Sushi?
By AnitaB
Chapter four: All's fair in love and bed.
The battle of wills was beginning, but he'd meant what he'd said about being able to hold his own. No one worked with Mary Shannon as long or as successfully as he did without being just as stubborn as she was. And they were not rushing this if he had to tame and gentle back her urgency every few minutes. Besides, he would never, ever get enough of her kiss. Marshall didn't let himself keep her in his arms when he got to the edge of his bed. He stripped off his gun, badge, cuffs, and phone before asking for hers.
Something stopped in his chest at the way she was looking at him as she put her gun in his hand. Mary looked at him like she loved him. He knew exactly how wearing that look felt, he'd done it so often in the last few years. Marshall forced himself to finishing putting her gear in the drawer with his before he turned back to the woman of his dreams, in his bed, reaching for him. "Marshall,"
Her voice had never sounded like that before. It stole his breath even before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the softest, sweetest kiss he'd ever had. Marshall didn't know Mary could be this soft, but he'd hoped. Marshall wrapped his arms tight around the curve of her waist and willingly got lost in the tender depth of her kiss. /Mary, my Mary.\\
Keeping the woman he loved as close as he could, Marshall joined her on the bed, sliding one knee between hers. Every inch of her body pressed closer against his chest, her hips rocking just a little against his. "Mary," He braced one hand low against her back, keeping her hips still against his own and went back to her lips for another kiss. Marshall needed her taste on his tongue before he tried to speak. Pulling back with a groan, he treasured the equally breathless sound on her lips and the little bite of her nails at the back of his neck. Mary wanted more of him and he was going to give her absolutely anything she wanted. But Marshall wanted every little bit of her too. "Mary, you have no idea how much this means to me. I've wanted to touch you for so damn long." He watched her face as he stroked the tips of his fingers down the curve of her cheek to tilt up her chin.
Mary's eyes fluttered and her voice caught in her throat. Her fingers were shaking as they moved to mirror his on her face. "So touch me, Marshall. We don't have to wait anymore."
He knew he was smiling as he guided her onto her back, her hair finally spread out over his pillow. "Lay back and hold on, Mare. I'm taking you up on that." Marshall rubbed his hands up her ribs to slide the length of her arms up until her fingers curled on their own around the bars of his headboard. His Mary trusted him, really trusted him enough to lay quietly under his hands and restrain herself. "That's my Mary, hold on tight for me." He'd been watching this woman for years now… where did he want to start?
Marshall smiled against her lips and decided. Every single time she ran her fingers through her hair, he had wanted to fist his hands in that hair and claim every inch of her throat with his lips. Now he finally could. Sinking all ten fingers into her hair, Marshall dragged the tip of his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw. She arched and moaned under him so prettily that he just had to give the other side the same treatment followed up with the lightest of bites over her pulse. "Marshall, please."
Mary was begging… for him… /Sweet god, yes.\\ Marshall was harder than he'd ever been in his life and neither of them had lost even one piece of clothing. "You taste so damn sweet, Mare. Give me more." Her groan vibrated his lips as he kissed his way down her throat to the open collar of her shirt. Her ribs shifted with a gasp and he lingered at the spot under his mouth. He stroked the flat of his tongue into that dip at her collarbones just to hear the gasp become a whimper. /My Mary, I've got you.\\ Marshall clenched his hands against the curve of her waist before he raised his head. The grip kept her from following his lips up. "I'm going to touch and taste every gorgeous inch of you, Mary. Think you can be that patient?"
"Fuck no, Marshall." Her hips arched up against his and they both groaned a low, desperate sound. "I want more, faster. Now." Her knees shifted, making his hips notch perfectly between her thighs to the sound of two breathless groans. "And I can tell you want it too, Marshall." She was pushing, but he couldn't help but notice and adore that her hands stayed clenched on his headboard. Mary really did trust him like this. It almost made him hurry. "Give me more,"
/No, not rushing. Loving my Mary. This is so much more than just sex. \\ "Soon enough, impatient girl. Soon enough." Marshall forced his body out from between her knees and came to his own above her. "I promised you everything, Mary. We have time for fast later, much later." He let his hands finally reach for her buttons. Years now, he wanted to unfasten these buttons. Marshall leaned down to catch her lips with his just to feel her try to follow his lips without letting go of his headboard. "Some of the time I might just rip off all your clothes and take you hard up against a wall. Would you like that, Mare?"
