Every good thing must come to an end sooner or later. Everyone learns this
at some point, whether in childhood or old age. It was only a matter of
time before it caught up them too. After three glorious days the conference
was over, not that they ever went. In fact they rarely left the hotel room.
There was one time when they had to leave however, much to both their dismay. The maid hadn't been into the room in almost two days. Together they agreed that as much as they would have loved to lull around in bed, spending an hour or two in town would be worth the fresh towels and clean sheets; especially the clean sheets.
But now it was all over. They were going back to the 4077th; back to one- inch mattresses, dysentery, lice, rodents, and paper-thin walls, not to mention exhaustion. They were going back to war. A place where privacy didn't exist and your business was open for everyone else to see.
It was with reluctance that Hawkeye opened his eyes that last morning. The covers with the exception to the top sheet had been knocked to the floor. Clothes covered half of the carpet and a slight breeze was blowing through the open window. Cautiously he felt around the bed, searching for the luscious blonde with whom he'd fallen asleep holding. Ah, he'd found a foot, but where was the rest? Wait, a foot? Quickly he sat up and began digging under the sheet. Suddenly he discovered another foot and then a pair of long legs and followed them under. He crawled over her and sat straddling her thighs.
"What are you?" He couldn't finish his sentence; instead he sat looking over the bed.
"I believe you were the one sleeping on the wrong end of the bed, not me," she said sensing what he was thinking.
"But I," he muttered pointing from the space beside her to the foot of the bed.
"You were sleeping here," she said gesturing to spot next to her, "That was until you woke up and decided to wake me up as well. I'm still exhausted."
"Oh yeah," he responded blandishly, suddenly remembering what had happened. He leaned back, getting off her.
"I can't believe we have to leave today," she said climbing over him and resting against his torso.
"I know, Potter was right. It did go quickly," he huffed.
"Mmm, but we had a really good time didn't we?" She asked kissing his chest.
"Mmm hmmm, I've never had a better time," he moaned as her lips traveled toward his neck. He closed his eyes as her hot breath moved over his collarbone and across the sensitive skin. Together they made the best of the hour they had before the car arrived.
What does it take to build a road I ask you? If you thought a road required pitch and tar to actually be called a road, if you thought a road needed asphalt and paint to be called a road, then you would be right. At least to Hawkeye and Margaret that was a case. Dirt and rocks only qualified as a path, or a death trap as the case may be. It was now mid-afternoon and together they sat in the back of a jeep as it sped through the Korean countryside.
They were both sleeping. Hawkeye had his arm around her as she lay against his chest. He was wearing his dress pants, which she loved. They were loose yet tight enough around the crotch and butt to do something for her. His shirt was only buttoned half way to expose a thin, sleeveless, T-shirt as a pair of dark, extremely, sexy sunglasses gave him that little touch of mystery.
The driver began to speed up; they were now clocking at 40 mph. Looking for a short cut he turned sharply onto another tiny road. As he hit rock after rock the couple began to wake up. Suddenly they hit a huge boulder and Margaret was instantly thrown two feet in the air. Hawkeye caught her before she flew out and pulled her back onto his lap.
"What the hell are you thinking? Watch where you're going!" Hawkeye yelled as the driver continued along the bumpy ground. "Are you blind?" He was furious.
"Sorry sir, but it's shorter," the young private muttered as he struggled to keep control of the jeep. Again they hit another huge rock, this time Hawkeye hugged her tightly to him.
"Are you okay?" He asked her as he checked for injury.
"I'm fine," she said grasping to him as they hit a pothole, "Just a little shaken up."
"You sure? Does anything hurt?" He asked as he pushed a lock of hair out of her face. Slowly she nodded her head and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. Quietly he rubbed her back and pulled her tighter against him.
"Ha ha!" The driver shouted triumphantly, "See, I told you it was a short cut!" Hawkeye looked up to see the "Best Care Anywhere" sign in the distance.
"I'll be damned," he whispered under his breath. Margaret looked up to see what they were looking at.
"Thank god," she said as she let out a sigh of relief. Instantly she fell back against him.
Quickly they realized how close they were to the camp and pulled apart and began to fix their attire. Hawkeye buttoned his shirt and tucked the front part of his shirt into his pants while Margaret straitened her skirt and fixed her hair.
The jeep pulled to an abrupt halt in front of the hospital. Hawkeye jumped out and held out his hand to help her down. Almost instantly, as if on cue; BJ, Potter, Charles, and Klinger erupted from the office.
