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mash_slashWas thinking about doing Hawkeye/Trapper for fanfic100, but then I decided that no one should be subjected to *that* much writing from me.
Sooo. I'm just going to steal a few prompts. All credit goes to fanfic100 for them.
Prompt: Beginnings
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper
Word Count: 245. Nice and short.
Rating: ....7+. I was gonna rate it higher, but it's not really that bad. Sex throughout, though.
It starts because you're both too drunk and too aroused to stop it. With Trapper grabbing your dog tags and not lifting them off but pulling you in. Kissing you hard, biting your lip as he moves back. But you won't let him pull away, wrap your arms around his neck, roam your hands across his naked torso, just to feel his skin; hot and moist and slick. And the table between you falls as both of you try to stand, and it hits your knees and shins and toes on its way down but damned if you care.
Trapper's moving, lunging across the fallen table and knocking you backwards over your chair, driving its back into yours, but you don't let go of him. And you fall with your legs in the air, knees under Trapper's arms, and he's grinning, maniacal grinning like he does when he pursues the nurses, when he gets what he wants.
Bent almost double over you and your hands are in his hair and he lets you slide back off the chair, but he follows. Stumble-follows to your cot and hard-pressed against you, his heart beating straight to yours. You grin and pull his face to yours. You're laughing and the whole thing's awkward; all teeth and knees and elbows. But it doesn't matter, really. Because he's got you. You're his, now.
And this, you think bitterly, fondly, hatefully, lovingly, is why you don't play strip-poker with Trapper.
Sooo. I'm just going to steal a few prompts. All credit goes to fanfic100 for them.
Prompt: Beginnings
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper
Word Count: 245. Nice and short.
Rating: ....7+. I was gonna rate it higher, but it's not really that bad. Sex throughout, though.
It starts because you're both too drunk and too aroused to stop it. With Trapper grabbing your dog tags and not lifting them off but pulling you in. Kissing you hard, biting your lip as he moves back. But you won't let him pull away, wrap your arms around his neck, roam your hands across his naked torso, just to feel his skin; hot and moist and slick. And the table between you falls as both of you try to stand, and it hits your knees and shins and toes on its way down but damned if you care.
Trapper's moving, lunging across the fallen table and knocking you backwards over your chair, driving its back into yours, but you don't let go of him. And you fall with your legs in the air, knees under Trapper's arms, and he's grinning, maniacal grinning like he does when he pursues the nurses, when he gets what he wants.
Bent almost double over you and your hands are in his hair and he lets you slide back off the chair, but he follows. Stumble-follows to your cot and hard-pressed against you, his heart beating straight to yours. You grin and pull his face to yours. You're laughing and the whole thing's awkward; all teeth and knees and elbows. But it doesn't matter, really. Because he's got you. You're his, now.
And this, you think bitterly, fondly, hatefully, lovingly, is why you don't play strip-poker with Trapper.
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