This is all I have for now on this one, but who knows, maybe I'll come up with a sequal!
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~Mags~
"Jack! Get in the car!" Maggie called, clapping for her oversized baby boy. He jumped in and settled on the floor of the passenger seat of Maggie's truck, since Logan was sitting ladylike in the actual seat.
"Are you sure you have everything? All your stuff, all Jack and Logan's stuff? The storage unit is all paid for?"
"Yes Michael, I'm sure. I've checked probably about eight times."
"It's just strange that it all fits under that cover."
"It's because I'm good at what I do." Maggie smiled, hugging her twin brother. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Michael hugged her back.
"I think I'll be okay. The house is sold. As soon as the money comes in I'll put half in your account. And in a few days, I'll be out of here myself."
"Alright, stay in touch, and I'll see you at Christmas."
"Of course. I'll talk to you soon." With one last hug, Maggie jumped into the driver's seat of her red Dodge Ram and pulled out of the driveway. Just head east, she thought to herself, the rest will take care of its self.
With the dogs in the car Maggie had to remind herself to stop more often, but she didn't mind. The point of driving out was to take some time to be by herself. There had been people at the house everyday since her mother had died. Cousin, aunts, uncles, neighbors, friends. The list could go on forever. Not only that, they got there early and stayed until late, never giving Maggie or Michael a chance to just be. Maggie knew she should have been grateful, and she was, but she never got a chance to think through everything that was going on in her life.
It was mid-December. Since July, she had been in a number of different places. She had started in New Jersey, went up to Quebec for a few weeks where she had registered with the Native American tribe who's blood ran in her veins. But that was more a spiritual experience than anything else. From there she had made her way across the northern United States until she reached Seattle. There she found an apartment and began looking for the highest paying job she could find. Which happened to be on a crabbing boat. So in October, she let Michael borrow her car and she hopped a plane up to Alaska, where Rick hired her and our story begins.
Maggie stopped and let the dogs out to run, watching them, though knowing she really didn't have to. As she leaned against the truck, Maggie's thoughts began to drift once more. That crabbing boat had changed her life. It gave her a means of survival, a way to pay off loans, and to get as far away from her problems as she could have ever imagined. And it allowed her to meet Blake. In the beginning Maggie had thought of Blake as rude and arrogant. But she quickly discovered how wrong she was. His exterior might have been gruff, but inside he was calm and quiet, and even sensitive. Maggie smiled. If Blake heard that he would deny it to the ends of the earth. Maggie called to the dogs who came running and they hit the road again.
"Hello?" Blake's voice answered the phone. Surprisingly Maggie's breath was swept away at the sound. The feeling was wordless.
"Hey, I have a surprise for you." It was Maggie. Blake heart skipped a beat, it had been almost a week since they last had a chance to actually talk.
"I'm so glad it's you. What's this surprise?"
"Go to the front door." Blake could tell there was a smile playing at her lips. There was a click and he knew Maggie had hung up. Quickly he went to the front of the house, pulling open the door and running out onto his porch. There he was tackled by a medium sized German Shepherd mix and an extra large German Shorthaired Pointer. "Logan! Jack!" He laughed, squatting to pet them both. "Where's the girl?" Logan ran back towards the driveway. Blake stood to find Maggie leaning very sexily against her red Dodge Ram, extended cab. He smiled at the sight of her in hiking boots, jeans and a long sleeve, fitted brown tee-shirt. Without a word, Blake jumped the steps and walked towards Maggie, not stopping until her was close enough to kiss her.
Maggie watched as Blake came at her. He looked more at home here, with the towering trees around him. For that matter, she felt more at
home here. And when he gathered her in his arms and kissed her, with the dogs jumping around them, it made the entire thing complete.
"How was the drive?" Blake asked, taking a look at Maggie's truck.
"It was good. I took my time, and got some quiet time to myself and the dogs." Maggie said, pulling open one of the back doors on the cab and pulling out a bag.
"Do you need anything else out of here?" Blake asked. The cab was packed so that Blake could see what and where everything was.
"Not right now," Maggie smiled. She held up the bag that she had taken out. It was just an old backpack. "Everything I need at this moment is right here." She smiled and threw the bag onto her back and sashayed up towards the house. She turned around after a few steps, walking backwards. "You gonna show me around? I'll be staying here with you, remember?" Blake smiled and walked towards the house with her.
"Are you going to tell me what's in the bag?" Blake asked as he held the door open for her. She smiled.
"Are you going to tell me where the bathroom is?" Blake pointed.
"Up the stairs and to the left."
"Shower stuff." Maggie smiled, going where he had directed. Blake laughed.
"Take your time and relax." He called after her, then headed back outside. There wasn't a lot of stuff, he could have the majority of it unloaded before she got out of the shower.
By the time Maggie got out of the shower, Blake was sitting on the couch, a can of Dr. Pepper in his hands, the dogs at his feet. Maggie watched him for a moment. His eyes were closed, he hadn't seen her yet. He looked comfortable and happy. The dogs were fast asleep.
"You all look happy."
Maggie's voice made him open his eyes. There she stood, leaning against the door jam in a knee-length, white terry cloth bathrobe. Her one hand on her hip, the other dangling at her side. Her short brown hair was dry and hanging shaggily around her head. It hadn't been styled yet, but she looked overwhelmingly sexy. Blake had never seen her legs bare before, but he saw them now. They were long and slim, muscular from years of swimming and running with dogs, and of course, the couple months walking on the ship. Slowly those legs started towards him. He knew that Maggie was making every step worth it for his eyes. When she sat down, it wasn't the typical way she sat on his lap. This time she straddled him, a knee on each side of him, her arms around his neck.
