"Don't let him get in too close!"
"Cover the Father!"
"Block! Block!"
"Klinger! Get the ball!"
"I'm open! Over here!"
"Watch out for Winchester!"
Klinger tried to shoot the ball, but he was suddenly over come but the impeccable Major Charles Emerson Winchester III.
"Help! BJ!" Klinger shouted as he tired to fend the doctor off. Charles was towering over him, blocking him from plain sight. BJ ran around and opened for the pass. Klinger hastily threw the ball to the taller man, not noticing the fair Major Houlihan waiting on the side. As the ball was released from his fingertips Margaret grabbed for the ball and took off towards the hoop.
"Go Margaret!" The Padre yelled excitedly, waving his hat in the air. Colonel Potter bounded out below the basket, trying to keep her from scoring. Quickly she stepped under the basket and laid the ball into the hoop. As it descended from the net and onto the ground an eruption of cheers exploded from the three team mates.
"Wait, wait," BJ said holding his hands up in confusion, "Let's just hold on a minute." He walked over to where everyone had gathered. "I don't think that basket should count."
"What? That was a perfectly good shot and you know it!" Margaret yelled at him. It was a perfectly good regulation shot; he just hated to lose. Automatically everyone began to shout and put their two cents in.
"You took too many steps! And you traveled!" BJ yelled amidst the noise.
"Now listen here Hunnicutt!" She was about to give him a thorough talking to when Colonel Potter blew his whistle.
"Enough!" He shouted as the group quieted. "From where I was standing everything looked regulation. Houlihan gets the basket!"
Margaret laughed triumphantly as BJ tried to reconcile with Potter.
"But, Colonel!"
"Ha ha!" Margaret laughed at him. "What's the matter? Can't stand to be beaten by a woman?" BJ growled back as he clenched his jaw. The bickering resumed as they continued to make vast amounts of noise, attracting much curious attention.
"Pierce!" Colonel Potter yelled as the younger doctor came into view. "Would you come over here for a second?" He said waving him over.
Hawkeye had just returned from running. He was wearing a tight pair of black sweatpants that were pulled up to his knees; in his hand he held a white T-shirt. His muscled torso, covered in sweat, gleamed in the sun as the rays of light ran across it. His hair was tasseled and messy, giving him that peaked look. Margaret watched hungrily as he walked over to them.
'God did he looks good' Margaret thought to herself as she let her gaze run over his body. Suddenly she noticed how hot it was out there.
"Yes Colonel?" Hawkeye asked as he neared them.
"Is it legal for you take a step with the ball with out it being called traveling?" All them were looking at him.
"It depends," he scratched his shoulder. "What kind of shot was it?" He paused, "What is this about?"
"Houlihan made a lay in, she took a step. Hunnicutt doesn't think it's legal." Potter told him gesturing to the two. Hawkeye smiled slightly at Margaret.
She was staring at him hard. If they hadn't been in present company she would have jumped on him right there. He had a really nice ass, among other spectacular features. Those sweatpants were really tight, they were beginning to turn her on.
"Major Houlihan?" Nurse Kellye walked up beside her, breaking her from her fantasies. "Has the inventory already been taken in the supply shed? If it hasn't I'd be more than happy to volunteer."
Margaret thought about that for a moment. She had done it last night, but this was a great opportunity to get him alone.
"Um, I'll take care of it Kellye. There are a couple of things I needed to do anyway." She said as she addressed the other nurse. Kellye gave her a pleasing yet surprised smile.
"Thanks Major," she said walking away.
"Do you think one of you could help me?" She was looking at Hawkeye the whole time.
BJ objected to the idea, "We need to stay here and settle this." He hated to do inventory.
"I'll do it," Hawkeye gruffly volunteered. He was trying to sound mad, but he winked at Margaret.
"There's a good scout," Potter said as he watched Hawkeye follow Margaret. Quickly the others forgot about them and went back to arguing.
"Hurry up Pierce, we don't have all day!" She shouted, she was walking at break neck speed. He was practically stepping on her heals, but he knew she was trying to throw them off.
