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Re: A Tragedy Brings a Christmas Miracle and A Magical Surprise (2025)

Trapper spotted her the second he stepped into the mess tent.
He knew that smile.
It was the one she put on for everyone else.
He grabbed his tray, loaded it with more food than any one man needed, and made his way over like nothing in the world was wrong. He slid into the seat across from her, nudging her boot gently with his under the table.
"Well now," he said lightly, setting his tray down. "If I'd known I was meeting the most beautiful nurse in Korea for breakfast, I would've shaved twice."
Kellye huffed the tiniest laugh, but he saw it — the way her fingers were barely touching her eggs. The untouched toast. The coffee doing most of the work.
Trapper leaned back casually, but his eyes stayed soft.
"You're picking at that like it personally offended you," he teased gently. "Did the powdered eggs say something rude?"
She rolled her eyes faintly, but didn't argue.
That was his first clue.
He reached across the table, not dramatically — just steady — and took her hand. Warm. Real. Anchoring.
"Hey," he said quietly now, the humor easing away. "You don't have to pretend with me."
Her eyes flickered up to his.
"I'm not pretending," she started automatically.
"Kel," he murmured.
That did it.
Her shoulders dropped just a fraction.
He squeezed her fingers. "It's Christmas. Johnson's been gone a few months. That doesn't magically make it hurt less."
Her jaw tightened at the name, and he felt it in the way her hand trembled just slightly in his.
"I should be happy," she whispered. "I love Christmas. I always have. I just... I can't feel it this year. And everyone keeps talking about decorating and trees and—"
"And trees are apparently my department," he said gently, offering a small grin.
She almost smiled.
He leaned forward a little. "You know what Christmas is actually about?"
She sniffed softly. "Presents?"
"Wrong. That's capitalism. Try again."
That got a real huff from her.
"It's about not being alone," he said more quietly. "It's about finding something warm in the middle of something cold."
His thumb brushed over her knuckles.
"You loved Johnson. Losing him hurts. That doesn't mean you're broken. It means you have a heart."
Her eyes filled, but she didn't look away.
"I don't want to drag you down," she admitted. "You deserve someone who's... happier."
He blinked at that — then shook his head.
"Kellye Nakahara, if you think I signed up for you because you're bubbly, you're seriously underestimating me."
She stared at him.
"I signed up for you because you're you. The whole thing. The joy. The stubborn streak. The nurse who fights like hell for her patients. And yes — even the parts that hurt."
He reached over and lifted her untouched toast, breaking it in half and handing one piece back to her.
"Now here's the deal," he said lightly again, but firm. "We're going to take Christmas one small step at a time. Today? You eat half that toast. I'll handle the tree. I'll even decorate it if I have to."
She arched a brow. "You don't know how to decorate."
"Details."
A tiny, real smile appeared.
"And when you're ready," he continued gently, "we'll make the tent feel like ours. Not because people are pushing you. But because we get to build something new."
Her fingers tightened around his.
"And until then," he added softly, "you lean on me. That's kind of the perk of moving in together."
A tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it.
He stood without making a show of it and moved to sit beside her instead, sliding an arm around her shoulders.
"Hey," he murmured against her temple. "You don't have to be in the Christmas spirit. Just be here. With me."
She nodded slowly.
After a moment, she took a bite of the toast.
Trapper smiled to himself.
One small step.
And later — he was absolutely stealing the ugliest tree he could find.
Because if she wasn't ready to feel Christmas, he'd make sure she at least felt loved.

Re: A Korean Love Story

Trapper didn't answer her with words.

He answered her with the way his eyes darkened.

He held her gaze for a long moment, their fingers still laced together above her head, his thumb brushing slow circles against the inside of her wrist. His breathing had gone heavier — not rushed, not wild — but deep. Intentional. Like he was memorizing her just as much as she was memorizing him.

"You want me to take my time?" he murmured, voice low and rough at the edges.

His mouth trailed from her ear down along the curve of her jaw, pausing just long enough to let his lips hover there before brushing them over her skin again. Slow. Deliberate. His free hand slid from her shoulder down her side, fingertips mapping her as if she were something precious and breakable.

He wasn't rushing.

He was savoring.

Kellye's soft sounds only seemed to fuel him, and when she squeezed his hand again, he shifted his weight just enough so she could feel exactly how much she affected him. Not forceful. Not overpowering. Just present. Heat meeting heat.