"Hey, look who it is!" BJ shouted walking up to them. Hawkeye looked at Margaret, he was already becoming annoyed. It was obvious that he was still mad about the interruption.
"Oh knock it off," she whispered swatting him.
"You mean to tell me your not mad? We were on a romantic weekend and he called more than once about some damn Bach record!"
"You're getting over excited."
"The man called while we were in the middle of having sex," he whispered in annoyance.
"He what?" She asked in shock, she didn't remember a phone ringing. But before he could answer they were there.
"Looks like you're alive," Col. Potter said smiling, "It wasn't that bad was it?"
"No colonel," Margaret said smiling, "It was actually a wonderful conference. In fact you could say it was the best I've ever been to."
Hawkeye turned away, busying him self by picking up the bags so they couldn't see his smile.
"I'm glad," Sherman told them, "We certainly didn't have much to do around here, I'm happy someone did."
"Major," Hawkeye said interrupting, his voice was a little shaky, "I believe you picked up my notes and put them in your suit case after the last session. I'd like to have a look at them before supper."
"Oh," she said understanding what he was trying to say, "Of course, would you all excuse me? I'd like a chance to unpack and freshen up before we eat, it was a long trip."
"We were just heading over to the mess tent to get a table anyway. We'll save you seat," Sherman told them as he gestured to the others to follow him.
"Take your time, the food's certainly not going anywhere," Charles said as he walked past.
As soon as the four of them had walked into the mess tent and shut the door, Hawkeye picked up her bag and led her back to her tent. Once in side she collapsed onto the cot.
"I don't think I've ever had a worse jeep ride in my whole life," she said softly as he sat her things on the floor.
"This could all have been avoided if we would have just stayed in bed this morning," he said sitting down beside her. He put his hand on her hip and ran his hand across her thigh.
"Hmmm," she hummed, closing her eyes at his touch. After a few moments she said, "I don't want to go to the mess tent with them."
"Me neither," he whispered as he lay down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She snuggled against him so they were spooning.
"I thought you were here to get your notes," she said nearly asleep.
"What do think I'm doing?" He spoke softly against her neck.
Margaret smiled as she tightened her grasp on his circling arms. Within a few minutes they were sound asleep.
There was one time when they had to leave however, much to both their dismay. The maid hadn't been into the room in almost two days. Together they agreed that as much as they would have loved to lull around in bed, spending an hour or two in town would be worth the fresh towels and clean sheets; especially the clean sheets.
But now it was all over. They were going back to the 4077th; back to one- inch mattresses, dysentery, lice, rodents, and paper-thin walls, not to mention exhaustion. They were going back to war. A place where privacy didn't exist and your business was open for everyone else to see.
It was with reluctance that Hawkeye opened his eyes that last morning. The covers with the exception to the top sheet had been knocked to the floor. Clothes covered half of the carpet and a slight breeze was blowing through the open window. Cautiously he felt around the bed, searching for the luscious blonde with whom he'd fallen asleep holding. Ah, he'd found a foot, but where was the rest? Wait, a foot? Quickly he sat up and began digging under the sheet. Suddenly he discovered another foot and then a pair of long legs and followed them under. He crawled over her and sat straddling her thighs.
"What are you?" He couldn't finish his sentence; instead he sat looking over the bed.
"I believe you were the one sleeping on the wrong end of the bed, not me," she said sensing what he was thinking.
"But I," he muttered pointing from the space beside her to the foot of the bed.
"You were sleeping here," she said gesturing to spot next to her, "That was until you woke up and decided to wake me up as well. I'm still exhausted."
"Oh yeah," he responded blandishly, suddenly remembering what had happened. He leaned back, getting off her.
"I can't believe we have to leave today," she said climbing over him and resting against his torso.
"I know, Potter was right. It did go quickly," he huffed.
"Mmm, but we had a really good time didn't we?" She asked kissing his chest.
"Mmm hmmm, I've never had a better time," he moaned as her lips traveled toward his neck. He closed his eyes as her hot breath moved over his collarbone and across the sensitive skin. Together they made the best of the hour they had before the car arrived.
What does it take to build a road I ask you? If you thought a road required pitch and tar to actually be called a road, if you thought a road needed asphalt and paint to be called a road, then you would be right. At least to Hawkeye and Margaret that was a case. Dirt and rocks only qualified as a path, or a death trap as the case may be. It was now mid-afternoon and together they sat in the back of a jeep as it sped through the Korean countryside.
