Margaret stood inside the door of Hawkeye's bedroom watching him while he slept. Watching every rise and fall of his chest as each breath entered and escaped. Watching the shifting movements of his eyes while he dreamt. She was wondering what he was dreaming about. She wondered if he had ever watched her sleep, like she had watched him.. several times.. in her mind. Margaret's eyes searched the length of his body. His face, his chest, his arms, his hands, his stomach, his thighs, his feet. She couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again each time her eyes graced his body. What she had in her heart for this man, originated from his soul. He was more than just a man. He was everything she'd ever wanted. His soul had touched hers so many times. His heart spoke to her in so many conversations. His personality was that of an angel. He was perfection. He was her perfection. And being with him, physically, here.. well, it was her heaven on earth. She couldn't stand not being near him any longer. She walked over to the bed and gently slid in beside him. Margaret carefully laid her arm on his chest and she could feel his heart beating. She didn't want to wake him. She just wanted to watch.She wanted to love him with her eyes and make love to him with her thoughts. He is beautiful. He is amazing. Every shape of his body, every movement he made, She studied like it would be the last time she ever saw him. This man lying beside her was her love. She softly kissed his strong structured cheek with her lips, gently, careful not to wake him from his dreams. He smiled in his sleep. Was he awake? Did he feel her kiss? Or was he smiling from his dream? She wasn't sure, and it didn't really matter. She stared at his sweet, sexy smile for what seemed like hours. He finally opened his eyes and looked straight at her. The feeling he gives her when he looks at her like that is undescribable. It's the most wonderful feeling that anyone could ever imagine from just a look. She looked deep into his eyes. They had always felt as though, somehow, they could read each others' thoughts. He touched her lips so gently with the tip of his fingers. His feather light touches drifted down her chin, her neck, her chest, her stomach. He raised up just a little and laid her down on her back. He stared into her eyes almost like he was trying to hypnotize her. It was working. She was his. He gave her soft, gentle kisses on her lips. Her body was aching for him to touch it with every part of his. She wanted to feel him next to her, touching her, inside of her. When he spoke to her, it was almost like a whisper. It was so soft, so sensual, so desirable. He made her want him more with everything he said and everything he did. His hand gently caressed her body. Moving from her face, to her breasts, to her hips. Every touch leaving trails of chills behind it. Margaret wanted Hawkeye. He knew she wanted him. He was about to give her what she wanted. He started giving her long, slow, soft kisses on her lips. He kissed every inch of her body with his sexy mouth. He slowly pulled her clothes from her body and wrapped his arms around her. Margaret couldn't find any words to say to him. She just wanted to feel him. He didn't need to hear any words. He didn't have to say anything. His soul, his heart, his mind, his body was doing all the talking. He was about to take her to places she had only dreamt about. He lowered his lips to hers once more, passionately kissing her. His hands wandered along her body as if he was touching precious gold. His looks were telling her that he wanted her, too. His body was showing her how much. Slight moans were escaping Margarets lips with every touch, every kiss, every look from him. He placed his hand on her thigh and slowly caressed it with his fingertips. Her body was responding to his every touch. Like an instant reflex, she spread my legs, wanting to feel him between her thighs. He slid between them, pressing his body to hers. A deep breath. The feel of his body next to her. Their hearts beating faster against each others'. His body felt so good, so strong..so right. Her body arched toward his as he kissed her breasts and circled her nipples with his tongue, slowly, passionately. He sucked on them with his mouth, gently tugging at each one with his teeth. Her moans were getting deeper, louder. He slid his tongue down her body and stopped. Her body was thrusting towards him wanting him to keep going. He slowly slid his tongue along the length of her lips, slightly slipping in and out..just enough to arouse her even more. He soflty kissed her as it sent currents as strong as lightning through her body. He looked up into her eyes and as he watched her expressions, he slowly, sensually, seductively devoured her. With every lick, every flick of his tongue, every nibble and tug, he had her body shaking. She was in ecstasy with the things he was doing to her body. He continued devouring her until she felt that she couldn't hold back any longer. Margaret's pulse was racing, her body shaking, her breathing elevated, until she came. He drank every drop of her juices like he was thirsting from dehydration. He gripped her hips tighter as he sucked and licked harder. She was screaming out in pleasure. She wrapped her hands around his face and pulled him up to her with a slight force. He had her at his mercy. She was pleading him with her eyes to make sweet love to her. She could feel his hardness against her and she wanted to feel it inside of her. Margaret wrapped her legs around Hawkeye's waist as he slowly slid his cock inside and started thrusting in, out, in, out. Her fingers sliding up and down his back, digging in deeper with every thrust of their bodies. She started kissing him passionately. He had brought out things in her she had only dreamt she could feel. She couldn't hold back any longer. She pushed him up with my body and flipped him on his back in a fit of passion. She was going to take this man like she had dreamt of so many times before. She started clawing at his chest, saying his name seductively, kissing, licking, almost trying to devour his tongue, his lips, his neck, his chest. Sheleaned back with his hard cock inside of her and she sat down hard. She leaned back onto his legs with her arms and she held on tight. It was her turn. She was going to make him scream in pleasure. She started riding him hard, fast, breathlessly. Her hands roamed over his body like a predator observing its prey. She wanted to sink her teeth into his skin and caress it with her tongue. She climbed off of him slowly, and slid down his body. She wrapped her lips around his penis and made love to it with her mouth. When she started tasting his first juices, she knew he was about to explode. She slid her tongue down his shaft. She started stroking him until he couldn't lie still any longer. He grabbed her hips and slammed her hard on to him. She let a loud moan escape her mouth as she moved forward and then slammed back onto him again. He pumped in and out so hard, thrusting her forward, harder each time. He leaned down and started kissing her back. He started massaging her breasts, one at a time. Both screaming out each others' name in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Haaawwwkkeyyee!" she purred.

Their bodies shaking, their knees weak, they collapsed onto the bed. He lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her and they held each other tight. Saying nothing, just holding. He turned her face to him and kissed her passionately, ending the kiss with slow, soft, sweet kisses. "I love you" Hawkeye whispers as he brushes Margaret's hair from her face.

"I love you too," Margaret said with a smile