The sun had been streaming in for hours when the sweaty couple finally woke. They were forced to sleep on the floor since Margaret's bunk was…well…in need of repairs. For Margaret this wasn't such a bad thing; Hawkeye made a great pillow; not to mention everything else he was great at. Hawkeye was the first to wake. Sleeping on the floor wasn't usually this comfortable. Wait…the floor? He looked at his surroundings, pinched himself, looked at the beauty asleep on top of him, and then pinched himself again. No, he wasn't dreaming, THIS WAS REAL! A big cheesy grin came over his face 'Margaret's mine' he thought. That was the best thing to happen in, well…probably ever.
He didn't want to move for fear of waking her up, and he was quite happy to lay there, listening to her breathe, to feel her heartbeat against his, just to hold her and revel in the feeling that they were together. 'God she’s beautiful' Hawkeye had always thought that, it was a year ago that she had started to change, started to become less GI, and only then had her real beauty shone through. He ran his fingers through her hair; everything about her was absolutely perfect. Her smile, her laughter, her tears, her temper, her body, her…hair, her smell and most of all, her loving nature…but her legs came in a close second!
He felt her start to stir, but continued to just watch her. Margaret subconsciously moved up his body and began to open her eyes. They were both now awake, staring deep into each others eyes and both smiling, this was the happiest time for them in…possibly since before the war began.
"God you're good" were her first words spoken. Hawkeye gave a cheeky grin "Well Miss Houlihan, you're…not…so…bad…yourself." He said between kisses. "Mmmmm, what time is it?" "Time for fun!" "More? No wonder the nurses loved you." "Loved?" "Well don't think I'm letting you go anytime soon" "Wasn't planning on going anywhere."
Margaret was smiling. "Thank you" "For what?" "Making me feel loved." "Anytime baby." "What time is it?" "10:30" "Mmm…What time do you have Post Op?" "Not til tomorrow." "Good, plenty of time to…eat"
"I thought you did that last night?" and she whispered, "But I'm still hungry." With that they kissed forcefully and hungrily, like they hadn’t seen a member of the opposite sex in their life.
Just before they start a repeat of last night knocking at the door
"Shit…who is it?" "Ah Major sir…m'am, have you seen Capt'n Pierce?" Radar asked. In a hushed voice Margaret asked Hawkeye what she was supposed to say. Hawkeye just put his finger over her lips and nodded. Puzzled she replied, "Yes Corporal, he's here"
"Radar what's up?" "Thank Goodness, Hawk where you been?" "Well I came here to help Margaret last night, went to the officers club and went to sleep in supply because Charles was snoring, then came back and finished…helping…with reports." remembering suddenly "Hows…" "BJ's fine sir." "Is that it Radar?" "Ah, no the Colonel wants to see you two in his office now" "Now?" "Thank you Corporal" "Yes m'am" Radar said saluting the door and walking off.
"Dammit!" Margaret just smiled. "We can always come back later." After a moment "Why did you shush me?" "Radar." "Yes but he couldn't have…oh yeah, he could hear." "Ah ha!" "Thanks, come on, we'd better go."
They spend the next few minutes getting dressed, Hawkeye finished in about two minutes and sat back, carefully on the cot and watched Margaret. "What are you staring at?" she asked smiling. "You," was his simple reply. "You and that gorgeous body that goes with it," He smiled seductively taking her hand and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her passionately.
After a while Margaret pulled back "After Hawk, we don't want you walking around with a…small problem," and she smiled gesturing to his pants. "So I'm small huh?" "Oh baby Anything BUT!" "So last night was?" "The best sex ever yes." "Really?" "Really." "This coming from Hotlips Houlihan herself?" "Oh shut up" she slapped his arm in response. "Could I get that in writing?" "Oh really," she huffed and stood up to continue getting dressed. "Though I must say the name doesn't precede the action…you definitely ARE Hotlips" "Another Hotlips and that shall be your last."
"Awww sorry hot…baby" "Major to you" Margaret quipped, as she remembered what he said to her the first week they were together in Korea. "Sorry Major Baby" Hawkeye smiled giving her a sweet kiss. Margaret smiled. He knew how to make her smile.
About ten minutes later, the two make their way over to the Colonel’s office, fully dressed and smiling.
"It's about time you two got here!" "Sorry Colonel," they both replied. "Now what I was gonna say is, Embry called, wants another pow wow with the senior officers, get to know sorta thing. And so I need to leave someone in charge. Winchester?" "I would lo-ove to Colonel, but I'm on double Post Op all this week if you don't recall."
Charles had been tooting his own horn louder recently, and even after a complaint by the whole camp and being order to 'CAN IT' he still wouldn't give up, Potter kindly 'gave' him double duties.
"Hunnicutt?" "I don't wanna, I like playing humble lackey. Besides…my hand won’t allow a signature to be made for another week at least." "Right, well that leaves you Pierce" "ME? I can't command myself let alone a whole bunch of people…remember last time? What about Margaret?" "Leave me outta this, I have enough to deal with." "Beej?" "Sorry Hawk," he says, holding up his bandaged hand. "Well Pierce, looks like you're it." "Wonderful."
"I leave at 2, I suggest you go do whatever it is that needs doing now. You're in charge for the next 4 days." "Really, thank you Colonel." "My pleasure Pierce," Potter gave him a cheeky smile. "That it Colonel?" BJ piped up. "Yeah oh and Pierce?" "Yeah?" "Be nice" "Who me? When aren't I?"
BJ and Charles left the office, with Margaret and Hawkeye behind them. The two men go off to where they needed to be, while Hawkeye sulked as he walked around the camp.
