A/N: Hello, my dears! One important note is that this obviously does not occur like the original storyline since Maggie hardly knows Will when she returns to Collinwood and vise-versa. Also, Quentin's not suffering from a 'heart attack', so yeah...it's just mindless lovemaking, tee-hee. ENJOY! ;0)

It was the desire that brought her back home---the desire to see Quentin and to be held within his arms once more. Staying at her sister's was proving to be far too much, and now that Maggie realized that she needed a man in her life, her pride had finally crumbled and given way beneath her own innermost cravings. She knew that she needed him and yet, in a way, she really didn't mind all that much.

So now, as she exited the Taxi that had driven her to the Collins' estate, Maggie adjusted the purse that adorned her arm and glanced up in adoration at the large house which she had come to call her own. "It's just as beautiful as I remember it to be", she thought, an absent-minded smile now forming along her rosy lips as she shut the Taxi door and began to trudge across the dewy grass. "I wonder if Quentin will be happy to see me...perhaps he'll-"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Collins."

Maggie froze, now high on the alert as she spun around in order to meet with her caller. "Oh! Mr. Loomis!", she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest. "Y-you frightened me!"

Will grinned. "Well I sure didn't mean to, Maggie. I didn't think ya'd be comin' back any time soon."

"I almost wasn't", she admitted, "yet I felt somehow drawn to come back here."

"Understandable...it's a nice place ya got here", Will acknowledged, absently running his hand along his arm as he continued to stand there surveying the land. "I came by to pay my respects and to tell Ms. Alexis about the new book I'm writing. She told me to tell her if I ever tried my 'ol hand at a romance."

"Oh?", Maggie questioned, suddenly quite intrigued. "I wasn't aware that you were into that sort of thing."

Will nodded, a pleasant smirk now adorning his lips. "Yeah, that's what everyone's been tellin' me...kinda ingratiating, I guess, but still very true. If you'd like, you can swing by my place right quick and have a look."

"Oh...well I'd be delighted!", Maggie agreed, seeming to immediately forget about her desires for reuniting with Quentin. "Do you mind if I drag my luggage along with me?"

As if in answer, Will gallantly retrieved the two bags from her unsuspecting grasp, a large grin now upon his face as he assured her warmly, "The pleasure would be all mine if you--luggage included--would join me this afternoon. I haven't had worthy company stop by in ages."

Maggie felt her cheeks grow hot. "Well I'd hardly consider myself worthy..."

"Nonsense", Will immediately cut in. "If you follow me, I'll take you back to the Old House."

Feeling giddy as a schoolgirl, Maggie eagerly took advantage of being so blatantly pampered, her mind now not on Quentin, but the dark mystery of the man whom was taking her so anxiously into his home.

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"It's so lovely here", Maggie murmured, now quite full of an unconfined reverence for the Old House as she gingerly stepped over the threshold. "Is your wife home?"

Will smirked. "No, thank the Lord. She's out in town shopping."

"Oh?" Maggie appeared to be rather surprised. "Don't you two get along? That is...if you don't mind my asking..."

Chuckling to himself, Will set her bags down by the foyer, then shrugged. "Let's just say that she's not the female lead in my new novel. My fantasies for that wench have long died out."

"Oh."

Feeling rather embarrassed for being so nosy, Maggie bit her lip and clasped her hands before her. "Um...Mr. Loomis..."

"Please, call me Will."

"Will", she corrected, "might I be able to read some of the novel, now?"

Nodding, the sandy-haired young man entered the living room with a self-satisfied smirk upon his face, calling over his shoulder, "It's over here, on my desk. C'mere and I'll readja a chapter or two."

Doing as she was told, Maggie sat herself down upon the chair adjacent to her host, crossing her legs in a proper fashion as she awaited his foreseen narration.

