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edna-blackadder.livejournal.com) wrote in mash_slash2005-07-31 08:51 pm
Three challenges I thought I'd share with you.
Hi. I'm new here. I joined because M*A*S*H slash is a) obvious and b) fun.
I come bearing fic, in triplicate. I asked for challenges on my own LJ - which I'm still doing, so feel free to stop by and request - and decided I might as well share three very different and unrelated fics that came out of it. Pairings are, respectively, Hawpper, Hawkney and B-eye. They don't have titles, which I suppose is unprofessional, and I apologise ... I wrote them around the challenge ideas, not any specific words or phrases that particularly stood out as titular. The first fic is lighthearted; the second is contemplative and the third is majorly angsty.
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edna_blackadder
Challenger:hawkeyecat
Pairing: Trapper/Hawkeye, implied something else
Scenario: Margaret walks in on something.
Rating: PG for nothing in particular, but seeing as it fits this community ;)
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
“Hey Trapper, did you know that ants can lift up to twenty times their body weight?” Hawkeye called across the Swamp to his bunkmate, who was pointedly staring in the other direction.
Trapper did not turn around. “First off, I told you to leave me alone. Secondly, why are you thinking about ants?”
Hawkeye shrugged. “One of them just decided to drop in near my cot, and I was about to squish it, but then I thought, maybe if I interrupt Trapper with a stupid fact about ants, it’ll annoy him enough to get him to talk to me.”
Trapper snorted. “Nice try, Hawk, but it won’t work. You don’t get to win this time.”
Hawkeye was perplexed. Trapper had just come back from post-op in a foul mood, and for whatever reason, wasn’t letting on why. Unsure of what to do, he simply decided to continue with the same tactic he’d just tried. “I’ll bet you couldn’t even lift half your body weight.”
At that, Trapper turned around. “That’s funny, seeing as I was able to lift you.”
Pleased that he was getting some response, Hawkeye countered, “Ah, but that time, I was helping you. I let you lift me. I’ll bet you couldn’t if I didn’t want you to.”
“Well, I might just prove right now that I could, except that you’d help anyway. You wouldn’t be able to resist. Honestly, Hawk, what’s with you lately?”
“What’s with me? You’re the one who stomped in here and told me to leave you alone without even looking at me. What’s with you, Trap?”
Trapper shook his head and sat up. “Ah, nothing really. It’s okay now; I just needed a second to breathe. Post-op today meant an extended encounter with Hotlips, who threatened to get all over Henry’s back again after Frank’s mysterious disappearance last night.”
Hawkeye smiled. “So now that you’re done being mad, try lifting me. I won’t help, I promise.”
“Yes, you will. You’ve been like a dog lately, tailing me. Aren’t the nurses fun anymore?”
At that, Hawkeye blushed a little as he choked out, “Uh, yeah, of course they are. You must be imagining this. I’m equal-opportunity; you know that.”
“Don’t I, though.” Trapper sighed and got to his feet. “All right, I’ll lift you. On the count of three” – Hawkeye obediently strode over to Trapper’s cot – “one, two” – Trapper placed his hands around Hawkeye’s waist – “three.” Trapper strained himself and groaned as Hawkeye refused to budge. Hawkeye laughed, and Trapper started to laugh as well, then startled Hawkeye by pushing him forcefully down on the cot.
Hawkeye looked gleeful. “Weren’t you just accusing me of being needy?” he asked, looking up eagerly at Trapper, who smiled, bent down and kissed him.
But just as Trapper and Hawkeye were starting to enjoy themselves, loud, angry footsteps sounded. They broke apart just as the door burst open, but although their mouths were no longer touching, they were wrapped together in a way that was almost certainly against army regulations.
Margaret Houlihan stomped in, “I tell you, I’ve never – ” Margaret broke off as she took in the sight before her. “That’s it! That’s it! What are you two doing?”
Hawkeye adopted his small-child voice. “We’re busy. Go away.”
Margaret glared at them. “That’s insubordination, Captain!”
Trapper glared back at her. “Yes, well, we are busy, and Frank’s not here, so get. Major.”
Margaret started to reply, but stopped when both of them stuck their tongues out at her. Furious, she whirled around and called over her shoulder, “I’m reporting this to Colonel Blake!”
