Thanks for the reviews! I know, I know...you probably expected a bigger reveal, but honestly wanted Mary and Ben (at the beginning Mary calls Ben 'Bill' because his name is Benjamin Franklin like the $100 dollar bill, hence Bill, but his name really is Ben) to finally get to Albuquerque. (don't worry I have my reasons) The kiss had to happen this way, spontaneous...cuz that's the only way Marshall would have the...um...cajones to do it...same reason why Mary reacted that way as well...no worries, I have a storyline I'm trying to follow...I honestly never really like Abigail so I might not add her in too much, just enough to bug me...
Mary jumped off the desk and walked around him. Opening the door with her head down to cover her blushing face she almost ran to the restroom. She hurriedly walked in and locked the door. What the hell was that?! He's ENGAGED! Whispering softly, "Oh my god, oh my god, what the hell was that about? What am I going to do now?"
Her dream had finally come true, but at what cost, her conscious screamed. Yeah, she had finally done what she had been dreaming for the past couple of months, she couldn't even pinpoint when the dreams started. One thing she was sure of, they had began way before the balcony talk.
Back in his office Marshall had his back to the door, "Are you alright?" asked Stan.
"I don't know" shrugging Marshall touched his lips and walked around to sit behind his desk.
Stan nodded understanding, "Do I need to know?"
Shaking his head, "Nothing to know about, why don't you go back to your hotel while I brief Mary and Ben?"
Marshall sat behind his desk alone in his office, he had always dreamt about this moment. Thinking about how long he longed to kiss Mary and when it finally happened, it happened at the most inopportune time. He was getting married!
He got up and paced like a caged lion, thinking about the ways that what had just happened went against every moral he was raised with. He had just cheated on his fiancée! Running his fingers through his hair he groaned and sat heavily on his chair. Elbows on his desk with his fingers tangled in his hair.
Thinking back, he couldn't even pinpoint a moment when he first had his first dream about his then partner. Because even now engaged to another woman, he still had dreams of holding her, loving her. It's too late! his conscious scolded. He groaned at the memory of a long time dream.
He had just gotten off his horse, walked over were she stood watching him, waiting for him. Mary moved into him. She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. He jumped at her touch. He could see that she knew how he felt. The effect she had on him. But she wasn't aware of the effect he had on her.
He could see her hand slid down his arm, then up again. She moved it down over his side, across his ribs. He took in a ragged breath as she neared his waist. She softly touched him, moving her hand down over the outside of his thigh and around to his ass. She pulled him close and he chuckled at her strangled groan at the feel of him as hard as steel.
Mary nuzzled in closer to his form. She moved her hands up to smooth over the muscles of his chest and through his soft hair. His heart raced under her palm. He moved his hand up and gently covered hers.
"I won't be gentle. I can't rein in my need once it's set loose" he growled deep into her hair.
He felt her press a kiss to his shoulder, breathing heavily into his neck. Her hot breathe made him shudder as the desire shot through him like fireworks.
"I don't care. I like it rough"
She sucked in a sharp breath as his hands brushed against her breasts. Then with a ragged sound in the back of his throat, he hauled her even closer into his arms and kissed her. She didn't resist. It was inevitable. He knew it as well as she did. The energy that flowed between them, that had been there since the first time he walked into the hotel, was too real to be ignored.
She kissed him back. He kissed her again and again. Each time harder and deeper. Until neither wanted to break apart. They clung to each other, wordlessly, mindlessly. Taking only a moment to come up for air, she parted her lips and welcomed him in, again and again. Their tongues meeting over and over again.
He got all that and more. She was as warm and generous and passionate. She wound her arms around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him down, bringing him closer still. Their bodies meshed as if they were made for each other. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, his arousal pressed against her belly. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
He slid his hands under her shirt to cup her breasts. So full, they fit so perfectly in his hands. She gasped and tugged at his shirt. Impatient, he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her towards the barn and into an empty stable.
He needed more. To see her. All of her. Open and exposed to his hungry gaze. He moved his hands down, running his fingers over her ribs and down her flat stomach. She moaned and shuddered under his touch. His mouth slanted, demanding more of her kiss. Gripping her ass, he ground his hips into hers again and she gasped.
Pushing her down onto the floor of the empty stable. Marshall pinned her down with his body, his lips were brutal as they captured hers, his mouth hot. She kissed him back, her eager response making him groan and lift his head.
"God Mare, I want you so much!"
He said nothing more, his mouth devoured her as his hand slipped between their bodies. He opened her pants and pushed them down her hips and legs. Kissing her jaw, he moved down to her exposed breasts. He looked up to see her face as he fastened onto a nipple, suckled hard and she arched closer to him, holding his head against her breast.
