It's safe to say that Klinger was beside him self when he caught a glimpse
of the voluptuous major sleeping, mind you that her soft curves were only
covered from the waist down. By now she had rolled over and into her
lover's strong arms, exposing only her back to the distraught Sargent. Her
blonde head was buried deep in his chest as her arms entwined around his
waist and torso. His eyes followed her slim frame upwards until he could
see the man more clearly. He didn't look like a general; he was lean and
muscular. His hair was the darkest black and his skin was a shade darker
than the major's was. In fact he looked young, very young.
Klinger let out a loud gasp as he realized whom she was sleeping with. He couldn't believe it. If he was panicking before, he was frantic now. Hysteria washed over him as he looked on the lovers' sleeping forms. They could wake up at any moment. What would they say if they looked up and saw him standing before them? Carefully he tried to make for the door. He backed up slowly only to bump into her nightstand.
It was a sight Klinger was sure he'd never witness, and never hoped to. Major Houlihan and Captain Pierce were actually in the same bed together. She was practically ontop of him, her bare body pressed against his. It was almost unreal. Well, it had been two years since the war started; it was about time they got together. It might not have been so bad; considering they were only partially covered and he was standing on what felt like someone's pants, but now it had just gotten worse, he had been spotted.
It was hard to tell in the darkness, but a few feet away he could make out a pair of glaring eyes, watching him silently. Klinger froze, how was he going to explain this one?
Hawkeye had been watching the Sargent, as he stood immobilized in the center of Margaret's tent. He'd woken up as soon as he heard Klinger crash into the table. He knew he was going to have to answer a lot of questions, but this really wasn't the place or time. He'd have to talk with Klinger later, when was dressed. Hawkeye sat up best he could with out disturbing the slumbering woman who was cuddled against him.
Noticing that he had been acknowledged Klinger attempted to tell the captain the reason for his intrusion. Hawkeye cut him off before he could say a word. Silently the other man held a finger to his lips and pointed to the sleeping major. Right, Klinger understood, they didn't want her to wake up and find him. With out saying a word he continued to describe to the doctor why he had come. With one finger he made the motion of a helicopter by imitating chopper blades circling in the air, but Hawkeye only looked at him wonder. He shrugged his shoulders and gave him a questioning look. Klinger repeated the motion above his head and then mouthed the word 'Wounded' to the captain; he still wasn't getting it. He was going to try another approach, but his eyes were fixed on the luscious, naked back before him.
Suddenly the major shifted as she snuggled closer to Hawkeye, mumbling something into his neck. Hawkeye froze, he stayed perfectly still until he was sure she was fully asleep. Klinger was sure she was going to wake up and find him standing there. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for the blow. When nothing happened he opened one eye to see why she wasn't yelling. She was asleep. Hawkeye was still lying there motionless, his eyes pleading the other man to get to the point.
The young clerk then proceeded to demonstrate his charade skills by pretending to cut and sew along a dotted line. Finally Hawkeye nodded in understanding. Wounded had just arrived, they were needed in the OR. Quietly he motioned for Klinger to slowly make his way to door and leave; they'd be right there. Before he opened to door to walk out, Hawkeye held a finger to his lips again signaling to keep this quiet, not a word to anyone. Klinger nodded in agreement and ran out the door.
"Margaret," Hawkeye whispered as he nuzzled her. Klinger had just left; they had to be in the operating room right away.
"Hmmm?" She groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She was still half-asleep.
"Come on baby," he reluctantly pulled away and climbed over her and out of bed. "Margaret, honey?"
She was out cold. What was he going to do? Suddenly he knew. Swiftly he bent over and kissed her passionately, opening her mouth with his tongue. Her response was amazing, instantly he felt her react to him, trying to work her way farther into his mouth. He finished the kiss and pulled away, she was looking at him wide eyed.
"Why did you stop?" She asked as she sat up, noticing he had put his boxers back on. "It's only five after three, where are you going?"