As soon as she was gone, Hawkeye kissed Trapper lightly. “Shall we take it from where we left off, then?”
Trapper looked worried. “What if she does report us to Henry?”
Hawkeye winked. “Oh, I’ve got that covered.”
Trapper gaped. “You …”
Hawkeye smiled. “Kiss me?”
“Sure, all right.”
FINIS
Author:edna_blackadder
Challenger:sarcasticsra
Pairing: Hawkeye/Sidney
Sentence: Before Sidney met Hawkeye, he didn't think he'd ever known anyone who liked to kiss so much.
Rating: PG-13 might be an overrating, but I'll go with that just to be safe.
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
Before Sidney met Hawkeye, he didn’t think he’d ever known anyone who liked to kiss so much. Certainly no one he had been involved with previously had been so physically affectionate. Then again, Sidney knew Hawkeye well enough to know that he rarely did anything on a small scale, and he suspected it was due in part to a subconscious need for approval.
Though Hawkeye was perfectly willing to challenge anyone he disagreed with, from his less cooperative patients to four-star generals, without worrying about what they might think of him, Sidney knew Hawkeye did want to be liked, at least by those that he liked or respected. Sidney had watched him tell jokes in the hope of making the war zone just a little bit more tolerable; he had watched Hawkeye open himself up to all kinds of ridicule in the hope of making someone else laugh; and while Hawkeye was usually successful and able to celebrate with a martini, Sidney had seen him disheartened as his target failed to appreciate the efforts he had made.
Those were the times he leaned on Sidney’s shoulder, taking full advantage of the shrink’s ability to listen, relaxing and ever-so-softly letting go of his insecurities. Of course, Sidney knew too well that incidents like that were only the most superficial of perceived failures that sent Hawkeye running to him. Angry or sanctimonious patients were a common cause, or worst of all, patients who didn’t make it out of the operating room. At first, Sidney had tried to treat Hawkeye as he would a patient on these occasions, but soon he found himself responding as much as a lover as a doctor. This worried him some, but he knew that was the risk involved in falling in love with someone who technically was his patient. It was something he had sworn he would never do, but then he had met Hawkeye Pierce, who simply never took no for an answer.
Sidney wished he could feel more guilt than he did about the fact that Hawkeye had successfully seduced him. He often felt like the voices in his head – fancy that, a shrink hearing voices – were telling him it was unethical and he should end it, but he couldn’t. Sidney couldn’t possibly end the romance between them when Hawkeye tried so hard and did so much to make him enjoy it. The constant kisses and physical aspects of their relationship were just the beginning; Hawkeye seemed willing to do anything and everything to get a rise out of Sidney. Sidney could tell it was Hawkeye’s need for approval coming out in him, but he also knew that there was a pure sincerity behind it, so he in turn did all he could to let Hawkeye know that he did appreciate him and every last second of the time they spent together.
And Sidney couldn’t possibly end things between him and Hawkeye when he loved him so much, and had a feeling – perhaps it was hope, but Sidney was sure it was real – that Hawkeye loved him just as much.
FINIS
Author:edna_blackadder
Challenger:ladyabbey
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Scenario: BJ has to console a very depressed and angry Hawkeye after a difficult OR session in which he loses a patient.
Sentence: BJ had never seen Hawkeye drink so much, and that was saying something.
Rating: PG-13 for angst and alcohol.
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
BJ had never seen Hawkeye drink so much, and that was saying something. He was used to watching his best friend down copious amounts of lighter-fluid-like martinis, but right now Hawkeye didn’t seem to even be pausing for breath from one glass to the next. As he started to fill another, BJ sneaked up behind him and covered the hand Hawkeye had been about to use to pick up his glass with a hand of his own, grasping it gently but firmly. “You’ve had enough, Hawk,” he said quietly. “Far more than enough, in fact. I’m almost ready to question my own medical skills because I let you go on this long.”
Hawkeye did not try to wrest his hand from BJ’s grip, but simply slurred, “No, Beej … need ’nother.”
“No,” BJ repeated, now taking Hawkeye’s other hand in his. “Come with me, Hawk … we’ll talk about it. I know it was rough on you today – ”
“He should’ve … made it,” Hawkeye choked out, and something about the fact that his breath reeked of alcohol made it all the more poignant. “I tried … so hard … I – ”
“I know, Hawk,” BJ replied, giving Hawkeye’s hands a light squeeze and relieved at least that he wasn’t resisting. “C’mon over here, and we can talk, okay?”
