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White was a good color, but then again so was beige. Bisque was good too, but off white was even better. Maybe it was tan, but wheat wasn't too bad either. No, it was most defiantly white; yeah white was a good color. Fresh white paint was far better than any wallpaper, no matter what the print. Some people liked blues and greens, pinks and yellows, but he'd always liked white. There wasn't anything wrong with being bold or perhaps liking that soft and cozy feel. Anything was better than red, or army green, or that dingy brown, hell he'd take a bright fuchsia before any of those. But for some reason white had always been his favorite. Maybe it was it's creamy look or smooth feel. Maybe it was the bright glow it seemed to draw with out being morbid. Plenty of things were white; things that you'd have to be insane not to enjoy. Things like fluffy clouds, whipped cream, snow, soft pillows, or bed sheets; bed sheets, now there was good one.
Ceilings were usually a pretty good height, not too high and not too low. Sometimes he'd get stuck with one that was too low, causing him to feel a bit claustrophobic, but that didn't happen too often. High ceilings were nice, they had a few of those at home. It was nice to walk into a room and not have to worry that in three breaths you'd run out of air. This one wasn't too bad.
He hated to look at the ceiling in their tent; it was green and dingy, depressing, and just plain horrible to look at. It was most nights, like this one, that he'd spend awake, starring at the ceiling. Although his reasons varied greatly between the festering 'SWAMP' and this, it was another night with out sleep.
Usually he spent the nights in surgery or lying awake in bed. By all rights he should have been asleep by the time his head hit the pillow, but it just didn't work that way. Some nights he was awake because he was worried about a patient, other nights he was awake because he'd had a nightmare, but mostly he was awake because of her.
For years she'd tormented his dreams, his very thoughts. Day by day they'd work side by side and each time it became harder for him. In the beginning he thought it was just curiosity, this attraction that seemed to intrigue him. But over time it had evolved into something much more. Jealousy had begun to take over as time went on and it had continued to grow. He'd never thought she felt the same way, but apparently her urging for him was just as strong.
Tonight he was looking at the ceiling above him. His eyes followed the grove of the wood as his mind wandered aimlessly. He was thinking about past times and how things had changed between then and now.
Beside him she stirred, shifting so she was lying on her stomach. Her leg brushed against his causing him to turn his attention to the sleeping form beside him. Her face was turned away from him, half buried under a pillow. The sheet stopped at her waist, giving him a wonderful view of her bare back. He ran his hand across the soft skin and gently planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Silently he pulled away and sat up. Pulling on his boxers he stood from the bed and walked out of the room.
The sun was just beginning to rise in the east when he walked out onto the balcony. The sky was clear, with not so much as a single cloud. A wave of orange melted into the deep blue as it illuminated the city. Below Hawkeye could see the tiny figures of people walking along the street. A slight breeze blew across him, causing him to close his eyes. He inhaled deeply, letting that wonderful feel wash him over.
It was just the day before yesterday when Col. Potter had called them into his office. They had been sitting in the Mess Tent talking in hushed voices when he beckoned them to follow him. That's when he told them he was sending them to a conference in Tokyo for three days. Something about a briefing that required the chief surgeon and head nurse to attend. For Hawkeye it took every bit of self-restraint not to cry out when he heard the news. He looked over at Margaret who was watching him with the same expression. She gave him a seductive wink as he smiled devilishly.
"I realize how much you hate these things," Potter said as he handed them their passes, "I need you here and they're sending off for some pointless little talk."
"Well I can't really understand why anyone would prefer to go to Tokyo when they could be well here," Hawkeye said under his breath.
"What was that Pierce?" Their C.O. asked picking up his pen.
"Oh uh," he had been caught off guard, "I said at least it's only for three days," he said trying to sound disgruntled.
"True," Potter said standing from his desk, "You'll probably be so preoccupied that the conference will be over before you know it, you'll have a great time."
"That's what I'm hoping for," Hawkeye said smiling. Margaret turned her head to hide the grin that spread across her face.
"Wonderful," Sherman said walking around the desk, "Kinger," he called.
"You bellowed sir?" Klinger asked poking his head through the half open door.
"I need you to make two standard reservations at the Empyreal Hotel in Tokyo," he said gesturing to the couple behind him.
