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Coming Together & Falling Apart

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You’re good at all of it - Don

Don can’t believe how well everything is turning out.  After their wedding Megan returned to the office with him - not as his secretary, but as part of his creative team.  And he does not regret that decision.

He loves strutting into the office every morning, his wife by his side.  He is so proud of showing her off and is still dismayed at how much he enjoys spending all day long with her.  Unlike with Betty, he has no “other life” at work.  Megan is a part of all aspects of his life – even the ones he kept hidden from Betty for all of those years.  With Megan he has no shame.


Don thinks back to the evening before with Megan’s parents – which had been uncomfortable to say the least.  Her father’s disapproval and jealousy of his wealth was obvious.  And Megan had pointed out that her mother had kept touching him.  Don said he didn’t notice just to keep the peace.  But he had noticed.

Now he’s reclining on the couch in his office trying to learn French from a book and failing miserably at his task.  He’s going through this exercise because he doesn’t like it when Megan and her family speak French in front of him, effectively leaving him out.   Megan comes in and closes the door behind her, asking if he has a minute.

“Lock that door and ask Dawn to hold my calls and you can have five.”

“You pervert,” she teases him. “This is about work.”

Then she tells him about an idea she has for the upcoming Heinz pitch.  She got the idea from dinner last night.  He supposes something good did come out of that miserable time after all.  And Megan’s idea is brilliant. He’s so excited about it he could kiss her right now.

“My God. Get over here,” he says, with a seductive light illuminating his eyes.

“No. I don’t want to change the subject.”

He instructs Dawn to call in the rest of the creative team so that they can flesh out Megan’ idea.  In the brief time before they arrive she has a quick bout of insecurity.  “They’re going to hate me – tell them it was your idea.”

Don knows she should not squander this opportunity to shine.  “You don’t really want me to do that do you?”

“No,” she agrees and grins at him like a little girl who’s just made her father very proud.

He tries out a tag line as they wait.

Megan interrupts him.  “How about Heinz baked beans – some things never change.”

“Jesus – I think that’s better.”

He never really appreciated how smart his wife was before, but now he realizes that she seems to really have a knack for advertising.  Megan is proving time and again that she is cut out for this – that she hadn’t just been chosen to work for the creative team because she is married to Don Draper. There is more to her than anyone ever guessed – it’s just that Don caught a glimpse of it first. 


“You know, you’re good at all of it,” he says as he breaks off his feverish kiss.

Don cannot believe it.  Megan had single-handedly saved the Heinz account with her brilliance tonight.  He wasn’t even sure if he could have pulled it off – and he considered himself somewhat of a master.  Stunning.  Absolutely stunning.  He couldn’t help but stare in admiration of his wife at dinner tonight.

“Oh my God. I want you,” he breathes in the back seat of the cab they were taking home, his nose just inches from hers, lost in the depths of her green eyes.  But his kids and her parents were waiting there.  And this couldn‘t wait.

Change of plans. He told the cabbie to take them to the Time Life building, where their offices were.


They stumble into his office in the throes of passion, grasping at each other as he pushes her back into his desk, never even bothering to shut the door.

He breaks off their passionate kiss.

“Turn around.”


“You heard me.  Do as I say.”

Megan grins coyly at him.  “Or what, you’re going to fire me?”

“Something like that.”

He grasps her hips and turns her around to face the desk, leaning into her so that she can feel him getting hard beneath his dress pants.

He unbuckles his pants and then reaches to hike up her skirt.

“Oh, Don.”

He answers by silently pressing his hand to the small of her back, making her arch onto the desk.  And then suddenly he is inside her.  She lets out a quiet moan and through the reflection in the office windows he sees her eyes unfocus from the sheer pleasure of having him inside her.

He fucks her with vigor.  He pulls her up by her hair, his lips finding her ear. He begins to quietly groan with each thrust, the scent of her hair intoxicating him with each intake of breath.  As their coupling intensifies he reaches around to touch her, pressing lightly until he can feel her shake.

“Do you like that?” he grunts.

“Oh God  . . . Yes,” she breathes.

Then he slowly withdraws, teasing her with just the tip of his cock at her entrance.

“Please . . . don’t do this to me.” She was so close.

“Megan, I want you to beg for it.”

“Oh God,” she groans in frustration but gives in to his demands.  “Oh please, Don.  Please fuck me.”

He thrusts up into her with force. And stays there.

She gulps. “More. Please. More.”

“Okay,” he says indulgently, suckling her ear and slowly bringing her to the brink once again.

“Harder,” she begs him.


But it is too late – she is too far gone – it doesn’t matter what he does – she goes over the edge anyway.