Hawkeye’s only response was an unintelligible noise. BJ awkwardly tried to maneuver him over to his cot. It was difficult since he was standing behind him, and he reluctantly let go of Hawkeye’s hands just long enough to walk around him and face him. Taking Hawkeye’s limp, unresponsive hands once again, BJ attempted to lead him over to his cot. Unexpectedly, Hawkeye let out what BJ would have thought was an oxymoron: a bitter giggle.
“You wanna dance with me? Trapper used to … dance with me ... all the time …”
Unconsciously, BJ pulled Hawkeye an inch closer as he answered, “We can dance later. Right now you need to sit down.”
“Righ’ … I’m holding you … to that,” Hawkeye murmured as he allowed BJ to steer him across the Swamp. BJ reached his cot and sat down, pulling Hawkeye down next to him. Free of BJ’s steadying grip, Hawkeye immediately slumped over across his best friend’s lap. BJ started to help him upright, then changed his mind and began to massage Hawkeye’s neck instead, pleased when Hawkeye sighed into the cot.
“Tha’ feels … good … stop it, Beej … I screwed up in there, don’ reward me for that – ”
BJ shook his head forcefully. “You did not screw up in there. It could have been any of us. You did your best, and your best is the best around here … he was just hurt too badly. He couldn’t have made it out no matter how hard you tried.”
“No … he wasn’ hurt that bad … I’ve saved worse ones than him before – ”
“He looked terrible to me, and you’d been in there for sixteen hours with a dozen other patients who were as bad or worse. You did more in there than most celebrated stateside doctors have done their whole lives. We all did, and you’re the best of us – you’re Chief Surgeon for a reason, Hawkeye – so if you couldn’t save him, no one could have done it. You were a hero today, Hawk.”
“I couldn’t save him,” Hawkeye whispered, his face buried in BJ’s sheets, and that was all he said for the next few hours. At some point BJ realized that moving Hawkeye to his own cot would be next to impossible, so instead he merely leaned back on his side, behind Hawkeye, and wrapped an arm around him. BJ took a moment to register the fact that he was now lying as close to Hawkeye as he lay to Peg at home, perhaps even closer, before closing his eyes. He felt Hawkeye roll over next to him, and moments later lips met his, tasting of alcohol and dust and salt. At first he thought he must be dreaming, imagining himself and Peg reunited, and he kissed back, and even as he realized it was Hawkeye kissing him, he did not pull away.
BJ opened his eyes as Hawkeye withdrew. He stared into Hawkeye’s wide eyes, which were fixed on him, begging him to say something. Unsure of what, BJ simply gave Hawkeye a quick, closed-mouth kiss and began methodically running his fingers through Hawkeye’s matted black hair. At that, Hawkeye relaxed and allowed his face to fall forward so that their foreheads were touching, the position in which they both fell asleep.
Halfway through the night BJ was awakened by a gagging sound. Hawkeye was still lying next to him but was now facing the ground and, by the sound of it, retching. BJ groaned as he took in the smell, but managed to ignore it long enough to plant a soft kiss on the back of Hawkeye’s neck. BJ felt Hawkeye shiver as his lips met his skin and threw an arm over his shaking body. BJ’s hand again found Hawkeye’s, and Hawkeye seized it, as if clinging on for his life. BJ gave Hawkeye a reassuring hug.
“It’s all right; we’ll clean it up in the morning,” he whispered in Hawkeye’s ear. “Just don’t kiss me again until you’ve brushed your teeth.”
“No … we’d better get it now,” Hawkeye replied, sounding considerably more sober. “We’ll both suffocate if we leave it. I’m sorry, Beej … and thank you.”
BJ stared at him. “For what?”
Hawkeye bit his lip. “Everything,” he answered with a certain finality to his voice. “Just being you. I owe you a kiss. Probably about ten.”
“Well, let’s hurry up and take care of the mess so you can freshen up and pay me back,” BJ responded, caressing Hawkeye’s palm a bit to show that he meant what he said.
