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mash_slashTitle: Snapshots of a Wartime Fling
Author: Bartleby
Fandom: MASH
Pairing: Trapper John/Hawkeye
Rating: soft NC-17 for some parts
Summary: Seven drabbles, flingy drabbles.
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: Belongs to Fox and CBS
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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(1)
They always clam up when he comes into the Swamp and always it makes him so snappish. He glares at them trying to act normal.
"Everyone knows about you two." He snips. "Degenerates!"
"Knows about what, Frank?" Hawkeye asks casually.
"Don't bother trying to hide it! And as soon as I get the proof, it'll be blue discharges for sure!"
Trapper arches his eyebrows. "You promise?" He says blandly.
Frank makes a sour face. "Oh... Nuts to you." They ignore him, pouring themselves martinis and muttering things Frank can't quite hear. He fumes, but leaves, suddenly feeling that he's intruding.
(2)
Tokyo summers are always humid and hot and Hawkeye awakes with his front glued to Trapper's back.
He idly trails his fingers over Trapper's naked thigh poking out from under the rough, sweat damp bed sheet and Trapper stirs.
"Hum? You want sex?" Trapper asks, groggily.
Hawkeye smiles. "Not right at the moment." He murmurs contentedly.
"Oh, I wore you out, huh?" Trapper's hair is plastered flat on one side and his smirk is lusty wicked; there's no way Hawkeye can resist.
"I'll show you worn out." He says and descends, catching Trapper's lip gently and artfully between his teeth.
(3)
Radar knows he shouldn't burst into the Swamp without checking. Sometimes, when the pain and fear he of the wounded rolls over him, he forgets himself.
The sight and sensation of them hit him at the same time. They don't notice at first, Hawkeye's fingers wrapped in Trapper's curly hair; Trapper's head in Hawkeye's lap. And then a blanket yanked hastily over Hawkeye's legs and a tiny ripple of panic across the placid surface of Hawkeye's mind.
"What is it, Radar?" He asks calmly.
"Choppers, sir."
Hawkeye squeezes Trapper's shoulder and radiates a tinge of regret. "We'll be right there."
(4)
Trapper never comes until after the rest of the camp is well past asleep, and Father Mulcahy is happy to stay up and hear his confession. Although Trapper isn't confessing sins, he just needs someone to tell.
He smiles and speaks with an uncharacteristic softness of things that he can never tell his wife, things he can never tell anyone else. The words spill from his mouth in a steady torrent until they're both nodding off and Trapper must return to the Swamp to sleep.
And as Mulcahy drifts off, he thinks that sometimes good can come from terrible things.
(5)
Hawkeye thinks the best nights are the nights when Trapper is sleeping across the tent. Almost within arm's reach, but not quite, desire stretched between them like spider webs or rubber bands drawn to their max ready to break or snap them back together so hard they see stars.
And they usually do.
Days apart leave them in a frenzy, desperate for one another's touch, kissing until they're blind from lack of oxygen and forget to care if they're caught.
Hawkeye lives for those nights, drowning in anticipation. Knowing that, in the morning, Trapper will be waiting for him, too.
(6)
Cake is something rarely to be had around the 4077th, but if there's cake it's sure that Hawkeye will beg borrow and steal to get his hands on it. Filching a rum cake from Margaret, a vanilla cake from Frank and once, sneaking a rich, three layer chocolate cake, baked by Henry's wife, out of the CO's own tent.
Hawkeye manages to look inconspicuous carrying the neat bundle through camp and he and trapper smuggle it out to the hills overlooking the minefield and eat greedily with their hands.
They spend the afternoon licking chocolate off of one another's fingers.
(7)
When in Tokyo, Trapper eats only with his fingers, daring to try the small, colorful sushi rolls only after Hawkeye has already tried them and nodded his approval.
The little seaweed wrapped bundles are packed with things Trapper doesn't recognize and couldn't name anyway. And Hawkeye pokes them between his lips with chopsticks handled so skillfully that Trapper wonders if he wasn't maybe born with a pair of them in his hands.