"Wounded," he said simply, then suddenly realizing they were waiting for him in surgery.
"I didn't hear any announcement," she was puzzled.
"You're a deep sleeper," he quickly said as he stood up, she didn't have to know about Klinger right away.
"Well, that's all thanks to you," she said grinning. Margaret stood up and put her arms around his waist. Again she kissed him deeply.
Hawkeye wanted to carry this further but there were wounded outside, "Are you going to the OR like this?" He asked looking her naked form up and down. Then he added slyly, "Because I really don't mind."
"Wounded!" She shouted, it finally had registered there were injured soldiers outside. Quickly she pulled away from him and began digging through the pile of clothes. Hawkeye watched with amusement as she threw his shirt at him and rummaged for her own.
When they were both fully dressed he looked to her and said, "I'll see you there, I'll be the one wearing white."
She gave him a kiss and replied, "Hurry up, I don't want us to appear at the same time, someone might get an idea."
"Alright I'm going," he turned and walked over to the opposite end of the tent. Stealthily his lifted the flap and rolled under.
A few moments later he walked into the scrub room. BJ looked at him with surprise as he pulled on his bottoms.
"Well look who finally decided to join us," BJ said as gave his friend a questioning glance. Hawkeye slipped off his shirt and pulled on a white one.
"Must have been some nurse," Charles chuckled behind him.
Hawkeye looked at them with annoyance, "Why do you care where I was? It's none of your business."
"You don't have to get puffy Pierce," Potter stepped in, "You were the one who was late, not us."
"I know, I'm sorry." He hated it when they got on his case.
"So did you and Major Houlihan work things through?" Father Mulcahy piped up; "It must have been some conversation."
"Well after what Klinger told me it would seem so," Colonel potter added before Hawk could get a word out.
Hawkeye's heart nearly stopped. Oh God. Klinger wouldn't tell anyone, would he? Margaret was going to be upset. What was he going to do? How was he going to explain this one?
"Listen Colonel I can explain," he needed to tell him the whole story.
"Don't worry about it son, Klinger already told me how you two stayed up all night discussing the problem. He said you had made good progress, you were even laughing when he went to find you."
"What?" Hawkeye was a little confused. What was he talking about?
"That's ok lad, I'm just happy you two got through this little quarrel. The major needed some help with those reports anyway."
"Oh yeah," that ingenious Klinger had given them a false story, "We worked it though all right, many times."
"Glad to hear it," the elder man said as he slapped his back.
BJ and Charles walked by him on their way out. "I don't see any bruises or slashes," Charles commented to his bunkmate, "Do you Hunnicutt?"
"No Charles I don't, isn't that interesting?"
"Oh shut up," Hawkeye warned as they giggled in amusement.
During surgery everything seemed to run smoothly. No one made any comments about their friends' strange disappearance or the fact that they showed up around the same time looking rather peaked.
Afterwards the group headed into the mess tent for some coffee. Hawkeye laid his head on the table, she had really worn him out, it was too bad they hadn't gotten more sleep. Well, not really. Margaret was sitting across the table from him; she had her leg brushed up against his, her foot was locked around his ankle.
"How long were we in there?" BJ asked as he yawned and refilled his cup.
"Seventeen hours," Klinger replied blandly, he was watching the young couple. They weren't acting all lovey-dovey to each other at the moment, but he could tell they had a deep, mutual love.
"Oh God," Beej replied as he let his headrest on the table.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to bed," Charles announced as he stood up.
"That's a good idea Winchester," Potter commented as he too stood and headed towards the door.
"I think I'll retire as well," Father Mulcahy was almost asleep, "That is if I can make it to my tent."
"Good night," Klinger said sheepishly as he looked over at Margaret and Hawkeye. He still felt really embarrassed about walking in on them.
"I'm sure you two are tired as well, I mean staying up talking all night," BJ exclaimed as the room decreased to just the three of them.