"Hey sourpuss what's up?" "I can't be in charge…you remember what happened last time?" "Of course I do, but that was different." "How? How was 2 months ago different than now?" "Well…two months ago I had an un-broken cot…two months ago I had an un-broken wardrobe, and two months ago you didn't have me." "What does that have to do with now?" "Well I didn't know I mean that much to you." "I didn't mean it like that, you mean the world to me, but what's there to stop me acting like an ass?" "Me. If ever you get towards being an ass level, I'll pull you back down to earth…that's not the only thing I'll be pulling down either." "Did I just hear right? Was that a pick up line?" "You should know…your last one worked." "Gotta remember that one for future reference." "You won't be needing it."
In a loud voice Hawkeye spoke up. "Major, can we discuss the patient reports please?" "Of course Captain." They both walked briskly to her tent. Once inside Margaret locked the door and jumped onto Hawkeye, knocking them both to the floor.
“I thought…you said…you…were…tired?” “With you busy for 3 days? I can go forever.” “Mmm…” Hawkeye had just gotten her shirt over her head when
ATT ALL PERSONNEL…INCOMING WOUNDED…GRAB A PARTNER FOR THE DANCE…LOOKS LIKE A LONG ONE FOLKS!
“SHIT! GODDAMIT!” “HAWKEYE! Its just sex.” “For you it is…for me it is hours of EXCRUCIATING pain.” “You’re being ridiculous!” “You won’t be the one standing around with a dick harder than algebra!”
Margaret now understood what he was on about. Hawkeye had gotten too excited, and now had a rather big problem.
“Well…how do you usually get rid of it?” “I’ve never had this problem before…” “Never?” “Look, you go to the OR, tell them I dunno…that time of the month?” “Will you be serious?!” “PLEASE Margaret honey…tell them I have a stomach ache or something…” “How long will you be?” “The longer you stay the longer I’ll be…and I do mean that with both intentions.” “I’m gone…bye honey” “Bye gorgeous” Hawkeye gave her a quick kiss and with that she ran out to help with the wounded.
“Where’s Pierce?” asks Potter. “How should I know?” Margaret answered defensively. “Radar said he was with you.” ‘SHIT!’ Margaret thought. “He was…I mean…he’s sick.” “How?” “Stomach ache I think…I gave him something and told him to lie down.”
Meanwhile Hawkeye, in Margaret’s tent was at that moment…trying to get rid of his problem any way than the obvious.
“Wonderful! BJ’s out of action and I have to leave in three hours.” “I’m sure his…stomach ache will be gone by then.” “CORPSMEN!” Potter yelled as they began to go in to scrub up. “Where’s Pierce?” “Sick.” “You are jo-king” “’Fraid not Winchester…looks like you and me are in it alone.”
“And Margaret…” “ME?” “Is there another Margaret around?” “I’m not a surgeon!” “From what Pierce has been saying, you don’t do so bad.” “What?” “What was it…an aid station” “And a flu epidemic I believe…that man really cares for you.” “I know,” Margaret said with a smile. “So you up to it?” “Just until Haw…Pierce gets back.”
So the three head into the OR, ready to operate. With BJ ordered to bed (as there were slight signs of infection), and Hawkeye solving an…issue, they had quite a task ahead of them
20 minutes into the session
“Pierce, feeling better?” “Much…must have been breakfast. Margaret…playing a little doctor are we?”
If only the others knew how true that was.
“Why should you get all the fun? Although I could use a…hand” at once Hawkeye walked over to her she whispered “or any other part you could spare.” Hawkeye gave a cheeky grin and soon took over. “Thank you Abel.” Margaret took over.
“So it really takes 25 minutes?” “25 minutes for what?” “For you know…getting rid of problems.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “It took us I believe…10 minutes last night…PLUS warming up included.” “So? That was the first night…I can go longer.” “That’s not what I’m asking…” “I know and the answer is no comment. Scissors.” “Scissors. No comment means yes.” “No comment means none of your business and yes OR no.” “So…hypothetically…If I were a lonely guy with no girl…how long would I take…” “MARGARET!”
Hawkeye was getting quite disgusted…no…embarrassed. Sure they could share any part of each other’s body…but THAT was going too far.
“Everything alright over there?” Potter asks, upon hearing Hawkeye yell out. “Dandy Colonel.”
“Come on…it’s common practice, everyone does it. You can’t tell me you’ve never done it.” She had him there. “Why do you want to know so badly? Sponge.” “Sponge, why is it so…difficult to answer?” “Because it’s private.” “So being your lover isn’t private enough?” “Huh?” “Come on…PLEEEEEASE?” Margaret was asking him like a little kid would in a candy store. “How can I resist that cute look?” “You can’t, so don’t resist and spit it out!” “Okay, YES I do…NO not then.”
Margaret looked disappointed. Then again why was someone who was more military than Patton and who demanded regulations talking about the sexual doings of the male species?
“Happy now?” “I still don’t get why you took nearly half an hour.” “Without…any help it’s really hard to get rid of, no pun intended.” “Why? It would have taken less time and I wouldn’t have to stuff up 2 operations.” “What? Colonel!” “Pierce?” “How would you say Margaret faired in the operating department?” “Pretty damn good despite the lack of training, Winchester?” “I would have to agree with you Colonel and add that Pierce, she could give you a run for your money any day.” “See…You’re too…humble’s not the right word…insecure?”
That hit a nerve…
“Ready to close doctor?” Margaret was trying to avoid the topic of her any way possible. “Yeah, 3.0. Silk.” Hawkeye knew what she was doing. Margaret herself said she wasn’t an open person. She had emotions even she probably didn’t know about. And if anyone was going to get them to surface…it was Hawkeye.
When 2 o’clock came around, Potter and Charles were elbow deep in a very difficult operation. There was no way he was going anywhere soon.