"Kellye..." he breathed against her throat, his lips barely touching her skin now, teasing instead of claiming. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His mouth returned to her neck, slower this time, less urgent and more reverent. He kissed down the column of her throat, then back up again, as if he couldn't decide which direction he liked better. His hand slipped from hers only long enough to cup her face gently, thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"You don't get to tell me to go crazy," he said softly, a hint of a smile in his voice. "I'm already there."

He leaned in and kissed her again — deeper this time, but still controlled. His hand slid back down her side, resting at her waist, fingers pressing lightly as if grounding himself. There was fire between them, yes — but there was something steadier underneath it too.

Care.

He pulled back just enough to look at her again, searching her expression, making sure every inch of this was exactly what she wanted.

"You still with me?" he asked quietly, voice warm and sure.

And the way he looked at her — like she was the only thing in the world — made it clear he wasn't going anywhere until she was absolutely certain.

Re: A Korean Love Story

Trapper let out a low, rough breath when she said his name like that—soft, trusting, already giving herself over to him. His hands slowed, not because the desire wasn't there, but because he wanted her to feel every second of it.

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice warm and husky against her skin as he hovered over her. His forehead rested against hers for a moment, noses brushing, the intimacy of it somehow more intense than anything else. "I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."

His thumb traced lazy, possessive lines along her side as he kissed her again—deep, unhurried, the kind of kiss that promised everything without needing to rush to it. He smiled faintly against her lips, that familiar Trapper grin softened by something real and tender.

"You have any idea what you do to me?" he whispered, his mouth drifting to her jaw, then her neck, lingering there as if he wanted to memorize the feel of her. "Because I swear, Kellye... you drive me absolutely crazy."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, really look at her, his eyes dark with want but steady with affection. One hand slid down to lace their fingers together, pinning her gently to the mattress.

"And just so we're clear," he added quietly, a promise wrapped in heat, "I'm going to take my time. I want you feeling this tomorrow. I want you remembering exactly how much you're wanted."

With that, he kissed her again—slow, claiming, unspoken words pouring into the space between them as the world outside the room simply... disappeared.

Re: A Korean Love Story

John's breath left his lungs in a low, quiet growl the moment the words "I want you to do everything to me" left Kellye's mouth. His hand, still inside her pants, tightened just enough for her to feel exactly what that did to him.

He pulled back only far enough to look at her—his eyes dark, pupils wide, lips slightly parted like he was already tasting her.

"Kellye..." he murmured, voice low and rough, "you have no idea what you're asking for."

But his hand kept moving, slow circles over her panties, deliberate, teasing, keeping her right on the edge of losing herself.

When she told him she wanted his lips all over her, his jaw clenched, and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, I'll put my mouth everywhere you want it," he whispered back, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. "And I'm going to take my time doing it."

He kissed down her neck—slow, open-mouthed kisses that grew wetter, hotter—his free hand sliding under her shirt, pushing it up until her breasts spilled into the open again. He bent down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he groaned against her skin.

Then she felt it: the way his hips pressed hard against her thigh, how thick and desperate he had gotten for her.

When she told him she wanted to be undressed, touched everywhere, tasted until he couldn't resist her—Trapper let out a laugh that sounded more like a man at the end of his restraint.

He pulled her hard against him, their mouths crashing together again before he whispered against her lips:

"Sweetheart, the second I get you naked, you're not going to last five minutes."

His fingers slipped under her panties now, no barrier left, sliding through her heat—slow first, then deeper, deliberate strokes that made his breath hitch with every reaction she gave him.

"You're already soaked," he growled softly. "You really want me to lay you down... spread you open..."
His fingers curled inside her, just once, just enough to make her gasp.
"...and taste every inch of you until you're shaking for me?"

He started guiding her backward, toward the bed—kissing her, biting lightly at her bottom lip, his hands already tugging her clothes down, hungry, focused, ready to ruin her exactly the way she asked for.

"Good," he whispered, voice dark and full of promise.
"Because I'm going to do every single thing you just begged for... and then some."

Re: A Korean Love Story

John's breath hitched the second her hand slid into his shorts, and his fingers wrapped around her wrist—not to stop her, but to slow her, to make her feel just how hard she was driving him just by touching him.