Trapper's nose burns and his eyes water from the wasabi Hawkeye has stroked on his tongue, he swallows and concedes that maybe octopus is pretty good after all.
Author: Bartleby
Fandom: MASH
Pairing: Trapper John/Hawkeye
Rating: soft NC-17 for some parts
Summary: Seven drabbles, flingy drabbles.
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: Belongs to Fox and CBS
Notes: Written for
smiles79335(1)
They always clam up when he comes into the Swamp and always it makes him so snappish. He glares at them trying to act normal.
"Everyone knows about you two." He snips. "Degenerates!"
"Knows about what, Frank?" Hawkeye asks casually.
"Don't bother trying to hide it! And as soon as I get the proof, it'll be blue discharges for sure!"
Trapper arches his eyebrows. "You promise?" He says blandly.
Frank makes a sour face. "Oh... Nuts to you." They ignore him, pouring themselves martinis and muttering things Frank can't quite hear. He fumes, but leaves, suddenly feeling that he's intruding.
(2)
Tokyo summers are always humid and hot and Hawkeye awakes with his front glued to Trapper's back.
He idly trails his fingers over Trapper's naked thigh poking out from under the rough, sweat damp bed sheet and Trapper stirs.
"Hum? You want sex?" Trapper asks, groggily.
Hawkeye smiles. "Not right at the moment." He murmurs contentedly.
"Oh, I wore you out, huh?" Trapper's hair is plastered flat on one side and his smirk is lusty wicked; there's no way Hawkeye can resist.
"I'll show you worn out." He says and descends, catching Trapper's lip gently and artfully between his teeth.
(3)
Radar knows he shouldn't burst into the Swamp without checking. Sometimes, when the pain and fear he of the wounded rolls over him, he forgets himself.
The sight and sensation of them hit him at the same time. They don't notice at first, Hawkeye's fingers wrapped in Trapper's curly hair; Trapper's head in Hawkeye's lap. And then a blanket yanked hastily over Hawkeye's legs and a tiny ripple of panic across the placid surface of Hawkeye's mind.
"What is it, Radar?" He asks calmly.
"Choppers, sir."
Hawkeye squeezes Trapper's shoulder and radiates a tinge of regret. "We'll be right there."
(4)
Trapper never comes until after the rest of the camp is well past asleep, and Father Mulcahy is happy to stay up and hear his confession. Although Trapper isn't confessing sins, he just needs someone to tell.
He smiles and speaks with an uncharacteristic softness of things that he can never tell his wife, things he can never tell anyone else. The words spill from his mouth in a steady torrent until they're both nodding off and Trapper must return to the Swamp to sleep.
And as Mulcahy drifts off, he thinks that sometimes good can come from terrible things.
(5)
Hawkeye thinks the best nights are the nights when Trapper is sleeping across the tent. Almost within arm's reach, but not quite, desire stretched between them like spider webs or rubber bands drawn to their max ready to break or snap them back together so hard they see stars.
And they usually do.
Days apart leave them in a frenzy, desperate for one another's touch, kissing until they're blind from lack of oxygen and forget to care if they're caught.
Hawkeye lives for those nights, drowning in anticipation. Knowing that, in the morning, Trapper will be waiting for him, too.
(6)
Cake is something rarely to be had around the 4077th, but if there's cake it's sure that Hawkeye will beg borrow and steal to get his hands on it. Filching a rum cake from Margaret, a vanilla cake from Frank and once, sneaking a rich, three layer chocolate cake, baked by Henry's wife, out of the CO's own tent.
Hawkeye manages to look inconspicuous carrying the neat bundle through camp and he and trapper smuggle it out to the hills overlooking the minefield and eat greedily with their hands.
They spend the afternoon licking chocolate off of one another's fingers.