Blake's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open in surprise of Maggie's sudden sexuality. He had always know she was sexy, but this was a side he had never seen from her, and frankly it was turning him on intensely. Her kiss was the softest he had ever felt, just a little more than a brush past. When Blake leaned in to deepen the kiss, Maggie pulled back just slightly, a smile on her face and stayed there until he returned to his original position. But she paid him nicely for his obedience. Maggie pressed into him, sliding her tongue over his lips and raising herself up slightly. Blake wrapped his arms around her, holding Maggie close to him. All he wanted to do was to feel her body against his. He knew her skin would be soft in his hands, but he wanted to experience it. Blake felt Maggie's hands travel down his chest and pull at the edge of his shirt. It was the same as the incident with his shoulder, just this time he didn't stop her.
Maggie stopped kissing him long enough to pull the tee-shirt over Blake's head. She smile playfully.
"This is all I needed, thanks." Maggie went to stand back up, but only got halfway up before Blake grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto the couch.
"I don't think so," he growled seductively into her neck before nibbling on the soft flesh that was there. Maggie giggled, running her hands through Blake's hair and down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her hands.
He reached up and tugged gently on the tie to the bathrobe. It untied easily and Blake slid his hand inside the robe and around Maggie's waist. He pushed himself up a little, looking into Maggie's eyes, looking for a sign of uncertainty. Her normally bright hazel eyes were dark with passion.
Blake watched Maggie traced the edge of her robe with a finger slowly letting the cloth fall to the side and revealing the skin beneath it. Now Blake really sat back. Her body was perfect, in every sense of the word. She had smooth curves from her breasts all the way down her legs. He just wanted to love every inch of that perfect body. Blake leaned back down and kissed her with as much love and tenderness as he could muster, wanting her to know exactly how he felt about her without saying a word.
It had been over five years since Maggie had been in this place, had these kind of feelings towards another person. She wanted so badly to share with him everything that she had inside her. She had no reservations, no questions in her mind. This is what she wanted.
Blake wrapped his arms around Maggie, picking her up and carrying her up to his room. After laying her on the bed, her rope spread wide, he stood back and slid his jeans from his body then climbed onto the bed until he covered her now shaking body.
"You okay?" He whispered. Maggie nodded.
"Just wanting you." She smiled, Blake returning it and leaning down to kiss her once more.
The next morning when Blake awoke, he didn't want to open his eyes. The visual memory from last night that he saw on the inside of his eyelids was better than anything he could see when he was awake, but finally he did open them and was proven wrong. In his arms, still fast asleep was Maggie - her mouth slightly open, her eyes softly closed and her body, like his, naked, covered only with the blankets of Blake's bed.
Gently, Blake kissed her temple, causing Maggie to stir slightly and roll onto her back. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at him with a smile.
"Morning," she whispered.
"Morning," Blake answered kissing her lips. "Are you hungry?"
"Not quite yet," Maggie shook her head, turning to fully face him and cuddle against his chest. "Besides, I'm blissfully happy right here." Blake smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He was happy where ever she happened to be.
"Can I ask you something?" He whispered, his face someplace near her ear.
"Mmm?" She was nearly asleep again.
"Will you stay with me forever?"
"Mmhmm."
"Blake, where are you taking me?" Maggie asked. It was January and they were back in Alaska getting ready for the King Crab season. Maggie thought that they were going to get food and get back to the boat, but when Blake made an unexpected turn, she knew that something was up.
"You'll see, just hang tight, ok?" Blake laughed, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as he steered his truck through the streets of Dutch Harbor. He knew exactly where they were going, and what was going to happen when they got there. "Close your eyes."
"What that a question or a demand?"
"That was a request." Blake laughed, brushing his hand downward over her face. He pulled into a parking space and jumped out of the truck, running around to help Maggie out the passenger side and to steer her into the building that they had stopped in front of.
"Blake, what in the world is going on?" Maggie asked, the second his hands left her shoulders. "Where are you?" She heard someone snicker. "Who's there? Blake?"
"Why don't you stop asking questions and open your eyes?" She heard Blake's voice in front of her. But there was a little shake in that voice. Maggie opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Blake, down on one knee in front of her.
"Oh, my God." Maggie whispered, glancing around. The crew from the Maverick were there with the two dogs, all the other fleet captains were sitting around. They were in the local pub, in front of all their friends.
"Margaret May Webber," Blake started, taking Maggie's left hand. "My Maggie May, I love you more than I could have ever believed. I know I can't give you everything that I think you deserve, but I can give you one thing that no other man ever could. And that is my heart and my pledge to always, always be there when you need me to be." Blake paused a moment. "I'm just a boy, kneeling in front of a girl, asking her to marry him." From his pocket, Blake pulled a ring. It wasn't fancy, just a simple silver band with a single inset diamond.
Maggie was speechless. They hadn't discussed this, they hadn't even casually mentioned the idea of getting married. But here was Blake, kneeling before her with a ring in his hands, asking her to marry him. Suddenly Maggie found her voice, but just barely.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes!"
Blake smiled and slid the ring onto Maggie's finger. It was a perfect fit. Blake stood and gathered Maggie in his arms, kissing her the same way he had kissed her the night they first made love - with as much passion and intensity as he could muster. Everyone in the pub gave up a cheer, applauding and whistling at the couple.
