Author's Note: So…I logged on this morning and while browsing through the Bing homepage for my latest desktop background (their pictures are EPIC), I see that Mary McCormack's a trending item. I, being a curious and loyal fan of hers, click on it and I see that she's pregnant again. I'm like, "Hell, yeah!" because I love babies and I love it when couples (celebrity or not) have more than one child very little drama involved...
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Yet…I saw a related article and it made my M&M heart bleed and rage. They're writing the little one into the show and unfortunately for us, it's a well known IPS fact (and source of frustration) that she ain't been screwing her Cowboy. So, now we got a few Season 4 Baby Daddy Dramarama options and none of them really appeal to me in any way shape or form. Hopefully, it's not Faber's… please Powers That Be? It's bad enough that you made her screw him… I mean, come on, the FBI D-Bag as a father? It would Mary and Brandi's POS Dad all over again! I'll take Raph, the hot little cabana boy, or best case scenario: Mary and Marshall finally got (or get) it on (before or after she ended up in Mexico) and it would be theirs over the fucking weasel…hmm… my muses like that idea. They like it a lot…
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But I digress. Here's more story and M&M hot married awesomeness.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
Mary felt the mattress shift as he finally joined her in bed (Ralph had lodged a complaint against her and Marshall had to spend most of the evening soothing him and Stan) and she smiled as she felt nothing but skin on her.
There were only three guidelines to Operation: Baby. 1) At the first sign that one of them started getting 90s sitcom obsessed with conception, then the other had full rights to shoot them. Not to kill, of course. 2) Until they accomplished their objective, the only place that Marshall could come was deep inside of her. That rule was a little difficult because she missed putting her mouth on him but she would be sure to make up for it later. Marriage is all about equality, after all…
The third and final guideline was simple: Clothes get in the way. If they didn't have to wear them (like at work), then they stayed off and in the event they did have to wear them, easy access was key, hence him going commando 90% of the time and her investing in some long solid jean skirts. The feel of his hands sliding underneath was worth all the ribbing she got from friends and family…
"So, I convinced Ralph to stay in the Program..." he informed her between slow kisses on her shoulder.
"Shit. I mean good. That's...that's great, Cowboy."
His laughter rumbled in his chest and he turned her onto her back to trail his kisses downward, his teeth not too far behind.
"No, it's not but like I said earlier, we'll tie the ropes when he's done testifying. And I also convinced Stan not to assign you to him alone."
"I'd rip him apart! I'd rip him apart and leave him for the buzzards! Besides, Stan doesn't like the little bastard, either!" she gasped indignantly as he nibbled at her shifting hipbones…
"Pointing that out derailed his plans quite nicely but you're gonna have to simmer down, Mare."
"Why? You're the calm Buddha and I'm the crazy bitch in this partnership. It's worked just fine before."
His hand stroked over her lower belly and he murmured, "Not for the job, love."
She softened and stroked his brow gently as he tongued her inny bellybutton, prompting the usual insistent arching of her back.
"Hey, I will totally de-bitchify myself for our kids. After all, I can't show up to their parent teacher conferences if you have to bail me out of jail for assault on an idiot fir-"
Mary whimpered as he captured her lips in a soul searing kiss and pressed inside her to the hilt. Another thing she realized was that Marshall liked it when she was honest about all of her feelings, not just the negative. He always listened, he never judged (even when it was well within his rights to do so), and the rewards were…
"Marshall…" she groaned happily as his mouth closed around her right nipple.
He moaned blissfully and matched the rhythm of his hips to the suckles and pinches to her nipples. Mary could feel her insides clench and shiver with each tug and she cooed as his scruff (another new married thing) left light abrasions on her skin as he switched breasts, sliding a hand under her ass to wrap her legs around his waist.
A savage twist of his hips made her shriek and he sank his teeth into her shoulder, the pain and pleasure sending her flying over the edge. Her nails dug in and out of his back as she convulsed and he surged into her a dozen more times before releasing with a loud yell of her name. Just like their first night together, his screams made her quiver with shared pleasure and he held her face still, locking their eyes.
Mary gasped as he kissed her sweetly, stroking the inside of her left wrist and the palm of her hand. She held onto his fingers and idly stroked the cool metal of his ring. Her own band was gold like his but had the diamonds embedded in so she could wear it on the job. Even he had been stupid and gotten a huge gaudy ring, it would still be on at all times.
See, the ring wasn't a shackle to her (one of her biggest fears about remarrying) or even a brand of ownership. It was just yet another sign that her Doofus, her Cowboy, her Marshal Marshall loved her with everything he had.
She felt the same way.