“Klinger!” “Colonel?” “Get a hold of Embry, tell him the OR’s full, I won’t be able to get away until tonight.” “Yes sir.” “And go find Hunnicutt…he can still help.” “Yes sir.” “So you free tonight?” “I might be…why?” “What do you say to a candlelit dinner by the cesspool?” “I’d rather a candlelit dinner in Paris.” “So would I…look let’s make a deal, you go out with me tonight…and I’ll take you to Paris when all this is over.” “With champagne?” “But of course!” Hawkeye says in his best (or worst) French Accent.
“You bellowed Colonel?” BJ had just entered, yawning with a bandaged hand. “Yeah, Houlihan!” “Yes Colonel?” “I’m re-promoting you to Surgeon.” “Yes sir” she says with a disappointed tone. “Hunnicutt, you supervise. I need to get outta here soon.”
Around 4:30
“Since things are slowing down, I’d best be off. Pierce?” “Yeah?” Hawkeye was more occupied with a badly fractured leg. “Everything for today’s been signed and done, so you got the night off.” “What? Oh yeah.” “I’ll see you all in a few days.” “Bye Colonel!” those in the OR replied, and with that he was gone.
“Hey Hawk how about a game of poker tonight?” “I dunno I have a date…” “Oh?” This surprised BJ…Hawkeye hadn’t been on a date in weeks. “Yeah so? I go on plenty.” “Not recently” BJ muttered under his breath. “Well then if you’re not up for it…Margaret?” “Uh…” She ALSO had a date. “I was gonna wash my hair…” “I may as well just play solitaire.” “Pierce…I’ll play if you will.” “Is that a proposition?” Margaret gave him a cheeky look. “But I guess I could cancel!” “Great! Charles?” “Only if you three will kindly let me get back to this man’s spleen.”
Surgery continued for another 2 hours. With the expect deluge not arriving and no fatalities and with everyone stable, they left the night shift to the nurses and headed over to the Swamp.
“Hey Beej, can we have a little music?” “Any requests?” “’Something jazzy,” Margaret suggested. “Okay, aces are wild and PLEASE find another song?” “I take it no one fancies a little classical?” “NO!” The guys had plenty of it the past week. “I was merely trying to enlighten you with good taste.” “Enlighten your cards and bet”
“Alright…two cards.” “Three.” BJ said. “One,” Margaret smiled. “ONE? Oh you’re bluffing.” “How would you know?” “I can tell with you Houlihan…” “Will you get on with it?” “One and dealer takes 2.”
The poker game continued for several more rounds, until midnight came around.
“Fold!” Charles threw down his cards in disgust. “Call” “Fold!” BJ too gave up. “Margaret?” “Raise you 50.” “And 50 more!” “Well?” “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” Hawkeye wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Margaret.
She just grinned back and revealed her cards, “Full House!” “Argh!” “And all you could come up with was a little straight.” Margaret told him pitifully and took her pot. “Well if you’ll all excuse me, Post op awaits and I’m depressing myself by losing to you of all people!” “We know ya love us!” Charles muttered something under his breath and leaves.
“Well shall we continue?” “Who’s dealing?” “Me,” Margaret said, “5 card stud.” “Oooh you’re a tough woman Houlihan!” “And don’t you forget it!”
The game continues for another 2 hours, with Margaret winning almost every hand.
At around 2:30, Margaret had fallen asleep on Hawkeye’s bunk after folding and the game had finished.
"Hawk, don't you think we should wake Margaret so she can go back to her tent?" "You wanna wake a sleeping lion Beej" "I don’t like the thought of being beaten to death by a Major, no."
Hawkeye carefully climbed into the cot beside Margaret, with his back against hers. No need to make BJ suspicious of anything. If she woke up and wanted to go back to her tent, then that would be okay with him. Hawkeye lay still and listened to BJ's breathing become regular and was sure he was sleeping; Charles was in post-op and would be for another six hours, thanks to Potter’s punishment.
He turned onto his side and slipped an arm around Margaret's waist. She subconsciously snuggled into him. Good thing she wasn't awake, he'd gotten rather excited just lying beside her. ‘God she’s beautiful,’ Hawkeye thought.
"Hawk" she whispered in the dark "Maybe I should go back to my tent." "Sssh, no it's okay, stay here with me please?" "If we go back to my tent I'll do something about that problem of yours that I can feel." "We can do something about it right here, right now"
He slipped his hand between her legs and began to rub her softly. Margaret gasped "No, not here." "Shhh, its okay BJ is asleep, we'll just be quiet" She gave into him; there was no other way. They couldn't have made it back to her tent without needing to jump each other on the way.
She rolled onto her side and faced him, she put her arms around his back and kissed him while he slipped his hand into her pyjama bottoms and started to stimulate her. She writhed underneath him and it was taking all her will power not to shout out.
"Uh, Hawk. Oooh baby, faster" she whispered into his ear. He moaned and continued fingering her, this felt good, but he really wanted to be inside of her. He began tugging off her pyjama pants. She was too exhilarated to notice.
"Margaret, honey, let me fuck you, here, please I…we need it." "No, what if BJ wakes up, he'll hear us." "I'll be quiet, I promise. Just as long as you don't scream" "Ha! I'm not the only one"
Margaret began to slip his boxers off he was definitely ready. He continued to slide his fingers back and forth along her slit. She was trying to concentrate on anything else so she didn't slip over the edge.
"Ah" she held herself back, but she wanted to scream with pleasure. Hawkeye laid over her ever so slightly and she bit into his shoulder. He slipped inside of her and slowly began to rock them back and forth. The army cots weren't exactly built for this kind of use and he didn't want anything to collapse. That'd be difficult to explain.
Margaret just lay back and let him pleasure her; he was so good at it. No man had ever been able to make her nearly orgasm by just looking at her in the way that he did. Every time he smiled at her, she had to hold herself back, she was sure that was a joint effort.
