I woke only to find a familiar pair of lips nibbling on my ear. In fact, I think it was the lips that had woken me in the first place, and I had a feeling it was intentional. Mainly because nothing with Hawkeye was ever unintentional, and I knew straight away that all he wanted was to curl into my arms tonight.
A hand with long, talented surgeon's fingers appeared in front of my face, and began to lightly tickle my neck. As much as I love Hawkeye, sometimes he can be a complete bastard – he knew how ticklish I was and I had to smother a giggle.
He heard it, however, and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.
"Trapper... you awake?"
"I am now."
I tried to sound mad at him, but failed, and soon found a familiar chest pressed into my back, him having scooted over and curled around me.
"Do you know what you do to me? Having you this close... and not able to touch you... Trap... you drive me crazy."
"I know Hawk, but I don't think waking me up was the best idea."
"Think again."
He began to nibble on my ear again, and I couldn't help but roll him over and capture his lips with my own. While our lips were occupied with each other, our tongues began the now familiar dance with each other as well.
Our hands, however, had to remain in check. Neither of us wanted to start something we couldn't finish.
He broke the kiss, and rested his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
"They beat in time, Trap. They have the same rhythm."
"You told me before."
"And it's still true."
He didn't speak again, just slowly drifted off to sleep with my arms around him, stroking his dark hair. When he was fully asleep I moved him so he was back on his side of our double bunk, and I fully returned to mine. We couldn't let anyone see us, although I still held his hand beneath the blankets.
Slowly I drifted back off to sleep – and I realised exactly how much Hawkeye meant for me. In this hell hole, he was my everything.
I vowed to thank him for it tomorrow morning.