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Sharing Beds
by Littlexpinch
All that glitters are his eyes in the dark. I cannot sleep and neither can he. "Hawk," he whispers, "Are you awake?"
"No Trap. I'm sound asleep."
"Good, I didn't want to wake you."
"What do you want?" I ask, sounding as cranky as I felt.
"I dunno, I'm bored."
"Bored?"
"Yes, bored." He makes it sound as though it should be obvious.
I sigh. "Trap, go to sleep. I am to tired to talk to myself."
"Crap!" he swears.
"What now?"
"Something furry just crawled over my leg," he says worriedly.
"I don't care."
"I'm climbing in with you."
I sit up and stare at him. "What? Why?"
"I can't sleep with something in bed with me."
"If you hop in with me I'll be in bed with you."
"Yeah, I can keep track of you. You won't scurry over my leg then hide."
"Yes I would."
He gives a snort of laughter. "Yeah, you probably would. Look, Frank's not here and the only other choice I can see is I stay up and talk to you all night, keeping you awake."
"Fine, as long as you shut up." I have no idea why, but he sneaks over. "Trap, I am awake and Frank is not here, you don't have to sneak."
"Sure I do, I'm still asleep."
"Well that would explain a lot." I wriggle over as he plants himself on the cot. He lies down, pressing against me. I draw a sharp breath, damn he feels good. 'No Hawkeye, he is your best friend, he is a guy. Off limits.' I give myself a small lecture as he moves against me.
"This is nice," he whispers, his breath dancing over my ear. I struggle not to shiver.
"Mmmm, not too bad." His chest is pressed against my back. He drapes an arm lazily over my waist. My heart is racing as I close my eyes in a failing attempt at sleeping. He brushes a gentle kiss on my neck. All of a sudden my eyes are wide open. Did I imagine that? Surely I must have, I mean, Trapper? No, not possible. With great difficulty I manage to roll over and face him. He has a positively evil grin on his face. I raise an eyebrow. "Did you just...?"
He nods, still grinning, "Yup."
I just laugh, "C'mere you." I stretch up and kiss him on the lips. We separate and look at each other. Things pick up speed quickly, hands exploring bodies, kisses getting deeper and more passionate.
After a while we separate, slightly breathless. "You know something Hawkeye?" his voice is gentle and teasing and there is a grin on his face.
"I know nothing, please inform me," I whisper impatiently, desperate to get back to where we were.
"There never was anything in my bed."
END