She gripped with her vaginal muscles and that made him groan loudly, they both stopped for a few moments to make sure they hadn't disturbed BJ. He was still sound asleep. Hawkeye lay back down on her and kept thrusting slowly, he didn't want to make any sudden movements, neither of them wanted to end up screaming. It was taking all the power he had. He felt himself start to release and tried to hold back for her sake.
"Baby, let it go" she gripped him as he lay his head on her shoulder and released into her. They lay still for a moment and he slipped out of her. They were both trying to regain control of their breathing.
"Margaret, you didn't orgasm. Do you want me to finish?" "No, it's alright" she kissed him. He took her hand and placed it onto her clit, he put his hand over hers and moved them both back and forth. "Oh, Hawk, ahhh ahhh." "Sssh." He kissed her and kept the pace going. They could both feel her start to spasm and Margaret threw her head back and gripped his hand as he sped up.
BJ fluttered his eyes awake. He thought he could here Hawk moaning in the cot next to his, he thought his bunkmate might have been having a bad dream. When he opened his eyes fully he saw the total opposite.
Hawk had a nurse wrapped in his arms, and they were obviously enjoying each other's company immensely. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see any more, he didn't even know whom the nurse was, obviously flavour of the month.
It wasn't until he heard her moan and Hawkeye groan out her name that BJ realised who Hawkeye was feeling up in the dark.
Hawkeye and Margaret, BJ didn't know whether to be happy or physically ill.
She kissed his neck and steadied her breathing, he'd put her over the edge in quite a spectacular way indeed. They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. Be damned what other people thought.
BJ hadn’t been able to go back to sleep…his mind was racing. ‘I just can’t believe it…Hawkeye and Margaret? Was it even Margaret? Did I hear right? Who am I kidding…it’s her…it’s him…it’s them…in our tent while I’m IN IT!’ BJ was most distressed…how was he to react? Tell them? No…that would be too embarrassing. Pretend like nothing happened? No too hard.
‘Come on…just sleep…you know what sex is…people do it all the time…even Hawkeye…and Margaret…but never together ew!’ Deciding he wasn’t able to go back to sleep whilst they were there…together…BJ headed to the supply shed with the hope that he could drift off to sleep.
An hour later
“Margaret…Margaret honey wake up.” “Mmm? What’s wrong, we got casualties?” “No, just a simple fact that BJ’s not here anymore.” Margaret went pale. “You don’t think…” “I dunno…but just in case I’d say we should spilt before he or anyone else comes back.” “We?” “Unless you’d rather sleep alone…” Margaret slapped him playfully “You’re impossible!” “I thought after last night and tonight that I was…” Margaret rolled her eyes as she slipped her clothes on.
“Why are you getting dressed? It’s a hot night…best to sleep in the least amount possible.” “I’m not about to streak across the compound like you am I?” Hawkeye’s jaw dropped…‘she saw that?!’ “And yes I saw it…and may I say not a bad show!” And just to show it, she saluted him. “Has anyone ever told you what a Smartass you are?” “Besides you? No…but I have been told what a great ass I have.” “THAT I would have to agree with 110%.” “Why thankyou…yours isn’t so bad either.” “Oh come on, you know you want it!”
Margaret knew what he was playing at…and like a puppy with a stick; she knew she had to play back. “Oh do I? Well I don’t know about you Mr ‘fuck me here please I need it’, you’re cute…but not irresistible.” “Oh? What about you Miss ‘we’re at this all night, long and hard’?”
“Well…you’re right.” Okay, she’d lost this battle. “Could you repeat that please? I just thought I heard you say I was right?” “You’re right.” “I gotta remember this one!” “Why?” “According to you I’m never right!” “Oh? And I guess my screaming last night disproves that theory then?” “We’re both right now shut up and kiss me.” The two lock lips in agreement. “Hmm…that was right.” “I thought so too.” “But we really should move.” “Yeah…we probably scarred BJ for life.”
“Look, let’s assume he doesn’t know and has just gone out for a few minutes…the longer we stay, the more chance we have of him catching us.” “You’re right.” “Plus oh illustrious commander…don’t you have to command in a few hours?” “I thought I already did that?” Margaret swatted him and jumped up. “Are you coming?” “I answered that last night” Hawkeye says with a devilish grin.
Margaret rolled her eyes at him and pulled him to his feet. “Ah…you want to get something on?” “Besides you?” “What is with you tonight?” Hawkeye whispered “It’s called the ‘honeymoon’ period…where we say anything dirty, act dirty and…” “Play dirty.” “Ah, I believe you are familiar with this stage then?” “A few times” “A few times” Hawkeye repeated with a grin and they kissed again. “But seriously…throw a robe on so we can get some sleep.”
“SLEEP!” “I’m sure you’re familiar with the term?” “But I thought…” “You thought with your dick, yes.” Hawkeye tried to put up a protest “But you have an early start…and you know what they say…” “The early bird gets a wake up call that lasts for half an hour?” “Exactly…so let’s go.”
So an action, which would normally take 30 seconds, took 5 minutes to achieve. The pair snuggled up together on Margaret’s cot
“Night Margaret” “Goodnight Hawk” and drifted to sleep
Back in the supply shed, for BJ, unfortunately every time he fell asleep, flashes of their shadows interrupted him and he woke up. This continued until around 6, when he jumped up…remembering that Charles was due back any minute. Not wanting Charles too to be horrified with what or rather who lay inside, he quickly ran back to the Swamp to wake them…luckily for everyone, both Hawkeye and Margaret were gone.
BJ breathed a sigh of relief and went back to bed, not thinking of what he would say to Hawkeye later that day.