Now she let go. Her hands left the headboard and dug her nails into his back through his shirt. Somehow Mary managed to wrap her legs around his waist and forced her body tight against his hips. Then she growled in his ear. "I know for a fact you've got an entire closet full of clothes not ten feet away. So don't make me rip these ones off you in shreds." His arms reflexively clenched around her waist, holding her in place for the arch and rock of his hips into hers. "I mean, Jesus, Marshall, come on, already."
"No, Mary." He forced his hips still and pulled her up across his lap to claim her lips for a deliberately gentle kiss. "This is too important for both of us. I'm not taking you until I'm good and ready."
"You feel pretty… ready… to me." Her hips circled against his and her hands started to open the buttons on his shirt. "Please, Marshall. You feel… so fucking good and Goddammit, I want more." While all his concentration was on the moan on her lips and the heat of her body so close against his own, his tricksy little Mary had unbuttoned his shirt and tried to shove it off his shoulders. "Now, Marshall."
"Mary," He smiled and stole a kiss of his own for the feel of her hands clenching against the bare skin of his arms. "Yours first." He cheated, dipping his head to place a line of gentle little bites along the top edge of her tank top. "I'm not done touching you." Her hands left his skin to meet his on the front of her shirt. Together they unfastened enough buttons to peel both the dress shirt and the tank beneath off over her head. Mary. His Mary was sitting in his lap in jeans and a bra and he had never in his life seen anything so beautiful. "Mary," It was almost painful to wait the few seconds it took to peel his over shirt off so his skin could finally feel hers. Marshall pulled her tight against his chest and wrapped his arms around the warmth of her body. "Tight, Mare, hold me tighter."
"Always," Every inch of her body shifted so damn perfectly to put more of her skin against his. Mary rubbed her hands across his shoulders and up into his hair. Even her face tucked close against his, so close he could feel her breathing hitch against his ear. Marshall ran both his hands up and down the entire length of her back, feeling every warm, sweet inch of her skin. "Lose the fucking undershirt unless you want it for gun-cleaning rags."
That was his Mary. Sweet one moment and violent the next. And every inch of her was his. "Yes, ma'am." Marshall was smiling as he leaned back on his heels and peeled the cloth off over his head. That grin faded into something far deeper and more serious as he watched Mary look at him… like that. She was kneeling across his lap looking at him like he was every single Christmas present she'd ever wanted and never thought she'd get. Her fingers were shaking as she reached out for him. The hands he'd been thinking about for years were trembling as they moved to his chest, skin to glorious skin. "Mary, please."
"Shh, Marshall. I'm not done touching you." Her voice was soft, hesitant, and just as damn sweet as the slow, careful slide of all ten of her fingers from his shoulders to his belt and back up to cover his heart. Marshall hooked his fingers tightly in the belt loops of her jeans just to keep himself from rushing her now. Nothing, nothing in the entire world could possibly feel better than his Mary in his arms touching him so slowly, so damn sweetly he couldn't breathe under the heat of her palms guarding his heart. /I'm yours, Mary, every inch of me. Take whatever you want, whatever you need.\\ He couldn't just sit still under the slide of her hands over his skin, the drag of her nails. Marshall fought his nerves to a compromise and touched his hands to the smooth, warm curve of her waist just above the edge of her jeans and slowly pulled her closer until her arms curled around his neck and every inch of exposed skin was touching.
She was burning him alive, and that was before she reached for his lips with a low, desperate groan of his name. Marshall buried himself in her kiss, welcoming the peaceful dance of her tongue against his. Urgency snuck up on him. It wasn't enough. He needed more of her skin, more of her kiss, more of her taste and warmth. And he needed it now. Marshall found himself dragging her bra out of the way and finally stroked his tongue over the softest, sweetest skin on the planet. And all to the sound of Mary's voice calling out his name. /Delicious,\\
Every inch of her body arched, shivered and trembled in his arms. Her nails dug into the back of his neck and her legs tightened around his waist. It wasn't enough. Marshall would never get enough of her.
