Margaret woke up feeling happy for the first time in Korea. But she
couldn't remember why. Oh Yeah! She thought. Today's my birthday, and
Hawkeye is taking me out. The thought of Hawkeye brought a smile to her
face. He made her feel so great. So special. And he was a great kisser,
too. She had known that back during their first Christmas in Korea when he
kissed her. He had left her breathless, so breathless she had forgotten to
be upset. She actually had kissed him back. Though she never admitted it.
But tonight, he was going to do something special for her, and she just couldn't wait. She sat up and then her headache struck her. She must have had a few more drinks than she thought. She remembered last night fine, but those scotch on the rocks and finally caught up with her. A shower would do good she thought. She wanted to look good for tonight, and feel good too.
She got a shower and brushed her hair. Finally she put on her black sweater and army kakis. There were no casualties expected for a few days, and the general who had planned on coming to inspect her nurses had decided not to come since they did some research into the 4077th. They found that there was no need because of the 98% efficiency rating and the fact that it was also the most corrupted army base in Korea caused them to decide against visiting such an unmilitary base.
Margaret couldn't be in a better mood for someone living in Korea in the middle of a war. She left her tent to get some so-called breakfast from the mess tent. As always, when she first arrived the only person there was Igor getting ready to serve the "food" and a few corpsmen drinking the muddy coffee.
Since she lived on an army base all her life, she always got up at 5, or no later than 6. 7 if she wanted to sleep in. She got her burnt surplus 32 toast and her flimsy surplus 46 bacon and some powdered eggs that still managed to get crunchy shells in it. She sat down at one table by herself and slowly lifted her fork to her nose and sniffed it.
"Dear God I think I'm picking up Hawkeye's habit." She thought to herself. She dismissed the horrible smell and stuck it in her mouth, chewing but trying so hard not to taste the awful stuff. She ate slowly, she didn't have post-op duty, and everyone knew you never ate this stuff too quick or you'll get enough heartburn to light up New York City for a week.
As she sipped her mud, or what the army called coffee, she heard the camp coming to life. People drifted in to the mess tent to see what bugs in Korea the cook must have snagged to cook today's breakfast with. She sat with her back to the door, in her own little world.
She was thinking about Hawkeye. "God, he's a great guy. Why can't I stop thinking about him?" She thought. She sighed. He'd always been in the back of her mind, even when she first met him, while she noticed what a degenerate and unmilitary person he was, and still is when it comes to the Army, though she's changed to like that side of him, she was also quick to notice what a great looking guy he was, and how much he cared for people. Even people he didn't know. Every patient that when wrong on him, he took it personally. She envied him. She had always learned not to show emotion, and was just learning now from him how to show it.
Suddenly, that familiar deep voice that brought a smile to her face was heard behind her. "Hiya Margaret! Mind if I join you?"
"What? Oh, no, not at all, Pierce." He sat down next to her with his "breakfast" on his tray. "Hawkeye, I just wanted to thank you for being there last night when I needed someone to talk to."
She turned to look at him. He looked really good in his kakis and Hawaiian shirt. The army issue t-shirt underneath was just tight enough on him to see a bit of muscle.
"No problem Margaret. By the way," He lowered his voice, "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks Hawkeye. Don't tell anyone, remember."
"I know, I know. But you haven't forgotten about our date tonight, have you?"
"Date?"
"Our, well I can't say what it will be because it's a surprise. How about our, shall we say, excursion?"
"That sounds stupid."
"I know, doesn't it? Anything's better than that."
"Date it is."
"Okay Margaret, if you really want it to be a date then I'll make sure it's a," he wiggled his eyebrows and deepened his voice "Date." He said in a mock passionate voice and winked.
"Hawkeye." She laughed putting her hands over her mouth and pretending to cough in her napkin. She couldn't have people, especially the nurses seeing her flirting with Hawkeye like this. He could flirt with her, but she was always supposed to reject. Flirting back would cause the little respect her nurses have for her to fly out the window. "Not here, okay? You know for today I'll just reject all your passes at me. It'll be hard, but I'm sure I can manage." She said sarcastically.
