HOW PIERCE GETS RID OF THE STRESS
She was humming while preparing the breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning. She hadn't heard any sound, but unexpectedly she could feel two strong arms finding their way on her waist. Then a kiss on the neck followed.
"Morning, sunshine."
"Hi, honey." she turned to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
" Awww. That's kind of a too poor morning kiss, don't you think?" he grinned and leaned for another kiss.
"Why would you deserve a better one?" she smiled lovingly.
"From many reasons, you know. The first one - I'm the most handsome man in the room."
"Ben, you're the only one here." she pointed out.
"Outch! My ego is bleeding." he told her as he pulled himself closer to her. "The second reason - I can kiss better than anyone in this room." another peck for Margaret. "And the third reason - the thiiiing that's going to be after the kiss can nobody do better than me." he said self-assuredly and then kissed her as she was giggling. This time he pretty much deepened the kiss.
After a while she had decided to warn him: "Ben, wait. Anyone might come in here at any minute."
"You're way too stressed, Margaret. You should get rid of the stress. And I know the best way how..." he didn't finish the sentence, because evidently kissing his wife was by far a better activity. This time was Margaret leaned against the kitchen units. Hawkeye's hands were resting on a table behind her.
"Hawkeye, stop. I'm serious. I hear footste-" he found the best way how to mute her. And as it seemed, she also enjoyed it, because her hands were soon in his hair so she could pull him closer.
"OH, GOD! Guys, you're disgusting. You're too old and too... parents to do such a thing." they were disturbed by Mike. They pulled apart with Margaret giving his husband the look "I TOLD YOU SO" and Hawkeye responding with a huge grin: "As I told you, you're going to get rid of the stress tonight."
Margaret couldn't help it and a shy giggle left her mouth.