At 7am, figuring he’d slept in enough, Radar walked over to the Swamp to wake up Hawkeye…hoping that this time around, he’d be easier to get along with.
“Hey Hawk…Hawkeye?” Radar was puzzled…Hawkeye was no-where in the Swamp. “Capt’n Hunnicutt…BJ?” “Peg, I told you not to wake me til 9…” “BJ it’s Radar.” “What do you want?” “Uhhh, d’you know where Hawkeye is? He’s supposed to fill out reports and sign papers and stuff.”
BJ froze…what was he gonna say to Radar. ‘Oh he’s over in Major Houlihan’s tent…going at it hammer and tongs…’ No, he’d figure anything but that would work.
“Radar, as assistant to the assistant of the temporary commanding officer, go back to sleep…morning has been officially moved to 10 o’clock.” “But sir…” “Will ya Radar? Hawk’s fine.” “I’d better not get in trouble for this…” “If you do, he’ll give you his medical collection.” “Really?” “Only if you disappear within the next 5 seconds.” “Yes sir!” and with that, Radar ran off as fast as he could.
At around 9:30 Hawkeye and Margaret woke up rather hungry…for food that is. Since neither of them had eaten since lunch the day before, both were close to starving.
“Mmmmm, you hungry?” “Starving…you?” “Same.” “You have anything to eat in here?” “Besides me?” “Ha ha…” At that moment, Hawkeye’s stomach started grumbling. “See, now normally you’d do…there are an awful amount of good nutrients in eating your partner’s…” “HAWKEYE!” “It’s not like anyone can hear…besides I am a doctor…I know these things.” “Sure…” “What? I am a doctor! My diplomas may not be here…but check all my references…Uncle Chang’s whoopee parlour, Ted’s wheel ‘em in garage…” “Yeah yeah…we all know what a hotshot you are.”
“I thought I was getting a wake up call that lasts for half an hour?” “I did…you slept through it.” “Thanks a lot!” “Anytime baby!” “I should kiss you…” “That you should.” “But I won’t.” “Why?” “Because I don’t feel like it.” Hawkeye got up and wrapped his robe tighter around him. “Oh, so now you don’t want to…what was it that YOU wanted a few hours ago?” “Food…you gonna stay here or come and eat?” “I’m going to go eat…you have to go command.”
“What? AH geez” Hawkeye suddenly remembered what their dear Colonel gave him. “Why can’t you do it?” Margaret was quickly getting dressed…she had a good reason for not wanting to command. “Because not only am I a nurse, I’m head nurse aka in charge of every other nurse in this camp, head of supply AND in charge of the enlisted…do you know how much work that creates? Not to mention that whenever there’s a long OR session I have to catch up on missed paperwork PLUS fill out more reports than normal. Now which would you prefer: signing a few pieces of paper or my life?”
“Well your life would be pretty exciting.” Margaret was somewhat stunned at his statement…had he really cracked? “How so?” “I wanna know how well I fu…”
Margaret was shocked at what he just said…she was trying to be serious and he was acting like a dog on heat. She knew he was crude…but sometimes he went too far.
“You’re disgusting!” “It wa…” “I can’t believe you just said that. I just explained what hell I have to go through and all you can talk about is sex!” “Well sorry for being male!” “What?” “It’s just that I’ve been hoping that these past few days would come true for over a year now. I can’t help it if I’m excited or dare I say happy?”
Margaret didn’t want to start a fight. Hawkeye didn’t either. But fighting was in their nature…especially with one another. But neither of them really thought it through when they started.
“Hawkeye…I understand what you’re feeling. BELIEVE me I’m happy too…it’s just…I don’t know.” “What?” “You told me once that you didn’t think anything could come of us because we’re so different…what if that’s true?”
Hawkeye was somewhat pleased with himself…he always knew how to break down that barrier of hers she kept up so well with everyone else.
“Margaret…I said I think…what I think or rather thought and what is possible are two different things. There is truth in that – us being so different, but it’s that difference that we’re attracted to. Why do you think those military flyboys never worked out? You were too similar.”
“I guess you’re right – this time.” “I know I am…” “I know you do.” “MmmmHmmm” “I should have looked for a rebel from the start.” “Saved you all that trouble.”
Hawkeye mentally hit himself and decided to change the subject…bringing up old wounds was NOT something good for the start of a relationship.
“What do you say we go eat now?” Margaret sensing he was uneasy about what he had just said went along with it. “Yeah…besides you need all the energy you can get.” “Oh?” “Yeah…signing papers can be a real bitch,” and she stuck her tongue out at him and headed out the door yelling, “Meet you there SIR!”
Hawkeye smiled at her, quickly began to dress in what little he had brought with him and headed over to the Swamp.
BJ was still asleep. After Radar had left, he fell back into a restless sleep. Images of Hawkeye and Margaret flashing through his mind, interrupting his sleep. ‘DAMN HIM!’ BJ knew what had to be done. He had wanted to avoid a conversation…but it was the only way he was going to get any sleep.
“Hey BEEJ…wake up.” “Mmmhph” “It’s a beautiful day!” “For those who got laid.” BJ muttered. “What was that?” Hawkeye wasn’t listening. “I said…never mind.” Hawkeye satisfied with the answer continued to dress.
“Where have you been?” BJ decided the best way to talk about it, was to get him to admit it. “Out” was his simple reply. “So who was she?” “Oh nobody” Hawkeye decided he didn’t need to know at the moment. “Was she any good?” BJ was really going for it. “Was who any good?” Hawkeye was playing dumb. “You didn’t come home after dropping Margaret off last night. Figured you got a better offer. You haven’t been at an all nighter for months.” “Oh, so you’ve been keeping track of me dad?”