"Oh, if you must." He leaned closer to her to look like he was whispering something but sneaked a quick kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you tonight birthday girl." He got up, leaving most of his breakfast behind. She decided to follow suit and go get ready for rounds, smiling.
During post op duty, she was lucky, for it was just her and Hawkeye on duty. She sat down writing some reports while he talked to a few of the patients for a while. He was really good with the young men. Next thing she knew a pair of hands started to massage her neck.
"Oh Hawkeye." She moaned. He was really good at it.
"You don't know of the nights I've dreamed for you to say that." He bent down next to her and smiled.
"Pierce!" she said in a slightly harsh tone, though she couldn't help smiling. "There are patients around you know."
"Yeah, but a couple of them are unconscious and the rest are young teenage boys who don't mind a little entertainment." He winked.
"Hawkeye, Please! Now, I have to get these reports finished, so please, just, be good."
"You haven't seen good. Wait until we're alone."
She looked at him and smiled. "Can you say anything besides cheap, cheesy, corny, overused pick up lines?"
"I can say this. Happy Birthday to you-" He was singing quietly but she still didn't want him to do that right then and there.
"Hawkeye I'm warning you."
"Is that a threat or are you coming on to me?"
"Pierce. Go away now, or our" she whispered "date, is off." She said in a firm tone. He knew she wasn't upset, but she really didn't want him to sing that there, and she did need to get the reports done.
After a few hours of putting up with Hawkeye's constant lame pick up lines that at this point just made her laugh which was what he was looking for anyway, BJ and Kellye showed up to relieve them. After Hawk's joke about enemas that he used every time someone relieved him, they headed to their separate tents to get ready.
She sat in her tent, a little nervous about that night. What did he have planned for tonight? She thought as she brushed her hair for the umpteenth time that day. Margaret decided to keep on her black sweater and her kakis. The only thing she had the least bit fancy was something she would wear in Tokyo. The fanciest place around the camp was the O-Club, which was just as rat infested as the rest of the camp.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"General Macarthur's pipe stuffer. Who do you think?" Came Hawkeye's reply.
She smoothed down her shirt and did one final check in the mirror before she opened the door for him. She looked him up and down. He looked so handsome. He had on his Hawaiian Shirt on again with Army issue shirt so she could see his muscle. Nothing special, but with his kakis, he just looked really good. She had kind of forgotten to speak.
"Uh, um, hi!" She finally managed to get out. "Would you like to come in?"
"I thought you'd never ask." She just looked at him. He had one had behind his back. He brought it out and he had a bouquet of wildflowers for her. Lots of different types. Some she hadn't even seen around. He must have been looking really hard for them.
"Oh, thank you Hawkeye! That's so sweet of you."
"Well, they're not roses or anything, but it's the best I could find around here."
"No, Hawkeye, they're beautiful! And they smell wonderful. Thanks."
"No problem. Shall we go?" He said offering her his arm. She took it and together they headed out into the warm night air.
He walked her up the road to Rosie's Bar. Inside he said, "Don't worry, the only person that knows is Rosie and she promised not to tell anyone. Well more like bribed her, but you know."
He led her into a room towards the back of the small building. Inside was a small table set for two with a candle and soft music playing in the background. He led her to her seat, pulled it out for her and pushed it in when she sat down. He took some champagne and poured two glasses.
"Don't worry, this is actual champagne, not like the homemade gin Trapper and I gave you as champagne." He said as he smiled and gave her a glass. "Here's to Margaret, and her birthday. May she have many more years filled with happiness. Too all that she has, and all that is yet to come, but, someday, will come." She smiled and clinked her glass with his and took a sip.
"This really is champagne! It tickles my nose."
"Really it's just 7up with gin to make it bubbly." She looked at him. "Kidding."
Rosie soon brought out two plates of lasagna. Margaret took a bite and couldn't believe it. "Hawkeye! This stuff tastes so good! How does Rosie even know what Lasagna is?"
"She doesn't. I managed to talk and pay her into letting me take over her kitchen for a little while. I cooked it. She just warmed it up then."
"Hawkeye, you're so sweet."