"Yeah," Margaret yawned. She too was tired.
"I'll see you back at the Swamp Hawk?" BJ asked his friend, he face still resting against the cool wood.
"Ya, I'll be there in a moment."
"Okay see you in a bit, good night Margaret," BJ said standing up and walking out the double doors.
"Good night BJ," she smiled sleepily.
The other two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness.
"There's something I have to tell you," Hawkeye said picking his head up off the table. He looked her square in the eye.
"What's wrong?" She was suddenly worried.
"No, nothing's wrong. It's nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"There's something I think you should know about." Margaret just starred at him, what game was he playing?
"And that would be?"
"You can't get up set okay? It's all been taken care of. There is nothing for you to worry about," he took her hand and held it.
"Would you just please tell me what the hell is wrong," she was becoming upset by his idleness.
"This isn't anyone's fault, it was just a simple mistake, okay?" He didn't want her to blow up at him.
"Hawkeye," her eyes were beginning to flare up.
"Promise me you won't get mad," he said sternly.
"What is it?"
"Promise me."
"Alright, alright. I promise. Now tell me what's going on." Her voice was getting louder.
"This morning when the wounded came, neither one of us heard the announcement."
"I thought you said you did."
"I never said that. I said you were a deep sleeper."
"Did you hear the ambulance?"
"No, when we didn't show up Colonel Potter told Klinger to come and find us." Margaret was watching him intensely; she wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "Klinger knocked on your door, but no one answered it. He thought you might have been sleeping so he came in."
"Oh God, don't tell me," her eyes had suddenly gotten very big.
"He found us in bed together." Margaret hadn't an expression on her face.
After a few moments she said, "Do you know what will happen if anyone finds out about us?"
"Margaret listen to me."
"We'll never hear the end of it." She was getting carried away again.
"Margaret!" That quieted her, "I woke up when he came in. He told me about the wounded and left. He promised me he wouldn't tell anyone."
"And you think he can actually keep his mouth shut?" Her voice was still a little loud.
He tried to reassure her, "When I talked to Potter I learned he gave him a false story. As far as anyone knows we spent the night talking and working on reports."
Margaret seemed to have calmed down after hearing this, "Do you think he'll tell anyone?"
"No." He told her plainly.
"I'm so embarrassed," she exclaimed, "We weren't even dressed! We were hardly covered with a blanket!"
"Margaret it's okay."
"It's okay? It certainly is not okay. That man walked into my tent and practically saw me naked!"
"He did not. You were pressed against me; he couldn't see anything but your back. Everything else was covered up with the blanket."
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I make sure you were covered up?"
"Okay, fine. I believe you." She was starring at her coffee cup.
"Honey," he reached out to her again, "Everything's going to be okay. Klinger won't tell a soul."
"I know. He's a good person." She nodded as she spoke. Hawkeye smiled, she was going to be fine. "Do you really have to go back to the Swamp?"
Hawkeye smiled again, "I'll tell you what. I'll go in and make my self-seen and get into bed. After they fall asleep I'll make my way over to your tent and we can cuddle."
"It sounds like a good plan." She leaned across the table and brushed his lips with hers. "But nothing more, I'm exhausted."
"You and me both," he said with an understanding grin. Margaret kissed him again.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Hawkeye got up, he looked around the tent to make sure his bunkmates were really sleeping. BJ was buried under a pile of pillows as Charles snored softly in his corner. Hawkeye slipped on his boots and grabbed his robe, then headed out the door.
The compound was quiet, everyone was sleeping. He walked behind the row of tents and rounded the corner when he got to her tent. With one last glance over his shoulder he opened the door and crept inside.
Her tent was dark, almost pitch black. Quietly he let his robe slide to floor and slipped off his boots. Hawkeye walked over to the bed and watched as she slept soundly. He pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor beside him. Slowly he pulled back the covers and climbed in behind her. She was almost against the wall, she knew he would come. Hawkeye slid his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. Instantly she cuddled into him, wrapping her arms around his. With out saying a word they both fell asleep.
