Disclaimer: I do not own The Proposal or the characters.

Main pairing: Andrew and Margaret Paxton.

Storyline: Read it to find out...

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Ok, so it's been just a couple of weeks since Margaret and I had got married for real. We were really enjoying being together, apart from one thing that kept getting in the way of our relationship... We haven't had sex yet! Yes I know what you're thinking. A married couple haven't had sex yet? Rather unusual to say the least. But Margaret wasn't quite ready for that yet, and I had to respect it really, that's what husbands do. I'm not going to force her, just because I feel a little sex deprived.

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I ran head first for her, just before she went in the toilets "Hey Margaret glad I caught you. Jordan and his wife have invited us out to a club with them tonight. Do you want to go?"

"Oh Andrew it's a nice gesture, but none of them out there really like them, they never have."

"That's not true. Now. Look sweetie it was really nice of Jordan to invite us out, we should go. And besides he's seen the softer side of you now, just like I did."

"You really know how to make a girl feel special don't you?" She leaned forward into me and placed a smouldering kiss to my lips, I didn't want her to pull away but she did.

"Well you know me." I just stood there and gave the cheekiest grin to her. "So I've gotta get back to work, but remember be ready by 6:30 ok?"

"Ok." With that I turned around and left, I could tell she was watching me leave, nice view of my tush I thought.

"Hey dude. So did she say yes or what?"

"She said yes Jordan, so we'll see you at the club at 7 ok?"

"Yeah great dude, I'll catch you later."

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I placed my fingers in my mouth and created a whistle, when a cab pulled up in front of me, I told him to head straight for Central Park West, where my wife would STILL be getting ready. I couldn't wait for Friday as I would be officially moving in with Margaret, a proper couple, apart from the whole sex thing. Oh god I'm at it again, thinking about wanting sex with Margaret. I need to stop, it will happen, when it happens.

As the cab driver hauled to a stop, I climbed out and wandered straight to the grand lobby of my wife's home. I was greeted by a doorman, stood tall and proud in his uniform. I just glazed a smile toward him, and headed for the elevator up to the 3rd floor.

I pulled out my key to her apartment and opened the door. "Hey sweetie it's me. Are you ready?"

"Hey. Yeh just give me a sec." I casually sat down on the sofa, in the perfectly decorated apartment of my Margaret Paxton. Yes. How brilliant it felt to say that. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up from behind me.

"Well what do you think Mr Paxton?" She stood before me in a pair of long, dark skinny jeans, killer heels and a low cut black top. My god she was gorgeous!

"You look... wow... you look stunning." I leant over the sofa and kissed her. Her lips were gentle and teasing mine- like perfection.

"Well good. You don't look so bad yourself." Margaret giggled at me for some reason, it was so adorable. "Now come on, we need to go if we're to get to the club by 7."

"Ok then. You're actually quite excited about tonight aren't you?" As I entwined our hands together, she looked up at me and smiled. We dragged ourselves downstairs and hauled into a cab, and headed straight for the club.

"I am not dancing you know Andrew?"

"Not dance? Come on Margaret, I seem to recall a certain dance in the woods with my grandmother?"

"I was waiting for you to mention that. And it was not in public." Next thing I knew I got a playful slap on my arm.

"Ow." I turned to look at her directly in the eyes. "What was that for?"

"You know full well why you got it." Before I could say anything the cab pulled up outside the club, and the driver yelled at us to get out.

"Come on sweetie." We walked hand in hand to the entrance of the club and there stood Jordan and his wife.

"Hey Drew, Margaret. This is my wife Andrea." After all the greetings were over, we all went inside and straight for the bar.

"Care for a drink anyone?" Margaret was the first to speak obviously!

"Absolutely. Andrea and I will just go find a table." Soon after our girls had disappeared out of sight, Jordan starting speaking.

"So dude? How's it going with you two?"

"Well you know good, as normal as a married couple."

"Any action under the duvet yet?"

What a way to discuss my sex life, loud and clearly in a club on a Friday night. I hesitated before I actually said anything. "No, she's not ready for that yet."

A barman had interrupted our conversation... "Two pints of larger, a white wine spritzer and a vodka and tonic please."

"Anyway, Drew, come on man. You serious?" I gave him the look that confirmed his question right there and then. "It's been like nearly a month since you got married, you share the same bed. How can you have not had sex with her yet?"

"Like I said man, she ain't ready it for yet. She's had a tough time in the past; I can't just force it on her, can I? I'm her husband, I should respect her decision. Besides, she'll tell me when she's ready for it."

"Suppose you're right there."

"With what?"

"With the whole respecting her decision thing."

Within seconds the drinks were ready and we carried our respective partner's drinks to the table, and straddled them over to their awaiting hands. It seemed as though Margaret and Andrea had been busy chatting; it was nice to see my wife integrating and socialising with other people outside of work. I had changed her for the better. But I was still curious of their conversation...

Whilst Jordan and Andrea were locked in a conversation, I took the chance to sweep Margaret out of her comfort zone, and on to the dance floor.

"Mrs Paxton may I have this dance?" I felt slightly drunk at this point, but I didn't care, and honestly neither did Margaret.

"Alright, only because no doubt you'll probably embarrass yourself, and I'll look like the normal one."

The last thing I remember from that point on was that we laughing and dancing like a pair of fools in the middle of the dance floor. Anything onwards is an absolute blur to me.

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I pressed a hand to my forehead, eurgh I had the hangover from hell. What on earth did I do last night? Oh no. I was dancing around with Margaret singing Don't stop believing by Journey. Oh god. I would never live that down now. At that moment I felt a warm arm wrapped over my stomach. I turned over to face her, it was Margaret- wait a minute if I was naked, that means she is too. She is not going to like this, when she wakes up.

Before I had the chance to escape the bed, I felt her arm slip away rather quickly.

"Oh. Oh. Oh." I knew it. Here came her big freak out, about how it wasn't the right time for us.

"Morning Sweetie." I acted out innocently.

"Oh my god... Andrew did we have-"

"Sex?" She nodded, her facial expressions showed nothing but shock. "I think so."

"But... I can't... I can't even remember... when we, you know?" I pushed my fingers through my hair, she would need convincing, and quickly I thought on my feet.

"Margaret I know we're both hung over, and tired. But we can't change what happened, regardless that we can't recall it. I know you felt you weren't ready, but what's done is done. I love you so much. You shouldn't feel bad for having sex with me. I'm your husband..."

There was a complete silence, until Margaret stood up before me.

"I guess you're right. There is no need to panic because I've had sex with you. But it's freaking me out, that neither of us can even remember coming home, never mind getting it on in here."

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I will be putting up more chapters soon, I'm already typing up chapter 6 now. Will put up the next chapter soon, if people like the story so far :)