"I know." Which just got a laugh. She had given up long ago getting upset with him for the things he said like that, but now she knew he did it just to help a person feel better. They finished their dinner and Hawkeye took her arm again and led her out of Rosie's.
"Hawkeye, thank you so much for the wonderful evening."
"Oh, it's not done yet!" He replied. They came back to the camp and made their way up to a grassy hill where they had a view of the beautiful Korean mountains. The camp was behind them and in front was nothing but landscape. It was hard to believe there was a war there.
"Hawkeye it's beautiful!" He went behind a small bush and pulled out a radio and blanket, and of course, a bottle. He spread the blanket on the ground, turned on the radio and poured two glasses of gin. Neither wanted to be drunk, but they both just liked to have a drink over conversation.
Hawkeye sat Margaret down on the blanket besides him, and sat listening to the music playing softly.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Margaret- " He slowly leaned towards her. "Happy Birthday" he touched her lips. "To" he mumbled and whispered "you." And kissed her passionately and deeply.
Slowly he pulled her down onto the blanket so he was on top of her and kissed all over. Her hands traveled around her back and she kissed back. They pulled apart finally to breathe.
"Wow." She said, catching her breath. "Maybe we should, um, head back?"
"Yeah, I, uh, guess so, yeah." He seemed a little disappointed, and when Margaret noticed that she realized he must have thought something different from what she was thinking.
"I didn't mean for you to go back to your tent." She said suggestively.
He looked at her with a happy but surprised look on his face that made her laugh. She had caught him off guard. "Margaret, I do believe I may just have to accept."
"Oh, wait." She said pulling him down when he started to get up. "I just wanted to say that, well, you've thrown a lot of passes at me that I never accepted. This is for all those times I wanted to accept but was too afraid." She leaned forward and kissed him, putting her hands in his hair. He moaned a little.
"Hmm, you ready to go back now?"
"I'm ready." she said and winked.
They headed back down towards the camp and slipped into Margaret's tent. They didn't want to have it a secret that isn't a secret, like when Frank was with Margaret, but for tonight, neither wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on. They managed to get in the door without anyone noticing and without kissing each other. They remained in full composure until they were inside her tent.
Once inside, they kissed deeply again, both finally doing what they'd dreamed of for a long time. They made their way to the bunk, and fell down on top of it.
Hawkeye pulled away a little. "Margaret, about everything you said last night. Are you sure?" He said while breathing heavily.
"Yes Hawkeye."
"I promise I won't hurt you."
"I know you won't."
"I love you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I love you too Hawkeye."
"Call me Ben. Please."
"I love you Ben." She said as she pulled him on top of her again and kissed him.
"It's..a.good.thing.everyone's..at.the.movie.tonight." He said between kissing her neck. "Honestly.I haven't.been.with anyone.since.that night.with.you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Neither have I." She replied.
"Yeah it's a good thing everyone's gone. I don't think I can keep this quiet." He said against her neck.
"Ben!" She giggled. "God it feels good to call you Ben."
"It feels so good to hear you say it." He replied with ragged breath.
Slowly he pulled off her shirt and she pulled off his. They could barely do it, since they had to stop kissing for a few seconds.
A while later the two lovers lay cuddled together on the small cot bathed in sweat with a pile of clothes on the floor. After they slept the best night's sleep either had had in Korea.
The next morning, Radar was walking around the compound delivering the mail. The first one was Major Houllihan. It was already oh-nine hundred, so she would be up and out somewhere on duty or something, he assumed. He always just went on in because she was never there this time of day and laid it on her footlocker. He opened the door.
"What the hell?"
Dandadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa * M*A*S*H fade out music* Okay, sorry! I know, cliffhanger!! BAH!!!! But it won't be long. It's just I'm tired, and want to go to bed, but also wanted to finish in a good spot, but I couldn't stop writing! I'm hooked! I never realized before! I used to think that you get addicted to a story when you read it, but I never imagined it would be more addictive to write it! I just couldn't stop writing, but my fingers are tired and I'm starting to fall asleep, even though it's early. I hope I'm not getting the flu. Well, at least it's Friday tomorrow so the weekend I should have plenty of time to update my stories and maybe even start a new one. Please R&R and thank you for all your reviews so far!!! : )
PS: Sorry for the constant descriptions of Hawkeye, but he's just so frigging HOT!!!!
