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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: M*A*S*H "Body and Seoul" (FF)
Date: Wed,  1 Aug 2001 21:10:03 -0400
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These characters aren -(TM)t mine; I just took them out for a little spin.
Comments welcome. Drop me a line at TrekkerJT@aol.com.

M*A*S*H
"Body and Seoul"
by JT Langdon

Lieutenant Sheila Anderson liked working the night shift in
Post-Op. Even though she had plenty of work to keep her
occupied, it gave her a chance to relax a little. Things were usually
quieter at night, at least as quiet as things ever got at the 4077th. It
was never completely peaceful. She'd learned that from day one.
The camp had just gotten over a serious flu epidemic which had
almost everyone down for the count for several days, from the
doctors and nurses to the enlisted personnel. There hadn't been an
empty bed anywhere in the hospital! It sure had been an interesting
way to meet everyone, especially, for her, Major Margaret
Houlihan. 
       
Sheila had been impressed with the head nurse from the start, but
watching her under such difficult conditions elevated Major
Houlihan to idol status in her eyes. She had been terrific. As
ranking officer, Major Houlihan had all but taken over command of
the 4077th. Though she had agreed to a working partnership with
Captain Pierce, the major had been running the show, overseeing
administration, taking care of all the little details that go into
making a hospital function. Sheila didn't know how Major Houlihan
managed. It was no simple task running a M*A*S*H unit. It had all
the problems of a regular army unit and a hospital all rolled into one
big headache.
    
But somehow Major Margaret Houlihan took it all in stride, not
only assuming the responsibilities of commanding officer and head
nurse . . . but with Captain Pierce the only doctor well enough to
operate, the major had also been thrust into the role of surgeon
when the wounded started pouring in.
       
Sheila just shook her head. She'd worked in one of the finest
hospitals back in the States, had assisted some of the best doctors in
the world. But seldom had she been witness to the caliber of work
she'd seen when she had been assisting Major Houlihan in the OR.
The major was as good as or even better than any other doctor
she'd worked with in the past, both in and out of the Army. Since
Captain Pierce had been the only surgeon on his feet when she'd
arrived, Sheila couldn't be absolutely sure how the major would
stack up against the doctors of the 4077th. But she was willing to
bet Major Houlihan could match their work stitch for stitch.
       
Of course, Sheila also knew she was a tad biased in favor of the
head nurse. She didn't know the exact moment her attraction to
Major Houlihan had started, but it had grown stronger with each
day she'd worked at the 4077th. That was another reason she liked
working the night shift. She didn't have to see Major Houlihan and
be reminded of what she could never have . . . didn't have to worry
that she would let something slip that would reveal her feelings . . .
didn't have to worry about facing rejection. It was that last one that
scared her most of all.
       
An explosion outside rocked Sheila back to reality. It was winter in
Korea and the subzero temperatures had a way of setting off mines
in the minefield across from the camp. She smiled and shook her
head. Just one more thing she had to get used to if she wanted to
work in a M*A*S*H unit.
       
Sheila glanced at the clock. It was just after 1:00 am. She'd made
rounds and gone over the supply requisitions like Major Houlihan
had asked her to. Since the few patients in Post-Op were asleep and
doing just fine, and since Major Burns was on duty, she could slip
away to the mess tent for a cup of coffee. 

Slipping into her army-issue parka, Sheila headed outside. She
crossed the compound, braving the cold for the promise of mess
tent coffee when she noticed the light on in Major Houlihan's tent.
It stopped her in her tracks. What was the major doing up this late?
She wondered for a moment if Major Houlihan might not have
company but quickly dismissed the thought.  From what she'd heard
in the short time she'd been there, Major Houlihan and Major Burns
were quite an item . . . and he was back in Post-Op. So a late-night
visitor seemed unlikely. 

Now her curiosity was piqued. Even though it probably wasn't the
wisest course of action, on impulse Sheila strolled over to Major
Houlihan's tent and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a terse voice called from inside.

Sheila swallowed hard. This was a bad idea. She must have been
out of her mind! But it was too late now. What could she do? Run?
Major Houlihan would think someone was playing a practical joke
and Sheila knew if anyone happened to see her running from the
major's tent it would get back to her and she would be in serious
hot water.

"It's Lieutenant Anderson," Sheila said. 

There was a brief pause and then Major Houlihan said, "Come in."

Sheila hesitated for just a moment then went inside.  The first thing
she noticed was how much warmer it was in there, with credit
going to the stove in the middle of the tent. Then she noticed the
decor, the little civilian touches that gave that lent the tent a
different kind of warmth.  And then Sheila saw Major Houlihan and
felt another kind of warmth. 

The major was sitting on her cot, reading, in a red kimono over
pink and white pajamas. Sheila had seen pajamas just like them in a
little shop on the Ginsa in Tokyo and thought about getting them
for herself. But she wouldn't have looked half as good in them as
Major Houlihan did.  The major had long, blond hair and full lips . .
. hot lips, if camp scuttlebutt was to be taken seriously. The cut of
the pajamas showed off a nice figure with curves in all the right
places. Sheila stared at Major Houlihan a little bit longer than she
probably should have but the major didn't seem to mind. 