Her sounds pushed his need to the limit. He pushed up and brought his body above hers. He looked down and some of her blonde hair clung to her face where perspiration had popped out on her forehead. Staring into her eyes, loving the desire that shone in her green gaze, he placed his hardness at her entrance.
She looked at him and he felt her hold her breath as he separated her folds when he pressed forward. He felt his body ignite and a cry tore from her throat as he filled her achingly slow. A pleasure swamped him when her screams turned to whimpers of pleasure when he buried himself to the hilt. Marshall swooped in and captured Mary's mouth in a fierce, hot kiss meant to burn them both together in mindless need. He ate at her like a man possessed, praying she would accept his claim.
"I want to watch you come" he whispered into her mouth, his voice rough. He drove into her body at the same time he tweaked a nipple to the edge of pain. Her orgasm built like a flash fire, sudden and combustible. She convulsed around his hardness. He moved faster as her body clenched around his hard flesh, losing his own tightly held control. Sweat slicked between their bodies.
Mary clung to him while he slammed in and out of her, all control lost. He reached down and latched onto her right nipple, suckling it, drawing moans and pleas from her to keep going.
He snarled and moved up to her shoulder. Marshall couldn't resist the urge and sank his teeth into her flesh, suckling deep.
"Oh God!" Mary cried out when he pumped his release into her. The resulting jerk of her hips made her body clamp down on his hardness until black spots swam in his vision.
Sliding down the door she sat there until a knock sounded outside the door, "Mary? Are you alright?"
Ben stood outside waiting for a reply.
"I'm fine, I'll be right out." Mary leaned her head back then got up. She splashed water in her face and walked out. Ben was still standing outside the restroom. She rolled her eyes at him and walked side by side towards Marshall's office.
"What happened? Why'd you run off like that?" Ben kept shooting her sideway glances.
She looked warily at her partner and blushed, "Don't worry about it"
Marshall looked up as his inspectors walked into his office and blushed saying, "Mary…"
"Chief, we need to brief you and then Ben and I are going to our homes and sleeping till at least noon." Mary managed to cut him off. No need to talk about the elephant in the room with Ben sitting in said room.
"Of course, why don't you tell me everything?"
It took two hours for the partners to brief Marshall. After answering all of his questions Mary and Ben got up and walked to their desks. Delia and Stan long gone, Delia home and Stan to his hotel.
Picking up their stuff Mary was rounding her desk when Marshall walked out of his office. "Mary, can you spare me a moment?"
Mary groaned inwardly, "See you later partner, and make sure to get some sleep."
Ben stood and curiously stared at her, nodded and walked out the door.
Following Marshall back into his office Mary stops on the threshold, "What's up Chief?"
"I want to apologize about earlier, I-I don't know what came over me", Marshall blushed and couldn't meet her eyes.
"As far as I'm concerned, it never happened."
Marshall looked up startled, "What do you mean it never happened?"
Anger, arousal and embarrassment shot through her body, "No need to apologize about something that never happened. Now I'm going home to sleep and then take the girls out for breakfast."
He sputtered, angry that she could dismiss what happened, "Don't you think we should discuss it?"
"If it never happened, why discuss it?" she defiantly looked away.
"Why don't you want to talk about it?" he challenged
Looking back at him, she stared into his eyes, "You're getting married, I think that's reason enough."
Shocked he saw her walk out of his office. Then heard her say as she walked out of the door, "Don't expect me back till noon!"
Once outside Mary almost ran to her car, the emotions rolling around were wrecking havoc on her body. Getting into her car she turned it on, leaned her head on the steering wheel letting a few tears slid out.
She cried all the way home, why'd he have to kiss me! Damn it Marshall! But her conscious wouldn't let her blame it all on him, why'd you kiss him back? Finally letting go of all the pent up emotions she had been holding for the past couple of years, with a sob she could admit that she was in love with her former partner.
Marshall sat in his office replaying over and over the kiss he had shared with Mary. Fuck! Why'd I have to finally kiss her? I have a FIANCEE for goodness sake. Running his fingers through his hair he wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he needed to figure it out before the wedding.
She kissed me back, he kept reliving the moment. Touching his lips and closing his eyes, he had finally gotten what he had wished for, for many years. To kiss Mary Shannon. Kiss? That was NOT a kiss, that-that was a full blown make out session! exclaimed his conscious.
He went home thinking about Mary. About the change that had started that morning. Stopping at a red light he pounded the steering wheel, much like when he had gone to Mary's after learning of Mark and Norah's fender bender. I'm fucking engaged! There will be no change. The wedding is in a month. I love Abigail! he thought without conviction.
Giving up on that thought he arrived home and lay down on the sofa. He couldn't get into bed with Abigail. He felt like it would be a betrayal, but he wasn't sure if it was to Abigail or Mary. Mary, his conscious supplied.
TBC