Dreams Are All I Have
Margaret was a little startled when she heard the knock at the door. She didn't want to answer looking like she did. She knew her eye's were red and her face blotchy from crying earlier. She knew she had to answer it, it could be important.
When she opened the door, she gave a little gasp of surprise because she really hadn't expected it to be him. Hawkeye.
"Come in." She said her voice quieter and weaker than she would have liked.
He entered not saying a word, but he looked at her. "I needed to talk to you." He said. "I've been thinking."
She swallowed hard, trying to keep hold of her self and not just to shout out what she'd been longing to say.
"I don't know where all these feelings and emotions have come from over the last few days, but I can't deny that they aren't here." He said, standing still, almost as if he were afraid to move.
"I-I know I haven't dealt with things very well the last few days. I'm very sorry for the way I spoke to you at Rosie's. I acted that way because..."
"Why Margaret?" Hawkeye interrupted, stepping closer to her. "Tell me why you acted like that." He didn't sound angry with her.
"It was because of these feelings I have. Feelings of... love." She spoke carefully when saying the last word, as if it could trigger some angry backlash her way.
Hawkeye swallowed and looked away. When he looked back at her, there were tears in his eyes as he moved forward and embraced her in his arms and their mouths met for a sensual, passionate kiss.
A knock at the door and the dream ended.