It was late the next morning when Hawkeye woke up. Sleepily, he felt around the cot for the woman that he'd fallen asleep holding. When he realized the space on the pillow beside him was empty he opened his eyes and looked around. Ah, there she was. She was lying on top of him. Her legs were entwined with his as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She was sleeping face to face with his belly button. He admitted this was a little strange, but they'd woken up in some pretty bizarre positions before. Sleepily he ran his fingers through her soft hair and across her back.
"Hmmm, that feels nice," she mumbled against his stomach.
"I know, I like it too," he replied as his hands moved down her arms.
"I know you do."
"That's just because you know how to hit the right spots."
"So do you, and in more places than one." Hawkeye could feel her grinning against his stomach. Her warm, sweet, breath was intoxicating. Almost instantly he could feel his arousal start to build as she continued to blow hot breath so close to his boxers. Margaret could tell what he was thinking; he wasn't very hard to read. Slowly she began to place tantalizing kisses across his defined abdomen and upwards and over his chest. When she began to kiss and lick her way across his neck he groaned and lifted his chin. After a few moments Hawkeye couldn't take it anymore, quickly he rolled them over and pushed her onto her back.
"Wait," he said suddenly sitting up, pulling his lips away from hers. With out any warning Hawkeye rolled off her and climbed to his feet.
"Where are you going? I thought we both had the morning off," she was very bewildered by his behavior; it wasn't like him to walk away from sex.
"We do," he replied as he walked across the tent. He picked up the bolt and slid it through the door.
"Good idea," she gave him smile of relief. They didn't need a repeat of the other night, or worse.
"I figure we've already traumatized enough people," he grinned as he walked back over to the cot. He sat beside her and smiled, "Now where were we?" He asked as he kissed her passionately.
Klinger was filling out the daily reports when Hawkeye walked into the office later that morning. Instantly the Sargent looked down and continued to type when he saw who it was, he was still plenty embarrassed about walking in on them. Hawkeye smiled, he knew what the other man was thinking.
"Klinger it's okay," Hawkeye said as he sat on the edge of the desk.
"Sir, do you think we could talk about this some other time? I'm rather busy," he pointed to the typewriter.
"I think we should talk about it now, you've been avoiding me."
Suddenly he stopped his typing, "Listen, I know I shouldn't have walked right in, but Colonel Potter told me to find you!" The Lebanese was getting excited. He hated to think about two of his friends lying naked in bed together.
"It's okay, It was an honest mistake. Any one could have made it." Hawkeye understood how he felt; it was rather awkward for him too. "We should have locked the door."
"You mean you're not mad?" Hawkeye shook his head no. "But what about Major Houlihan? I just know she's gonna kill me the next time she sees me."
"Margaret's not mad," Hawkeye said as he let his hand rest on Klinger's shoulder. "Don't worry about her."
"You're joking right?" He didn't believe it, "Are we talking about the same Margaret Houlihan? The Margaret Houlihan who tried to have you court- martialed more than two dozen times?"
"Listen to me," Hawk caught his eyes with his gaze, "Margaret is not mad at you, no one is. In fact we're rather relieved that someone found out."
"Really?"
"Really. It's just that we need to keep this between the three of us, okay? We don't want anyone else to know."
"Oh yes sir, I won't tell a soul. I promise." Klinger crossed his heart.
"We're just not ready to make our relationship public yet."
"I understand, besides who would believe me anyway?" Klinger laughed, then looking at Hawkeye's expression said, "No offense, but you two haven't always gotten along in the past. I still don't believe it."
"I know, I could hardly believe it myself in the beginning. But over time you get used to the idea." Hawkeye smiled again, "Thanks Klinger, this really means a lot to us."
"No problem," the two men shook hands. "Just make sure you lock the door locked for now on."
"You don't have to worry, I've learned my lesson," Hawkeye said as he stood and walked into Post Op.