FINIS
All right ... um ... there you are. These are cross-posted tohawkeyeisbi, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
martinisabound and my LJ, so I am very sorry for any flist spam I may cause.
I come bearing fic, in triplicate. I asked for challenges on my own LJ - which I'm still doing, so feel free to stop by and request - and decided I might as well share three very different and unrelated fics that came out of it. Pairings are, respectively, Hawpper, Hawkney and B-eye. They don't have titles, which I suppose is unprofessional, and I apologise ... I wrote them around the challenge ideas, not any specific words or phrases that particularly stood out as titular. The first fic is lighthearted; the second is contemplative and the third is majorly angsty.
Author:
edna_blackadderChallenger:
hawkeyecatPairing: Trapper/Hawkeye, implied something else
Scenario: Margaret walks in on something.
Rating: PG for nothing in particular, but seeing as it fits this community ;)
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
“Hey Trapper, did you know that ants can lift up to twenty times their body weight?” Hawkeye called across the Swamp to his bunkmate, who was pointedly staring in the other direction.
Trapper did not turn around. “First off, I told you to leave me alone. Secondly, why are you thinking about ants?”
Hawkeye shrugged. “One of them just decided to drop in near my cot, and I was about to squish it, but then I thought, maybe if I interrupt Trapper with a stupid fact about ants, it’ll annoy him enough to get him to talk to me.”
Trapper snorted. “Nice try, Hawk, but it won’t work. You don’t get to win this time.”
Hawkeye was perplexed. Trapper had just come back from post-op in a foul mood, and for whatever reason, wasn’t letting on why. Unsure of what to do, he simply decided to continue with the same tactic he’d just tried. “I’ll bet you couldn’t even lift half your body weight.”
At that, Trapper turned around. “That’s funny, seeing as I was able to lift you.”
Pleased that he was getting some response, Hawkeye countered, “Ah, but that time, I was helping you. I let you lift me. I’ll bet you couldn’t if I didn’t want you to.”
“Well, I might just prove right now that I could, except that you’d help anyway. You wouldn’t be able to resist. Honestly, Hawk, what’s with you lately?”
“What’s with me? You’re the one who stomped in here and told me to leave you alone without even looking at me. What’s with you, Trap?”
Trapper shook his head and sat up. “Ah, nothing really. It’s okay now; I just needed a second to breathe. Post-op today meant an extended encounter with Hotlips, who threatened to get all over Henry’s back again after Frank’s mysterious disappearance last night.”
Hawkeye smiled. “So now that you’re done being mad, try lifting me. I won’t help, I promise.”
“Yes, you will. You’ve been like a dog lately, tailing me. Aren’t the nurses fun anymore?”
At that, Hawkeye blushed a little as he choked out, “Uh, yeah, of course they are. You must be imagining this. I’m equal-opportunity; you know that.”
“Don’t I, though.” Trapper sighed and got to his feet. “All right, I’ll lift you. On the count of three” – Hawkeye obediently strode over to Trapper’s cot – “one, two” – Trapper placed his hands around Hawkeye’s waist – “three.” Trapper strained himself and groaned as Hawkeye refused to budge. Hawkeye laughed, and Trapper started to laugh as well, then startled Hawkeye by pushing him forcefully down on the cot.
Hawkeye looked gleeful. “Weren’t you just accusing me of being needy?” he asked, looking up eagerly at Trapper, who smiled, bent down and kissed him.
But just as Trapper and Hawkeye were starting to enjoy themselves, loud, angry footsteps sounded. They broke apart just as the door burst open, but although their mouths were no longer touching, they were wrapped together in a way that was almost certainly against army regulations.
Margaret Houlihan stomped in, “I tell you, I’ve never – ” Margaret broke off as she took in the sight before her. “That’s it! That’s it! What are you two doing?”
Hawkeye adopted his small-child voice. “We’re busy. Go away.”
Margaret glared at them. “That’s insubordination, Captain!”
Trapper glared back at her. “Yes, well, we are busy, and Frank’s not here, so get. Major.”
Margaret started to reply, but stopped when both of them stuck their tongues out at her. Furious, she whirled around and called over her shoulder, “I’m reporting this to Colonel Blake!”
As soon as she was gone, Hawkeye kissed Trapper lightly. “Shall we take it from where we left off, then?”