They were both sleeping. Hawkeye had his arm around her as she lay against his chest. He was wearing his dress pants, which she loved. They were loose yet tight enough around the crotch and butt to do something for her. His shirt was only buttoned half way to expose a thin, sleeveless, T-shirt as a pair of dark, extremely, sexy sunglasses gave him that little touch of mystery.
The driver began to speed up; they were now clocking at 40 mph. Looking for a short cut he turned sharply onto another tiny road. As he hit rock after rock the couple began to wake up. Suddenly they hit a huge boulder and Margaret was instantly thrown two feet in the air. Hawkeye caught her before she flew out and pulled her back onto his lap.
"What the hell are you thinking? Watch where you're going!" Hawkeye yelled as the driver continued along the bumpy ground. "Are you blind?" He was furious.
"Sorry sir, but it's shorter," the young private muttered as he struggled to keep control of the jeep. Again they hit another huge rock, this time Hawkeye hugged her tightly to him.
"Are you okay?" He asked her as he checked for injury.
"I'm fine," she said grasping to him as they hit a pothole, "Just a little shaken up."
"You sure? Does anything hurt?" He asked as he pushed a lock of hair out of her face. Slowly she nodded her head and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. Quietly he rubbed her back and pulled her tighter against him.
"Ha ha!" The driver shouted triumphantly, "See, I told you it was a short cut!" Hawkeye looked up to see the "Best Care Anywhere" sign in the distance.
"I'll be damned," he whispered under his breath. Margaret looked up to see what they were looking at.
"Thank god," she said as she let out a sigh of relief. Instantly she fell back against him.
Quickly they realized how close they were to the camp and pulled apart and began to fix their attire. Hawkeye buttoned his shirt and tucked the front part of his shirt into his pants while Margaret straitened her skirt and fixed her hair.
The jeep pulled to an abrupt halt in front of the hospital. Hawkeye jumped out and held out his hand to help her down. Almost instantly, as if on cue; BJ, Potter, Charles, and Klinger erupted from the office.
"Hey, look who it is!" BJ shouted walking up to them. Hawkeye looked at Margaret, he was already becoming annoyed. It was obvious that he was still mad about the interruption.
"Oh knock it off," she whispered swatting him.
"You mean to tell me your not mad? We were on a romantic weekend and he called more than once about some damn Bach record!"
"You're getting over excited."
"The man called while we were in the middle of having sex," he whispered in annoyance.
"He what?" She asked in shock, she didn't remember a phone ringing. But before he could answer they were there.
"Looks like you're alive," Col. Potter said smiling, "It wasn't that bad was it?"
"No colonel," Margaret said smiling, "It was actually a wonderful conference. In fact you could say it was the best I've ever been to."
Hawkeye turned away, busying him self by picking up the bags so they couldn't see his smile.
"I'm glad," Sherman told them, "We certainly didn't have much to do around here, I'm happy someone did."
"Major," Hawkeye said interrupting, his voice was a little shaky, "I believe you picked up my notes and put them in your suit case after the last session. I'd like to have a look at them before supper."
"Oh," she said understanding what he was trying to say, "Of course, would you all excuse me? I'd like a chance to unpack and freshen up before we eat, it was a long trip."
"We were just heading over to the mess tent to get a table anyway. We'll save you seat," Sherman told them as he gestured to the others to follow him.
"Take your time, the food's certainly not going anywhere," Charles said as he walked past.
As soon as the four of them had walked into the mess tent and shut the door, Hawkeye picked up her bag and led her back to her tent. Once in side she collapsed onto the cot.
"I don't think I've ever had a worse jeep ride in my whole life," she said softly as he sat her things on the floor.
"This could all have been avoided if we would have just stayed in bed this morning," he said sitting down beside her. He put his hand on her hip and ran his hand across her thigh.
"Hmmm," she hummed, closing her eyes at his touch. After a few moments she said, "I don't want to go to the mess tent with them."
"Me neither," he whispered as he lay down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She snuggled against him so they were spooning.
"I thought you were here to get your notes," she said nearly asleep.
"What do think I'm doing?" He spoke softly against her neck.
Margaret smiled as she tightened her grasp on his circling arms. Within a few minutes they were sound asleep.