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Okay, I know it's not the greatest chapter, but like I said; I've been busy. Please review and tell me what you think. Good or bad, I love the criticism. I'm out of ideas at the moment for the next chapter. If you have one please put it in with your review.
Thank you.
Klinger let out a loud gasp as he realized whom she was sleeping with. He couldn't believe it. If he was panicking before, he was frantic now. Hysteria washed over him as he looked on the lovers' sleeping forms. They could wake up at any moment. What would they say if they looked up and saw him standing before them? Carefully he tried to make for the door. He backed up slowly only to bump into her nightstand.
It was a sight Klinger was sure he'd never witness, and never hoped to. Major Houlihan and Captain Pierce were actually in the same bed together. She was practically ontop of him, her bare body pressed against his. It was almost unreal. Well, it had been two years since the war started; it was about time they got together. It might not have been so bad; considering they were only partially covered and he was standing on what felt like someone's pants, but now it had just gotten worse, he had been spotted.
It was hard to tell in the darkness, but a few feet away he could make out a pair of glaring eyes, watching him silently. Klinger froze, how was he going to explain this one?
Hawkeye had been watching the Sargent, as he stood immobilized in the center of Margaret's tent. He'd woken up as soon as he heard Klinger crash into the table. He knew he was going to have to answer a lot of questions, but this really wasn't the place or time. He'd have to talk with Klinger later, when was dressed. Hawkeye sat up best he could with out disturbing the slumbering woman who was cuddled against him.
Noticing that he had been acknowledged Klinger attempted to tell the captain the reason for his intrusion. Hawkeye cut him off before he could say a word. Silently the other man held a finger to his lips and pointed to the sleeping major. Right, Klinger understood, they didn't want her to wake up and find him. With out saying a word he continued to describe to the doctor why he had come. With one finger he made the motion of a helicopter by imitating chopper blades circling in the air, but Hawkeye only looked at him wonder. He shrugged his shoulders and gave him a questioning look. Klinger repeated the motion above his head and then mouthed the word 'Wounded' to the captain; he still wasn't getting it. He was going to try another approach, but his eyes were fixed on the luscious, naked back before him.
Suddenly the major shifted as she snuggled closer to Hawkeye, mumbling something into his neck. Hawkeye froze, he stayed perfectly still until he was sure she was fully asleep. Klinger was sure she was going to wake up and find him standing there. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for the blow. When nothing happened he opened one eye to see why she wasn't yelling. She was asleep. Hawkeye was still lying there motionless, his eyes pleading the other man to get to the point.
The young clerk then proceeded to demonstrate his charade skills by pretending to cut and sew along a dotted line. Finally Hawkeye nodded in understanding. Wounded had just arrived, they were needed in the OR. Quietly he motioned for Klinger to slowly make his way to door and leave; they'd be right there. Before he opened to door to walk out, Hawkeye held a finger to his lips again signaling to keep this quiet, not a word to anyone. Klinger nodded in agreement and ran out the door.
"Margaret," Hawkeye whispered as he nuzzled her. Klinger had just left; they had to be in the operating room right away.
"Hmmm?" She groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She was still half-asleep.
"Come on baby," he reluctantly pulled away and climbed over her and out of bed. "Margaret, honey?"
She was out cold. What was he going to do? Suddenly he knew. Swiftly he bent over and kissed her passionately, opening her mouth with his tongue. Her response was amazing, instantly he felt her react to him, trying to work her way farther into his mouth. He finished the kiss and pulled away, she was looking at him wide eyed.
"Why did you stop?" She asked as she sat up, noticing he had put his boxers back on. "It's only five after three, where are you going?"
"Wounded," he said simply, then suddenly realizing they were waiting for him in surgery.
"I didn't hear any announcement," she was puzzled.
"You're a deep sleeper," he quickly said as he stood up, she didn't have to know about Klinger right away.