BJ was pressing it…and wasn’t going to let off until Hawkeye admitted it. “Just curious is all.” “You coming to breakfast?” Hawkeye decided to change the subject. BJ threw on a pair of shorts and shoes and replied “Naw…think I’ll trying sleeping in my shoes.” Hawkeye cracked up and the two headed for the mess tent.
Upon entering, Margaret nearly crashed into Hawkeye running out the door. “Hey what’s the rush?” “Supply…they can’t find 3 boxes of penathol…I swear they couldn’t run this place without me!” Hawkeye and BJ laugh as she runs off towards the supply shed.
The two enter and upon seeing the day’s menu…they stick to rock toast and unusually warm coffee…must be the summer heat they concluded.
“So what time did you leave last night?” BJ started. “Why do you want to know?” “Just that I dosed off around 2:30 and Margaret was still there.” Hawkeye froze, what was he gonna say?
“You two have a nice chat?” BJ could also play dumb. “Must have been some chat…you were gone for a long time.” Hawkeye just looked at him. “And I could have sworn I heard you two laughing…or something.” Hawkeye went deathly pale, then bright red ‘He heard us?!’ “Well you said your date wasn’t much…or was she?” BJ stated with a sly grin. Hawkeye coughed down the piece of food he had in his mouth. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it a Major?” Hawkeye remained silent…why? He didn’t understand. “Come on…out with it.”
Finally he found his voice.
“Out with what?” “I have forever the memory of you two going at it in OUR tent…you owe me at least the details. Come on!” Hawkeye knew the game was up. “What do you want to know?” “When did this start and why didn’t you tell me and just everything!”
Hawkeye started grinning uncontrollably
“Smile any more and your mouth’ll break.” Hawkeye didn’t say a word…smiling was contagious “I take it from what little you’re saying, you’re happy?” “BJ it’s the greatest, best feeling in the world.” Hawkeye burst out with enthusiasm. The 4077th regulars were used to his outbreaks, so thought nothing of it. He continued, “2 nights ago we were fighting, then apologising, then hugging, then kissing then.”
“Okay alright I get it…spare me the details of…that part.”
“Then the next morning I woke up and felt like shouting it out to the world!” BJ let him continue…it’s not everyday your best friend finds love…wait…love? “She’s really great Beej…and I do mean that in every way,” Hawkeye chuckled to himself. “So is this the real deal? I mean is it love?”
Hawkeye’s face suddenly dropped…love? “I honestly don’t know. Every time I’ve got into the situation of declaring love she leaves. I want this to last…I want to be 110% percent sure that this will last as long as possible. You know?”
BJ nodded in reply, “At the moment…if I were to ask you if you did…what would be your reply?” “Of course I do.” “Then stick with that.” Hawkeye began grinning again…he couldn’t stop thinking about her. “Hawk?” “Yeah?” “I’m really happy for you…even though you two decided to share.” “Thanks Beej.”
Margaret came back with an annoyed look on her face…probably not the best time to spring the news that BJ heard/saw them…at ease. “Problem?” “Idiot Sergeant…the boxes were exactly where I told him they would be.” “I thought you said it was medical?” “The nurses have enough to deal with, they don’t need to be helping incompetent Supply Masters find boxes.” Both men remained silent…stopping Hotlips from raging was a VERY unwise thing to do…things were usually thrown if not yelled.
“So I hear congratulations are in order.” ‘SHIT BJ!’ Hawkeye did not want another fight to start. “For what?” Margaret knew they had been talking…she just didn’t want to give away what he may not know. “You two…” “You told him?” Margaret said in a calm tone, which concerned Hawkeye.
That one tone was unreadable with Margaret Houlihan…you could never tell if she was about to kiss you or explode in a fit of anger. Hawkeye decided to go about this truthfully,
“No.” Well almost. BJ could see Hawkeye was sinking, and decided to risk his own life and pull him out, “Let’s just say I found out vocally.” Margaret looked at him puzzled…then after a few moments it registered and she went bright red.
“You…he…oh God.” Hawkeye and BJ cracked up laughing.
“You’re too cute.” “I’m glad you think this is funny…” “Oh I don’t…not one bit” BJ replies and cracked up again. “You know…what the one memory I’ll take away from here will be?” “I don’t think I wanna know this…” “The look on your face just a minute ago…I’m sorry I didn’t have a camera!”
Margaret really didn’t see it as being that funny. Although…it was amusing. She gave in and cracked a smile.
When the laughter had died down, BJ spoke up again. “I see you’re over the moon too.” “To say the least.” The pair looked at each other and smiled. “So do we hear shouting from the rooftops yet?” “Huh?” “I told BJ here I wanted to proclaim it to all!” “Let’s wait til this lil’ crisis is over.” “Crisis?” “You…in command.”
“Yeah, where is Radar? Thought he’d be hounding me to sign forms to get more forms to sign more forms…” “Whilst you two were…away…I ordered a sleep in til 9. As assistant to the assistant to the commanding officer I thought I’d try it out.”
As if on cue, Radar came running in, arms full of paper with a slightly worried look on his face. “Sir…there’s the daily reports to fill out, sign, send off, requests for everything and then some, casualty records, tests, reports, requests.” “You said that already” BJ declared. “Well there’s double the amount.”
“Well it looks like I’ll be away for a few days…If I’m not back in 3 days…send out a search party of one…preferably a blonde, about 5’6” with gorgeous legs…” “Consider it done!” “See ya later Margaret,” he gave her a kiss on the side of her head, and ignoring the bewildered stares from everyone, heads towards the office.
“Hawk’s really something isn’t he?” “He sure is.” Margaret replies with a smile.
2 days pass and Hawkeye isn’t seen outside of the big white building. Between operating, signing a forest load of paper and Post Op duty…there was no alone time for him and Margaret…something desperately needed in a new relationship.