But tonight, he was going to do something special for her, and she just couldn't wait. She sat up and then her headache struck her. She must have had a few more drinks than she thought. She remembered last night fine, but those scotch on the rocks and finally caught up with her. A shower would do good she thought. She wanted to look good for tonight, and feel good too.
She got a shower and brushed her hair. Finally she put on her black sweater and army kakis. There were no casualties expected for a few days, and the general who had planned on coming to inspect her nurses had decided not to come since they did some research into the 4077th. They found that there was no need because of the 98% efficiency rating and the fact that it was also the most corrupted army base in Korea caused them to decide against visiting such an unmilitary base.
Margaret couldn't be in a better mood for someone living in Korea in the middle of a war. She left her tent to get some so-called breakfast from the mess tent. As always, when she first arrived the only person there was Igor getting ready to serve the "food" and a few corpsmen drinking the muddy coffee.
Since she lived on an army base all her life, she always got up at 5, or no later than 6. 7 if she wanted to sleep in. She got her burnt surplus 32 toast and her flimsy surplus 46 bacon and some powdered eggs that still managed to get crunchy shells in it. She sat down at one table by herself and slowly lifted her fork to her nose and sniffed it.
"Dear God I think I'm picking up Hawkeye's habit." She thought to herself. She dismissed the horrible smell and stuck it in her mouth, chewing but trying so hard not to taste the awful stuff. She ate slowly, she didn't have post-op duty, and everyone knew you never ate this stuff too quick or you'll get enough heartburn to light up New York City for a week.
As she sipped her mud, or what the army called coffee, she heard the camp coming to life. People drifted in to the mess tent to see what bugs in Korea the cook must have snagged to cook today's breakfast with. She sat with her back to the door, in her own little world.
She was thinking about Hawkeye. "God, he's a great guy. Why can't I stop thinking about him?" She thought. She sighed. He'd always been in the back of her mind, even when she first met him, while she noticed what a degenerate and unmilitary person he was, and still is when it comes to the Army, though she's changed to like that side of him, she was also quick to notice what a great looking guy he was, and how much he cared for people. Even people he didn't know. Every patient that when wrong on him, he took it personally. She envied him. She had always learned not to show emotion, and was just learning now from him how to show it.
Suddenly, that familiar deep voice that brought a smile to her face was heard behind her. "Hiya Margaret! Mind if I join you?"
"What? Oh, no, not at all, Pierce." He sat down next to her with his "breakfast" on his tray. "Hawkeye, I just wanted to thank you for being there last night when I needed someone to talk to."
She turned to look at him. He looked really good in his kakis and Hawaiian shirt. The army issue t-shirt underneath was just tight enough on him to see a bit of muscle.
"No problem Margaret. By the way," He lowered his voice, "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks Hawkeye. Don't tell anyone, remember."
"I know, I know. But you haven't forgotten about our date tonight, have you?"
"Date?"
"Our, well I can't say what it will be because it's a surprise. How about our, shall we say, excursion?"
"That sounds stupid."
"I know, doesn't it? Anything's better than that."
"Date it is."
"Okay Margaret, if you really want it to be a date then I'll make sure it's a," he wiggled his eyebrows and deepened his voice "Date." He said in a mock passionate voice and winked.
"Hawkeye." She laughed putting her hands over her mouth and pretending to cough in her napkin. She couldn't have people, especially the nurses seeing her flirting with Hawkeye like this. He could flirt with her, but she was always supposed to reject. Flirting back would cause the little respect her nurses have for her to fly out the window. "Not here, okay? You know for today I'll just reject all your passes at me. It'll be hard, but I'm sure I can manage." She said sarcastically.
"Oh, if you must." He leaned closer to her to look like he was whispering something but sneaked a quick kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you tonight birthday girl." He got up, leaving most of his breakfast behind. She decided to follow suit and go get ready for rounds, smiling.