"I'll get on it right away," Klinger said as he saluted and stepped back into his office.
Later that night Hawkeye called the hotel and cancelled the reservations. Instead he reserved the largest suite on the top floor, money being no object of course. Charles wasn't the only one with some spare cash.
The next night when they checked in and he'd only asked for the one room Margaret looked at him surprisingly. He picked up her bag and guided her out to the elevator before she could say anything. In the elevator he tried to keep her preoccupied until they reached their floor. It wasn't until he was unlocking the door that she noticed where they were.
Suddenly the shrill ring of the phone interrupted his thoughts. Quickly he walked back inside and across the living room. Silently he damned the person before he picked up the receiver, he was hoping it didn't wake Margaret.
"Hello?" He answered it on the third ring, trying to keep his voice low.
"Hawk?" It was BJ, what the hell was he thinking calling at five in the morning?
"Beej, do you know what time it is?"
"I know, but I figured you be up anyway," Hawkeye thought for a moment, "You know, getting ready to go?"
Suddenly it clicked, "Oh yeah," they were supposed to be going to conference this morning, fat chance of that happening, "I uh, I just got out of the shower."
"Then that explains why you took so long to pick up."
"Is there something I can help you with?" Hawkeye was beginning to get annoyed, he wanted to get to the point.
"Oh yeah, what I called to ask was if you could remember where we put Charles's Bach record," BJ said urgently, Charles must have been standing right behind him.
"No, I don't," Hawkeye said less than enthused. He really didn't care; he was getting angry. This was stupid.
"You sure, Charles is awfully upset" BJ sounded desperate.
"Sorry, I don't," Hawkeye said with out giving it a moment of thought.
"Alright," he was disappointed. For a moment they both stood there in silence.
"Is there something else?" Any second now he was going to slam the phone down.
"Well more importantly I called about Sergeant Thompson," he quickly forgot about the record. "There's still some bloody drainage and signs of paralysis, I wanted to get you're okay to get him shipped to and EVAC hospital."
"Thompson huh? Fragment in the spinal column? Yeah go ahead, it's probably for the better," Hawkeye was a little disappointed with him self, he had been too distracted at the time.
"Okay, thanks," there was another silence, "You know I tried calling last night around nine, but I got disconnected after the first ring, would you know anything about that?"
Hawkeye thought back to the night before, sure he remembered it. After ordering room service things started to get a little hot and heavy between them. He'd only made it into the bedroom with his pants on. By the time the phone rang they were already too far into it. Between the heavy breathing and low moans he didn't have the coherent thought to pick it up. Instead he managed to roll off her enough to grab the phone cord and rip it from the wall.
"Sure I remember, I picked it up but there was nothing but static," okay so it was a lie.
"Must have been a bad connection then," he was buying it.
"Must have," Hawkeye smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Well, okay I'll let you go," BJ said ending the conversation.
"Right, I'm supposed be down stairs in five minutes," another lie.
"Okay, have fun."
"Bye," he said quickly hanging up the phone.
Instantly he unplugged the phone and tossed the cord aside, they weren't going to have anymore interruptions. Hawkeye stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She was still asleep, thank god. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the clock before reaching for the top sheet.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back onto the bed. Before he knew what had happened she was kissing him, pressing him hard against the mattress.
"Morning," he managed as she slightly pulled away from him.
"Morning," she said as she kissed him again.
"I thought you were asleep," he said between kisses.
"I don't sleep well alone," she told him pulling back.
"I'm sorry, the phone rang," he said pulling her back down. He began to roll her over again.
"Wait just a minute," she said stopping him, "Didn't we just have a conversation about these?"
He looked down; she was gesturing to his boxers. She'd told him that she loved the way he looked in them, but the view without them was even better. They made it one of their rules for the weekend, absolutely no clothes allowed in bed.
"Sorry, it was cold," he said pulling the sheet around them.
"Well if you're cold we can fix that," she said as her hands began to slip beneath the sheet. He lifted his hips as she slipped the waistband across his firm buttocks and down his legs. "Better?"
"Much."
"Now how about warming you up?" She asked slyly as she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, pressing her bare body against his as they began to kiss gently. Hawkeye pulled the sheet around them as darkness enveloped.
