Kisses
"Pierce!!! Will you stop messing around!"
Hawkeye Pierce paused, his hand halfway towards a box of tongue depressors he had fully been intending to tackle Margaret with. He sighed, and dropped it. She had developed an uncanny knack of knowing when he was about to play a trick, which meant that he could hardly ever get her. Never mind, the camp was full of willing victims. Actually, come to think of it, Charles had received a parcel earlier....
"Pierce, please pay attention! I hate doing this as much as you do, but it has to be done." They were making an inventory of the supply room after a "Bug Out", to ensure they still had everything they needed. "You can get Charles later, as long as I'm in on it!"
2 hours later, Hawkeye was suffering from a severe lack of interest in their task, and found his attention wandering to his co worker. He was entranced by the curl at the bottom of her hair, the length of her eyelashes, and the startling blueness of her eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the images which had sprung up all of a sudden, things that he would definitely never tell Margaret about, for fear of his life. If only she knew, he thought, how kissable her lips are. He cleared his throat, which caught Margaret's attention.
"What now, Pierce?"
If only you knew!!!
"Nothing, sorry. Are we nearly done yet?" he added, slipping easily into whiny-child mode.
"Yep, just one more item ... ok, done."
"Excellent." And with that he sprung on her, grabbing her round the waist and tickling her hard. She tried to retaliate, but he had her in too strong a grip, so she just wriggled around trying to free herself.
At her attempts, Hawkeye decided to test the limits, and yanked up her t-shirt, intending to blow a big wet raspberry on her stomach, but he was suddenly entranced. Margaret noticed this, and stopped moving, waiting to see what Hawkeye would do. She watched as he lowered his face to her stomach, and she braced herself for the raspberry, but instead she felt a light kiss just above her belly button, and then another and another. Hawkeye was now covering her stomach in light, tickly kisses. She let out a laugh, and he looked up at her, grinning his most irresistible grin, before restoring her t-shirt to it's proper place, and picking up the clipboard.
"OK Major, let's file this and get some dinner". And tipping her a wink, he left the tent.
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