repost of very old fic from somewhere else.

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This is the first MASH fic I ever posted to the yahoo group. I figured for anyone not part of the yahoogroup or not part of it at that time, I would repost this here.

Author: Anne Marsh
Title: The Kiss
H/T
Rating: PG at the very highest. Pretty tame stuff.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Inspired by two things-- 'Rashomon' and a psych class I once took. If it's enclosed in ~~, it's a flashback.
Feedback: Makes me love you.



'The Kiss I'

It all happened pretty fast. I mean, I was just walking along, minding my
own business (Ha! Like anyone'd buy my innocence for a minute) when he
grabbed me.

~~"What the--!"

"Shh... It's me." He released me, turning me around to face him, then
straightening my shirt.

"Trap?"

"Yeah. This area's temporarily uninhabited..." He looked around warily.
"Last guys who lived here moved out, new blood's not coming in 'til
tomorrow... That means if we make out behind this shack, no one's going to
have to know..."~~

So that's how we got to that point. The Him-kissing-me, tongue-in-my-mouth
point where my knees went weak and I had to cling to him to stay on my feet.

My hands wound through his shirt, fingers tangling in the chain of his
dogtags. Except that they were my tags. Mine. Around his neck, labelling him
as mine. And he kissed me even harder, which I hadn't thought possible, but
wasn't about to complain over. And my knees buckled, and that man oughta get
a court martial for what he's doing with that tongue... Well, actually, I
suppose he could. There's a whole long list of things you're not supposed to
do in this man's Army, and I'm one of 'em.

Uh-oh... his legs are starting to weaken too... he's leaning on me, with my
back up against the wall of the empty shack. We didn't know the guys who had
been living there, we might not get to know the people coming in. We're
behind the thing, not inside. Not safe, but then again, no place really is,
and we don't care quite enough to break the kiss for long. We're still out
of sight. That's enough for now.

Okay, so I know the shack's not necessarily empty. Someone might be cleaning
it up, getting it ready for its new occupants. Maybe we are safer where we
are after all. Doesn't matter. As long as his arms are around me, body
pressing against mine, kissing me like crazy, I don't care.

Maybe it's time to start caring... I hear the wood creak under our partial
combined weight.

"Mm-- John..."

He ignored the start of my warning, tongue plundering my mouth again. I
started to push him away again, when the wood groaned behind me, and before
we could move, the whole section of wall fell in.

"What the-- You!"

I looked up sheepishly from the floor. Or, the wall. Someone _was_ cleaning
up in here, and one of those someones was Frank.

"What are the two of you-- What do you think you're doing?" He sputtered. I
could see the tiny little gears turn in his otherwise empty head.

John and I looked at each other. Our limbs were still tangled, and I had to
roll us so that I wasn't trapped under him. Huh.

"It's not what it looks like..." He began, blushing. Darn it, he's cute when
he blushes!

"Lying's not going to work this time, Trap." I shook my head, looking down
at him. He looked back up, confused for a moment. Then a flash of
understanding passed between us, as it so often has, and he relaxed.

I continued, before Frank could form the right conclusion on his own. "No, I
think it's pretty obvious what was going on, and Frank here's no fool. He'd
see right through us. We might as well just admit it. We were fighting."

"Hah! I knew-- What?"

I got up, then helped Trap to his feet. "Yeah, you caught us. We were locked
in the primal struggle for Alpha Male status. Petty, I know."

"Alpha-- What?" He paused, confused by the hastily conjured shrink
mumbo-jumbo.

"I feel so cheap and dirty." John shook his head sadly, doing his 'innocent'
look. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, he's just as guilty as I
am, sometimes guiltier, and yet he can look innocent, and I can't? "I mean,
I thought we were so far past that kind of competitive childishness. It was
a stupid, macho display."

"Trap, I'm sorry for trying to assert my dominance over you."

"No, I'm sorry for threatening your sense of masculine territorial bounds."

"Do you forgive me?" I spread my arms.

"How could I not?" He mimicked the gesture. "Come here, you big lug! Let's
never fight again!"