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White was a good color, but then again so was beige. Bisque was good too, but off white was even better. Maybe it was tan, but wheat wasn't too bad either. No, it was most defiantly white; yeah white was a good color. Fresh white paint was far better than any wallpaper, no matter what the print. Some people liked blues and greens, pinks and yellows, but he'd always liked white. There wasn't anything wrong with being bold or perhaps liking that soft and cozy feel. Anything was better than red, or army green, or that dingy brown, hell he'd take a bright fuchsia before any of those. But for some reason white had always been his favorite. Maybe it was it's creamy look or smooth feel. Maybe it was the bright glow it seemed to draw with out being morbid. Plenty of things were white; things that you'd have to be insane not to enjoy. Things like fluffy clouds, whipped cream, snow, soft pillows, or bed sheets; bed sheets, now there was good one.
Ceilings were usually a pretty good height, not too high and not too low. Sometimes he'd get stuck with one that was too low, causing him to feel a bit claustrophobic, but that didn't happen too often. High ceilings were nice, they had a few of those at home. It was nice to walk into a room and not have to worry that in three breaths you'd run out of air. This one wasn't too bad.
He hated to look at the ceiling in their tent; it was green and dingy, depressing, and just plain horrible to look at. It was most nights, like this one, that he'd spend awake, starring at the ceiling. Although his reasons varied greatly between the festering 'SWAMP' and this, it was another night with out sleep.
Usually he spent the nights in surgery or lying awake in bed. By all rights he should have been asleep by the time his head hit the pillow, but it just didn't work that way. Some nights he was awake because he was worried about a patient, other nights he was awake because he'd had a nightmare, but mostly he was awake because of her.
For years she'd tormented his dreams, his very thoughts. Day by day they'd work side by side and each time it became harder for him. In the beginning he thought it was just curiosity, this attraction that seemed to intrigue him. But over time it had evolved into something much more. Jealousy had begun to take over as time went on and it had continued to grow. He'd never thought she felt the same way, but apparently her urging for him was just as strong.
Tonight he was looking at the ceiling above him. His eyes followed the grove of the wood as his mind wandered aimlessly. He was thinking about past times and how things had changed between then and now.
Beside him she stirred, shifting so she was lying on her stomach. Her leg brushed against his causing him to turn his attention to the sleeping form beside him. Her face was turned away from him, half buried under a pillow. The sheet stopped at her waist, giving him a wonderful view of her bare back. He ran his hand across the soft skin and gently planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Silently he pulled away and sat up. Pulling on his boxers he stood from the bed and walked out of the room.
The sun was just beginning to rise in the east when he walked out onto the balcony. The sky was clear, with not so much as a single cloud. A wave of orange melted into the deep blue as it illuminated the city. Below Hawkeye could see the tiny figures of people walking along the street. A slight breeze blew across him, causing him to close his eyes. He inhaled deeply, letting that wonderful feel wash him over.
It was just the day before yesterday when Col. Potter had called them into his office. They had been sitting in the Mess Tent talking in hushed voices when he beckoned them to follow him. That's when he told them he was sending them to a conference in Tokyo for three days. Something about a briefing that required the chief surgeon and head nurse to attend. For Hawkeye it took every bit of self-restraint not to cry out when he heard the news. He looked over at Margaret who was watching him with the same expression. She gave him a seductive wink as he smiled devilishly.
"I realize how much you hate these things," Potter said as he handed them their passes, "I need you here and they're sending off for some pointless little talk."
"Well I can't really understand why anyone would prefer to go to Tokyo when they could be well here," Hawkeye said under his breath.
"What was that Pierce?" Their C.O. asked picking up his pen.
"Oh uh," he had been caught off guard, "I said at least it's only for three days," he said trying to sound disgruntled.
"True," Potter said standing from his desk, "You'll probably be so preoccupied that the conference will be over before you know it, you'll have a great time."
"That's what I'm hoping for," Hawkeye said smiling. Margaret turned her head to hide the grin that spread across her face.
"Wonderful," Sherman said walking around the desk, "Kinger," he called.
"You bellowed sir?" Klinger asked poking his head through the half open door.
"I need you to make two standard reservations at the Empyreal Hotel in Tokyo," he said gesturing to the couple behind him.
