Rating - M. Explicit content!
So, my long hiatus had a reason - I lost all my notes for this story when moving. I needed some time to recover from that shock. Also I started working while the university was closed due to COVID-19 quarantine. But I´m back and I´ll try to do my best to upload often. I would like to thank MoodBeam for the review. Much appreciated.
If you recognize it, it is not mine.
The following chapter contains references Out of Sight, Out of Mind as the previous did.
They barely had enough energy to get dressed before falling asleep. Claudia went back to her bed despite Hawkeye protesting vehemently. He needed to rest, she told him repeatedly and kissed him goodnight. Being so tired, they were sleeping soundly in matter of minutes and had Radar not awaken her, Claudia would have slept for much longer. She recognized the knock on the door.
She quickly put on her robe and rushed to meet him before he woke up Hawkeye. Quietly slipping out, she asked what was going on. It was obvious Radar tried to get a peek into her tent, seeing Hawkeye and any hints of what has transpired in there.
"The ophthalmologist will be late, ma'am. We just got the message, he has trouble finding a helicopter to get him here."
"Okay, thank you, Radar. I'll tell Hawkeye when he wakes up." She said, yawning. When he stayed there, being completely still, she raised her eyebrows. "Anything else?"
"No, that's all." He answered, hesitant if he should go.
"Alright. Bye." It started to be too cold for her outside the tent, so she returned inside.
Sitting on her bunk, she turned to the sleeping man on the other bed. He laid prone on his bunk, snuggled into his blanket so that only his head showing. His thick black hair was dancing around disorderly, covering the part of his pretty face that wasn't bandaged.
They shared truly wonderful moments, but Claudia did feel guilty. Her relationship with Hawkeye was problematic at best of times and in her situation it was unfair to create attachments. She came to Korea to do some good, not to get close to people just to leave them. But living in these conditions, spending so much time together and go through so many gruesome experiences make people grow closer whether you plan it or not.
And if she was being honest, she could see herself falling for Hawkeye if the circumstances were different. The dedication to his trade, how much he cared for his patients, the playfulness he showed in dealing with reality – all of that and the beautiful body as well. For all his faults, Hawkeye's heart was in the right place. And his touches and kisses awoke feelings that she thought she laid to rest forever. His reputation was indeed very well earned.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Hawkeye's voice was still sleepy when he spoke. He was able to sense Claudia's intense stare even without seeing it.
"Don't you know how cute you are?" Claudia said, walking over to his bed. She sat down slowly and saw Hawkeye stretching out his arm while sitting up, trying to reach her. She took it into her hand, planting a light kiss on top.
"I got a feeling you might think that…" His lips pursed as he kissed the air.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" She hugged him tightly, trailing kisses along his cheek before meeting his lips.
"I'd sleep better if you stayed with me." Hawkeye reminded her their disagreement earlier. He would have loved to hold her in his arms during the night, bathing in her scent and feeling her chest moving.
"In this little army cot? Come on, your body needs rest." Claudia insisted, lying down next to him.
"I prefer something else to resting." Hawkeye said with a big grin, bringing his body closer to hers. Even after their initial night, it quickened her pulse like it was the first time. She purred with content and went on to whisper in his ear.
"Don't try my patience or I'll go back to my bed, Doctor."
"I'll be a good boy." He begged, still with a shining smile. "Just don't leave."
"Alright." She consented, kissing his forehead lightly. "Hawkeye? The doctor will be late to check your eyes. There's a transportation problem."
"Just my luck…" She heard him sigh very loudly and felt his body tensed up.
"It'll be alright, Hawkeye. This is just temporary."
"You cannot know that." His voice was low and rough, very unlike his normal tone.
"I saw your chart, the results were promising." She leaned in closer and kissed him softly, only lightly pressing on his lips, tasting him, while patiently waiting for him to take the lead. He always tried to dominate the kiss. When he didn't for quite some time, she stilled for a moment, unlocking their lips to speak out. "Oh, god…You don't deserve this." Her voice wasn't loud, but despite that sounded frustrated.
"I thought you said it's not permanent."
"I mean being here." She could tell he noticed she avoided answering, but continued nonetheless. "Being thrusted into a warzone and having to endure this nightmare for so long. Seeing so many people perish."
"You are here too." He remarked quietly.
"I sort of volunteered. I want to be here as long as I'm needed. But you are so gentle, so caring, a real natural healer. It's not fair."
"Life's not fair. Practicing medicine is the most rewarding and meaningful profession. I don't remember wanting to be anything else."