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So fucking hot. Marshall was burning her alive and it was so damn perfect she couldn't breathe, or speak, or think. Her mind couldn't manage anything other than his name and the word more. She adored the feel of his skin under her hands, the stillness and strength of his muscles shifting under her fingers. Mary fucking loved the look of desperate need in his eyes as his hands touched the naked skin of her waist. She loved that this stubborn strong-willed man was fighting his every nerve to let her explore at her pace.
She loved even more that his control shredded under the stroke of her hands, the grip of her arms, and the warmth of her kiss. Marshall growled low and sweet against her tongue and attacked her bra. Mary was the one almost growling as his tongue finally burned a hot, wet path over her nerves. Her body nearly shook itself apart at the heat and pull of his mouth finally, finally on her breast. She clung to his neck just to stay upright because she would do anything for one more second of his touch, for just a little more of her Marshall. Her man.
Strong hands cupped her hips, forcing her higher on her knees and up off his lap before sliding up her back in a drag of heat. His fingers spread wide against her ribs to keep her from wiggling back against his hips. And she was trying to get back down against him. The feel of her Marshall wanting her, fully erect even through two layers of jeans was just too damn good to give up willingly. But then those smart-alec, trivia spouting lips felt pretty fucking good too. And his tongue… /Goddamnit, yes.\\
"Mary," He looked up at her with those eyes and it was like he wanted her to melt right here in his lap. "You taste delicious, so perfect. I want more… all of you." Marshall loosened his grip just enough to let her steal a kiss before he curved his hands around her upper thighs and guided her back up against his chest. And even the heat of his fingers through the fabric wasn't enough to distract her from trying to get back to his hips. "We'll get… there… but I've got so much more I want to do with you first." Marshall gave her eyes that were filled with a glorious mixture of heat and patience. It was so fucking hard to resist pushing for more, faster. If she could just get her fingers to the zipper of his jeans, Mary knew she could get him to hurry.
If his kiss could set her on fire, she could only imagine the heat of holding him naked inside her body. "Marshall," Her hips arched, circling against his body just to feel his hands tighten and hear his low groan. "I'm not that patient a person and …Goddammit, I want you."
"Oh, you're getting me, Mary. There's no doubt about that." His low chuckle shook against her ribs and made her eyes fall closed. She'd never in her life imagined that she could make him sound like that. "Before either one of us goes to sleep tonight, you're going to have me any damn way you want me." He gave her a wide smile before he pressed a sweet, hot kiss right over her heart. "But I'm not rushing… not yet." Marshall licked his lips and guided her nipple into his mouth for a quick, hard pull and a pointed lick. "First, I want you out of those jeans."
"You're getting naked if I have to cut yours off after I handcuff you to the headboard." Mary let his hands hold her still, but ran her hands up and down the corded strength of his arms. "Just so you know."
"Agreed, but I think we should save the handcuffs for a different time." Those strong hands shifted, his fingers somehow finding responsive nerves even through the denim. "Lay back, Mary, and lift your hips."
Just the sound of his voice sent a shiver up her back as he guided her down onto his sheets and reached for her belt. /Finally… finally going to feel him.\\ Her back arched as his fingers pulled down the zipper and unfastened the button, lifting to help him drag the jeans and underwear down the length of her thighs to be thrown over his shoulder. His eyes wandered over her body and it was like a hot laser burning over her skin. Even without a single inch of his skin against hers, Mary felt like she was about to spontaneously combust. "Marshall, please."
His sudden smile only put the heat in her blood higher. Then he rested one strong hand on her bare thigh and she felt the trembling move through her entire body. "Please what, my Mary? What do you want?"
/You, Damnit, now. Touching. Skin.\\ Words just weren't happening. He'd stolen her ability to speak with the heat of that one hand on her leg and the fire in his eyes. She groaned and wrapped her shaking fingers around his wrist and dragged him up over her body. The heat of his body against hers forced just a little breath out of her lungs. "Marshall," Tighter, she needed him closer, hotter… now. Mary wrapped every inch of her hungry skin around the lean, hard muscles of his naked upper body. The sound on his lips only made speaking harder. Then his hands dragged heat up the length of her thighs to clench on her waist, rubbing jean clad hips into hers. "Jesus, Marshall, more."
