MASH. Hawkeye/BJ. Valentines Day In Maine
TITLE: Sounds promising
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: MASH
PAIRING: Hawkeye/BJ
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Valentines Day In Maine
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 504
SUMMARY: "Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
The door slam reberated throughout the house, long after BJ had shaken his head and retreated down the stairs.
“She has a point y’know.”
BJ sat down with a huff, studiously avoiding looking his partner in the eye; “she’s fifteen, and more to the point he’s fifteen. God, she’s even wearing that perfume her mom sent her, for special occasions ...”
“Ah, Beej, this is special. Don’t you remember being that age?”
“Which is exactly my point!”
Hawkeye looked for all the world like his was plotting something. As if he’d had a vital plan that had just been thwarted. BJ was about to ask about it; but was interrupted when Erin came stomping back into the kitchen, pulled a tub of ice cream from the ice box, and sighed dramatically.
“I hope you’re happy Dad, now that Valentines is ruined for everyone.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” but before BJ could get an answer the door to the den slammed, and the Ed Sullivan show theme tune started up.
He turned to Hawkeye, who for the last sixteen years had made sense of most things life threw at them when he found himself floundering.
“I gotta level with you, Erin’s date was kinda a ruse,” Hawkeye began.
“A ruse?”
“While I don’t doubt they probably will see each other at some point, this being an international day of romance and all, I … well I’d slipped her twenty bucks to go to the movies.”
“So now you’re encouraging my underage daughter to go all around town with a boy. Well that’s just great, you just wait til Peg hears about this. She is going to …”
“Calm down already. Erin’s a smart sensible girl, not that I know where she gets it from.” There was a twinkle in Hawkeye’s eye. “And this is Crabapple Cove; no teenager can go anywhere on a date without being in sight of parents, law enforcement officials and nuns. Believe me, it’s suitably non-fun. Which leads me back to my point; while she’s out in safe hands, the young at heart can finally have a little fun.” Hawkeye stood up, offering his hand with a flourish. “If you would like to step into the dining room, there is a dinner reservation for two, in the name of Hunnicut.”
It wasn’t the most elaborate dinner setting he’d ever seen; the red carnations were wonky in the glass tumblers, and the food was no doubt winging it’s way over in the van of the Delucci’s ‘high class pizza and seafood resturant’. But it was about the most romantic thing BJ had ever seen.
“Hey, where are you going?” Hawkeye chases him down the hall.
BJ closes the gap between them, kisses him fimly on the mouth, and plucks his car keys from the dresser drawer.
He puts his head around the door of the den, senses still reeling from Hawkeye’s touch and cologne;
“Erin, honey, get your shoes and coat,” he says. “If we’re quick you’ll still make that showing.”
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: MASH
PAIRING: Hawkeye/BJ
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Valentines Day In Maine
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 504
SUMMARY: "Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
The door slam reberated throughout the house, long after BJ had shaken his head and retreated down the stairs.
“She has a point y’know.”
BJ sat down with a huff, studiously avoiding looking his partner in the eye; “she’s fifteen, and more to the point he’s fifteen. God, she’s even wearing that perfume her mom sent her, for special occasions ...”
“Ah, Beej, this is special. Don’t you remember being that age?”
“Which is exactly my point!”
Hawkeye looked for all the world like his was plotting something. As if he’d had a vital plan that had just been thwarted. BJ was about to ask about it; but was interrupted when Erin came stomping back into the kitchen, pulled a tub of ice cream from the ice box, and sighed dramatically.
“I hope you’re happy Dad, now that Valentines is ruined for everyone.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” but before BJ could get an answer the door to the den slammed, and the Ed Sullivan show theme tune started up.
He turned to Hawkeye, who for the last sixteen years had made sense of most things life threw at them when he found himself floundering.
“I gotta level with you, Erin’s date was kinda a ruse,” Hawkeye began.
“A ruse?”
“While I don’t doubt they probably will see each other at some point, this being an international day of romance and all, I … well I’d slipped her twenty bucks to go to the movies.”
“So now you’re encouraging my underage daughter to go all around town with a boy. Well that’s just great, you just wait til Peg hears about this. She is going to …”
“Calm down already. Erin’s a smart sensible girl, not that I know where she gets it from.” There was a twinkle in Hawkeye’s eye. “And this is Crabapple Cove; no teenager can go anywhere on a date without being in sight of parents, law enforcement officials and nuns. Believe me, it’s suitably non-fun. Which leads me back to my point; while she’s out in safe hands, the young at heart can finally have a little fun.” Hawkeye stood up, offering his hand with a flourish. “If you would like to step into the dining room, there is a dinner reservation for two, in the name of Hunnicut.”
It wasn’t the most elaborate dinner setting he’d ever seen; the red carnations were wonky in the glass tumblers, and the food was no doubt winging it’s way over in the van of the Delucci’s ‘high class pizza and seafood resturant’. But it was about the most romantic thing BJ had ever seen.
“Hey, where are you going?” Hawkeye chases him down the hall.
BJ closes the gap between them, kisses him fimly on the mouth, and plucks his car keys from the dresser drawer.
He puts his head around the door of the den, senses still reeling from Hawkeye’s touch and cologne;
“Erin, honey, get your shoes and coat,” he says. “If we’re quick you’ll still make that showing.”