She didn't like the way this conversation was going. After all she wanted to distract him from his situation. Needless to say she did not exactly succeed.
"Hawkeye? There is something I have to say, even though I still think you'll be okay. And I need you to listen very carefully."
He turned towards where her voice was coming from, nodding hesitantly. "O-okay."
"You have no idea how incredible you are. Yes, you are a talented surgeon, but that is not all you are. There is so much more to Benjamin Franklin Pierce than his job, important as it is. He is also compassionate, funny, brave and of course really handsome." A little laugh escaped her lips and then she kissed his cheek quickly between sentences. "He provides comfort, encouragement, entertainment, just helps people any way he can. And he'd continue to do it with or without eyesight. Because he is special like that."
"Mm…" By that time he relaxed a little and his hands started slowly caressing her body.
"I know I already told you this. But I will keep telling you until you believe it."
"Mm."
"You do not need to say anything profound right now."
"Ok. How do you feel about a kissing session instead?"
She smiled as she felt his lips on her. "Don't talk and do, mister."
His lips went from kissing her neck to searching for her lips and then started kissing hers quite frantically. This time his movements were rapid as his hands delved under her clothing.
She enjoyed the hurried roughness of it, but knew he wouldn't be able to get her clothes off quickly enough without seeing. She didn't want him to get discouraged again so she tried a different approach. Taking control of the kiss, she pressed him on his side, so they were both lying on their sides, pressed against each other. She could feel him shivering in anticipation as he moaned softly into the kiss. Then she slowly rolled him onto his back while deepening the kiss.
His breath quickened even more when she swiftly untied his robe and lowered his shorts. She could tell he was listening and trying to guess what she was doing and whether she undresses herself as well. But he wouldn't need to guess for long.
She situated herself on top of him, their bodies lightly touching. Wanting to tease him, she went on to trace his bottom lip with her tongue, sucking on it and then biting it lightly. He whispered her name in a loving manner as her hand moved to the belt of her robe. Once she was only in her underwear, she slowly ran her hands all over his body, taking her time. She enjoyed him impatiently arching up into her, fidgeting under her touch and loudly hyperventilating.
He knew he was at her mercy, completely immersed in what she was doing to him and what she was making him feel. Her touch felt especially tender this time, so tender she could bend him to her will and wishes if she wanted to. Everything else except them two left his mind. The sensations she awakened in him was making his head spin. He wanted to urge her on, but at this point all his mouth could produce were moans and whimpers.
When she finally sat astride him, the anticipation was almost killing him. He let out a guttural groan that shot right into her core, and then continued to pant heavily. Claudia could see Hawkeye's need to rush along, that it wasn't just the typical eagerness, but real frenzied lust.
"Claudia…" Somehow, he calmed himself enough to speak coherently. "I want you."
He almost finished right when she laid a hand on him. She grinned, looking at his bandaged face while she was playing with him. He was furiously arching his hips up into the grasp, sobbing silently as waves of pleasure flooded his body. And then, suddenly he could feel her all around him, bringing him closer and closer to sweet release. Her slow up and down movement was driving him crazy as was the whispering of his name.
She wasn't able to control herself any more than he was, crying out at the overwhelming sensations that rocked her body. With her feet on the ground to steady her, she ran her fingertips across his chest, humming with relish. Seeing Hawkeye spread-eagled under her, his parted lips whimpering quietly in pleasure, feeling him stretching her inside, was doing unbelievable things to her.
They both struggled to be quiet as orgasm overtook them and didn't exactly succeed. She shifted to lie on top of him and intertwine her fingertips with his thick black hair, stroking his head gently. He put his hand around her and make her snuggle closer. She sighed very contently, savoring the moment.
"Mhm…Hawkeye… We're good at this, huh?"
"Oh, yeeeaaah, Claudia. We definitely are."
That afternoon was the first time since the accident that Hawkeye was apart from Claudia. She had a shift in Post-Op, so BJ and Klinger took it upon themselves to keep him entertain and then when Radar joined them, they put up a fake football match for Major Burns' benefit. He had fun with the guys as he usually did, but his mind often wondered. Well, the truth was he wasn´t able not to think of Claudia. All his brain could focused on was the prospect of spending another moment with her, so even when it was announced the eye specialist would not make it to 4077 till tomorrow, he sort of took it with calm.
They shared a few intimate touches that night, but mostly they just talked. Hawkeye waxed poetic about his hometown and was glad she was so patient with his rambling. Around three in the morning they both agreed to try to get some sleep and got comfortable in their respective cots.
OK, so just a little chapter to let you know I am still working on this. Another coming up shortly. Take care and review, please.