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

Sheila frowned. "Major?"

"How may I help you?" Major Houlihan enunciated each word.

"Oh, " Sheila replied, blushing. She needed to make up something .
. . and fast. "I, uh, was on my way to the mess tent for some coffee
when I noticed your light on. I . . . um . . . thought I'd see if you
wanted anything."

Major Houlihan nodded. "That was very thoughtful, Lieutenant.
But I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep."

"Well," Sheila said, already turning to leave. "Then I guess I'll be
heading back to Post-Op."

"Wait."

Sheila turned around. "Yes, Major?"

"Please, stay a minute. I'd like the company."

"All right," Sheila said. She shrugged out of her parka and sat down
at the foot of the cot.  It was probably a mistake being so close to
Major Houlihan. She could already smell the other woman's
perfume, something exotic she probably picked up in Tokyo as
well.

"I haven't had a chance to tell you how impressed I am with your
work," Major Houlihan said. "It's been exemplary."

"Thank you, Major."

Major Houlihan nodded. "I expect good things from you,
Lieutenant."

"I'll try not to let you down."

"I'm sure you won't," Major Houlihan said. "And if there's anything
you need, or if you have a problem, my door is always open. Well,
knock first."

Sheila laughed. "I appreciate that, Major. Thank you."

"I mean it, " Major Houlihan said. "Some of the people in this camp
can be impossible, though I won't mention any names . . . though if
I did, Pierce and McIntyre are two names that spring to mind."

Sheila couldn't help but laugh. She had seen firsthand how
impossible those two could be, especially Captain Pierce. He was a
gifted surgeon, no question about that, but he was also a little too
full of himself. From her very first day at the 4077th Pierce had
been flirting with her, plying her with his particular brand of charm.
She had taken it with humor, firing right back, keeping him at bay
as best she could. So far it had worked.

"They aren't as bad as that, are they?" Sheila asked.

"Those two are the filthiest, most undisciplined and unmilitary pair
of juvenile delinquents I have ever met. And Pierce is the worst of
all. If you want my advice, Lieutenant, stay away from him."

Sheila smiled. "Not to worry, Major. He's really not my type."

"Well good," Major Houlihan said. "If you need something to get
you through these long winter nights then have a hot toddy."

"That sounds like a good idea," Sheila said.

Major Houlihan smiled. "Yes, it does, doesn't it? Maybe it will help
me sleep."

Sheila watched Major Houlihan get out of bed. She couldn't keep
her eyes off the other woman's slender figure, so fit and athletic yet
voluptuous. Her insides growled with a hunger that hadn't been
satisfied in a long time . . . a hunger that grew when the major bent
over to get something out of her footlocker. Sheila gazed with
longing at Major Houlihan's backside, so round and perfect. She
probably should have gone right to the mess tent.

The major pulled a bottle of Scotch out of her footlocker. "I got
this in Tokyo.  It's very smooth."

"Oh I'm sure it is," Sheila murmured, still admiring the major's rear
end. She continued to watch, entranced, as Major Houlihan put a
coffee pot on the stove to warm then poured them each a glass of
Scotch. The woman was so beautiful!

It didn't take long for the water to warm up on the stove. Major
Houlihan added a little to each glass then returned to bed, handing
Sheila a drink as she sat down. 

"There you are," Major Houlihan said.

Sheila took the glass in both hands and smiled. "Thank you, Major."

"Cheers."

The two women drank in silence, letting the hot toddy warm them
from the inside. Sheila could feel its effects spreading through her
and relaxed a little, still keep her gaze focused on Major Houlihan.
She had never met such an enticing, provocative and strong woman
in her life. 

"Can I tell you something, Major?" Sheila asked. 

"Yes, of course. My nurses can tell me anything."

Sheila sipped a little more of her drink, seeking both comfort and
courage. "It really is an honor to serve with you. In a very short
time I've come to respect you a great deal."

"Well," Major Houlihan said, her cheeks coloring slightly. "I don't
know what to say, Lieutenant. I'm flattered."

"You've made my time here not just tolerable, but a pleasure,"
Sheila said, emphasizing that last word. She looked over at Major
Houlihan. "I hope we can get to know each other a little better."

The two of them stared at each other for the longest time without
saying anything. Sheila knew the best thing she could do for both
their sakes was get up and leave before things got out of control.
But she wanted to lose control . . . wanted to lose herself in
Margaret Houlihan and never come back. So she took a chance,
resting her hand on the other woman's thigh.  Since the major didn't
shrink back in horror Sheila took it one step further, leaning closer .
. . closer . . . closer still . . . until she could feel the other woman's
breath on her face . . . and then, at last, their lips met. The kiss
started out slow, tentative, but gained momentum with each passing
second until they were practically devouring each other. Their
tongues met in an explosion of desire and Sheila groaned with an
urgent need for her new lover.

