Anonymous asked:
A kiss to the inner thigh and whatever other kisses you feel like adding- Charles/Hawkeye
remyfire answered:
(WE FINALLY DID IT, EVERYBODY, baby’s first hawkchester.
I rolled one more for you, so you get! A tentative kiss! I couldn’t resist that.
I haven’t written hawkchester until now because Charles intimidates me so much as a character, but I’m steadily gaining confidence in his dialogue. So hopefully more of them soon!)
“Charles, do I ever ask you for anything?”
“Around seven-point-six times a week, on average,” Charles drawls as he turns the page of his medical journal, never once glancing away from the page.
“How’s that even figure out?” Hawk demands from behind him. “You don’t have the numbers. When’s the last time I asked?”
Still, he doesn’t spare Hawkeye so much as a glance. “This morning, you told me to budge over so you and Hunnicutt could share your inane little quibbles about the duty roster.”
“That doesn’t count. That’s barely—I-I would’ve asked anybody for that. That’s not a you-specific thing.”
“Yesterday, you needed to borrow my pen.”
“To write on a chart!” Hawk exclaims, sweeping his arm through the air. “Is it my fault my pen ran out of ink?”
“A true professional,” Charles intones dramatically, “would never be without a spare.”
“Y-You’re so—”
“And, for that matter, a man who swears his devotion to the medical practice must be prepared to tend to his duties.” Charles finally gives one single look over his shoulder, viewing Hawk from the corner of his eye. “Not scheduling his rendezvous during his assigned shift in post-op.”