He opened the door and let her walk in before him. As soon as he closed the door and turned around she was on him. She pushed him against the wall, kissing him fiercely as she let her hands roam over his sweaty body. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her. Margaret's hands went to his head; she opened her mouth wider, giving him better access. He widened his stance, letting her move in between his legs as his pushed his pelvis against her stomach.
Slowly he began to walk her backwards until they were standing beside a pile of mattresses. Gently he pushed her down; keeping his body aligned with hers the whole time. He laid on top of her, trying to get her shirt over her head as she ran her hands along his back. He pulled her legs around his waist, letting his hand stroke the inside of her thigh. With in minutes clothes littered the floor as the two continued on the mattresses above.
They were lying in the center of the pile of mattresses, holding tightly onto each other. This time it was her turn. Hawkeye stroked her hair as she lay atop him, reveling in the after glow. Her head was lying in the center of his chest, right above his heart. She didn't think anything could be more perfect. She fell asleep as he held her.
"Hey buddy, long time no see," BJ commented as Hawkeye walked into the shower the next morning. "We missed you last night."
"I take it that Winchester drove you up the wall," Hawkeye said as turned on the water.
"I can't take that man any longer, one more night alone and I'll kill him." BJ hit the side of the stall with his fist. Hawkeye chuckled in response. "So what happened?" BJ asked curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"You never came back."
Hawkeye had to think for a moment, he didn't want to give it away. "Margaret and I did the inventory and then she went to her tent and I went to the officers club," he said simply.
"Sounds fun," BJ smirked as he rinsed the soap from his hair. "Better than an evening with Charles, he played his record player most of the night. If he does it again tonight I'm going to shove that player in his ear!"
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Hawkeye shrugged his robe off his shoulders and hung it on the hook.
BJ's eyes grew wide as his looked at his best friend, "What happened to you?" He nearly shouted.
"Huh? What do mean what happened to me?" Hawkeye asked as he stepped under the water.
"Your back! It's covered with welts!"
Hawkeye looked over his shoulder. BJ was right, although they weren't welts, they were scratches. Silently he blushed as he thought about the night before. He'd have to tell Margaret to keep her nails more filed.
"You dog, no wonder we didn't see you last night!" BJ smiled widely. He loved to tease Hawkeye. "So what was her name, was she any good?"
"Shut up," Hawkeye told him gruffly. He didn't need anyone digging their noses into their romance, let alone other aspects.
"Well apparently so." Hawkeye tightened his jaw.
BJ laughed heartily at his friend's expression. Silently Hawkeye continued to wash. He soaped his chest, there were bite marks running along his stomach as well. Cautiously he turned away so BJ couldn't see.
"And what's this?" BJ interrupted, he was looking at Hawkeye's neck. "It looks like a hickey!"
Instantly Hawkeye put his hand over the mark, causing BJ to laugh harder. He turned off the water and grabbed his robe. Agitated, he walked out of the shower tent leaving BJ laughing just as loud.
He grumbled and muttered all the way back to Swamp. Quickly he opened the door and stepped inside. Margaret was sitting on his bed.
"Hi," he said wondering why she was there. He walked around and opened his footlocker.
"Hi your self," she said watching him.
"Didn't we just say good-bye?"
"I had to see you again, I had a really nice time last night." She smiled lovingly at him.
"Me too," he told her as leaned down and kissed her. "Which do you prefer?" He asked holding up two pairs of boxers.
"Hmmm, I think I'm more partial to the white ones." She loved the way he looked in them.
"Me too," again he leaned down and kissed her again. Then he stood up and turned his back to her as he slipped them on. He dropped his robe and began looking for a clean pair of pants.
"Oh honey!" She shouted when she saw his back. She stood up and ran her hands along the scratches. "I'm so sorry!"
"I didn't even realize them until BJ told me," he said with his back still facing her.
"BJ saw them? What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, I just walked out of the showers. He was laughing."
"Oh I'm so sorry," she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Don't feel bad, I find it kind of sexy."
"You poor thing," she let her face rest against his shoulders.
"Believe me, I never even realized you were doing it. I was a little preoccupied remembered?" He was rubbing her arms.