"Well, that's all thanks to you," she said grinning. Margaret stood up and put her arms around his waist. Again she kissed him deeply.
Hawkeye wanted to carry this further but there were wounded outside, "Are you going to the OR like this?" He asked looking her naked form up and down. Then he added slyly, "Because I really don't mind."
"Wounded!" She shouted, it finally had registered there were injured soldiers outside. Quickly she pulled away from him and began digging through the pile of clothes. Hawkeye watched with amusement as she threw his shirt at him and rummaged for her own.
When they were both fully dressed he looked to her and said, "I'll see you there, I'll be the one wearing white."
She gave him a kiss and replied, "Hurry up, I don't want us to appear at the same time, someone might get an idea."
"Alright I'm going," he turned and walked over to the opposite end of the tent. Stealthily his lifted the flap and rolled under.
A few moments later he walked into the scrub room. BJ looked at him with surprise as he pulled on his bottoms.
"Well look who finally decided to join us," BJ said as gave his friend a questioning glance. Hawkeye slipped off his shirt and pulled on a white one.
"Must have been some nurse," Charles chuckled behind him.
Hawkeye looked at them with annoyance, "Why do you care where I was? It's none of your business."
"You don't have to get puffy Pierce," Potter stepped in, "You were the one who was late, not us."
"I know, I'm sorry." He hated it when they got on his case.
"So did you and Major Houlihan work things through?" Father Mulcahy piped up; "It must have been some conversation."
"Well after what Klinger told me it would seem so," Colonel potter added before Hawk could get a word out.
Hawkeye's heart nearly stopped. Oh God. Klinger wouldn't tell anyone, would he? Margaret was going to be upset. What was he going to do? How was he going to explain this one?
"Listen Colonel I can explain," he needed to tell him the whole story.
"Don't worry about it son, Klinger already told me how you two stayed up all night discussing the problem. He said you had made good progress, you were even laughing when he went to find you."
"What?" Hawkeye was a little confused. What was he talking about?
"That's ok lad, I'm just happy you two got through this little quarrel. The major needed some help with those reports anyway."
"Oh yeah," that ingenious Klinger had given them a false story, "We worked it though all right, many times."
"Glad to hear it," the elder man said as he slapped his back.
BJ and Charles walked by him on their way out. "I don't see any bruises or slashes," Charles commented to his bunkmate, "Do you Hunnicutt?"
"No Charles I don't, isn't that interesting?"
"Oh shut up," Hawkeye warned as they giggled in amusement.
During surgery everything seemed to run smoothly. No one made any comments about their friends' strange disappearance or the fact that they showed up around the same time looking rather peaked.
Afterwards the group headed into the mess tent for some coffee. Hawkeye laid his head on the table, she had really worn him out, it was too bad they hadn't gotten more sleep. Well, not really. Margaret was sitting across the table from him; she had her leg brushed up against his, her foot was locked around his ankle.
"How long were we in there?" BJ asked as he yawned and refilled his cup.
"Seventeen hours," Klinger replied blandly, he was watching the young couple. They weren't acting all lovey-dovey to each other at the moment, but he could tell they had a deep, mutual love.
"Oh God," Beej replied as he let his headrest on the table.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to bed," Charles announced as he stood up.
"That's a good idea Winchester," Potter commented as he too stood and headed towards the door.
"I think I'll retire as well," Father Mulcahy was almost asleep, "That is if I can make it to my tent."
"Good night," Klinger said sheepishly as he looked over at Margaret and Hawkeye. He still felt really embarrassed about walking in on them.
"I'm sure you two are tired as well, I mean staying up talking all night," BJ exclaimed as the room decreased to just the three of them.
"Yeah," Margaret yawned. She too was tired.
"I'll see you back at the Swamp Hawk?" BJ asked his friend, he face still resting against the cool wood.
"Ya, I'll be there in a moment."
"Okay see you in a bit, good night Margaret," BJ said standing up and walking out the double doors.
