Characters/Pairings: Mary/Marshall
Rating: M (Yes, that's right.)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Everything to date
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. Never have, never will. I'm unemployed and broke, so don't sue - there's no point. Big love to David Maples for creating characters we love so much. Also, if I had my way, this would've happened a LONG TIME AGO.
Chapter 7
Tuesday night
Salt Lake City
Mary was finishing up her shower, and about to turn the water off when she heard the bathroom door open. Turning, she saw Marshall enter the room, his eyes molten with desire.
"Marshall..."
"I'm done screwing around, Mary. I'm tired of playing it safe, of not getting what I want. I want you, Mary."
"Marshall, I...it's not a good idea. It won't work."
Marshall began unbuttoning his shirt, having already left his boots outside the bathroom. Pulling his shirttail from his jeans, he moved towards the shower. "Mary, when I decide I want something to work, I make it work. I've put up with you all these years, haven't I? That's because I want it to work. And now, I want more."
Mary was taken aback by the amount of force in his voice. His eyes were the color of the ocean, the North Atlantic, miles from land, an intense, liquid navy blue. Her knees were starting to weaken, and she wasn't prone to knee-weakening. She hadn't been with someone since Raph, and that need to do some cowboy was still rattling around in her head. As Marshall's shirt hit the floor and his hands moved to his jeans, all rational thought left her brain. This man, her best friend, was asking to be her lover. And he was promising her he could make it work. He was the only person she trusted.
Pulling the shower curtain aside, she beckoned him into the shower, watching as he lowered his jeans and boxer shorts to the ground. Her breath caught at the sight of him, baring himself to her. God, he's beautiful, she thought. She'd seen him in shorts only the day before, but the view without was something to behold indeed. Lean, long and hard was how she'd describe him...all of him.
As he stepped into the shower, she turned to him. It was now or never. "I'm scared," she whispered.
"I know you are, Mar, but you can trust me." He lowered his mouth to hers, and a flame raced down her spine as their lips met. She pulled him closer, opening her mouth to him. His hands were on her ass, her back, and then, her breasts. And then, his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and began working their way down her body. She moaned, softly, as his mouth found her breast, and one hand moved between her legs. His other arm was around her waist, keeping her upright.
Her own hands had explored his back, his firm ass, and were about to move to his front when his head had moved to her breast, so she had to content herself, for now, with keeping them in his hair. His head shifted to her other breast, and one of his fingers entered her, then two. The pressure was building, she could feel it pooling in her gut, as he used his thumb on her clit, alternating between circling and flicking it. Her breath quickened, and her hands moved back down his body, this time in front, as she used her fingers on his nipples, mimicking his own actions.
Her orgasm hit her like fireworks, first small, and then big, explosions of pleasure one after another. Marshall's mouth returned to hers, and her hands stilled on his chest. Her breathing ragged, she heard herself say, "Well, that was unexpected."
Marshall grinned, and chuckled. "Bet you didn't know I could do that, did you?"
Trying to regain some sense of...something, she looked down at his still fully erect penis, and said, "Let's say I had some ideas about other parts of your anatomy, but I didn't expect your hands to be so..."
"Talented?" He finished for her.
"Yes, but I'm noticing that you, cowboy, have been sorely neglected in this process." A smirk crossed her face, "We cannot let that continue." She pulled his head towards hers, capturing his mouth in a kiss as her left hand moved around to cup his ass, and her right moved to caress his penis. He was hard, smooth and rough, all at once. Her lips blazed a trail down his neck, onto his chest, and down his washboard stomach. She could feel his quick intake of breath as she nipped at his hip bones, and then, when she blew on the tip of his penis, she heard her name, "Oh, God, Mary. Don't stop."
Mary woke to the sound of her name. Looking around to orient herself, she heard it again. "Mary, ohmygod, Mary..." She looked at the bed next to her, and saw Marshall, sound asleep, and clearly having a very interesting dream, judging by the tent in the sheet. A dream in which she played a starring role it seemed, unless he had another Mary in his life. A smile crossed her face. Well, she thought, it was nice to see him having inappropriate dreams about her. She'd had a few about him of late as well.
...
Wednesday morning
5 am
The incessant beeping of the alarm drifted into Marshall's consciousness. He reached for the phone to turn the alarm off. He was suddenly aware of his surroundings, and of his half-mast erection. He'd had a particularly lewd dream involving his partner last night. God, he hoped she wasn't awake yet to see his present state. He shifted in the bed, and opened his eyes a crack. Mary was still asleep, or at least, she looked that way. After a few more minutes in bed, with his eyes closed, Marshall stepped out of bed, and headed for the shower, trying not to disturb Mary.
He walked across the room, and after he entered the bathroom, Mary opened her eyes. The alarm had woken her up, but knowing she couldn't look at him right away without totally blowing her cover, she opted to lay there, imagining things to come. If his dreams were about her, well, maybe it was time to rethink this whole "can't love Marshall" path she'd chosen. She heard him turn the shower on, and decided to go get coffee for the morning. It was going to be a long day, possibly a long couple of days. Right now they needed to focus on work, but as soon as they were done, she mused, she was going to make some changes.