His voice dropped, low and gravel-rough, the way it only ever got with her.

"Jesus, Kellye..." he exhaled, eyes locked on her as she hovered over him. "You're gonna kill me before the enemy ever gets a shot."

He pushed up suddenly, not enough to flip her, just enough to get his mouth on her chest—kissing, sucking, biting just enough to drag a gasp out of her as his hands slid up her spine. His lips brushed the soft underside of her breast before he looked up at her again, pupils blown wide.

"You think you make me feel like a man?" he growled softly. "Sweetheart, you have no damn idea what you do to me."

One hand slid to her hip, guiding her forward, pulling her down against the bulge straining in his shorts as he kissed a hot line along her stomach.

"You crawling on top of me like that..." he muttered against her skin, "stripping slow, showing me all of you... that's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life."

His thumb brushed across her nipple, slow, teasing, making her arch.

"And you saying you'll give me anything I want?" He smirked, wicked and hungry. "Careful, baby. I'm a man who takes his time."

His hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties with the same slow pressure she'd given him.

"See?" he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. "I take care of you first."

He kissed her hard then—deep and claiming—before pulling back just enough to murmur:

"Now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you... or I'm gonna take my time figuring it out myself.

Re: A Korean Love Story

Trapper's smile deepened, that familiar glint sparking in his eyes as Kellye leaned in close. When her lips touched his, he let out a soft breath against her mouth — half surprise, half surrender — and kissed her back with that slow, deliberate tenderness that came so naturally to him. When she finally pulled back, he kept one hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips as if memorizing the feel of her.

"Kellye," he murmured, voice roughened by affection and something deeper. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He chuckled softly, the warmth in his tone unmistakable. "You make me feel like a man who's got a second chance — not just at love, but at life."

He leaned in just enough for his forehead to rest against hers. "And you didn't just nail the perfect date night. You nailed the perfect woman for me," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "You could take me anywhere — hell, even into a warzone — and as long as your hand's in mine, I'd follow without thinking twice."

Then, a teasing smile tugged at his lips. "But since you're promising all that love and temptation, I'm thinking dinner can wait a while... don't you?" His fingers slid gently down her arm, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Because right now, I'd rather taste that promise again."

Re: A Korean Love Story

Trapper chuckled low in his throat, his grin spreading slow and wide as he listened to her, his fingers tightening warmly around hers. "You've really gone and thought this through, haven't you, Nurse Kellye?" he teased softly, that familiar glint of affection in his eyes. "A romantic dinner, wine, starlight, surprises..." He shook his head, his voice dropping to a more tender murmur. "You're gonna spoil an old warhorse like me."

He leaned closer, brushing his thumb across her knuckles before pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. "And for the record," he said with a half-smile, "you've just described my perfect night. As long as you're there, I don't care what's on the menu."

After a beat, he tilted his head, eyes gleaming with playfulness again. "But if you're asking, I'm partial to anything that doesn't come out of a can. Maybe a good steak, mashed potatoes—something that actually reminds a guy he's human."

He paused, gaze softening. "You remembering that day... means more than you know, Kellye. I wasn't sure I deserved a second chance at something real out here. Guess you proved me wrong." He smiled again, that easy, heartfelt kind that made the MAS*H tents feel a little less gray. "Now, about that passionate kiss at the end—pretty sure we don't have to wait for the anniversary to rehearse that part."

Re: A Korean Love Story

Trapper lowered the book from his face, eyebrows lifting when he saw Kellye. A slow grin spread across his lips.

"Sure, doll," he said, swinging his legs off the cot and patting the spot next to him. His eyes flicked over her smile, checking her mood before he teased, "You're not about to tell me you're running off with Hawkeye, are you?"

When she shook her head, he chuckled and leaned back on his hands. "Alright then, shoot. What's on your mind?"

As she explained she wanted to talk about something, his expression softened. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving her his full attention. "You've got me curious now. You're smiling like you just pulled one over on Radar."

When she mentioned their upcoming anniversary, his face lit up even more, boyish and warm. "Our anniversary? You remembered." He shook his head with a laugh, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "Hell, Kellye, you're better at this relationship thing than I am."

He gave her a sheepish little smile. "I didn't make any plans with the boys, promise. Whatever you've got in mind—count me in."