"I still feel bad, especially since BJ saw."
Hawkeye turned in her arms so they were facing each other. "Don't worry about it. I'd be upset if you didn't do it. It just means I'm fulfilling my part."
"You're so cute," she muttered as she kissed him softly. After a few moments he broke it off.
"That reminds me, BJ will be back soon. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Hmmm?" She was still a little dazed.
"You were waiting for me."
"Oh yes, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight."
"I don't know, they're never very good."
I need a date, it's either going to be you or Charles."
Hawkeye gave her a disgusted look, "Charles?"
"That's right, take your pick." She was smiling wickedly.
"Alright, I'll go. Anything to keep you away from Charles Winchester."
"Good, I'll see you then." She gave him one last kiss and then left.
"Attention everyone!" Colonel Potter stood at the head of the mess tent addressing the camp. "The movie is about to begin." There was a big cheer from the crowd. "Tonight we finally get to watch something I know we've all been anxious to see. Ladies and gentlemen, The Moon is Blue!"
The whole tent burst into cheers.. Margaret put her hand on his back, rubbing it in a way that drove him crazy. They probably weren't going to last the movie.
"Klinger, the lights!" The lights turned off and the movie began to play. Potter took his seat beside Margaret.
After half an hour or so Hawkeye felt her begin to lean against him, she was beginning to nod off, or so he thought. Silently she moved her hand so it was resting on his thigh. Hawkeye felt his pulse start to quicken, why did she have to do this now? Slowly her hand started to move upward, quickly he put his hand on hers to stop her. Her fingers were caressing the inside of his thigh, still driving him crazy. He cleared his throat in response and pushed her hand off his leg.
Margaret turned her head and looked at him through the corner of her eye. She continued to pretend to yawn and stretch her arms. Casually she stood up and walked out of the mess tent, her eyes telling him to follow. Hawkeye sat there for a few minutes, contemplating the best way of getting out with out someone becoming suspicious. Finally he had an idea.
Hawkeye tapped BJ on the shoulder, "I told Able I'd check on Private Danielson at nine thirty, I'll see you later."
BJ nodded his head, he was too infatuated with the movie. Hawkeye stood up and walked out. First he went over to Post Op and checked on Danielson, just incase someone asked around. Then he walked over to Margaret's tent.
He rapped lightly on the door, quickly he heard the latch unlock and walked in. The tent was dark. He couldn't see anything. Suddenly she grabbed him from behind and let her hands run up his chest. Hawkeye felt his pulse start to quicken. He turned around and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Least to say, they did not make it back to the movie.
A few weeks later everyone was sitting in the mess tent eating breakfast. Margaret hadn't touched her food, Hawkeye was worried.
"Major are you feeling alright?" He asked, she didn't look well.
"I'm fine Captain," she gave him a composed response. Suddenly she stood up, "Would you all excuse me?" Quickly she ran out of the mess tent.
"I hope she's okay," Colonel Potter said as he watched her rush across the compound.
"It's probably the food," BJ commented as he looked at his own breakfast with disgust, "I think I could throw up too."
Hawkeye was sitting there quietly, he was really worried. "I think I'll go make sure she's alright." He stood up and placed his tray on the cart.
As he was walking across the compound her saw her exit the latrine and rush over to her tent. With out knocking he opened the door and walked inside. She was lying on her bed, her arm draped across her face. Hawkeye pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"Margaret," he said softly, "Are you okay?" For a moment they sat in silence. She reached for his hand and held in tightly.
"I haven't felt well the last couple days, especially in the mornings."
After a moment he said, "Do you think you could have picked up some sort of bug?"
She pulled her arm away from her face, "Hawkeye, I'm late."
"No, Bigilow is on duty for another half hour. You have plenty of time," he told her as he looked at his watch.
"Hawkeye, not that kind of late. I'm overdue."
"For what?" He asked staring at her with a blank expression.
"Hawkeye, my watch stopped." Margaret said looking at him with tears in her eyes. Hawkeye just looked at her, staring at the woman he loved more than anything. He sat there shocked, he didn't know what to say.