As he feels her convulse around him he renews his vigor.  He thrusts deep inside of her at a quick pace until he follows her over the edge in a hot rush of liquid.


She lies panting, bent over the desk.  He slowly withdraws, running his hand through her tangled hair and down to her lower back.

“Oh my God,” Megan pants as she slowly rises from the desk and stumbles a bit.

“Whoa.  Steady there,” Don says as he catches her.  “Was it good for you?”

“What do you think?  I can barely walk.”

“I can help you,” he grins wolfishly, pulls away from her, and proceeds to take off his pants as she leans against the desk.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed,” he says, nonplussed. “I suggest you do the same.”

“Really?” she cocks her head to the side and shakes it.  “You are unbelievable.”

But then she grins and begins to take off her top.  Once he is free of his clothes he begins to help her disrobe, sensually touching her in all the right places, brushing his naked body against her ever-exposed one.

He picks her up and lays her on the couch and then joins her at the other end, cradling her foot in his hand.  He caresses it softly.  As he examines all of the little lines on the sole of her foot and the shape of her toes he thinks about what had happened tonight and he realizes that he loves this woman. Finally.  He is beginning to let himself feel satisfied, content.

He runs his nose down to the bottom of her foot and then slides his tongue back up.  He takes one of her toes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it.  She lets out an excited squeal while he grasps her inner thigh with his free hand, parting her legs.

Megan sighs.  “Please touch me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Don says indulgently.  This was for her now.

He puts the foot he had been suckling over his shoulder and leans in to nip at her breast.  God, she was flexible.  He slowly, achingly trails his fingers down her inner thigh and her breath catches in her throat when he gets close. The anticipation was killing her.

Two of his fingers slowly find passage into her moist depths.  He easily finds the spot deep inside her where she loves to be caressed and he moves his fingers over it rhythmically.  She grinds her hips down over his hand in pleasure and he tastes her nipple once again.  She sharply sucks in a breath.  It is time to send her over the edge again.  He lowers his thumb to just the right place and presses, keeping the rhythm inside of her going.

The combination of internal and external stimulation is too much for her and she cries out with her release.

Don chuckles lightly, glad he can bring such pleasure to his wife.  It makes him stir again and he is ready to make love to her now.  He slowly settles himself in between her legs, waiting for her to recover from her high.  He brushes away the sweaty tendril of hair that had fallen on her brow and gently rests his hand on her cheek and forehead, waiting for her to give him the okay.

Once Megan comes down from her intense high she gives him a nod – she is ready again.  He slowly and ever so gently penetrates her - holding her gaze the entire time.  She runs her hands up his back to the nape of his neck and pulls him in for a searing kiss as he begins to move inside her.

He’s slow and steady at first, letting her savor each thrust, but then he quickens the pace.  She moans and throws her head back and he dives in to bite at her neck.  She grasps him tightly – she cannot hold him close enough.

“Don . . . Don . . . I . . . “ she breathes.

“Yes?” he whispers his own breath hot against her ear.

“I want all of you.”

He pulls back a little to stare at her.  Concern lines his face.  Isn’t this what Betty had asked for all those years ago?

“You have me.” He gives her the same answer.

Megan looks disappointed, “No Don.  You know what I mean.”

He smiles at her tenderly and says with all honesty, “You do have me Megan - all of me.  I love you.”

He cups her face in his hand for reassurance stares at her with openness, hoping she can read in his eyes that he means what he says.

She nods and accepts this.  “Good, because I love you, too.  Too much.”

“There’s no such thing as too much,” he smiles.

“Yes there –“ she begins, but he ducks in quickly for a kiss.

“Too much talking,” he chastises and begins to move inside her again, not taking his time now, his passion boiling to the surface.

When he gets close, he rests his sweaty brow on top of hers, his breathing labored, praying for her satisfaction to come soon.  Because he would like to take his – no, he needed to take his.

She does not disappoint.  She roughly grabs his hips, pulling him deep inside of her, meeting his gaze head-on, and moans as wave after wave of intense pleasure courses through her.

Don doesn’t last as long as she does.  She is still writhing below him as he comes to.

And he is still inside of her when she makes it back to reality.

He kisses her softly and smiles at her so fiercely that the corners of his green eyes crease into deep wrinkles.  For the first time he can recall, he is truly happy.


The next day at the office he can’t stop thinking about his wife and tries to hide his involuntary smiling – which occurs at the most inopportune times. The whole creative teams knows now about how she saved the day with Heinz - Ken can’t stop bragging about it. 

He is so incredibly proud of her.  Beauty and brains – what a package!  He has plans for the two of them.  Big plans.