Setting their glasses aside, Sheila gently eased Major Houlihan back
on the cot without breaking the kiss. She cupped the other woman's
breast in her hand, squeezing and kneading and caressing the soft
round of flesh. Her efforts were met with soft gasps of pleasure as
the kiss deepened further still. Impatient hands moved up and down
her back, encouraging her, demanding more . . . demanding so
much more. Sheila was more than willing to oblige. She teased
Major Houlihan's nipple with her thumb, stroking it through the
pajama top until she could feel the little nub harden under her
touch. Oh, how she wanted to have it in her mouth! She pushed the
major's pajama top up just far enough to get at those glorious
breasts then bent down and sucked a rock-hard nipple between her
lips. Major Houlihan moaned and arched off the cot, raking fingers
through her hair, removing the pins that kept it in place.

"Yes," Major Houlihan whispered, breathless. "Oh . . . yes."

Sheila moved from one breast to the other, suckling each one in
turn, flicking her tongue over each hardened nipple. She took great
delight in the soft, delicate whimpers her touch elicited . . . wanting
more than anything to please her new lover, a goal she seemed to
be achieving. The major fidgeted on the small army cot, restless and
impatient, making her pleasure clear . . . and her impatience even
clearer. 

Keeping her mouth at Major Houlihan's breast, Sheila slipped her
hand down the front of the major's pajama bottoms and caressed
the damp flesh she discovered there. Her lover moaned and arched
against her, so desperate, wanting it so much. But Sheila teased the
major a little longer, vigorously rubbing the slick netherlips without
dipping inside. Major Houlihan bounced anxiously on the cot, hips
bucking to a rhythm so manic Sheila could not deprive the woman a
moment longer. She thrust two fingers deep into Major Houlihan's
cunt, dragging a deep, satisfied moan from her lover. The major
clawed at her back, wild with need, rising to meet her as Sheila
pumped her fingers deeper and deeper into that hot, wet flesh. She
could feel the major's pussy clenching around her, drawing her in
further as climax approached. But Sheila would not be rushed. Oh,
no. She wanted . . . needed . . . to get her mouth on Major
Margaret Houlihan, to have the taste of this amazing woman on her
lips. 

Sheila slid to the floor, kneeing in front of the cot. She pulled off
the major's pajama bottoms and tossed them aside, maneuvering
between Major Houlihan's spread legs to get at the sweet dish at
their center. The scent of the major's arousal made her nostrils flare
with desire and the hunger within her blossomed. Sheila planted her
face in Major Houlihan's cunt, licking and sucking the tender flesh
with reckless abandon. She explored the major with her tongue,
lapping up the sweet nectar that flowed over her lips. The major
squealed in pure delight, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and holding
her in place as she dined on that exquisite pussy. Sheila tormented
her lover, bringing the major to the brink of climax time after time
without granting release. Sheila kept at it until certain the major
couldn't endure another second of her torture then focused all of
her attention on the button of flesh that was Major Houlihan's clit.
She sucked the little pebble between her lips, circling it with her
tongue while she did. The major cried out and thrust against her
mouth, heaving off the cot in the throes of orgasm. Sheila refused
to budge, sucking and licking until the major sank back against the
cot with an exhausted sigh. 

Sheila crawled back into bed with Major Houlihan. The major
welcomed her with a deep, searing kiss, running determined hands
over her shoulders and down her back, then cupping the rounds of
her buttocks and squeezing them. Sheila moaned into the kiss, on
fire with need. She whimpered and humped the major's thigh like a
bitch in heat, desperate for even the tiniest bit of relief from the
nagging itch between her legs. But Major Houlihan was more
generous than that. Sheila growled with anticipation as the major
worked a hand inside her trousers, but that growl became a
gut-wrenching moan when Major Houlihan pushed the crotch of
her khaki panties aside and slid two fingers into her. The major
never stopped kissing her, though, not for a moment, feasting on
her lips while thrusting into her cunt at a furious pace. Sheila could
feel her climax building, a spark inside her gut that took hold,
caught fire, and burned out of control until she exploded in a burst
of ecstasy.

The two of them cuddled on the small cot for a while afterward,
kissing and fondling each other, neither wanting to disturb the
pleasant glow that had settled over them. Sheila nibbled on the
major's earlobe, her hand wandering aimlessly. She could have
stayed like that forever, but also knew she couldn't.

"I need to get back to Post-Op," Sheila whispered.

Major Houlihan touched her cheek. "I know."

Stealing one last kiss, Sheila very reluctantly got out of bed. She
pinned her disheveled hair back in place and smoothed her
crumpled uniform, turning as she slipped into her parka. "Good
night, Major."

"You get off duty at 0900, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Major," Sheila said.

"Report back here immediately after your shift," Major Houlihan
said, a grin surfacing on her face. "I have some . . . uh, medical
reports I want to go over with you."

"Is that an order, Major?"

"You'd better believe it," Major Houlihan said. "Dismissed."

Sheila snapped off a salute, turned on her heels and left. She
couldn't keep the smile from her face. And she couldn't wait for
0900 to arrive. 

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