The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Maui.

Ressler

Easily the best part of this chapter of my life was when I got to see Maggie happy, excited, joyous, full.

From the moment we got off the plane to the moment we stepped into our room in Maui, she had the biggest smile on her face. Everything excited her, the sun, the sand, the sea, the waves, the breeze.

I on the other hand, was just excited to see her so happy, to look at her eyes as she inspected everything, to see them widen in surprise. I loved to get a kiss every time something cool amazed her, like it was a little thank you kiss for giving her this experience.

I just fucking loved this woman.

I loved the way she walked, or rathered jumped in excitement when we got to our room, how she ran to the other side of the apartment to open the windows and look at the sea. I loved how the first thing she did when she saw the jacuzzi was taking all of her clothes off and dive naked into it, and then how she seductively beckoned me to do the same, and I did.

I did a lot of things I hadn't done, and I did them because I was doing them with her, because I wanted to experience everything.

I learned a lot of things about Mags, small little things, but I still learned them. She liked all things fish except oysters and caviar. She'd done many years of swimming classes, she'd never been sea diving which we did. We also took an air tour of the place since Mags had also never been on one of those. 

And she loved taking pictures, and I loved to take pictures of her. She spent maybe an hour trying to get a perfect picture of how the waves hit her feet, she had me take a picture 'in a way her mirror sunglasses reflected the waves crashing down on the sand'. I took candid pictures of her walking down the beach, sunbathing, eating.

Then there was that, sunbathing, naked sunbathing was my favorite, of course she only did it in the balcony of our apartment. She'd gotten to a gold brown on her skin and it was beautiful on her. I loved her blond hair sprawling down on her back, I loved her smiles, I loved her green eyes staring back at me, I loved her body on top of mine. I loved making love to her every morning we were there, and I loved having sex with her at night, just because, just to hear her moans on my ear or feel her nails raking down my back.

I loved having her seat on top of me and kissing the spot where her heart was, and I loved having it beat against mine when I hugged her from behind.

Maggie was the single most perfect woman I'd ever met, inside and out. I wasn't going to let her get away from me, I wasn't going to let anyone hurt her, or have her. I wanted her smiles to be mine, her lips to kiss me and her arms to hug me, her hands to caress my neck, and her eyes to look into mine.

With the passing days of our vacation I had an increasing pressure on my chest, and I didn't know if it was because I loved her too much, or because I knew how this vacation would end in result of what I was about to do.

Ever since new year when I decided I was going to eventually ask Mags to marry me, I'd been wrecking my brain on how I was going to do it. When I asked her sister out of nowhere, she told me "something cliche, like the proposals in the movies, she'll love it". But that didn't sit well with me because Mags deserved something infinitely more meaningful and a lot less cliche.

When I booked the tickets before out anniversary, that's how I knew I was going to do it. She loved the beach and it would be a nice red bow to the end of our vacation.