A/N: 10 minute fic challenge from the MASH-Slash Yahoo! Group (02.22.2009), "movie or movies".
"Ah. Another night well spent with my goddess of the erotic overbite." Hawkeye settled into his cot and stared at the tent above him. The evening's showing of Laura in the mess tent had been more that satisfactory -- the reel had only broken three times.
BJ began to strip, starting with his boots. "It's all about the overbite, is it? Is that what she has that I don't?"
Hawkeye shrugged. "The overbite, the fame and fortune ... breasts."
BJ pulled his ratty pink shirt over his head, leaving him standing bare-chested in the middle of the Swamp. "Well," he said, "you have me there. I might be able to scrounge up a little fame and fortune, but I don't think Klinger can requisition me a pair of breasts like those."
"That's why it would never work out between the two of us," Hawkeye mused as he debated the merits of a martini now against the reality of Post-Op rounds at 6 a.m. the next morning.
BJ slowly pushed the fatigue pants over his hips, down his legs. "Well, all things being equal, you should give me a fair chance -- how about you come over here and I'll show you what I have that Gene Tierney doesn't..."
Hawkeye sat up from the cot with a wicked grin spread across his face. "Oh?"
BJ kicked his pants aside and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. "Oh yes."