Disclaimer: I don't own In Plain Sight

On Mary's fortieth birthday, the unthinkable happened. She slept with her best friend, her partner, Marshal Marshall Mann.

Rolling over in bed, she saw the slow rise and fall of the hard chest she had leaned against and cried on the night before.

He'd been on loan with the FTF in Chicago for the past month. Losing his companionship had been hard. That must have been what prompted her insane actions.

With the sheet only covering him to the waist, Mary admired the tight abs and the light spray of dark hair shaped like a V, pointing to his…Dear Lord! What was I thinking?

Grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to her chin, she accidentally woke him. Opening his sleepy, sexy blue eyes, he gently smiled at her. "Morning, beautiful."

"Just because we had sex last night doesn't mean you have to treat me differently Doofus."

He pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard, exposing his…Oh my!

"What's the matter? I can call you beautiful if I want to. Cuz you are."

She tried to act casually but averted her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure. My eyes are probably puffy and bloodshot. My hair…"

She reached up and stroked her blonde tresses. A good chunk of it had shot up in the air while the back was plastered flat against her head. "Oh lovely. What is it about fortieth birthdays that can turn happily single, independent women into crying idiots?"

Marshall smiled and shook his head. "Why are you being so hard on yourself? I enjoyed the hell out of last night. We made love, Mary…"

Mary snorted and laughed, "We fucked!"

Ignoring her crude expression, "Face the fact that we're not able to undo that. I, for one, wouldn't want to and if you think our relationship isn't going to change, you're still asleep and dreaming."

Sitting up she stared at him, "Relationship?! Change?! What are you talking about?!"

He cupped her chin and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I intend to treat you right and make you want to do what we did a lot more often."

Truth be told, she wanted to fuck him again too but blamed it on temporary insanity.

"Look Marshall, what happened last night….I mean, you probably did it cuz you felt sorry for me…"

"Absolutely not! When have I ever lied to you?"

"Never!"

"Then you should trust me. I think you're beautiful, even first thing in the morning after crying and right now I want to hold you." He slid down close to her. "And kiss you" he leaned over and gently nibbled her sensitive neck working his way along her jaw to deliver a soft peck. "For a long, long time, sweetheart." He crushed her lips in a long, deep, mind-blowing, toe-curling kiss.

Kissing him back with as much passion as she could muster, she let her hand wander down his chest to stroke his thick erection.

His hand cupped her breast and thumbed her sensitive nipple. All embarrassment melted away, replaced by a deep longing between her legs. Her body ached to be filled with him again and again. Having sex with Marshall had been playful and passionate and if Mary remembered correctly, she had initiated it. He immediately responded and seemed to know exactly what pleased her. Not only was he renting a room in her mind, he had also leased her body. Dear Lord, if I let this man go, how crazy would I be?

He moved his mouth to her breast and sucked her thoroughly. Tracing a finger down her abdomen, he massaged her mound. Her skin tingled as he explored, a craving in her awoke and she could barely wait to be touched everywhere and then filled with his erection. He licked his way down her side, tickling her ribs with his tongue. She giggled and moaned, tried to scoot away but he held on tight until he reached his destination.

He teased at first, barely touching her clit with his tongue, then nipped at it with his lips and, when she thought she'd lose her mind, he flicked her sensitive bud. She wanted them to come together. Arching and moaning, she wrapped her fingers in his hair and begged him to fuck her, now, hard.

He raised his face and grinned. She spread her legs and in seconds he was on his knees between them. She guided his arousal to her wet center and he plunged inside. They moaned in unison. Mary feeling complete being filled by him.

She opened her eyes for a moment and caught him watching her with those smoky dark blue eyes.

"I love you, Mary"

Her eyes shone bright as he moved in and out of her body, slowly at first, desperate to mark her as his own, then he gave her exactly what she had asked for-a hard, vigorous, luscious fucking. He was right. She wanted this. Filling her so completely shocked every nerve in his body, a feeling he wouldn't trade for anything in the world at this point.

Mary grasped onto his shoulders and arched into his hips. "Marshall, harder"

He increased his pace and reached between them to rub her clit. Her fingernails bit his skin as she met him thrust for thrust until her hungry muscles clamped down on his aching length and pulsed.

A scream left her lips and he leaned forward to catch it with his mouth. He allowed his lips to linger on hers until she quieted and then lifted his mouth to smile.

"Do it again," she whispered.

Marshall began to move again, this time skipping slow and straight to fast. His restraint was gone. Her body was too warm and too wet. He lifted his body to balance on his hands and drove into her. Two more strokes and her muscles surrounded him in a tight fist and he couldn't fight release any longer. With a growl, he pushed deep inside her one last time. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids as he filled her full of his seed in a hot rush. She release a soft moan and pulsed around him again. His body covered her completely, sobbing "Thank you" over and over again.

TBC?