Don't own these guys! This is H/M cos I've always wondered whether they'd come together after the war (haven't seen any After MASH) By the way, I've played with Hawkeye, Crabapple Cove and the people in it. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Sorry this chapter's so short-give me a few R&R's and I'll update before Friday...PROMISE!
HEY BABY
BEGINNINGS
"You're holding out on me!" accused Trapper John McIntyre in the Swamp.
"No, nothing happened Trap, I swear. Hot Lips is Cold Shoulder to me!" defended Hawkeye Pierce, pouring himself a glass from the Still.
"Margaret, you weren't with...with him, where you?" whined Frank.
"Of course not Frank! The slime ball," defended Margaret hotly before Frank leaned forward and kissed her, pushing her onto the cot.
FLASHBACK FROM MARGARET AND HAWKEYE
"You're scared of sniper fire!" said Hawkeye, wrapping a blanket around Margaret's shoulders before sitting down, arms around her.
"You're my favourite officer in the whole U.S. Army!" said Hawkeye, before kissing Margaret shyly on the cheek. Margaret blushed.
IT WAS JUST A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FRANK!
Hawkeye smiled slyly. He had spotted Frank and Hot Lips walking past the Swamp, and couldn't resist a joke. Asking Frank to hold his martini, he dipped Margaret back and was kissing her. Everyone stared at the two. Margaret had wrapped her arms around Hawkeye's neck, and was kissing him back with equal passion.
After a few stunned moments of silence, Frank stepped forward and roughly pulled Hawkeye off Margaret.
"Why did you do that to Margaret?" demanded Frank.
"It was a Christmas present Frank!" said Hawkeye.
Margaret just stood there with a goofy grin on her face.
8063RD
"You never know, even enemies can close ranks, join hands, sustain each other and defend against a common evil," said Father Mulchahy.
"They'll sustain each other," said BJ, an evil twinkle in his eye.
"Close ranks!" snorted Charles.
"Join hands!" laughed the Colonel.
"I think I'm out of my depth here!" exclaimed Father Mulchahy.
Hawkeye slowly bent down and kissed Margaret who kissed him back with equal passion.
"What are we going to tell Donald about us?" asked Margaret, snuggling up to Hawkeye under the cloak.
"What do you normally tell him?" asked Hawkeye. He immediately regretted it.
"I'm so glad you found us!" exclaimed Margaret to the Mess Tent.
"Very glad, so glad, extremely glad that you found us!" agreed Hawkeye.
Margaret turned to him and punched him. Hawkeye fell over backwards while Margaret stormed out of the Mess Tent.
AND FINALLY, GOODBYE, FAREWELL AND AMEN
Hawkeye watched silently as Margaret hugged Potter, BJ and Charles goodbye. Margaret turned to him.
Hawkeye stood in the swirling dust in silence. He was lost in Margaret's beautiful face and ice blue eyes.
Margaret was (vaguely) hot and uncomfortable. She was lost in Hawkeye's admittedly handsome face and blue-grey eyes.
Hawkeye opened his arms at last. Margaret flew into them, and quite against their own restraints, kissed each other passionately.
BJ grinned, but as the time went on, grew distinctly uncomfortable. He started whistling, trying to whistle one of his favourite songs.
Charles also smiled but also grew a bit embarrassed as he believed that that sort of embrace should be private. He became extremely interested in a rock near his foot.
Potter smiled in acknowledgement but as the others, became self-conscious. Potter became interested in the clouds.
Finally, after several minutes, Hawkeye and Margaret stepped apart.
"Well this is it," said Margaret breathlessly, her eyes not leaving Hawkeye's.
"Yeah, uh, bye," said Hawkeye, just as breathlessly, his eyes seemingly glued to Margaret's.
"Yeah, uh, see ya!" said Margaret before stepping into the jeep, headed for the 8063rd.
Hawkeye watched as BJ's note grew smaller and smaller. His heart leapt in his chest every time he remembered Margaret, the feel of her lips on his, her warm breath, the way her body curved to fit his...which was every second.
At the 8063rd, Margaret was in charge of packing up. Going about things in her usual brisk, efficient manner, she was terrified that somebody would see the unnatural flush in her cheeks, hear the high pitch of her voice. She, like Hawkeye, couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his lips, the feel of his body, his warm breath on her cheek...