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mash_slash2007-03-08 06:24 pm
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Hawkeye/Potter
I was dared to do either this pairing or Potter/Sophie. This was slightly less traumatizing. I'm still sorry.
Pretty E-ish, but it may stretch to 7+ if you're really uncomfortable with the pairing.
Notes: Potter OOCness. Because Potter would never ever ever do anything like that.
It hadn't been intentional. It had been irrational. Drunken, sloppy. It had been all hands and no touch. Even drunk, it was wrong-- wrong to touch a married man. But Hawkeye's hands still moved, quick, sliding across back and arms and hands, across the wedding band that had been there for so long that the color had faded. He kissed and was kissed back, Potter's arms looping across his spine, pulling him close. No thought, no thought, no need to think. Opportunity knocks but once. And Charles didn't knock at all.
***
"Are you going to say anything?" Hawkeye murmured, tonelessly, over the thick vibrating sounds of Mozart, over the thrum of his heart pounding in his ears, filling his head with blood.
"Your sordid affair with our commander will be kept under wraps."
Hawkeye watched him, breathed deep, and smirked, "How much?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Money! Moola! Cash! How much will it cost me?"
"My, my, touchy, aren't we, Pierce?"
"Yes, we are," Hawkeye growled, "we're touchy, grumpy, befuddled, bedraggled, distressed, and just a bit agitated."
There was the pain of silence, the record scratching in the background, Mozart's music was lost; gone. Hawkeye leaned forward and continued as Charles moved the needle. And just like that, Mozart was brought back from the dead, "Please, Charles," He whispered, begged, "I have to keep this quiet. I--Potter and I--"
"My Lord, you don't have feelings for the old codger, do you?"
"It doesn't matter. So, how much?"
"Pierce, while you may find me incorrigible, I am... a doctor. I would never jeopardize the life of another human being."
"Uh-huh. You're just going to lord this over me until the war's over, aren't you?"
"Naturally." Said Charles, leaning back in his cot, and Hawkeye smiled softly.
"Thanks."
I was dared to do either this pairing or Potter/Sophie. This was slightly less traumatizing. I'm still sorry.
Pretty E-ish, but it may stretch to 7+ if you're really uncomfortable with the pairing.
Notes: Potter OOCness. Because Potter would never ever ever do anything like that.
It hadn't been intentional. It had been irrational. Drunken, sloppy. It had been all hands and no touch. Even drunk, it was wrong-- wrong to touch a married man. But Hawkeye's hands still moved, quick, sliding across back and arms and hands, across the wedding band that had been there for so long that the color had faded. He kissed and was kissed back, Potter's arms looping across his spine, pulling him close. No thought, no thought, no need to think. Opportunity knocks but once. And Charles didn't knock at all.
***
"Are you going to say anything?" Hawkeye murmured, tonelessly, over the thick vibrating sounds of Mozart, over the thrum of his heart pounding in his ears, filling his head with blood.
"Your sordid affair with our commander will be kept under wraps."
Hawkeye watched him, breathed deep, and smirked, "How much?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Money! Moola! Cash! How much will it cost me?"
"My, my, touchy, aren't we, Pierce?"
"Yes, we are," Hawkeye growled, "we're touchy, grumpy, befuddled, bedraggled, distressed, and just a bit agitated."
There was the pain of silence, the record scratching in the background, Mozart's music was lost; gone. Hawkeye leaned forward and continued as Charles moved the needle. And just like that, Mozart was brought back from the dead, "Please, Charles," He whispered, begged, "I have to keep this quiet. I--Potter and I--"
"My Lord, you don't have feelings for the old codger, do you?"
"It doesn't matter. So, how much?"
"Pierce, while you may find me incorrigible, I am... a doctor. I would never jeopardize the life of another human being."
"Uh-huh. You're just going to lord this over me until the war's over, aren't you?"
"Naturally." Said Charles, leaning back in his cot, and Hawkeye smiled softly.
"Thanks."
MY EYEEESSSSSSS!!!
(Anonymous) 2007-03-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: MY EYEEESSSSSSS!!!
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And your Charles was dead on. Thanks for this!
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Okay, so my first reaction the pairing was a bit "o.0 WTF?", but awwwwww Charles <3<3<3