"Cover the Father!"
"Block! Block!"
"Klinger! Get the ball!"
"I'm open! Over here!"
"Watch out for Winchester!"
Klinger tried to shoot the ball, but he was suddenly over come but the impeccable Major Charles Emerson Winchester III.
"Help! BJ!" Klinger shouted as he tired to fend the doctor off. Charles was towering over him, blocking him from plain sight. BJ ran around and opened for the pass. Klinger hastily threw the ball to the taller man, not noticing the fair Major Houlihan waiting on the side. As the ball was released from his fingertips Margaret grabbed for the ball and took off towards the hoop.
"Go Margaret!" The Padre yelled excitedly, waving his hat in the air. Colonel Potter bounded out below the basket, trying to keep her from scoring. Quickly she stepped under the basket and laid the ball into the hoop. As it descended from the net and onto the ground an eruption of cheers exploded from the three team mates.
"Wait, wait," BJ said holding his hands up in confusion, "Let's just hold on a minute." He walked over to where everyone had gathered. "I don't think that basket should count."
"What? That was a perfectly good shot and you know it!" Margaret yelled at him. It was a perfectly good regulation shot; he just hated to lose. Automatically everyone began to shout and put their two cents in.
"You took too many steps! And you traveled!" BJ yelled amidst the noise.
"Now listen here Hunnicutt!" She was about to give him a thorough talking to when Colonel Potter blew his whistle.
"Enough!" He shouted as the group quieted. "From where I was standing everything looked regulation. Houlihan gets the basket!"
Margaret laughed triumphantly as BJ tried to reconcile with Potter.
"But, Colonel!"
"Ha ha!" Margaret laughed at him. "What's the matter? Can't stand to be beaten by a woman?" BJ growled back as he clenched his jaw. The bickering resumed as they continued to make vast amounts of noise, attracting much curious attention.
"Pierce!" Colonel Potter yelled as the younger doctor came into view. "Would you come over here for a second?" He said waving him over.
Hawkeye had just returned from running. He was wearing a tight pair of black sweatpants that were pulled up to his knees; in his hand he held a white T-shirt. His muscled torso, covered in sweat, gleamed in the sun as the rays of light ran across it. His hair was tasseled and messy, giving him that peaked look. Margaret watched hungrily as he walked over to them.
'God did he looks good' Margaret thought to herself as she let her gaze run over his body. Suddenly she noticed how hot it was out there.
"Yes Colonel?" Hawkeye asked as he neared them.
"Is it legal for you take a step with the ball with out it being called traveling?" All them were looking at him.
"It depends," he scratched his shoulder. "What kind of shot was it?" He paused, "What is this about?"
"Houlihan made a lay in, she took a step. Hunnicutt doesn't think it's legal." Potter told him gesturing to the two. Hawkeye smiled slightly at Margaret.
She was staring at him hard. If they hadn't been in present company she would have jumped on him right there. He had a really nice ass, among other spectacular features. Those sweatpants were really tight, they were beginning to turn her on.
"Major Houlihan?" Nurse Kellye walked up beside her, breaking her from her fantasies. "Has the inventory already been taken in the supply shed? If it hasn't I'd be more than happy to volunteer."
Margaret thought about that for a moment. She had done it last night, but this was a great opportunity to get him alone.
"Um, I'll take care of it Kellye. There are a couple of things I needed to do anyway." She said as she addressed the other nurse. Kellye gave her a pleasing yet surprised smile.
"Thanks Major," she said walking away.
"Do you think one of you could help me?" She was looking at Hawkeye the whole time.
BJ objected to the idea, "We need to stay here and settle this." He hated to do inventory.
"I'll do it," Hawkeye gruffly volunteered. He was trying to sound mad, but he winked at Margaret.
"There's a good scout," Potter said as he watched Hawkeye follow Margaret. Quickly the others forgot about them and went back to arguing.
"Hurry up Pierce, we don't have all day!" She shouted, she was walking at break neck speed. He was practically stepping on her heals, but he knew she was trying to throw them off.
