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“Beej.”
The whisper sounded like a shout. It was dark in the Swamp, quiet in the camp; the only sounds were some soft footsteps over near post-op, the hum of the generator, and the ragged breathing from Hawkeye and BJ.
BJ found Hawkeye’s mouth again, and for a moment both of them were lost in the kiss.
“I could kiss you forever,” Hawkeye murmured when they separated.
“Yeah,” BJ agreed, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Hawkeye forced it out of his mind. “Again,” he said. Demanded.
“I can do that.”
For now was left unsaid