M*A*S*H Slash

Thought I'd share my first stab at Hawkeye/BJ. My first stab at anything MASH -
except the script I wrote in high school . . .


It's a drabble
It's slash




Recognition
by Kaye

I watch him walk into the tent. The staggered warrior. Still bloody. Still sardonic.
His smile crooked. His hands trembled. I love him. I am startled by this admission.
Even if it's only to myself. I love him. So simple. So goddamn complicated.
He holds out a glass. I fill it. I watch him watch me. Now my hands tremble.
He quips and sits on my bunk. I banter and join him. Legs touch, glasses clink.
Here's to forgetting. Every damn detail. Except I can't forget.
Not the exhaustion around his eyes. Not the long fingers that caress his glass.
Not the hollow of his neck, where my head suddenly needs to be.
He turns to me. I see it all in his eyes. His need. His love.
He leans and I lean and it's all legs and arms and then I find his lips and I am done.
Finished.