hawkeye + will [tr]

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[After this]Helen had every intention of doing the majority of her clinic shift and for a while, at least, she was relatively good on that account. She sorted paperwork, read up on medical journals she'd never had the chance to read when she was at home and was generally a good employee in spite of Hawkeye's presence. Still, she could only manage

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[anger_sideways]

Hawkeye had never seen Helen at work before, and as such was rather impressed by her efficiency. She rather reminded him of Margaret in that way (and thankfully, in that way only) - a consummate professional, impervious to his barrage of jokes and come-ons until she felt like responding.

He'd amused himself alternately updating the supply records and juggling cotton balls. When Helen turned to him, he literally dropped everything. He was half tempted just to tear off his shirt and run at her, but that wasn't quite his style.

"Well," he said, stroking his chin. "I brought some cards, if you fancy a few hands of rummy or whist. I could fashion a rudimentary guitar out of a rubber band and a tissue box and we could have a singalong. Or..." He laid himself out along the counter, head propped on one arm, grinning to hide his discomfort at the taps poking into the small of his back. "There's always sex."

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"Sex?" Helen asked, cheeks tinged slightly pink. "In such a public place? You ought to be ashamed, Hawkeye. Still, as ideas go, it's not a half bad one."

No meant yes and all of that but mostly Helen wanted to tease him a little and deflect off her own hangups about sex in pseudo-public places.

[anger_sideways]

"Public? Please, nobody comes to the clinics. Everybody on this island is disgustingly healthy." He shifted and slid off the counter, the taps having started to become a serious annoyance. Instead, he leant back nonchalantly, giving Helen a come-hither look. "It's not as if I suggested running out and doing it on the beach - not recommended, by the way. And doubly not recommended on the Maine coast, unless you think seeing if you can come before you die of hypothermia is a fun game."

Okay, he was talking too much. He pushed off from the counter and stalked towards Helen, stopping barely an inch away from her, but deliberately not touching her, drawing out the last moment of anticipation.

"But we're in the tropics and there's walls and a roof to cover us, so..." He grinned. "What have we got to lose?"

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Helen contemplated it for a moment, running the various scenarios in her head and calculating the odds of an island emergency or someone needing to find her specifically and imagined that it'd be quite low. Nobody would need her but Will, and he'd be busy with his own job at the moment.

"Fine," she said, barely smiling. "But we make it quick so that if we get interrupted it won't take us long to get presentable."