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Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Making Love
Rating: Teen/older teen (sorry, despite the title, it's not smutty, just a little suggestive. Also, 'making love' used to cover courtship as well as copulation, and anything between)
Pairing: H/T
Episode Related: Missing scene 'House Arrest'
Summary: Hawkeye and Trapper enjoy a little house arrest.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Feedback: would be lovely

I wound up feeding him half my steak, because he kept making those little noises of appreciation and it was turning me on a little. As if the food alone wasn't enough to get a guy hard. After what we've been eating? Trust me, steak was almost sexual. The way Trap ate, it *was* sexual, and that's why, after what we've been eating, I still gave up half of my honest-to-goodness steak.

He shifted on my cot and watched intently as I licked the cream out of my Oreo.

"Want one?" I asked innocently.

"A lick or a cookie?"

He licked my neck. "Both."

We kissed, passionately. I gave him two cookies, and when those were gone, there was more kissing. He tasted sweet-- I suppose we could have rinsed our mouths out with gin, get rid of those last vestiges of Oreo particles, but honestly, he could have eaten anything just before and I'd've let him kiss me like this. We'd both been through too much too much worse to bother with the little things.

"Trapper..." I pushed him back. "It's the middle of the day..."

"Best time." He leered.

"I'm sure it is, but our walls are made out of mosquito netting, and I don't want this party going any farther when we could gather an audience."

"Yeah." He sighed. "You're probably right."

"Probably? Trapper, if people saw us making love, our lives would be ruined."

"Too bad we can't sneak off to the supply tent today..."

"Once it's dark." I promised. "We'll find a way to get rid of Frank for the night and we'll do it here."

"Making love, Hawkeye?"

"Well, that'd get rid of him, but it would also neatly defeat the purpose."

"You called it making love."

"Well. It is." I defended.

"Hawk, you shouldn't say those things..." Trapper murmured, leaning in close. "Our walls are made out of mosquito netting. People who live in net houses shouldn't tempt Trappers."

"I'll keep that in mind." I lied. I kind of like getting trapped. Well, under the right circumstances, anyway.

"It is. Making love. It's always-- with you-- it's making love. It doesn't even matter what we do. Whenever you're in the room with me, we're making love."

"Net houses, Trap..." I groaned.

"Yeah, yeah." He sighed, moved off my cot and to his own. But he lifted his glass to me in a toast, eyes twinkling, and I knew it was true.

Whenever I'm in the room with him.

We're making love.

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FIN

Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Pinned ~and~ Kisses
Rating: I'll say teen to be safe, but there's not much here to object to.
Pairing:R/K
Episode Related: For 'Bulletin Board'
Summary: Two little vignettes related to two of the vignettes from 'Bulletin Board'.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: makes me dance like a dork with glee.

~Pinned~

Eventually, someone just shut off the projector and postponed the rest of the movie entirely.

Half the audience was more interested in the fight, anyway.

Radar hadn't been, at all. He'd been watching the movie. But now that it was all fight, no movie, he could see that Klinger was in the middle of it. The fight, not the movie. Shirley Temple was in the middle of the movie.

When people finally managed to pry Klinger and Zale apart, Radar had forgotten the movie anyway. Before the fight could start up again, he grabbed Klinger's arm and steered him away from the crowd. They wound up in his office, since that's where his feet usually took him when he didn't know where he was going, and he sat Klinger down.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine. You should be asking Zale that, I think I was winning."

"Sure, I'll bet." Radar nodded obligingly. "I just thought I'd ask you. 'Cause you're here. And, 'cause I don't really talk to him much anyway, and-- Aw, look, he tore your dress!"

"That bastard!"

Radar grabbed his arm before he could go search the offending sargeant out. "It's okay, I'm sure you can fix it! Look, it's right on the seam!"

"I can't go out like this."

"Well, here, I think I got..." Radar dug around, first in his pockets, then in his desk. Finally, he found what he was looking for. "See? A safety pin."

He put it in place, at the middle of the rip.

It didn't do much good at all.

"Uh... well, it's a little small. But, um..."

"Thanks, Kid." Klinger gave his shoulder a squeeze. "That's great. I'll fix it later-- it is just the seam, after all."

Radar smiled. He couldn't help it.

And he didn't know, but after that, whatever Klinger was wearing, that safety pin had a place somewhere, even if it was where nobody could see it.

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~Kisses~

"How's business?" Radar asked, leaning against Klinger's little makeshift stand.

"Not good. I haven't had any business since Father Mulcahy asked me the same thing, and needless to say, he wasn't buying."

"Well... Here." Radar handed him a five dollar bill. "At least when they total everything up, you'll have a pretty good take, huh?"

"You buying, kid?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I--" Radar blushed furiously. "It isn't *that*, I just-- I mean, I felt kinda guilty, winning all everybody's money gambling, and I figure it all goes to the orphans anyway, whoever I hand it to, and since you weren't getting takers, I thought you-- But I wasn't *buying*, I just--"

"I can't just take the money."

"Well, you can't really-- I mean, why can't you take the-- I mean--"

"On the cheek."

"Well... okay, on the cheek. But not while anyone's looking!"

Klinger pulled Radar down behind the stand, laying a rapid succession of kisses on his cheek.

"That was six!"

"Yeah, I'm having a special." He grinned.

"Oh. Well..." Radar dug into his pocket. "What'll two more dollars get me?"

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FIN

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Anne