I'm so so sorry for the long wait for new chapters. There is supposed to be a chapter before this one about Andrew and Margaret's day together, but I guess I'm just suffering from writer's block with it. Instead of not finishing the story, I decided to write two more chapters and finish it up. Maybe just let your imagination fill in the gaps. This is the chapter when Andrew and Margaret finally consummate their relationship:) Enjoy!

After a somewhat exhausting day of cleaning and organizing, Margaret and Andrew slumped on his loveseat, admiring their hard work. Margaret curled up beside him, breathing in his familiar scent. Warm, manly, he felt like home. He felt safe. She loved him with every piece of her. There was no denying it. She looked up at him; his chiseled jawline could easily make him look cold and distant if it weren't for his kind, sensitive eyes gazing back at her with the same love and commitment she felt for him. Margaret pulled him close to her, resting her forehead against his, breathing in his scent, locking eyes with him. She wanted him, needed him, so badly. There was nothing to hold back from anymore. She was so far gone.

"I think I want to have sex with you." She whispered.

Andrew pulled away from her slightly so he could look at her. He could see she was telling the truth. She had caught him off guard. They had only just talked last night, but it was time. He felt it too.

"Are you sure? I don't want to rush anything."

"I'm sure." She said. "I want this. I want you, Andrew."

He nodded silently and kissed her. It was a chaste kissed, almost friendly, saying "I like you as much as I love you." She quickly deepened the kiss, letting her tongue mingle with his as she shifted herself so she could sit on his lap. She planted sweet kisses on his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his jawline, and down to his neck. She nipped and sucked on his pressure point, making him him harden with anticipation. Margaret tensed momentarily when she first felt his erection, but she quickly became familiar with it. Everytime she brushed against him, felt his hardness on her thigh, he whimpered with anticipation. For the first time she felt powerful. It wasn't the kind of power that's driven by fear or superiority; it was power derived from within. They were equals.

Andrew felt Margaret intentionally grind against him, willing him to harden. She's never done this before. He thought. For the first time, he felt like he didn't have to protect her. He was there for her, needing her, being with her, but she was doing the same for him. They were equals.

Andrew grasped her thighs on either side of him and with seemingly no effort, he carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, still holding her thighs as he continued to kiss her.

"Wait a second." He breathed into her neck.

"Let me go get a condom. I don't want to get too far without it."

She nodded and he almost ran to the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet with haste before he finally found the box and set it on the nightstand. Andrew settled himself on top of her again, and she quickly found her way back to his neck, her gentle bites eliciting a moan from deep within his throat. Margaret led her hands up his shirt, tracing his coiled abdominal muscles and making him moan. Andrew leaned to the side so he could pull off his t shirt, Margaret wasting no time by exploring his newly exposed chest. He had the perfect amount of chest hair, just enough to look manly without being macho. Andrew was clearly enjoying the attention she paid to his body, moaning with every new kiss and bite, but now, it was her turn. He decided.

Andrew kissed her on the lips again, letting her know he was in control now, but he needed her like he needed air. He breathed in her flushed lips, then sucked on her neck, making her quiver. He toyed with the bottom of her t shirt, gently running his hands over her stomach.

"Can I take this off?" He asked her with a gentle firmness.

She nodded. Margaret pressed on Andrew's chest, signaling to him that she wanted to sit up. He helped her pull her shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. Andrew couldn't help but take in her form. Her stomach was perfectly toned, but she still had curves, and she was wearing a simple t shirt bra, sexy but minimalist, just like Margaret. Her breasts were small, but they suited her. He had been dreaming of this for what seemed like forever. She was perfect.

Andrew settled himself back on top of her, slowly trailing his kisses to her newly exposed chest and sternum. He gently cupped her breast, over her bra, and massaged her as he continued his kisses. Margaret squirmed beneath him, clearly enjoying the ministrations he was working on her body. Andrew ran his fingers over her bra strap, silently asking her to take it off. She obliged and pushed down her straps while he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He slowly pulled away the garment, leaving an expanse of gorgeous creamy skin behind. Her soft pink nipples were already hardened, standing alert to his touch. Before he could touch them, Margaret called to him.

"Andrew" She pleaded.

"Yeah, baby? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry they're small." She said bashfully, looking down at her breasts.

"Margaret, you are absolutely perfect. You have nothing to be sorry about." He assured her.

With that, he lowered his lips to her chest again, taking her left nipple in his mouth while he used his right hand to stimulate her other breast. He nipped and sucked at her chest, before switching his mouth to her right breast.

Margaret could hardly contain herself. Every time he even slightly moved his mouth on her, she couldn't help but squirm and shift in response. She wound her fingers in his hair, anchoring herself as he brought her higher and higher. She had never felt this before, ever, and it was only just beginning.