"I'll get on it right away," Klinger said as he saluted and stepped back into his office.
Later that night Hawkeye called the hotel and cancelled the reservations. Instead he reserved the largest suite on the top floor, money being no object of course. Charles wasn't the only one with some spare cash.
The next night when they checked in and he'd only asked for the one room Margaret looked at him surprisingly. He picked up her bag and guided her out to the elevator before she could say anything. In the elevator he tried to keep her preoccupied until they reached their floor. It wasn't until he was unlocking the door that she noticed where they were.
Suddenly the shrill ring of the phone interrupted his thoughts. Quickly he walked back inside and across the living room. Silently he damned the person before he picked up the receiver, he was hoping it didn't wake Margaret.
"Hello?" He answered it on the third ring, trying to keep his voice low.
"Hawk?" It was BJ, what the hell was he thinking calling at five in the morning?
"Beej, do you know what time it is?"
"I know, but I figured you be up anyway," Hawkeye thought for a moment, "You know, getting ready to go?"
Suddenly it clicked, "Oh yeah," they were supposed to be going to conference this morning, fat chance of that happening, "I uh, I just got out of the shower."
"Then that explains why you took so long to pick up."
"Is there something I can help you with?" Hawkeye was beginning to get annoyed, he wanted to get to the point.
"Oh yeah, what I called to ask was if you could remember where we put Charles's Bach record," BJ said urgently, Charles must have been standing right behind him.
"No, I don't," Hawkeye said less than enthused. He really didn't care; he was getting angry. This was stupid.
"You sure, Charles is awfully upset" BJ sounded desperate.
"Sorry, I don't," Hawkeye said with out giving it a moment of thought.
"Alright," he was disappointed. For a moment they both stood there in silence.
"Is there something else?" Any second now he was going to slam the phone down.
"Well more importantly I called about Sergeant Thompson," he quickly forgot about the record. "There's still some bloody drainage and signs of paralysis, I wanted to get you're okay to get him shipped to and EVAC hospital."
"Thompson huh? Fragment in the spinal column? Yeah go ahead, it's probably for the better," Hawkeye was a little disappointed with him self, he had been too distracted at the time.
"Okay, thanks," there was another silence, "You know I tried calling last night around nine, but I got disconnected after the first ring, would you know anything about that?"
Hawkeye thought back to the night before, sure he remembered it. After ordering room service things started to get a little hot and heavy between them. He'd only made it into the bedroom with his pants on. By the time the phone rang they were already too far into it. Between the heavy breathing and low moans he didn't have the coherent thought to pick it up. Instead he managed to roll off her enough to grab the phone cord and rip it from the wall.
"Sure I remember, I picked it up but there was nothing but static," okay so it was a lie.
"Must have been a bad connection then," he was buying it.
"Must have," Hawkeye smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Well, okay I'll let you go," BJ said ending the conversation.
"Right, I'm supposed be down stairs in five minutes," another lie.
"Okay, have fun."
"Bye," he said quickly hanging up the phone.
Instantly he unplugged the phone and tossed the cord aside, they weren't going to have anymore interruptions. Hawkeye stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She was still asleep, thank god. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the clock before reaching for the top sheet.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back onto the bed. Before he knew what had happened she was kissing him, pressing him hard against the mattress.
"Morning," he managed as she slightly pulled away from him.
"Morning," she said as she kissed him again.
"I thought you were asleep," he said between kisses.
"I don't sleep well alone," she told him pulling back.
"I'm sorry, the phone rang," he said pulling her back down. He began to roll her over again.
"Wait just a minute," she said stopping him, "Didn't we just have a conversation about these?"
He looked down; she was gesturing to his boxers. She'd told him that she loved the way he looked in them, but the view without them was even better. They made it one of their rules for the weekend, absolutely no clothes allowed in bed.
"Sorry, it was cold," he said pulling the sheet around them.
"Well if you're cold we can fix that," she said as her hands began to slip beneath the sheet. He lifted his hips as she slipped the waistband across his firm buttocks and down his legs. "Better?"
"Much."
"Now how about warming you up?" She asked slyly as she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, pressing her bare body against his as they began to kiss gently. Hawkeye pulled the sheet around them as darkness enveloped.