He pressed a kiss to her lips, but pulled back before she could get more than a quick taste. Marshall laughed, low and sweet against her skin, making her thighs tightened against the lean strength of his ribs. "Tell me, Mary. I'm not taking you until you ask for it."
No more waiting. "Marshall," Mary shifted her grip on his shoulders and pinned him between her body and his mattress. "God, Marshall, stop torturing me." She adored the wide, happy smile on his lips as his hands clenched where hers had been on the headboard. Lean, strong muscle. Smooth, hot skin. And it was finally all hers to touch, taste, and explore. "My Marshall, all mine."
He groaned into her kiss, arching under the pressure of her hips over his. "Take what you need, my sweet Mary. I'm yours." He was hers and she was taking him. Inch by strong gorgeous inch.
"Hold on tight, Marshall. Now it's my turn." Mary sat up across his hips, helplessly rocking against the erection she wanted inside her more than anything. "God, I love that you want me this much." His hips matched the movement, driving a breathless little moan to her lips. "Gonna feel so fucking good to finally have you." She forced her hips still and leaned down over him to run hungry hands over every single inch of his lean chest. "Jesus, you feel so fucking good."
"Touch me, Mary, before I take back control and take you." The growl on his lips pulled her close for a kiss and Marshall responded eagerly. Those lips and that tongue tried to steal her control with a rush of heat and need. Mary would never get enough of kissing Marshall. Not in a million years. Burying both hands in his hair, she deepened the kiss, trying to explore every single inch of his amazing mouth. It wasn't enough. Mary needed more. Dragging her lips from his with a groan, she kissed her way down the arched line of his throat to the sound of his ragged breath. "Mary, please."
/Not yet, Marshall, I'm not done.\\ Mary braced her hands low on his stomach, giving him a smile before running her lips and tongue over every single muscular line of his chest. She loved the feel of him under her lips, against her teeth. She adored the salt and sweet of his skin under her tongue. Mary wrapped her lips around each nipple, stroked her tongue over his shooting scar. And through it all, Marshall moaned, growled and arched for her without once letting go of the headboard. /That's my Marshall, need me, need more.\\ She smiled against his ribs and kissed a line over his chest to feel his heart pounding under her tongue. "I've got you, Marshall. Gonna touch and taste every inch of you. Think you can be that patient for me?"
"I'll try, if you give me another kiss." Marshall was staring down his chest at her and licked his lips. She was never going to be able to look at his mouth again without wanting a kiss. "Mary, get up here." Mary shook her head and spent another few moments licking her way down his stomach to press a simple kiss right above his belt buckle. Under the light scrape of her teeth over his skin, he broke. Strong hands caught in her hair a second before she was lifted across his ribs and into an embrace. "My Mary, need you, need more." Marshall cupped her face in trembling fingers and pulled her into a deep, wild kiss. He was drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.
It was a new goal in her life to make damn sure that Marshall got everything he ever needed or wanted, and kisses were just the beginning of what she wanted to give him. "That's my good boy, now hold on tight."
He weakly dragged his hands off her skin and curled his fingers around the headboard with a low, delicious growl. "Better hurry, Mary, I'm close to breaking."
/Good, I can't wait to steal all your control.\\ Mary just smiled into a kiss over his heart before teasing each of his nipples with a stroke of her tongue and a nibble of her teeth. She adored the helpless arching of his back and rocking of his hips. That was right, he was still dressed. Time to changed that fucking fact. Mary hid a wide smile against the skin of his stomach, dragging her tongue across the skin just above his jeans. Her fingers fought the buckle, button and zipper under the cover of her hair spread out over his waist. "That's my Marshall, hold on a little longer." Finally she got her fingers around the erection he'd been teasing her with for what felt like hours. And the way he felt in her hands… /Jesus, yes, Marshall.\\ Hot, hard, smooth, it jerked against her fingers with the thrust of his hips. Nothing had ever felt better than Marshall in her hands, except just maybe the way his hands fisted in her hair and the sound of his voice.
"Oh sweet fuck, Mary! Damnit, please!" Every single inch of his body reacted to the helpless tightening and stroking of her fingers up and down his length.
That was what she wanted every goddamn day for the rest of their lives, Marshall so close and feeling so damn good.
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