M*A*S*H Slash

LJ just ate my comment. Let's try this again.

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.