Trapper looked worried. “What if she does report us to Henry?”
Hawkeye winked. “Oh, I’ve got that covered.”
Trapper gaped. “You …”
Hawkeye smiled. “Kiss me?”
“Sure, all right.”
FINIS
Author:
edna_blackadderChallenger:
sarcasticsraPairing: Hawkeye/Sidney
Sentence: Before Sidney met Hawkeye, he didn't think he'd ever known anyone who liked to kiss so much.
Rating: PG-13 might be an overrating, but I'll go with that just to be safe.
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
Before Sidney met Hawkeye, he didn’t think he’d ever known anyone who liked to kiss so much. Certainly no one he had been involved with previously had been so physically affectionate. Then again, Sidney knew Hawkeye well enough to know that he rarely did anything on a small scale, and he suspected it was due in part to a subconscious need for approval.
Though Hawkeye was perfectly willing to challenge anyone he disagreed with, from his less cooperative patients to four-star generals, without worrying about what they might think of him, Sidney knew Hawkeye did want to be liked, at least by those that he liked or respected. Sidney had watched him tell jokes in the hope of making the war zone just a little bit more tolerable; he had watched Hawkeye open himself up to all kinds of ridicule in the hope of making someone else laugh; and while Hawkeye was usually successful and able to celebrate with a martini, Sidney had seen him disheartened as his target failed to appreciate the efforts he had made.
Those were the times he leaned on Sidney’s shoulder, taking full advantage of the shrink’s ability to listen, relaxing and ever-so-softly letting go of his insecurities. Of course, Sidney knew too well that incidents like that were only the most superficial of perceived failures that sent Hawkeye running to him. Angry or sanctimonious patients were a common cause, or worst of all, patients who didn’t make it out of the operating room. At first, Sidney had tried to treat Hawkeye as he would a patient on these occasions, but soon he found himself responding as much as a lover as a doctor. This worried him some, but he knew that was the risk involved in falling in love with someone who technically was his patient. It was something he had sworn he would never do, but then he had met Hawkeye Pierce, who simply never took no for an answer.
Sidney wished he could feel more guilt than he did about the fact that Hawkeye had successfully seduced him. He often felt like the voices in his head – fancy that, a shrink hearing voices – were telling him it was unethical and he should end it, but he couldn’t. Sidney couldn’t possibly end the romance between them when Hawkeye tried so hard and did so much to make him enjoy it. The constant kisses and physical aspects of their relationship were just the beginning; Hawkeye seemed willing to do anything and everything to get a rise out of Sidney. Sidney could tell it was Hawkeye’s need for approval coming out in him, but he also knew that there was a pure sincerity behind it, so he in turn did all he could to let Hawkeye know that he did appreciate him and every last second of the time they spent together.
And Sidney couldn’t possibly end things between him and Hawkeye when he loved him so much, and had a feeling – perhaps it was hope, but Sidney was sure it was real – that Hawkeye loved him just as much.
FINIS
Author:
edna_blackadderChallenger:
ladyabbeyPairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Scenario: BJ has to console a very depressed and angry Hawkeye after a difficult OR session in which he loses a patient.
Sentence: BJ had never seen Hawkeye drink so much, and that was saying something.
Rating: PG-13 for angst and alcohol.
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H not mine.
BJ had never seen Hawkeye drink so much, and that was saying something. He was used to watching his best friend down copious amounts of lighter-fluid-like martinis, but right now Hawkeye didn’t seem to even be pausing for breath from one glass to the next. As he started to fill another, BJ sneaked up behind him and covered the hand Hawkeye had been about to use to pick up his glass with a hand of his own, grasping it gently but firmly. “You’ve had enough, Hawk,” he said quietly. “Far more than enough, in fact. I’m almost ready to question my own medical skills because I let you go on this long.”
Hawkeye did not try to wrest his hand from BJ’s grip, but simply slurred, “No, Beej … need ’nother.”
“No,” BJ repeated, now taking Hawkeye’s other hand in his. “Come with me, Hawk … we’ll talk about it. I know it was rough on you today – ”
“He should’ve … made it,” Hawkeye choked out, and something about the fact that his breath reeked of alcohol made it all the more poignant. “I tried … so hard … I – ”
“I know, Hawk,” BJ replied, giving Hawkeye’s hands a light squeeze and relieved at least that he wasn’t resisting. “C’mon over here, and we can talk, okay?”
