Disclaimer: I do not own them, and I never will, but I will continue my fantasies of Mary and Marshall being mine.

Did you miss me? I have technically been back in town for a few days, but I needed time to readjust to time zones, unpack, get ready for a new member of the family (exchange student =] ) and all of those fun shenanigans. Please please review, or I will quit writing ={ yes I am threatening you. I spend my time writing this for you, so spend a little bit of time writing something back. Okay, I love you (^-^)\m/ Kendall Elizabeth

Once Mary and Marshall took a real shower, lathering soap on each other, they went out to the bedroom.

While Mary threw her clothes into a drawer in a disorderly fashion, Marshall sat on the bed contemplating what they should do.

"Mare, let's go to the beach."

"Marshall we just fucked for a good hour or so, either we continue said actions, or we take a nap."

"How about we go to the beach, and take a nap there. Wear something that can get wet... Incase I want to fuck for another good hour or so." He said as he took off the towel around his waist, sliding into his red swim trunks.

"I'm only saying okay because the concept of sex on a beach sounds hot." she went through her heap of clothes pulling out her black bikini, while successfully putting all of her other clothes in the middle of the floor.

"Close your mouth, and let's go."

As they walked out from their patio, they realized just how secluded their suite was. There was only one other suite close to them, and it was a good 100 meters away. They only had to walk for maybe 2 minutes, and they were directly on the beach that was almost completely empty.

"This place really is paradise," Marshall gushed.

Mary looked over her shoulder and realized there was a hammock hung between two palm trees right at the start of the beach.

"Nap time, right there, now."

Marshall got in the hammock first, and Mary quickly slid in, right next to him. She maneuvered her head into the crook of his neck and nuzzled him to get comfortable. Marshall, being Marshall, slipped his hands under her bathing suit top, and made slow, lazy ministrations on her chest.

"Marshall, how am I supposed to take a nap if you are going to spend your time trying to turn me on more." she whispered as she smiled against his neck.

"I'll stop for now, but I better get some later." Marshall leaned over to give Mary a kiss on the forehead, but she was already dozing off.

Mary's dream:
There was a dark room, and inside it she could just make out the shape of Marshall. Blood pooled around his head as he laid facedown in it. Mary could see the iron pipes she had come in contact with once before in a captive situation. She started crying, but then it turned into screeching. She looked down and realized she was no longer crying, but the baby in her lap was. Marshall's head then raised as blood poured out of a gunshot wound in his forehead. He the preceded to say,' Our job is too dangerous for this.'

Mary woke with a start, which jolted Marshall up too.

Marshall was automatically worried about Mary because he could see she was on the verge of crying. He wrapped his arms around her and repeatedly said, 'You're okay, it was just a dream.'

When Mary finally calmed down she looked out towards the ocean which had waves beckoning for her to come in. She could see there was a rock formation preventing the big waves from coming in. Perfect swimming water.

"I'm going swimming, come with me?"

"Of course."

As soon as they were up from the hammock, they walked hand in hand to where the beach met water. Surprisingly, the water was only a little colder than the perfect Hawaiian air. Mary and Marshall were soon waist deep in the water. Marshall lifted Mary to kiss her, she automatically responded by wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Do you read chick flicks, Mann? You seem to be really into this romantic stuff."

"I have had a few years to fantasize. You're beautiful."