He opened the door and let her walk in before him. As soon as he closed the door and turned around she was on him. She pushed him against the wall, kissing him fiercely as she let her hands roam over his sweaty body. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her. Margaret's hands went to his head; she opened her mouth wider, giving him better access. He widened his stance, letting her move in between his legs as his pushed his pelvis against her stomach.
Slowly he began to walk her backwards until they were standing beside a pile of mattresses. Gently he pushed her down; keeping his body aligned with hers the whole time. He laid on top of her, trying to get her shirt over her head as she ran her hands along his back. He pulled her legs around his waist, letting his hand stroke the inside of her thigh. With in minutes clothes littered the floor as the two continued on the mattresses above.
They were lying in the center of the pile of mattresses, holding tightly onto each other. This time it was her turn. Hawkeye stroked her hair as she lay atop him, reveling in the after glow. Her head was lying in the center of his chest, right above his heart. She didn't think anything could be more perfect. She fell asleep as he held her.
"Hey buddy, long time no see," BJ commented as Hawkeye walked into the shower the next morning. "We missed you last night."
"I take it that Winchester drove you up the wall," Hawkeye said as turned on the water.
"I can't take that man any longer, one more night alone and I'll kill him." BJ hit the side of the stall with his fist. Hawkeye chuckled in response. "So what happened?" BJ asked curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"You never came back."
Hawkeye had to think for a moment, he didn't want to give it away. "Margaret and I did the inventory and then she went to her tent and I went to the officers club," he said simply.
"Sounds fun," BJ smirked as he rinsed the soap from his hair. "Better than an evening with Charles, he played his record player most of the night. If he does it again tonight I'm going to shove that player in his ear!"
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Hawkeye shrugged his robe off his shoulders and hung it on the hook.
BJ's eyes grew wide as his looked at his best friend, "What happened to you?" He nearly shouted.
"Huh? What do mean what happened to me?" Hawkeye asked as he stepped under the water.
"Your back! It's covered with welts!"
Hawkeye looked over his shoulder. BJ was right, although they weren't welts, they were scratches. Silently he blushed as he thought about the night before. He'd have to tell Margaret to keep her nails more filed.
"You dog, no wonder we didn't see you last night!" BJ smiled widely. He loved to tease Hawkeye. "So what was her name, was she any good?"
"Shut up," Hawkeye told him gruffly. He didn't need anyone digging their noses into their romance, let alone other aspects.
"Well apparently so." Hawkeye tightened his jaw.
BJ laughed heartily at his friend's expression. Silently Hawkeye continued to wash. He soaped his chest, there were bite marks running along his stomach as well. Cautiously he turned away so BJ couldn't see.
"And what's this?" BJ interrupted, he was looking at Hawkeye's neck. "It looks like a hickey!"
Instantly Hawkeye put his hand over the mark, causing BJ to laugh harder. He turned off the water and grabbed his robe. Agitated, he walked out of the shower tent leaving BJ laughing just as loud.
He grumbled and muttered all the way back to Swamp. Quickly he opened the door and stepped inside. Margaret was sitting on his bed.
"Hi," he said wondering why she was there. He walked around and opened his footlocker.
"Hi your self," she said watching him.
"Didn't we just say good-bye?"
"I had to see you again, I had a really nice time last night." She smiled lovingly at him.
"Me too," he told her as leaned down and kissed her. "Which do you prefer?" He asked holding up two pairs of boxers.
"Hmmm, I think I'm more partial to the white ones." She loved the way he looked in them.
"Me too," again he leaned down and kissed her again. Then he stood up and turned his back to her as he slipped them on. He dropped his robe and began looking for a clean pair of pants.
"Oh honey!" She shouted when she saw his back. She stood up and ran her hands along the scratches. "I'm so sorry!"
"I didn't even realize them until BJ told me," he said with his back still facing her.
"BJ saw them? What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, I just walked out of the showers. He was laughing."
"Oh I'm so sorry," she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Don't feel bad, I find it kind of sexy."
"You poor thing," she let her face rest against his shoulders.
"Believe me, I never even realized you were doing it. I was a little preoccupied remembered?" He was rubbing her arms.
