Maggie had two relationships before her beloved Jon, but he had been the only one that knew what it would take to bring out the passion in her. They had been like a couple of teenagers since the day that they had met. They would sneak off in the middle of the day to find some hiding spot to call their own for a few hours, happen across a field during a hike, even going so far as having a real "American" date at a drive-in and not seeing the movie. It was a wonder that Maggie hadn't ended up pregnant before they were married, or that she wasn't currently. That had been the one thing that she had wanted most, to give Jon a family of his own but it was not meant to be. Maybe it was better that way she wouldn't have a constant reminder growing up to look just like him.<br/><br/>It felt as though she were in a dream and the whole world had vanished leaving only them and the bed. The rain poured as Maggie wept no longer in sadness and pain but happiness and relief that her rock had returned. Jon's lips felt like fire against her's, the heat consuming her from the inside almost as if he possessed her and claimed her spirit. Memories of stolen moments and shared bliss flooded Maggie's mind calling forth a sharp image for her fae lover to pull inspiration. How many times had the fae seen the couple chasing after each other only to end up in the throws of passion?<br/><br/>Maggie's body shivered at the suddenness of the night air against her newly exposed skin as her gown was lifted up and away. The peppering of his kisses caused soft moans, his lips branding their consummation into her flesh. She had been wearing Jon's favorite bra, light blue lace that felt like one of his old t-shirts, but would the pooka take notice, would Maggie? In the state that she was in Maggie could only think of being with him, so it wasn't likely. The smile, even in the darkness she knew it was his. That had been the first thing to get Maggie's attention when they first met. She had never seen such a warm and playful smile.<br/><br/>Peering down at him Maggie couldn't believe that he was there, that this was all real, but she could physically touch him she could feel his breath across her skin. His hazel eyes still held the love he had for her, but there was something else in them, something primal she attributed to his desire. Maggie leaned her cheek into Jon's hand and nuzzled gently, her eyes falling half closed in the comfort of such a simple gesture that she had taken for granted so many times before. "I love you, Jonathan." Tears tried to well up in her eyes, but she took a deep breath and swallowed hard. When had she last heard those words from him? It seemed like it had been ages ago.<br/><br/>Yes, Maggie was a needy person, but that was why she and Jon worked so well together. He enjoyed taking care of his girl and meeting all of her needs just as much as she loved rewarding him for being such a giving partner. It wasn't that she was selfish in any way, Jon liked to spoil her as much as possible. Unlike him Maggie grew up without a family, her parents had been teenagers that gave her up to the state to raise, and she never went looking for them. Her life had been hard, and she had worked for everything she ever had until Jon came around. When he learned her story, he wanted nothing more than to give her the world, but all she wanted was him and their little farm.<br/><br/>Maggie's eyes went wide as Jon suddenly slunk off of the bed, a squeaking giggle leaving her lips as she was yanked to the edge and promptly kissed. Slender arms were wrapped around his neck as he held her face in that kiss, a moment stuck in time between them. It was as though the accident had never happened, he had never gone away, it had all been a nightmare and she was finally waking. Her eyes fell closed as she felt his hand move around her slender throat, her pulse beating strong against his palm. "Then stay with me, Jon. Don't go away again."