Andrew slipped off her yoga pants without missing a beat. He massaged her thigh, slowly increasing in firmness as he worked his way between her legs. He tentatively rubbed her over her cotton panties, already soaked with anticipation. Were his hands shaking or was that her? They couldn't tell.

"You're so wet, baby." He moaned into her ear.

"Oh… sorry. This doesn't usually happen." She admitted. She had never been this wet before. She didn't even know if this was normal. Hopefully he doesn't mind. She thought.

"Sweetheart, it's a good thing. I promise. I think it's sexy." He took a moment to meet her eyes and saw them soften at his compliment. She needed to hear that from him.

"Can I take these off?" Andrew said as he toyed with the band of her panties.

"Yes." Margaret whispered. She could barely speak; she was so worked up.

Andrew slid her panties down her smooth legs, discarding them on the floor without breaking eye contact. He didn't glance down. He didn't touch her, not yet. She was completely naked beneath him; they both needed time to adjust. Andrew took a moment to breath in her scent. He could smell her fruity shampoo, her signature sophisticated perfume, her musky wetness, her.

Margaret looked into Andrew's kind, earnest eyes, waiting for her to let him know when he could look down. She gave him a quick, firm kiss, and then looked at him expectantly. She was ready.

Andrew looked down. Margaret's inner thighs were spread to accommodate for his body between them. Her muscles were relaxed, patient, willing to respond only to him. The folds between her legs were glistening with sweet anticipation, opening up to him, rosy pink, almost as if she was blushing for the sake of being noticed.

Suddenly, Andrew was nervous. He had imagined this moment for what seemed like forever, Margaret beneath him, sweating, wanting him. In his fantasies he just saw skin too smooth, lips too plump, and hair too shiny to be real. But now here she was, every detail in front of him, every texture and color in all her glorious complexities. She was real, and he didn't know if he could handle it.

"Andrew?"

He could hear the uncertainty in her voice. Do you love me? Do you want me? Do you need me? She was saying.

"You can touch me." She said with a forced reassurance. In that moment, she wasn't sure who needed it most.

Andrew let out a deep, unconscious sigh, exhaling all of his anxiety and frustration.

"You are so beautiful, Margaret."

He meant it. He liked the real her. He liked her details. She looked different that he thought she would, but now he was getting to know her. She looked how she should, like herself.

Andrew ran his fingers delicately through her folds, before rubbing gentle circles on her center. He started slowly, trying different pressures to see how she responded. Margaret was quivering and breathing heavily as he brought her closer and closer to her unknown edge.

Andrew paused for a moment, looking at Margaret before he proceeded. She gave him a slight nod before he slowly pushed one finger inside of her. Her wince quickly turned to pleasure as he began to move his finger inside of her, gradually adding a second finger and stroking her g spot.

Margaret was getting wetter every second. She was breathing heavily from pleasure, except her brow was furrowed as if she was concentrating.

"Margaret."

Andrew paused his movements, forcing her to open her eyes to look at him.

"Don't stop." She commanded, as if he was her assistant filing papers again.

"Baby, it will happen when it happens. This takes time. Your body needs to go at its own pace." Andrew assured her. He could tell she felt like she had something to prove. He wanted her to let herself go. He didn't want her to feel like she owed him anything.

"Okay. I believe you." But he wasn't sure if she did. Andrew could feel her slipping away, back into her hardened shell. He needed her to come back.

Margaret could see his eyes darken. Was he mad? What was he thinking? Did I do something wrong? His erection was beginning to soften. Does he not like this? Does he think I'm bad at this? Her hands started shaking. She could feel tears threatening to escape. Suddenly she remembered she was naked, and he was not, and all she wanted to do was put her clothes back on and pretend this never happened.

Margaret started breathing heavily, this time from anxiousness rather than pleasure. Andrew could tell she was starting to freak out.

"Hey, baby. Let's take a break, okay?"

Andrew rolled off of Margaret and quickly pulled her to his side, wrapping his arms around her naked back, trying to steady her.

"Do you want to stop?" Andrew asked gently. They had covered a lot of ground as it was; he didn't want to push her beyond her limits.

"No!" Margaret said defensively. She wanted this. She was committed at this point. There was no way she could put her clothes back on and go back to their normal life; this was too monumental. She needed to see how it would end.

"I mean…" She tried to backtrack. Her hands were shaking again. She couldn't tell if she doubted herself or Andrew more in that moment.

"I want to keep going. Do you want to?"

Andrew could hear the vulnerability in her voice. Suddenly he could tell that she was just was worried about him as he was about her. They were equals again.

"Of course I do, sweetheart."

Andrew gestured down to his deflated boxers.

"Sometimes I can't do two things at once, that's all."

They both laughed at that. They were friends again.