Margaret was getting frustrated too. She missed him and hated being by-herself, and most of all she was afraid of a Donald repeat…absence makes the heart grow fonder…and hands wander…just another of her insecurities. Something needed to be done and Margaret knew just what to do.
Hawkeye had just finished signing the 1000th piece of paper that day, with the threat to Radar that if he disturbed him once more without anything bleeding, dieing or on fire, then he would burn his ‘medical collection’. Radar got the message and left. Hawkeye headed out towards the Swamp, happy that for the first time in 2 days he would be able to see Margaret. But first a shower. Collecting all the necessities, he walked into the shower tent and turned the water on. Margaret soon followed.
She knocked on the door “Captain Pierce is there…” “All alone Margaret.” With a sly grin, she walked into the tent. Upon seeing her, Hawkeye smiled back. “You’re alive!” “Thought I needed a quick shower…but now you’re here…I may need a longer one.” “Uh huh” “Uh huh” he repeated as she stripped down and climbed in with him. “I missed you” “Not as much as I missed you.” The two hungrily and passionately kissed, expelling all the bottled emotion and lust for one another.
Hawkeye lifted Margaret up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Keeping below the waist contact to a minimal for the moment, they began to explore each other with their tongues, both equally missing their time alone and wanting each other so badly. Just the perfect time for a little interruption.
Radar spilt coffee on the daily report and had just retyped it. Needing it signed he went to find Hawkeye. To say the least, he found him.
Hawkeye had Margaret backed into a stall…when Radar comes in.
"Sir I…Ah!" "RADAR!" “SHIT!”
Margaret ducks down to cover herself. Both bright red with embarrassment.
"Oh I didn't see ANYTHING HONEST SIRS!" Radar was scared of what would happen…but Hawkeye and Major Houlihan?! "Was it important Radar?" Hawkeye wanted him to go. Radar had his hands covering his eyes "Ah no no sir…it can wait,” and he quickly leaves.
“WONDERFUL!” Margaret exclaims wrapping her robe around her. “Now the whole fucking camp will find out and boom there goes any chance of damn privacy.” “Margaret…you knew they were going to find out. One way or another.” “I’m just sick of this whole damn war!” Margaret broke down crying.
Hawkeye knew what was wrong and held her tightly to him. She was helping out with surgery and lost a kid who couldn’t be more than sixteen. Being alone and seeing Radar and everything brought back the guilt. She couldn’t understand how they could do it. Doctors…losing patients and not fall to tears every time.
After a few minutes she stopped crying and looked up at him, “I’m tired Hawk.” “Let’s go to bed.” The pair head over to Margaret’s tent, fully knowing that by morning everyone would have heard about ‘the shower incident’. Hawkeye wraps his arms around her as she falls asleep. He soon follows and they have a peaceful night.
Morning broke and as Margaret woke up, she realised Hawkeye wasn’t there. A pang of sadness hit her as she lay there. She was annoyed at herself. How could one man have this much power over her…he was only a few yards away. Deciding that 7o’clock was too late, she got up, had a shower before the hot water was gone, was changed and headed for the mess tent.
Colonel Potter was arriving back that day at 1600 hours and Margaret wanted a stress-free day for his return. To cope with that and her loneliness, she set about filling out reports, clearing up the supply shed and finally cleaning up the mess in her tent, which had been bugging her for days. She made a memo to herself to request a new closet and repair the cot…she smiled at the memory of their first night. People had been giving her looks all day ‘Yep…the whole damn camp’ she concluded…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all? By 1500 hours she had finished everything and went off to find Hawkeye.
"What are you doing?" Margaret walked into Colonel Potter's office. Hawkeye was still in charge awaiting the Colonel to return from Seoul.
"Apparently, signing some forms. According to Radar." "Oh." She sighed. "What's wrong?" He walked toward her and put his arms around her, she didn't look happy…maybe she was still upset from the night before?
"I just haven't seen you properly for days," she pouted "What with all the wounded we've had and all the work you've been doing." "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I feel like I haven't seen you either. And we definitely haven't done anything exciting." Hawkeye gave her one of his trademark smiles. "Great. All I want is some time with you and all you can think about is sex AGAIN." "No, no, that's not all I think about."
"Yeah, whatever." Margaret turned to walk out.
Hawkeye grabbed her by the arm and hugged him to her closely. He kissed her on the side of the neck; he knew it was her weak spot. "I've missed you too Margaret, my body aches to have you next to me." He continued to kiss her neck and her ear, while she moaned.
"Hawk, ah, I need you so bad. I crave you." He was pushing her back towards the desk in the Colonel's office; their hands were roaming all over each other. "Hawkeye, no not here, someone will come in."
"Mmm…they're all at lunch or in post-op. Sssh just be quiet." "Ah" She sat back on the desk and he walked into her as she wrapped her legs around him.
Thank goodness she was wearing a skirt. She arched her back as he ground into her, biting on her neck, she swiped some folders off the desk and onto the floor without realising it.
She wasn't protesting at all, just moaning with delight, so Hawkeye took it as a good sign.
"Mmm I like when the Colonel leaves me in charge." He kissed her on the lips. "Oh yeah, um. Ah. Hawk." She was enjoying this too much to make coherent sentences.
He reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down, making sure to brush her lightly as he did. He knew what her reaction would be and laughed when she jumped slightly and pushed against him.
He started to unbuckle his pants, but it was difficult while also trying to hold Margaret up. Thankfully, she pushed his hands away and undid his fly for him.
"Mmm…someone's ready Captain Pierce." "You have NO idea Major Baby."
He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him as far as he could, it was an awkward position, but still quite enjoyable. She pulled him further on top and he decided to just push her right back and climb on top of the desk with him.
"Hawkeye, this is a bad idea." She had a worried look on her face. "Don't worry, trust me, this time it wont take long. I've got too much built up."