"Good night BJ," she smiled sleepily.
The other two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness.
"There's something I have to tell you," Hawkeye said picking his head up off the table. He looked her square in the eye.
"What's wrong?" She was suddenly worried.
"No, nothing's wrong. It's nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"There's something I think you should know about." Margaret just starred at him, what game was he playing?
"And that would be?"
"You can't get up set okay? It's all been taken care of. There is nothing for you to worry about," he took her hand and held it.
"Would you just please tell me what the hell is wrong," she was becoming upset by his idleness.
"This isn't anyone's fault, it was just a simple mistake, okay?" He didn't want her to blow up at him.
"Hawkeye," her eyes were beginning to flare up.
"Promise me you won't get mad," he said sternly.
"What is it?"
"Promise me."
"Alright, alright. I promise. Now tell me what's going on." Her voice was getting louder.
"This morning when the wounded came, neither one of us heard the announcement."
"I thought you said you did."
"I never said that. I said you were a deep sleeper."
"Did you hear the ambulance?"
"No, when we didn't show up Colonel Potter told Klinger to come and find us." Margaret was watching him intensely; she wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "Klinger knocked on your door, but no one answered it. He thought you might have been sleeping so he came in."
"Oh God, don't tell me," her eyes had suddenly gotten very big.
"He found us in bed together." Margaret hadn't an expression on her face.
After a few moments she said, "Do you know what will happen if anyone finds out about us?"
"Margaret listen to me."
"We'll never hear the end of it." She was getting carried away again.
"Margaret!" That quieted her, "I woke up when he came in. He told me about the wounded and left. He promised me he wouldn't tell anyone."
"And you think he can actually keep his mouth shut?" Her voice was still a little loud.
He tried to reassure her, "When I talked to Potter I learned he gave him a false story. As far as anyone knows we spent the night talking and working on reports."
Margaret seemed to have calmed down after hearing this, "Do you think he'll tell anyone?"
"No." He told her plainly.
"I'm so embarrassed," she exclaimed, "We weren't even dressed! We were hardly covered with a blanket!"
"Margaret it's okay."
"It's okay? It certainly is not okay. That man walked into my tent and practically saw me naked!"
"He did not. You were pressed against me; he couldn't see anything but your back. Everything else was covered up with the blanket."
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I make sure you were covered up?"
"Okay, fine. I believe you." She was starring at her coffee cup.
"Honey," he reached out to her again, "Everything's going to be okay. Klinger won't tell a soul."
"I know. He's a good person." She nodded as she spoke. Hawkeye smiled, she was going to be fine. "Do you really have to go back to the Swamp?"
Hawkeye smiled again, "I'll tell you what. I'll go in and make my self-seen and get into bed. After they fall asleep I'll make my way over to your tent and we can cuddle."
"It sounds like a good plan." She leaned across the table and brushed his lips with hers. "But nothing more, I'm exhausted."
"You and me both," he said with an understanding grin. Margaret kissed him again.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Hawkeye got up, he looked around the tent to make sure his bunkmates were really sleeping. BJ was buried under a pile of pillows as Charles snored softly in his corner. Hawkeye slipped on his boots and grabbed his robe, then headed out the door.
The compound was quiet, everyone was sleeping. He walked behind the row of tents and rounded the corner when he got to her tent. With one last glance over his shoulder he opened the door and crept inside.
Her tent was dark, almost pitch black. Quietly he let his robe slide to floor and slipped off his boots. Hawkeye walked over to the bed and watched as she slept soundly. He pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor beside him. Slowly he pulled back the covers and climbed in behind her. She was almost against the wall, she knew he would come. Hawkeye slid his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. Instantly she cuddled into him, wrapping her arms around his. With out saying a word they both fell asleep.