Moistening his fingers in preparation to turn the page, Will then flipped to the first chapter and cleared his throat. "Megan knew why she was there", he began, "she sensed it ever since she had moved in with her new husband. The handsome young man next door was like a breath of fresh air to the depraved woman, her addled mind always wandering over toward him while her husband would lie about and mope over his dead wife, Angelica. Although Megan didn't approve of this, she knew that her husband would most certainly not approve of her ridiculous crush on William Lawrence." Pausing, Will raised his gaze in order to meet with Maggie's, a pleased smirk crossing his lips once he realized that she was shaking. "Shall I continue?"

The dark-haired beauty slowly nodded. "Yes...please."

Raising the manuscript back up to his line of vision, Will resumed anxiously, "Having all that she could take of her husband's ridiculous night terrors and bizarre family, Megan fled to the comfort of William one crisp Autumn morning. His wife, Carol was in town shopping, so she knew that it was the perfect opportunity to make a move..." Will paused, suddenly bored with his own writing. "It gets a little bland", he remarked rather apologetically, "so, if you don't mind, I'd like to skip to the more interesting parts."

Maggie swallowed, then nodded. "Um...s-sure."

Will grinned. "Great." Flipping a couple pages in advance, he began once more, "Moaning loudly at the top of her lungs, Megan dug her nails into William's back as her fleshy walls caressed his throbbing manhood, her moans now soft and breathy as she felt him quicken his tempo and grind into her harder and faster.

"Lifting his dark-haired beauty up into his arms for leverage against his vigorous pumping, William bit at her fluttering pulse and grinned as her pain quickly transformed into that of pleasure, her fingers caressing his firm backside as he joined her lips with his in a demanding kiss. Megan's need to get blissful release rapidly increased once she felt him climax within her being like that of a dam exploding.

"Tilting her head back against the wall, Megan let out a gratified moan, which was soon muffled by William's lips as he gave her-"

"Stop."

Thoroughly surprised by this command, Will immediately looked up from his novel, only to find Maggie to be utterly breathless and extremely rosy-cheeked.

"Maggie", he squeaked, "are you...are you alright?"

She slowly arose from her perch, her labored breathing rushing past her slightly parted lips as she suddenly seized Will by the lapels of his jacket and pressed her hips snugly against his own. "Can you make love as well as you write it, Will Loomis?", she questioned breathlessly into his ear, causing him to harden on impulse. "Well?", she pressed, carefully encircling her hand about his manhood. "Can you?"

Gritting his teeth, Will pressed his face into the crook of her neck, then moaned deeply. "I-I'll see what I can do."

Maggie smirked in triumph. "Good."

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His enflamed member rubbed against her swollen entrance, the dark-haired beauty's womanhood kissing his tip before granting him access to the wet haven within. Her eyes were veiled with lust, her pale flesh dripping with the sweat that the two had accumulated over the course of their love-making.

"Will...", Maggie whispered, closing her eyes as she felt him inch his manhood little by little into her quaking tunnel, "be gentle with me..."

And so he was, yet in a much more sensual way than ever imagined.

"Oh, God...", Maggie moaned, nipping at his ear as he dotted several hot, passionate kisses down along her silken neck, his tongue briefly plunging within the concave areas of her collar bone as she wove her fingers deep within his hair and breathlessly arched up against him.

Leaning her head back against the soft pillow beneath them, Maggie allowed Will's name to softly escape her lips as he began to caress her with his surprisingly deft fingers, his mouth searing a trail of passion down in-between her breasts and to her navel as inch by inch of her lovely flesh became claimed by his ardent lips and tongue.

Moaning, Maggie closed her eyes as he rolled his thumbs over her tingling nipples and pulled them to his mouth, his tongue and teeth invading the large, incredibly soft mounds as she arched against him and screamed his name, her ecstasy mounting with each and every new touch and caress.

Will was different, she realized...she had never felt so alive...so complete.

