I don't own M*A*S*H.

This is the last chapter, however, this is the cleaner chapter. If you would like a dirtier version please go to the next chapter for that. Same chapter, just with more details.

Finally, the party was over and Becca and Charles were alone in his house.

Freddy had decided to stay in the guest house at Charlotte's tonight to give the two of them some privacy he felt that they needed.

While privacy was needed, it wasn't for the reasons Freddy probably thought it was, although Charles did need to address that as well.

Becca still didn't know of his feelings for her and he needed to tell her.

However, not that there were no other people around them, Charles felt awkward, like a teenager. It seemed as thought Becca did that to him a lot.

"So," she said, breaking the silence. She was still wearing her dress, but had removed the veil and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. "What do married couples in this time do on their first night after being wed?"

She had to ask, in that same innocent tone she had used to ask him the meaning of seduce all those months ago. That same tone that still filled him with desire and made him want to corrupt her.

He cleared his throat. "What do they do in 2152?"

Becca looked at him with a confused look on her face, but answered him all the same. "If we had been married in 2152, the first night we would have spent moving into our new government issued cohabitation home. We would eat our first meal together in solitude and then spend the evening reading or talking before going to our separate bedrooms. Is it the same in 1953?"

Charles blinked at the completely innocent marriage she had told him. That was not going to be their marriage, not one bit. He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. "Not in the slightest," he responded before covering her lips with his own and lifting her into his arms.

He worshiped her that night in a way he had always wanted to. "Becca, I love you," he said moments before they became one for the first time. They rose and fell together, causing Charles to fall next to Becca to keep from crushing her beneath his own body. He pulled her into his arms and he looked down at her. She had passed out into slumber, the activities of the day followed by what had just happened taking all her energy.

He smiled before covering them with a nearby blanket and holding her close to him. He kissed her forehead before falling asleep himself.

Charles awoke the next day in bed alone. He sat up slowly, his muscles aching at the motion as he did so. He hadn't had a night that intense in all his adult years and his body wasn't used to it. He looked around for Becca when he heard the shower running.

He smiled before laying back down to relax. She was still there, he hadn't scared her away.

A few minutes later the shower shut off and Becca exited the bathroom wearing his robe with her hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Good morning," he said, watching as she jumped, startled. She turned to him and smiled.

"Good morning." She walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed, that same inquisitive look upon her face that she always had when she had a question.

"What is it, Becca?" he asked in a relaxed tone. He hadn't felt so good in a long time.

"Last night...I...we..."

Charles smiled before sitting up and pulling Becca in for a soft kiss. "We made love," he said looking deep into her eyes. Becca relaxed as she looked back at him, but her eyes were still curious.

"Could we...do that again tonight?"

Charles watched the blush fill Becca's cheeks. She was just too much. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. Now that he had her, he couldn't get enough.

"We don't have to wait until tonight if you don't want to."

Becca smiled a new seductive smile he had never seen from her before as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around Charles' neck. "Waiting wouldn't be ideal," she said before kissing him.

The next few days didn't see Becca and Charles leaving the bedroom much. Although she had recently been a virgin, Charles was surprised to find that Becca had a sexual appetite that was unending, but he didn't mind. He had held back from her for far too long to stop himself now.

Finally, Charles told Becca that they needed to take a break. "You must rest from this for a bit," he said even as he pressed her down into the mattress again.

Three hours later, Charles finally convinced Becca that a break was needed and convinced her to have dinner on the back porch overlooking the small amount of land the house sat upon.

After they ate, Becca looked up at Charles with a smile but he shook his head.

"No, we need to rest."

Becca laughed. "I know, I know. I just didn't expect this when I landed in Korea last year. I figured I'd be back in 2152 by now, but I'm happy I'm not."

Charles smiled. "Me too."

Becca jumped up. "I have something I want to show you," she said suddenly. "I meant to show it to you before but we...well got distracted."

Charles chuckled. "Distracted?"

She blushed and he chuckled again. She was still so innocent in some ways.

"I'll be right back," she said before rushing back into the house returning only a few minutes later.

Charles was surprised to find that she had brought the history book she had had on her when she landed in Korea. He looked up at his wife as she sat back down next to him and opened the book to the very last page.

"Look."

Charles looked down at the page, his eyes widening slightly at the first line. He turned to Becca with shock in his eyes before turning back and reading the rest.

Dear Becca,

How strange it is to be writing a letter to oneself. However, this letter was read by me before and so I must write it now.

If memory serves, you've discovered this letter moments before you are to walk down the aisle to marry Charles, a man you fear doesn't love you as you do him.

Think back to all the moments he protected you from your fears in Korea. He was protecting you from much more than that as well, he was protecting you from himself.

You don't know how much restraint it took for him to pull away from you when you hugged him in Korea. He wanted you, but his own honor forced him to acknowledge that you would have to return home. His anger in the supply tent was not directed at you, but at himself. Sexual tension can do that to a man, make him act crazy. Remember that kiss the night he proposed? I know that you still think about it. That was just a fraction of the feeling he has for you.

My point is that you don't have the whole story yet. After tonight, you will start to understand more.

You should know that both you and Freddy were always meant to come to 1952. You have no reason to fear that you or he will make a mistake because what will happen was always meant to happen.

This book is what got you started on your journey and this book is what will end it. You and Charles will have a happy life together. Take it from a trusted source.

Love always,

Becca Winchester.

August 25, 1985

P.S.

Tell him to rip the dress. You'll know when. Believe me, it will be worth losing that dress.

Charles looked up at Becca and found her smiling. "I guess I was never supposed to get home in the first place."

Charles closed the book and stood, pulling Becca up into his arms. "You were always meant to be with me."

He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Becca Winchester."

She smiled that smile she used only for him.

"I love you, Charles Winchester."

THE END