"I still feel bad, especially since BJ saw."
Hawkeye turned in her arms so they were facing each other. "Don't worry about it. I'd be upset if you didn't do it. It just means I'm fulfilling my part."
"You're so cute," she muttered as she kissed him softly. After a few moments he broke it off.
"That reminds me, BJ will be back soon. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Hmmm?" She was still a little dazed.
"You were waiting for me."
"Oh yes, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight."
"I don't know, they're never very good."
I need a date, it's either going to be you or Charles."
Hawkeye gave her a disgusted look, "Charles?"
"That's right, take your pick." She was smiling wickedly.
"Alright, I'll go. Anything to keep you away from Charles Winchester."
"Good, I'll see you then." She gave him one last kiss and then left.
"Attention everyone!" Colonel Potter stood at the head of the mess tent addressing the camp. "The movie is about to begin." There was a big cheer from the crowd. "Tonight we finally get to watch something I know we've all been anxious to see. Ladies and gentlemen, The Moon is Blue!"
The whole tent burst into cheers.. Margaret put her hand on his back, rubbing it in a way that drove him crazy. They probably weren't going to last the movie.
"Klinger, the lights!" The lights turned off and the movie began to play. Potter took his seat beside Margaret.
After half an hour or so Hawkeye felt her begin to lean against him, she was beginning to nod off, or so he thought. Silently she moved her hand so it was resting on his thigh. Hawkeye felt his pulse start to quicken, why did she have to do this now? Slowly her hand started to move upward, quickly he put his hand on hers to stop her. Her fingers were caressing the inside of his thigh, still driving him crazy. He cleared his throat in response and pushed her hand off his leg.
Margaret turned her head and looked at him through the corner of her eye. She continued to pretend to yawn and stretch her arms. Casually she stood up and walked out of the mess tent, her eyes telling him to follow. Hawkeye sat there for a few minutes, contemplating the best way of getting out with out someone becoming suspicious. Finally he had an idea.
Hawkeye tapped BJ on the shoulder, "I told Able I'd check on Private Danielson at nine thirty, I'll see you later."
BJ nodded his head, he was too infatuated with the movie. Hawkeye stood up and walked out. First he went over to Post Op and checked on Danielson, just incase someone asked around. Then he walked over to Margaret's tent.
He rapped lightly on the door, quickly he heard the latch unlock and walked in. The tent was dark. He couldn't see anything. Suddenly she grabbed him from behind and let her hands run up his chest. Hawkeye felt his pulse start to quicken. He turned around and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Least to say, they did not make it back to the movie.
A few weeks later everyone was sitting in the mess tent eating breakfast. Margaret hadn't touched her food, Hawkeye was worried.
"Major are you feeling alright?" He asked, she didn't look well.
"I'm fine Captain," she gave him a composed response. Suddenly she stood up, "Would you all excuse me?" Quickly she ran out of the mess tent.
"I hope she's okay," Colonel Potter said as he watched her rush across the compound.
"It's probably the food," BJ commented as he looked at his own breakfast with disgust, "I think I could throw up too."
Hawkeye was sitting there quietly, he was really worried. "I think I'll go make sure she's alright." He stood up and placed his tray on the cart.
As he was walking across the compound her saw her exit the latrine and rush over to her tent. With out knocking he opened the door and walked inside. She was lying on her bed, her arm draped across her face. Hawkeye pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"Margaret," he said softly, "Are you okay?" For a moment they sat in silence. She reached for his hand and held in tightly.
"I haven't felt well the last couple days, especially in the mornings."
After a moment he said, "Do you think you could have picked up some sort of bug?"
She pulled her arm away from her face, "Hawkeye, I'm late."
"No, Bigilow is on duty for another half hour. You have plenty of time," he told her as he looked at his watch.
"Hawkeye, not that kind of late. I'm overdue."
"For what?" He asked staring at her with a blank expression.
"Hawkeye, my watch stopped." Margaret said looking at him with tears in her eyes. Hawkeye just looked at her, staring at the woman he loved more than anything. He sat there shocked, he didn't know what to say.