During post op duty, she was lucky, for it was just her and Hawkeye on duty. She sat down writing some reports while he talked to a few of the patients for a while. He was really good with the young men. Next thing she knew a pair of hands started to massage her neck.
"Oh Hawkeye." She moaned. He was really good at it.
"You don't know of the nights I've dreamed for you to say that." He bent down next to her and smiled.
"Pierce!" she said in a slightly harsh tone, though she couldn't help smiling. "There are patients around you know."
"Yeah, but a couple of them are unconscious and the rest are young teenage boys who don't mind a little entertainment." He winked.
"Hawkeye, Please! Now, I have to get these reports finished, so please, just, be good."
"You haven't seen good. Wait until we're alone."
She looked at him and smiled. "Can you say anything besides cheap, cheesy, corny, overused pick up lines?"
"I can say this. Happy Birthday to you-" He was singing quietly but she still didn't want him to do that right then and there.
"Hawkeye I'm warning you."
"Is that a threat or are you coming on to me?"
"Pierce. Go away now, or our" she whispered "date, is off." She said in a firm tone. He knew she wasn't upset, but she really didn't want him to sing that there, and she did need to get the reports done.
After a few hours of putting up with Hawkeye's constant lame pick up lines that at this point just made her laugh which was what he was looking for anyway, BJ and Kellye showed up to relieve them. After Hawk's joke about enemas that he used every time someone relieved him, they headed to their separate tents to get ready.
She sat in her tent, a little nervous about that night. What did he have planned for tonight? She thought as she brushed her hair for the umpteenth time that day. Margaret decided to keep on her black sweater and her kakis. The only thing she had the least bit fancy was something she would wear in Tokyo. The fanciest place around the camp was the O-Club, which was just as rat infested as the rest of the camp.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"General Macarthur's pipe stuffer. Who do you think?" Came Hawkeye's reply.
She smoothed down her shirt and did one final check in the mirror before she opened the door for him. She looked him up and down. He looked so handsome. He had on his Hawaiian Shirt on again with Army issue shirt so she could see his muscle. Nothing special, but with his kakis, he just looked really good. She had kind of forgotten to speak.
"Uh, um, hi!" She finally managed to get out. "Would you like to come in?"
"I thought you'd never ask." She just looked at him. He had one had behind his back. He brought it out and he had a bouquet of wildflowers for her. Lots of different types. Some she hadn't even seen around. He must have been looking really hard for them.
"Oh, thank you Hawkeye! That's so sweet of you."
"Well, they're not roses or anything, but it's the best I could find around here."
"No, Hawkeye, they're beautiful! And they smell wonderful. Thanks."
"No problem. Shall we go?" He said offering her his arm. She took it and together they headed out into the warm night air.
He walked her up the road to Rosie's Bar. Inside he said, "Don't worry, the only person that knows is Rosie and she promised not to tell anyone. Well more like bribed her, but you know."
He led her into a room towards the back of the small building. Inside was a small table set for two with a candle and soft music playing in the background. He led her to her seat, pulled it out for her and pushed it in when she sat down. He took some champagne and poured two glasses.
"Don't worry, this is actual champagne, not like the homemade gin Trapper and I gave you as champagne." He said as he smiled and gave her a glass. "Here's to Margaret, and her birthday. May she have many more years filled with happiness. Too all that she has, and all that is yet to come, but, someday, will come." She smiled and clinked her glass with his and took a sip.
"This really is champagne! It tickles my nose."
"Really it's just 7up with gin to make it bubbly." She looked at him. "Kidding."
Rosie soon brought out two plates of lasagna. Margaret took a bite and couldn't believe it. "Hawkeye! This stuff tastes so good! How does Rosie even know what Lasagna is?"
"She doesn't. I managed to talk and pay her into letting me take over her kitchen for a little while. I cooked it. She just warmed it up then."
"Hawkeye, you're so sweet."
"I know." Which just got a laugh. She had given up long ago getting upset with him for the things he said like that, but now she knew he did it just to help a person feel better. They finished their dinner and Hawkeye took her arm again and led her out of Rosie's.