Sliding her tongue along his lips with the hopes of gaining access, Maggie became delighted once her lover opened his mouth in acceptance, all of her fervent passion for the man before her going into that single kiss as she grasped at the sides of his face and moaned deeply.

The forbidden wetness between her legs had long ago divulged upon her junction, yet the dark-haired seductress was far too proud to allow her partner to know this; at least, at such a precious moment that showed who was truly in charge.

As if sensing this, Will suddenly withdrew himself, his eyes dark and luminescent with an almost uncontrollable lust as he leaned forward and inhaled her scent with an intoxicated look upon his features, her body quivering within his strong embrace as he lowered his head and wrapped his tongue about her sensitive nub in one full-fledged moment of desire.

With a soft gasp, Maggie squeezed her eyes tightly closed and gripped at the sheets, her hips arching painfully off of the mattress as Will fought against her instincts to move and held her in place, his tongue plunging deep within her velvety canal and tasting the inner aphrodisiac that had been beckoning to him long before this very moment.

Wrapping her legs about his neck, Maggie couldn't help but let out a muffled scream as she convulsed about his tongue, her first orgasm briefly sweeping her away before Will lifted her up within the sanction of his arms and pressed his mouth passionately against her own. Her own juices were upon his lips, giving their kiss an almost forbidden taste to the sweet ecstasy that had yet to fully unfurl.

Finally removing himself of his bothersome shirt, Will stood proudly before her, feeling tremendous satisfaction in the fact that Maggie appeared to be terribly awed by his physique.

Reaching out a trembling hand, the vixen felt her insides quiver upon touching his smooth, muscular torso, Will closing his eyes once he felt Maggie wrap her pouty lips about his nipple and suckle softly, her moans jolting him to ecstasy as she forcefully maneuvered him beneath her and straddled his waist.

Rolling her hips along his fully-enflamed manhood, the vixen wove her fingers throughout her soft mass of hair and threw her head back in utter delectation, her soft and breathy pants only picking up in tempo once Will began to mimic her motions with his own hips.

Taking him by the hands, Maggie guided his appendages up toward her breasts and forcefully made him cup, squeeze and tweak her soft mounds, her tongue wrapping teasingly about one of his fingers before seductively sucking it into her awaiting mouth and moaning about it for added feeling.

Feeling as if he couldn't take it anymore, Will let out an animalistic growl and flipped Maggie over so that she was now the submissive one, her doe brown eyes quite surprised and full of excitement once she realized that things might actually start to get interesting now that her lover clearly wanted to be in charge.

When all he did was stare, however, the vixen grew rather irritable, urging in a harsh, yet urgent whisper, "Make love to me, Will! Don't force me to wait any longer...please!"

With one savage thrust, Maggie felt herself being impaled to the hilt by her heavily-breathing counterpart, stars falling into his line of vision as he began to vigorously pump in and out of her being with all that he had, their passion rapidly escalating as both fought to be the last to come.

Wrapping her arms tightly about Will's neck, Maggie gave him a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue invading her awaiting mouth as his thrusts began to grow more savage and more brutal; he couldn't help it...she brought the true man out of him.

Screaming, Maggie bit down upon her lower lip, her slick canal contracting about Will's member in several spasmodic pulses as he released an impassioned cry of his own, both lovers wilting down into one another's arms before moaning deeply.

"Wow," Maggie whispered, gazing into her counterpart's eyes with a dreamy, yet serene smile upon her face. "You really can make love as good as you write it. Just promise me that you won't tell my husband."

Will smirked. "Well only if you promise not to tell my wife."

Bestowing him with a quick kiss as if to seal the deal, Maggie interlocked her hand within his own and rested her forehead against his lips. If she had known that she was destined to become 'Megan', she would have done it sooner.

A/N: As stated before, this doesn't proceed according to the storyline, so please don't call me out on this fact! If you liked it, please review! If you didn't, please leave a NICE little bit of constructive criticism! Thanks! ;0)