They let a few minutes pass, kissing gently, getting to know the way they felt in each other's arms.

"Andrew… can I touch you?" Margaret asked, wide-eyed with nervousness.

"Of course you can." Andrew said before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

Andrew slid his boxers off, now completely naked. Margaret didn't dare look. She took her time, running her hand on his abdomen beneath the covers, following the thickening trail of hair down to the vee between his legs. Then, she froze.

"I… I don't know what to do." She said helplessly. It wasn't that she hadn't touched a man before, but she had been alone for so long and she had never had sex this intimate, this romantic, this exposing for both parties.

"It's okay. I'll show you." Andrew said as he took her hand in his own and guided her towards his member. He saw her eyes widen as he gently wrapped her fingers around himself and slowly moved her hand up and down with his own. Andrew moaned as they began to increase the speed, involuntarily grabbing the bed sheets, leaving Margaret's hand independently stroking him.

Margaret realized that she was actually enjoying this once her nervousness faded away. She liked looking in his hooded eyes, seeing how her actions elicited little moans and growls from deep within his throat. She liked that she was able to please him. She held his head while she continued to stroke him, rubbing circles on the back of his neck, protecting him, just like he did for her.

"Wait, baby. Stop." Andrew said between ragged breaths. "I don't want to get too far without you."

She understood. It was time. They could both feel it. Margaret reached for the condom on her side of the bed and handed it to Andrew. He skillfully unwrapped it before pulling the sheets below his waist so he could see what he was doing.

Now Margaret could see all of him. He was big, bigger than she expected, and it didn't look like he could be any harder. Her mind began racing. Is this going to hurt? How is he going to fit? What if the condom breaks?

Andrew finished putting the condom on and settled himself on top of Margaret, now just inches away from her entrance. She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Hey, Margaret." Andrew put his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

"Hey." Margaret said. She could see all of the love in Andrew's eyes. He was so kind and earnest, yet strong and masculine. Even when her familiar fears came crawling back, she knew he would never, ever hurt her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Andrew asked patiently.

"I'm sure." Margaret said with more confidence. "I love you so much, Andrew."

"I love you too, Margaret, so so much."

Andrew lowered himself to her entrance, before slowly pushing into her, trying to give her enough time to adjust for his size. She was so wet that he entered her easier than he expected, but she was tight. Andrew couldn't help but moan as he entered her, while Margaret whimpered slightly in plain.

"Are you okay?" Andrew panted, now fully inside of her.

Margaret could only nod; she was so overcome with a feeling she had never felt before, a feeling of pleasure. Once the pain subsided, she wanted nothing more than him.

Andrew began increasing his speed, Margaret's moans indicating that she was overcome with pleasure. They fell into a steady rhythm, hands going anywhere they could feel, lips kissing anywhere they could touch. Their togetherness ebbed and flowed, Andrew moaning when Margaret shifted, Margaret quivering when Andrew thrust.

Margaret could feel her orgasm building beyond its normal low simmer. This time she was on fire. She could feel this unknown pleasure deep within her awakening with each thrust. She could hardly think.

Andrew was trying to hold himself back; he didn't want to finish before he was sure Margaret was ready, but it was so difficult. For the first time, he could feel her, all around him, so connected that he didn't know where he ended and she began.

Margaret was becoming more vocal by the second. She was close. She didn't know if she could hold on much longer.

"Let go, Margaret." Andrew breathed.

That was all she needed. Andrew could feel her walls contract around him as she came. Her orgasm was allconsuming; she could feel the heat travel to every inch of her body. She moaned and shook and called his name. It felt like it would never end. For the first time, she gave herself completely to someone else. She was free.

Waves and waves of pleasure rolled over her as Andrew continued to thrust, quickly tumbling over his own edge. His whole body contracted as he spilled into her everything he had within him. He called her name—here I am; I am giving myself to you; I need you—he was saying.

Andrew collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, trying to come back to Earth. Margaret was seeing stars.

Their breathing began to slow. Once Andrew felt like he had voluntary control over his body again, he managed to prop himself up to look at Margaret. He gently wiped the sweat from her brow before kissing her forehead. She had never looked more beautiful to him.

Margaret managed to open her eyes amid her hazy, post-orgasm bliss. He was there. He always would be.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Andrew hobbled to the bathroom to take off his condom and hurried back to bed. Margaret couldn't help but stare at him in all his naked glory. Despite her exhaustion, the sight of his toned muscles and golden skin was enough to make her want to fuck him all over again.

Andrew fluffed their pillows and straightened their disheveled sheets before wrapping his arms around Margaret, so her body was flush against his.

"Andrew, that was amazing." Margaret gushed. She was too overcome to be shy anymore.

"When can we do it again?"

"As soon as you want, baby. As soon as you want."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, wrapped up in a lovemaking daze.