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mash_slashTitle: Happy Birthday
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captain_lubey
Pairing: Trapper/Margaret
Rating: 13
Warnings: Just a few slight fantasies but that’s about it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own MASH
Author’s Notes: This is a birthday present formijmeraar . Happy birthday, deary! I hope you like it! *hugs*
Summary: Trapper decides to surprise Margaret on her birthday.
Author:
captain_lubey Pairing: Trapper/Margaret
Rating: 13
Warnings: Just a few slight fantasies but that’s about it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own MASH
Author’s Notes: This is a birthday present for
mijmeraar . Happy birthday, deary! I hope you like it! *hugs* Summary: Trapper decides to surprise Margaret on her birthday.
Trapper rapped smartly on the tent’s door, trying to ignore the metaphorical butterflies in his stomach.
I give her 20 seconds before she slams the door in my face.
Trapper’s butterflies stalled momentarily when Margaret opened the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who it was.
‘McIntyre, what do you want?’ she asked curtly.
Trapper shot the Major his trademark lopsided grin and produced a bunch of flowers (well, weeds) from behind his back and handed them to her.
‘Happy Birthday, Margaret.’
Margaret accepted the flowers (weeds) in stunned silence.
‘Get inside.’ The blonde hissed and grabbed Trapper’s arm to pull him into her tent.
Once inside, Margaret turned on him.
‘How the hell did you know it was my birthday, McIntyre?’
Trapper tried to frown but his amusement prevailed. ‘You couldn’t say ‘thank you’ like a normal person?’
Margaret rolled her eyes…her crystal blue eyes…and exhaled exasperatedly.
‘Okay, thank you. Now, how did you know?’
Trapper shuffled his feet rather uncharacteristically. ‘Uh…I think that’s a secret best kept between Hawk and I.’
Margaret bristled. ‘Oh, so is this your idea of some perverse joke?’
Trapper tried his best not to look offended but it was quite difficult. There he was trying to do something nice for Margaret (for once) and all she could do was throw accusations at him.
‘No, it’s not…and quite frankly, Major, I’m hurt that you would think so.’
Margaret adjusted her uniform and straightened her posture, the picture of military discipline.
‘I apologise. Thank you for the flowers, really. It was very thoughtful of you.’
Margaret smiled every so slightly and the butterflies returned full force.
‘No sweat, it’s the least I could do after all the rotten things I’ve done to you.’
Margaret cleared her throat, obviously trying to conceal her nerves.
‘Yes, well…’
‘Margaret, are you nervous?’ Trapper asked deviously.
The blonde’s expression immediately hardened at Trapper’s words.
‘Of course not! I think it would be best if you left now, Cap-‘
Margaret was cut off by a pair of lips on hers, soft, gently and sensual.
Trapper wanted the Major; he had wanted her ever since she arrived at the 4077th in that chopper, uniform crisp, hat askew and hair wild from the wind.
He wanted to throw Margaret down on her army issue cot and make love to her like it was their last day on earth. He wanted to make her scream his name in pleasure as she came under his touch.
But of course he couldn’t. Trapper cared too much about Margaret for her to be a one night stand. And because he has Louise and the girls, they couldn’t have forever either.
So before their kiss could escalate to something more, Trapper parted from the Major and backed away.
Margaret looked into his honey eyes, her own blue orbs clouded with lust, confusion and hurt.
‘John….’
Trapper held up a hand. ‘No, Margaret, I can’t. I’m sorry.’
The Captain went to leave the tent. Just as he opened the door, Trapper turned back to Margaret.
‘You know, you don’t look 34.’
Trapper winked and closed the door with a snap.
END
I give her 20 seconds before she slams the door in my face.
Trapper’s butterflies stalled momentarily when Margaret opened the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw who it was.
‘McIntyre, what do you want?’ she asked curtly.
Trapper shot the Major his trademark lopsided grin and produced a bunch of flowers (well, weeds) from behind his back and handed them to her.
‘Happy Birthday, Margaret.’
Margaret accepted the flowers (weeds) in stunned silence.
‘Get inside.’ The blonde hissed and grabbed Trapper’s arm to pull him into her tent.
Once inside, Margaret turned on him.
‘How the hell did you know it was my birthday, McIntyre?’
Trapper tried to frown but his amusement prevailed. ‘You couldn’t say ‘thank you’ like a normal person?’
Margaret rolled her eyes…her crystal blue eyes…and exhaled exasperatedly.
‘Okay, thank you. Now, how did you know?’
Trapper shuffled his feet rather uncharacteristically. ‘Uh…I think that’s a secret best kept between Hawk and I.’
Margaret bristled. ‘Oh, so is this your idea of some perverse joke?’
Trapper tried his best not to look offended but it was quite difficult. There he was trying to do something nice for Margaret (for once) and all she could do was throw accusations at him.
‘No, it’s not…and quite frankly, Major, I’m hurt that you would think so.’
Margaret adjusted her uniform and straightened her posture, the picture of military discipline.
‘I apologise. Thank you for the flowers, really. It was very thoughtful of you.’
Margaret smiled every so slightly and the butterflies returned full force.
‘No sweat, it’s the least I could do after all the rotten things I’ve done to you.’
Margaret cleared her throat, obviously trying to conceal her nerves.
‘Yes, well…’
‘Margaret, are you nervous?’ Trapper asked deviously.
The blonde’s expression immediately hardened at Trapper’s words.
‘Of course not! I think it would be best if you left now, Cap-‘
Margaret was cut off by a pair of lips on hers, soft, gently and sensual.
Trapper wanted the Major; he had wanted her ever since she arrived at the 4077th in that chopper, uniform crisp, hat askew and hair wild from the wind.
He wanted to throw Margaret down on her army issue cot and make love to her like it was their last day on earth. He wanted to make her scream his name in pleasure as she came under his touch.
But of course he couldn’t. Trapper cared too much about Margaret for her to be a one night stand. And because he has Louise and the girls, they couldn’t have forever either.
So before their kiss could escalate to something more, Trapper parted from the Major and backed away.
Margaret looked into his honey eyes, her own blue orbs clouded with lust, confusion and hurt.
‘John….’
Trapper held up a hand. ‘No, Margaret, I can’t. I’m sorry.’
The Captain went to leave the tent. Just as he opened the door, Trapper turned back to Margaret.
‘You know, you don’t look 34.’
Trapper winked and closed the door with a snap.
END
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Date: 2007-01-06 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-06 07:49 pm (UTC)You wrote my second OTP! You wrote my second OTP! And it was perfect ... completely IC and totally wonderful. YAY!!!
What a great way to start my day online :)
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Date: 2007-01-07 10:16 am (UTC)