We hugged, before a very confused Major Ferret-Face, and left the shack with
our arms around each others' shoulders.

"Hey! Hey, you-- come back here!" Frank bellowed after us. "You'd better
plan on fixing this wall! Are you listening to me? _PIERCE_!"

We continued on, out of his hearing range.

"So..." I leaned toward's Trap's ear. "While he's busy fixing that wall, how
about we do some making up?"

"We weren't even fighting, idiot." He whisper-laughed.

"I could assert my dominance over you..."

"You could try, you mean." He pulled back, a gleam in his eye. "You're on.
I'll race you."

--//--

'The Kiss II'

I snagged Hawkeye's arm as he walked by, pulling him back behind the empty
shack.

"What the--!" He yelped, just before my hand covered his mouth.

"Shh... it's me." I let go, albeit somewhat reluctantly, turning him to face
me. His shirt was rumpled, as per usual, and I reached out without thinking
to straighten it.

"Trap?"

"Yeah. This area's temporarily uninhabited..." I checked the perimeter, just
to make sure I was right. What I planned on doing with him I didn't need any
witnesses for. "Last guys who lived here moved out, new blood's not coming
in 'til tomorrow... That means if we make out behind this shack, no one's
going to have to know..."

He welcomed the initial kiss hungrily, and I deepened into him. I can't do
this enough. I don't know just when it was that I realized how much I needed
this man, but I do remember the day he first kissed me, chastely, and
without a word, slipped his dogtags over my head, to hang around my neck.
Property of Benjamin Franklin Pierce. Which suits me just fine,
incidentally.

His body sags into mine, pleasantly heavy, and I tighten my hold on him,
probing the recesses of his mouth. He's hot, and silky, and he tastes like
testosterone and gin, and something I can't put a name to. He tastes like
Hawk.

When he kisses me back, my knees go weak, and I can't hold the both of us up
on my own any longer, so I lean him back against the wall. It occurs to me
that there might be someone in there. I must be crazy, kissing him here. I
mean, it's not likely that someone would show up and catch us, but it's
still possible. And I can't pull myself away from his mouth long enough to
check again, and see if there's anyone around.

Hawkeye's mouth slips from mine, and I continue to leave sucking kisses
along his jaw.

"Mm-- John..."

I went back to his mouth. The sound of his voice around my name drives me
nuts.

Suddenly, there was a noise, and the wall we were leaning on collapsed,
taking us with it. Our lips came away from each other, and somebody gasped.
For all I know, it was me.

"What the-- You!"

My eyes snapped over to Frank. Frank. What was he doing here? Frank was one
of the people getting this place set up? Who'd he tick off? I looked between
him and Hawkeye.

"What are the two of you-- What do you think you're doing?"

Good question, Frank. all I know is that I'm lying on top of a fellow
officer, who just happens to be my best friend and a man, and we're so
wrapped up in each other that I can't think of any sort of plausible lie.
Hawk shifted, rolling us. Instead of seperating, he comes to rest on top of
me. This would be nice, if it wasn't for the audience.

"It's not what it looks like..." Oh, yeah. That was smooth of me.

"Lying's not going to work this time, Trap." Hawkeye said, shaking his head.
For a minute, I think he's lost it. If Frank-- Frank, of all people!-- ever
knew about us, we'd lose everything. My wife'd take the kids away, and--

Then it all clicked into place. He has a plan. Good old Hawk. I can only
hope it works.

"No, I think it's pretty obvious what was going on, and Frank here's no
fool. He'd see right through us. We might as well just admit it. We were
fighting."

"Hah! I knew-- What?" Frank stopped, confused.

Hawkeye helped me up and kept talking. "Yeah, you caught us. We were locked
in the primal struggle for Alpha Male status. Petty I know."

"Alpha-- What?"

"I feel so cheap and dirty." I added, BSing right along with him. "I mean, I
thought we were so far past that kind of competitive childishness. It was a
stupid, macho display."