She growled and pulled him down on top of her, he had her skirt hitched up as far as it would go. He entered her swiftly and immediately began to pump. She groaned and tried to hold onto him as tight as she good. She didn't exactly want to end up on the floor.
He was pumping into her fast, thankfully this was a strong desk. He wasn't even going to think about what Potter would think.
"Margaret, uhh, hang on baby." He growled into her ear, she was holding him tight and if it wasn't for his shirt, she'd have drawn blood already.
"Hawk!" she exclaimed. She started to sit up and push him off of her. "Whoa, wait I'm not finished. Margaret? What are you doing." She pushed him out of her and was getting up off the desk. "Fuck, Hawk, where are my underpants? Shit. Didn't you hear the jeep?"
He scrambled to get off the desk and do his fly up, while helping her to pick files off of the floor. She was smoothing her hair down as Hawk sat behind the desk, trying desperately to think of anything else but what they'd just been doing.
Both of them could hear Colonel Potter and Radar in the outer office talking about something or other. Margaret had just straightened the last file as Potter walked in.
"Ah, Pierce, Margaret. Enjoy being in charge while I was away?" "Sure Colonel. But I did more work than Margaret." He looked over at her sitting in the chair and winked. She didn't return even a slight smile. "Colonel, welcome back." She smiled standing up. "Pierce, see you in post-op later." With that, she walked out; knowing he’d find out sooner or later and hoping he didn’t suspect what they’d just done.
"Son, does she look pale to you?" "Um, probably too much hard work Sir, you know how much Margaret pushes…herself." Hawkeye got up from the desk; he thought it was safe enough now. "Ok, well seems like you did a good job while I was gone. Oh." Potter reached down to pick up something from the floor. "Must have knocked these off my desk Pierce." "Oh yeah. Well, um, see you later Colonel. I have something to finish off."
As Hawkeye walked out, Colonel Potter could have sworn the Captain was blushing. He sat down and began to look over the reports from his time away.
Hawkeye ran over to Margaret’s tent…he knew she’d be waiting there. He ran straight to her as they latched onto one another, finishing what Hawkeye stated he would. As she kissed him, she stripped him of his shirt as he walked her back to her desk and in one fell swoop; she pushed everything off, bottles and items crashing to the ground
“That was close,” Hawkeye breathed. “Shut up and finish me,” Margaret whispered.
Hawkeye climbed on top of her as she unbuckled and removed his pants and boxers. Ripping her shirt and skirt off as she squealed in delight. Unhooking her bra and sliding her panties down, he entered her and began pumping fast, in and out of her. They were lying at an interesting position; different from anything else they’d tried, yet very enjoyable and erotic. Hawkeye felt himself ready to release and Margaret was the same. He began to pump, faster and faster, Margaret trying to match him with her thrusts, he captured her mouth with his – she couldn’t control her voice when with him. Margaret screamed into his mouth as she came, Hawkeye following soon after, which ended with multiple orgasms. Hawkeye collapsed on top of her.
After a few moments, he pulled her to the cot, guessing that her desk wasn’t as strong as the Colonel’s.
“Thank God” Margaret breathed with a sigh of relief. “Me too…I thought I was going to die.” “Heh, you’re not the only one honey.” “We really should go…” “Mmmmm…” Margaret moaned as she drifted off to sleep. “A nap wouldn’t hurt.” Hawkeye soon followed.
At dinnertime the pair were still sleeping. Potter and BJ were talking in the mess tent, along with most of the camp. The main topic of conversation was Hawkeye and Margaret and the shower.
“I still don’t believe it” “…could Radar be wrong?” “It’s about time” “You owe me 20 bucks!”
“I take it you’ve heard the news Colonel?” “Bit of gossip here and there…not much to go on.” BJ spoke up to the tent,
“Who here knows or is talking about the recent event between 2 of our officers and a certain shower?” Everyone’s hand in the tent went up. “See” And they resumed conversation.
“I don’t believe it…Pierce and Houlihan?” “Heard it from the source myself.” “Poor Radar…walking in on them? But why the showers?” “Hawkeye’s been stuck in that office for days…Margaret lost a patient.” “So I read.” “It was the only time they could find together. You gotta admit…there is something funny about it.” Potter chuckled at his statement.
“Sure is…oh Lord…Radar wasn’t the only one to walk in or nearly walk in on them!” BJ let out a surprised laugh “You sure?” “Sure as we’re American…those two were going at it…ON MY DESK!” BJ burst out laughing. “Don’t know if I should get it disinfected or what!” “How could you tell?” “Margaret was pale and Pierce was blushing. Not to mention the few things that were on the ground and the fact both looked rather ragged.”
Both men again bust out laughing… “If those two don’t beat all!”
At that point Hawkeye and Margaret walk in, both looking very content and relaxed. The whole tent stopped and watched them walk in.
“What? It’s not like you’ve never seen two people walk into a tent before?” Hawkeye said with a wicked smile on his face. “But two people with their arms around each other’s waist now that’s something.” “Especially with you two people!” A few call out.
“What can I say?” “We’re a couple!” The two proclaim and the tent roars with shouts of congratulations, cheers and numerous requests to kiss. “What the hell!” Hawkeye says as he dips Margaret and gives the public what they wanted. Sounds of laughter and cheer again fill the tent, among a few tears from the nurses…Hawkeye had finally found his match in the Major…or had he?
“I would like to say a few things before any more celebrating. Keep it in private, quiet, and not on my desk!” The couple turned bright red as Margaret buried her face in Hawkeye’s chest. The entire tent and those around burst out laughing.
“You know what they say Colonel…” starts Margaret “Sharing is Caring” answers Hawkeye. BJ finishes “Just not too much sharing!”
