Gifts for goldsoundz
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"I was thinking you and me flip the script on Trapper." When Margaret stiffens, Hawkeye speaks even softer. "Give him a new reason for his nickname, huh?"
The concept is so perplexing that she struggles to reconcile it. "McIntyre?" Margaret breathes. The one who is always utterly in control, who is perhaps the only person capable of wrangling Pierce when he's at his most manic, who moves his hands through a chest cavity like it's as simple as playing with building blocks?
"Don't tell me you think he wouldn't come in his pants if a woman like you put him to good use."
"But..." She shakes her head like she's trying to clear a fog. "No, that can't be possible, he's, he's a man, Pierce, they don't..."
"Margaret." When she snaps his gaze back to his, she can see the truth radiating from him intensely. "Yeah. Yeah, they fucking do."
The stage is already set. There are less than twenty-four hours before Margaret is due to meet Hawkeye and Trapper for their roughest scene yet. But when Hawkeye gives her an enticing proposition—to pull the rug out from under Trapper's feet and make him the center of it rather than Margaret—it's an offer she can't possibly refuse.
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"I got some Army inappropriate stories too, y'know," Hawk said. Trapper grinned.
"I figured," Trapper said.
"You figured?"
"You're pretty butch yourself, y'know," Trapper said, leaning back in her camp chair. "I dunno who you think you're fooling."
"Nobody," Hawkeye said, heart pounding. "I'm a fool, but I don't wanna fool anybody. I just wanna be who I am."