"Trap, I'm sorry for trying to assert my dominance over you." Man, he's not
letting up with the psychobabble. We're going to leave one very confused
Frank Burns behind us.

"No, I'm sorry for threatening your sense of masculine territorial bounds."
Good thing I can think on my feet. However, it's getting harder and harder
not to laugh at the sheer ridiculous nature of this whole thing.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked, biting back a grin, arms wide open.

I mirrored the pose. "How could I not? Come here, you big lug! Let's never
fight again!"

I let myself forget about Frank as we threw ourselves into a bear hug. It
was still really hard not to laugh as we exit, still connected by touch, not
listening as we were yelled after.

'The Kiss III'

I don't know how I got roped into this, helping to clean out this shack for
whatever medical interns are being shipped out here. O'Rielly and Klinger
are chatting amiably as they work. I'm too tired and annoyed to join in.

I heard a creak from the wall, then a groan.

"Watch out!" O'Rielly, who was on the other side of the room when it
happened, already had Klinger out of harm's way, and he reached out to me as
I leapt away from the crash. I wonder how he does that...

The dust settled and cleared, and the three of us watched, waiting for the
worst.

It was the worst all right. There, lying on the wall, was Pierce. And
MacIntyre was lying on top of him, their arms and legs tangled up together.

"What the-- You!" I should've known, of course. If there's trouble, that man
is going to be in it, somewhere along the line.

MacIntyre's turning bright pink, like I caught him with his hand in the
cookie jar. I wonder if they're-- nah, couldn't be. Not the way they chase
nurses. Unless...

"What are the two of you-- What do you think you're doing?"

"It's not what it looks like..." MacIntyre protested, turning even redder.
Mother Mary and Joseph, they are! And I'm sharing a tent with-- with--

"Lying's not going to work this time, Trap." Pierce shook his head,
resigned. I wouldn't normally put anything past that man, but there's not
much he can say in a situation like this, is there? "No, I think it's pretty
obvious what was going on, and Frank here's no fool."

Okay, the suspicion's back. He's never once passed up an opportunity to
insult me before.

"He'd see right through us." Pierce continued. "We might as well just admit
it. We were fighting."

"Hah! I knew-- What?" Those two perverts do just about everything I could
possibly object to, but they never fight. Not with each other, not
physically. *I'd* like to aim a punch Pierce's way, everyone knows that, but
MacIntyre... well, he never would, not really. I don't think he could.

They got to their feet and dusted themselves off. Then Pierce started
talking again. "Yeah, you caught us. We were locked in the primal struggle
for Alpha Male status. Petty, I know."

"Alpha-- What?"

"I feel so cheap and dirty." MacIntyre added. "I mean, I thought we were so
far past that kind of competitive childishness. It was a stupid, macho
display."

"Trap, I'm sorry for trying to assert my dominance over you."

"No, I'm sorry for threatening your sense of masculine territorial bounds."

What are they even talking about?

"Do you forgive me?" Pierce spread his arms, muscle by his mouth twitching
ominously.

"How could I not?" MacIntyre did the same. Why do I get the feeling this was
planned when they had no time to plan it? "Come here, you big lug! Let's
never fight again!"

Now they're just doing it to annoy me. They hugged. For a long time. All
right, those two have to be more than just friends...

Then they just walked out, leaving the place in shambles. They had their
arms around each others' shoulders and everything. People are going to be
moving in here tomorrow, and Pierce just knocks down a wall and walks off?

"Hey! Hey, you-- come back here! You'd better be planning on fixing this
wall! Are you listening to me? _PIERCE_!"

"Let 'em go." Klinger said solemnly. "They're not listening."

"What's your problem?" I scowled.

"I'm surprised you had to ask, Major." He grinned, bobbing his eyebrows.

"We can put the wall up." O'Rielly shrugged. "You know, maybe it was a good
thing they knocked it in. Better we find out now than too late."

I hate the fact that he practically worships the ground those two idiots
walk on, but even more than that... I hate the fact that he has a point.

"All right. You and Klinger put that wall in place!"

FIN

=^_^=
Anne