(7)
When in Tokyo, Trapper eats only with his fingers, daring to try the small, colorful sushi rolls only after Hawkeye has already tried them and nodded his approval.
The little seaweed wrapped bundles are packed with things Trapper doesn't recognize and couldn't name anyway. And Hawkeye pokes them between his lips with chopsticks handled so skillfully that Trapper wonders if he wasn't maybe born with a pair of them in his hands.
Trapper's nose burns and his eyes water from the wasabi Hawkeye has stroked on his tongue, he swallows and concedes that maybe octopus is pretty good after all.
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Date: 2005-07-09 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 03:07 am (UTC)You win for writing Hawkeye/Trapper.
He fumes, but leaves, suddenly feeling that he's intruding.
Aha, so that's why he often left after being an ass.
Trapper's hair is plastered flat on one side and his smirk is lusty wicked; there's no way Hawkeye can resist.
Who could?
The sight and sensation of them hit him at the same time. They don't notice at first, Hawkeye's fingers wrapped in Trapper's curly hair; Trapper's head in Hawkeye's lap. And then a blanket yanked hastily over Hawkeye's legs and a tiny ripple of panic across the placid surface of Hawkeye's mind.
Poor Radar, but so funny...
Trapper never comes until after the rest of the camp is well past asleep, and Father Mulcahy is happy to stay up and hear his confession.
I'm pretty sure you intended the thought I had upon reading the first half of that sentence.
Almost within arm's reach, but not quite, desire stretched between them like spider webs or rubber bands drawn to their max ready to break or snap them back together so hard they see stars.
Wow. The imagery there is excellent.
They spend the afternoon licking chocolate off of one another's fingers.
Mmm, the images that conjures...
Trapper's nose burns and his eyes water from the wasabi Hawkeye has stroked on his tongue, he swallows and concedes that maybe octopus is pretty good after all.
Innuendos are fun.
I really like how each drabble is written from a different perspective, and how you caught each character's voice.
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 03:09 am (UTC)<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 03:10 am (UTC)YESSSS. Hot and lovely and awesome.
"Hum? You want sex?" Trapper asks, groggily.
Hawkeye smiles. "Not right at the moment."
SEE ABOVE :D
tiny ripple of panic across the placid surface of Hawkeye's mind.
ooooh oh my. That's a pretty lovely image, right there. I always love when people describe the mind as a tangible thing, and *thumbs up* yes.
desire stretched between them like spider webs or rubber bands drawn to their max ready to break or snap them back together so hard they see stars.
that is a pretty amazing bit of prose, right there. I am obviously the stereotypical teenaged girl and as such I scrawl lyrics everywhere, in all my notebooks and sometimes on my lamps and walls when I feel like it, and that seems like something I would write along my floorboards. (All the most important things go along the floorboards.)
I like this a lot. A lot.
(HAHAHAHAHA YOUR ICON, ALSO, IS SOMETHING I HARBOR SOME LOVE FOR.)
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:16 am (UTC)Wow! I think that's the best compliment I've ever gotten. =D Thank you. Twice.
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Date: 2005-07-09 04:40 am (UTC)Thank you so much - this is beautiful and wonderful; hot and yet sweet and romantic and I love it. Seriously. It's perfectly Hawkeye and Trapper - not too sweet, but not too angsty and it's gorgeous. Thank you so, so much, this was excatly what I needed.
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-09 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-09 08:21 am (UTC)Love them all, esp #3
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 10:33 am (UTC)That was amazing. It was hot and sweet and just perfect. I am definitely adding this to my memories.
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:33 pm (UTC)Lovely and cute and cuddly drabbles.
I really like the last one with Hawkeye feeding Trapper sushi.
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Date: 2005-07-09 08:12 pm (UTC)Nice job.
Farewell.
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Date: 2005-07-12 07:12 am (UTC)*blinks*
O.O
*licks screen*
;alskdfja;lksdjf*dead*
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-12 05:26 am (UTC)~Shin