When Yes Is An Answer

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"I'll be right back." Hawkeye said standing up.

"Okay." Margaret smiled and gave him a quick kiss. She watched him walked to the bathroom; she couldn't believe how much she loved him. She was so engrossed in him that she didn't notice someone familiar come in. He saw her instantly and sat down at the bar. He watched the gorgeous blonde sit there with a smile on her face.

He watched her turn back to her menu and stare at it. 'God she looks the same.' He thought. He watched her until a dark hair man came and sat down. He couldn't see who it was; his back was turned to him. All of a sudden he heard Margaret's laugh pierce the air, then he saw the dark hair man lean forward and whisper something that caused her to kiss him. He watched in envy at the couple. Then they stood up, and walked to the dance floor. This made him lose everything he had; he got up and left the restaurant in a huff.

The two danced then decided to leave, they wanted to go to the beach, before they went back to their room. They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and walked to the beach.

Once they got there, Margaret took of her heals, and Hawkeye took of his shoes. The two walked barefooted in the sand. Until Margaret dragged him into a secluded part of the beach.

"Why are we here?"

"Whenever I come to Tokyo, I come here and think. Just a place where no one can disturb me, and is isolated from the rest of the beach." Margaret said softly. Hawkeye smiled and sat down.

"Come here," He motioned. Margaret smiled and sat between his legs and leaned her head on his chest. "Can I ask you something?" He asked after a small science.

"Go ahead."

"U, well I don't know how to say this."

"Don't know how to say what?"

"Um, well, um."

"Hawkeye spit it out."

"Good idea. I'll just spit it out. So ah, will you marry me?" He asked bending down on one knee. Margaret looked at him; her eyes started to water. "Margaret?" Margaret just smiled and threw herself on him, knocking him down to the ground. "Is that a yes?"

"YES! YES! YES!" She screamed and kissed him.

"You mean it?"

"Yes I mean it. I love you, and I never want to be without you."

"Good, because I never want to be without you either," He smiled. "Oh, I have something that you might need," He pulled out a red velvet box from his pocket. "Just to make it official, and as soon as we get back to camp, I'll give you my mom's. So that you'll have a ring. This is just something to use." Margaret took the box and opened it to revel another diamond ring.

"Oh god," She breathed as she stared at the ring.

"Well I always wanted to give the woman I want to marry, my moms ring. But I don't have it with me, so I had dad send it before we came. I wasn't going to propose until we got back, but then I saw this, and well, I decided not to wait."

"You're so sweet." Margaret said through tears, Hawkeye leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss.

He meant to pull away, but didn't. Margaret kissed him right back, wrapping her arms around his neck, and opening her mouth wider to allow him more access. He decided to use the privilege she gave him and let his tongue do some more exploring. He pushed her down slightly in the sand, he let his hands go to the back of her dress and undo the zipper. Margaret groaned as he moved towards to neck with his tongue. Margaret pulled his shirt over his head, and captured his mouth with her own. After a few minutes of struggling, Hawkeye removed Margaret's dress leaving her in her slip. He moved his hands up her chest to her neck as he pulled her closer to him. She slid her hands to his waist and under his pants. She moved them to the front and undid his pants; she pulled them off as he moved from her neck to her collarbone. She allowed him to slide his hands up her slip and caress her skin. He pulled the slip off and maneuvered his hands so that they gripped her waist. He pushed his pelvis into her, and continued to place kisses on her chest, and collarbone. Margaret was the one to pull away she realized that they were both completely naked and where they were.

"Hawk?" She said breathlessly as he continued to kiss her collarbone.

"Hmm?" he mumbled as he traveled to her neck.

"We gotta stop."

"What do you mean?" He asked pulling slightly away from her body.

"We're on a public beach."

"You want to head back to our room?" He asked looking into her blue eyes. Margaret smiled and kissed him.

"Come on," She encouraged throwing her slip on, ignoring her dress completely. Once the two were somewhat dressed, then ran back to their hotel room. Hawkeye pushed her in, while he lifted the slip over top of her head. Within five minutes the two were completely naked, again. And continued what they started on the beach, on the couch.

Afterwards Hawkeye decided to lay between her legs as he rested his head against her breasts. She was stroking his hair, as his breathing became more regular.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you too." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.