It was late the next morning when Hawkeye woke up. Sleepily, he felt around the cot for the woman that he'd fallen asleep holding. When he realized the space on the pillow beside him was empty he opened his eyes and looked around. Ah, there she was. She was lying on top of him. Her legs were entwined with his as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She was sleeping face to face with his belly button. He admitted this was a little strange, but they'd woken up in some pretty bizarre positions before. Sleepily he ran his fingers through her soft hair and across her back.
"Hmmm, that feels nice," she mumbled against his stomach.
"I know, I like it too," he replied as his hands moved down her arms.
"I know you do."
"That's just because you know how to hit the right spots."
"So do you, and in more places than one." Hawkeye could feel her grinning against his stomach. Her warm, sweet, breath was intoxicating. Almost instantly he could feel his arousal start to build as she continued to blow hot breath so close to his boxers. Margaret could tell what he was thinking; he wasn't very hard to read. Slowly she began to place tantalizing kisses across his defined abdomen and upwards and over his chest. When she began to kiss and lick her way across his neck he groaned and lifted his chin. After a few moments Hawkeye couldn't take it anymore, quickly he rolled them over and pushed her onto her back.
"Wait," he said suddenly sitting up, pulling his lips away from hers. With out any warning Hawkeye rolled off her and climbed to his feet.
"Where are you going? I thought we both had the morning off," she was very bewildered by his behavior; it wasn't like him to walk away from sex.
"We do," he replied as he walked across the tent. He picked up the bolt and slid it through the door.
"Good idea," she gave him smile of relief. They didn't need a repeat of the other night, or worse.
"I figure we've already traumatized enough people," he grinned as he walked back over to the cot. He sat beside her and smiled, "Now where were we?" He asked as he kissed her passionately.
Klinger was filling out the daily reports when Hawkeye walked into the office later that morning. Instantly the Sargent looked down and continued to type when he saw who it was, he was still plenty embarrassed about walking in on them. Hawkeye smiled, he knew what the other man was thinking.
"Klinger it's okay," Hawkeye said as he sat on the edge of the desk.
"Sir, do you think we could talk about this some other time? I'm rather busy," he pointed to the typewriter.
"I think we should talk about it now, you've been avoiding me."
Suddenly he stopped his typing, "Listen, I know I shouldn't have walked right in, but Colonel Potter told me to find you!" The Lebanese was getting excited. He hated to think about two of his friends lying naked in bed together.
"It's okay, It was an honest mistake. Any one could have made it." Hawkeye understood how he felt; it was rather awkward for him too. "We should have locked the door."
"You mean you're not mad?" Hawkeye shook his head no. "But what about Major Houlihan? I just know she's gonna kill me the next time she sees me."
"Margaret's not mad," Hawkeye said as he let his hand rest on Klinger's shoulder. "Don't worry about her."
"You're joking right?" He didn't believe it, "Are we talking about the same Margaret Houlihan? The Margaret Houlihan who tried to have you court- martialed more than two dozen times?"
"Listen to me," Hawk caught his eyes with his gaze, "Margaret is not mad at you, no one is. In fact we're rather relieved that someone found out."
"Really?"
"Really. It's just that we need to keep this between the three of us, okay? We don't want anyone else to know."
"Oh yes sir, I won't tell a soul. I promise." Klinger crossed his heart.
"We're just not ready to make our relationship public yet."
"I understand, besides who would believe me anyway?" Klinger laughed, then looking at Hawkeye's expression said, "No offense, but you two haven't always gotten along in the past. I still don't believe it."
"I know, I could hardly believe it myself in the beginning. But over time you get used to the idea." Hawkeye smiled again, "Thanks Klinger, this really means a lot to us."
"No problem," the two men shook hands. "Just make sure you lock the door locked for now on."
"You don't have to worry, I've learned my lesson," Hawkeye said as he stood and walked into Post Op.
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Okay, I know it's not the greatest chapter, but like I said; I've been busy. Please review and tell me what you think. Good or bad, I love the criticism. I'm out of ideas at the moment for the next chapter. If you have one please put it in with your review.
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