Hawkeye’s only response was an unintelligible noise. BJ awkwardly tried to maneuver him over to his cot. It was difficult since he was standing behind him, and he reluctantly let go of Hawkeye’s hands just long enough to walk around him and face him. Taking Hawkeye’s limp, unresponsive hands once again, BJ attempted to lead him over to his cot. Unexpectedly, Hawkeye let out what BJ would have thought was an oxymoron: a bitter giggle.
“You wanna dance with me? Trapper used to … dance with me ... all the time …”
Unconsciously, BJ pulled Hawkeye an inch closer as he answered, “We can dance later. Right now you need to sit down.”
“Righ’ … I’m holding you … to that,” Hawkeye murmured as he allowed BJ to steer him across the Swamp. BJ reached his cot and sat down, pulling Hawkeye down next to him. Free of BJ’s steadying grip, Hawkeye immediately slumped over across his best friend’s lap. BJ started to help him upright, then changed his mind and began to massage Hawkeye’s neck instead, pleased when Hawkeye sighed into the cot.
“Tha’ feels … good … stop it, Beej … I screwed up in there, don’ reward me for that – ”
BJ shook his head forcefully. “You did not screw up in there. It could have been any of us. You did your best, and your best is the best around here … he was just hurt too badly. He couldn’t have made it out no matter how hard you tried.”
“No … he wasn’ hurt that bad … I’ve saved worse ones than him before – ”
“He looked terrible to me, and you’d been in there for sixteen hours with a dozen other patients who were as bad or worse. You did more in there than most celebrated stateside doctors have done their whole lives. We all did, and you’re the best of us – you’re Chief Surgeon for a reason, Hawkeye – so if you couldn’t save him, no one could have done it. You were a hero today, Hawk.”
“I couldn’t save him,” Hawkeye whispered, his face buried in BJ’s sheets, and that was all he said for the next few hours. At some point BJ realized that moving Hawkeye to his own cot would be next to impossible, so instead he merely leaned back on his side, behind Hawkeye, and wrapped an arm around him. BJ took a moment to register the fact that he was now lying as close to Hawkeye as he lay to Peg at home, perhaps even closer, before closing his eyes. He felt Hawkeye roll over next to him, and moments later lips met his, tasting of alcohol and dust and salt. At first he thought he must be dreaming, imagining himself and Peg reunited, and he kissed back, and even as he realized it was Hawkeye kissing him, he did not pull away.
BJ opened his eyes as Hawkeye withdrew. He stared into Hawkeye’s wide eyes, which were fixed on him, begging him to say something. Unsure of what, BJ simply gave Hawkeye a quick, closed-mouth kiss and began methodically running his fingers through Hawkeye’s matted black hair. At that, Hawkeye relaxed and allowed his face to fall forward so that their foreheads were touching, the position in which they both fell asleep.
Halfway through the night BJ was awakened by a gagging sound. Hawkeye was still lying next to him but was now facing the ground and, by the sound of it, retching. BJ groaned as he took in the smell, but managed to ignore it long enough to plant a soft kiss on the back of Hawkeye’s neck. BJ felt Hawkeye shiver as his lips met his skin and threw an arm over his shaking body. BJ’s hand again found Hawkeye’s, and Hawkeye seized it, as if clinging on for his life. BJ gave Hawkeye a reassuring hug.
“It’s all right; we’ll clean it up in the morning,” he whispered in Hawkeye’s ear. “Just don’t kiss me again until you’ve brushed your teeth.”
“No … we’d better get it now,” Hawkeye replied, sounding considerably more sober. “We’ll both suffocate if we leave it. I’m sorry, Beej … and thank you.”
BJ stared at him. “For what?”
Hawkeye bit his lip. “Everything,” he answered with a certain finality to his voice. “Just being you. I owe you a kiss. Probably about ten.”
“Well, let’s hurry up and take care of the mess so you can freshen up and pay me back,” BJ responded, caressing Hawkeye’s palm a bit to show that he meant what he said.
FINIS
All right ... um ... there you are. These are cross-posted to
hawkeyeisbi, martinisabound and my LJ, so I am very sorry for any flist spam I may cause.
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