"Hawkeye, thank you so much for the wonderful evening."
"Oh, it's not done yet!" He replied. They came back to the camp and made their way up to a grassy hill where they had a view of the beautiful Korean mountains. The camp was behind them and in front was nothing but landscape. It was hard to believe there was a war there.
"Hawkeye it's beautiful!" He went behind a small bush and pulled out a radio and blanket, and of course, a bottle. He spread the blanket on the ground, turned on the radio and poured two glasses of gin. Neither wanted to be drunk, but they both just liked to have a drink over conversation.
Hawkeye sat Margaret down on the blanket besides him, and sat listening to the music playing softly.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Margaret- " He slowly leaned towards her. "Happy Birthday" he touched her lips. "To" he mumbled and whispered "you." And kissed her passionately and deeply.
Slowly he pulled her down onto the blanket so he was on top of her and kissed all over. Her hands traveled around her back and she kissed back. They pulled apart finally to breathe.
"Wow." She said, catching her breath. "Maybe we should, um, head back?"
"Yeah, I, uh, guess so, yeah." He seemed a little disappointed, and when Margaret noticed that she realized he must have thought something different from what she was thinking.
"I didn't mean for you to go back to your tent." She said suggestively.
He looked at her with a happy but surprised look on his face that made her laugh. She had caught him off guard. "Margaret, I do believe I may just have to accept."
"Oh, wait." She said pulling him down when he started to get up. "I just wanted to say that, well, you've thrown a lot of passes at me that I never accepted. This is for all those times I wanted to accept but was too afraid." She leaned forward and kissed him, putting her hands in his hair. He moaned a little.
"Hmm, you ready to go back now?"
"I'm ready." she said and winked.
They headed back down towards the camp and slipped into Margaret's tent. They didn't want to have it a secret that isn't a secret, like when Frank was with Margaret, but for tonight, neither wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on. They managed to get in the door without anyone noticing and without kissing each other. They remained in full composure until they were inside her tent.
Once inside, they kissed deeply again, both finally doing what they'd dreamed of for a long time. They made their way to the bunk, and fell down on top of it.
Hawkeye pulled away a little. "Margaret, about everything you said last night. Are you sure?" He said while breathing heavily.
"Yes Hawkeye."
"I promise I won't hurt you."
"I know you won't."
"I love you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I love you too Hawkeye."
"Call me Ben. Please."
"I love you Ben." She said as she pulled him on top of her again and kissed him.
"It's..a.good.thing.everyone's..at.the.movie.tonight." He said between kissing her neck. "Honestly.I haven't.been.with anyone.since.that night.with.you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Neither have I." She replied.
"Yeah it's a good thing everyone's gone. I don't think I can keep this quiet." He said against her neck.
"Ben!" She giggled. "God it feels good to call you Ben."
"It feels so good to hear you say it." He replied with ragged breath.
Slowly he pulled off her shirt and she pulled off his. They could barely do it, since they had to stop kissing for a few seconds.
A while later the two lovers lay cuddled together on the small cot bathed in sweat with a pile of clothes on the floor. After they slept the best night's sleep either had had in Korea.
The next morning, Radar was walking around the compound delivering the mail. The first one was Major Houllihan. It was already oh-nine hundred, so she would be up and out somewhere on duty or something, he assumed. He always just went on in because she was never there this time of day and laid it on her footlocker. He opened the door.
"What the hell?"
Dandadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa * M*A*S*H fade out music* Okay, sorry! I know, cliffhanger!! BAH!!!! But it won't be long. It's just I'm tired, and want to go to bed, but also wanted to finish in a good spot, but I couldn't stop writing! I'm hooked! I never realized before! I used to think that you get addicted to a story when you read it, but I never imagined it would be more addictive to write it! I just couldn't stop writing, but my fingers are tired and I'm starting to fall asleep, even though it's early. I hope I'm not getting the flu. Well, at least it's Friday tomorrow so the weekend I should have plenty of time to update my stories and maybe even start a new one. Please R&R and thank you for all your reviews so far!!! : )
PS: Sorry for the constant descriptions of Hawkeye, but he's just so frigging HOT!!!!