Thanks for the reviews! Wow, I can't believe it's been this long since I last posted to this story. In this chapter, Mary already gave birth to their baby.
Mary Shannon sat on the chair with her feet propped onto the foot rest with her two month old son – Marshall Seth Mann – in her arms, holding him against her bosom, breastfeeding.
She was rubbing his chubby cheek as he stared at her with his sleepy blue eyes, she smiled down at him and cooed, "Hey little guy, have I told you how much I love you, today?"
She smiled at the question she had just uttered in her joy as a mother, she knew he wouldn't answer her, but she was what Marshall would call 'bonding' with her child.
Her finger continued the circular motion around his cheek until she felt a gaze upon her, she looked up and found Marshall leaning against the door jamb, looking at her and their child, "What are you doing there? Pervis…did she go down okay?"
"Yeah, she went down with only one story," he mumbled as he continued his perch.
"Don't just stand there, come in, Doofus."
"You shouldn't call me that in front of my son, that could possibly be his first words," he mock scowled at the mother of his child, he sat on the foot rest and draped her legs over his thighs, he pulled in closer, until his knees hit the chair.
She chuckled at him and continued to look at the new member of her family, "He's so perfect."
"He is that," the proud father said as he ran a few fingers through his dark locks.
Mary's eyes moved up to his fingers and she grinned at him, "Same hair too."
"Don't I know it, I was hoping he was a blonde, to match his mother," he muttered as he leaned over his child to press a chaste kiss on her lips.
She closed her eyes and leaned closer to him, the hand that had been tracing circled on the child's cheek moved to hold him against her as she traced his lips with her tongue, causing him to groan and open his mouth for her exploration.
Marshall tore his lips after a few seconds of mind numbing kissing, dropping a kiss on top of the baby's crown as he pulled back, "God, you drive me crazy."
Her smile widened to a grin and nodded, "I know."
He looked down at their son and then over to her exposed breast, they had almost tripled in size since she gave birth, he moved his hand over to her breast and traced a finger over it, "You're beautiful."
She snorted, causing the child to release the nipple, she pulled him up and he latched on again as he looked up at her in confusion, "Sorry, your father just…I don't even know how to explain him."
He chuckled and nodded, "Don't mind her little man, you'll get used to her, just like I did."
She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, "You're asking for it."
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he leered at her breasts, "Yes I am."
Groaning she leaned her head against the back of the chair and moaned, "What if I'm not ready?"
He groaned and rested his forehead against her knee, "I can wait, I waited a long time for you Sunshine, a few more weeks…I'll be fine."
"Liar!" she chuckled at his strangled groan, but when she looked at him, she knew he was serious about waiting. She wasn't going to wait longer, she only waited this long because she needed to get the diaphragm from her OB-GYN, which she got back that morning.
Looking down at her child, she noticed that his eyes were closed and he was no longer latched onto her breast. She reached out for a wipe and cleaned herself up, Marshall reached for his son and tucked him into the crook of his arm, cradling the baby. He walked to the crib and set him down, making sure nothing was close to him, laid a blanket over his lap.
Mary wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and looked over his shoulder at their child, "He's perfect."
"Just like you and Norah," he murmured as he traced the chubby cheek. He turned in her embrace and held her against him, "I love you Mare, more than any words ever uttered from one man to the love of his life."
She rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Let's go to bed."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Really?"
She nodded and pulled him behind her, pushing him into their bedroom. After their last huge quarrel, Marshall had finally moved the rest of his things into Mary's house, making it their home. Their dynamic wouldn't let them live life without having a regular dose of arguments, but they wouldn't have it any other way.
The name of their child had been a constant argument after the other.
"No, I don't want my child to be another joke in the force, I had enough with the Marshal Marshall jokes," Marshall fought vehemently as he shook his head.
Mary growled, "He's my child too, I want him to be named after you. You're the best Marshal in the service, why wouldn't you want the same for your child?"
"You don't play fair Mare, I had and still have to listen to people snicker when I tell them my name," he sighed frustrated, "Why can't we name him something else? Like my father, Seth or my grandfather, Marcus?"
"Because Seth and Marcus are not this child's father, you are!" Mary walked over to Marshall and wrapped her arms – as best she could – around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. He caved and leaned down to kiss her on the offered lips.
"I love you Marshall, and I want my child – if it's a boy – to be named after the best man I have ever met," she murmured into his mouth as he slanted his lips to deepen the kiss.
He was breathing hard when he pulled away, "You don't play fair, love."
"When have I ever played fair, Doofus?"
He pushed her against the closed door, gently, he nudged her mouth open, and urged her tongue to dance with his. Lightheaded with the effect she had on him, he shifted his stance to steady himself. She tilted her head, and he took advantage.
It had been roughly almost four months since he had touched her, and he was desperate to have her.
Her tongue danced along his in perfect synchronized harmony, he couldn't get enough, he pulled her away from the door and walked her back toward the bed, lowering her onto his lap, "I didn't think I'd ever have you again."
"Anxious to get in here, are you?" she undulated her hips to get a reaction from him, he hissed at her gyrations enough to send him into an aroused mess.
"If I say yes, can you get naked now and get it over with?" he chuckled at her glare. "Kidding, I've waited this long to have you, I'm not taking any shortcuts."
"You better not," she sighed then pushed him back onto the bed. Her breasts flattened against his chest. "I'm not the same, there's quite a bit of me left from the baby. I haven't lost all the baby weight."
Marshall pushed her back slightly, "You're kidding me, right? You're no longer the hot supermodel I first bedded?"
"Are you trying not to get laid, buster?" she growled down at him, tried to get off him in mock anger, he gripped her shoulders and rolled them both over until she lay beneath him.
He was nestled between her thighs, "No, I would be stupid if I did that. I want you, baby fat…"
"Humph, fat?" she poked his ribs, causing him to wiggle and giggle.
"The more of you there is, the more I can hold and touch. Nothing on you would ever be a turn off, just being you is a huge turn on for me," he murmured, reassuring her of his intensions.
Marshall leaned down, kissed her and struggled to be rid of his shirt, then his hands immediately went to the lapels of her robe.
Her body surrounded him, making him want to bare her skin to him and lick her all over. He cupped her heavy breasts, her nipples stiffened beneath his palms, he rubbed circles over them until she whimpered, "Don't play too much with them, they're hyper sensitive."
"God, I want you, Mare," he kissed her jaw, down her neck, he continued his ministrations on her breasts and she groaned, arched into his touch.
"I want you…don't stop," her fingers ran up and down his back, then beneath his PJ's around the waist, he swore as she took him into her hands.
"It's going to end too soon, if you keep doing that," he growled into the crook of her neck, panting in deep gulps of air. Her hands were an aphrodisiac all on their own.
He pulled her hands free and slid off the bed, pulling her along with him. With his mouth sealed to hers, he untied the robe and pushed it off her shoulders to pool at her feet. As soon as it was off, he reached for her and pulled her close, he growled at the feel of her firm bare skin.
"Oh, damn," he'd forgotten she was naked beneath the robe, he sucked in another lungful of air, but her scent filled his senses, so it didn't help calm him down.
"Don't stop," she moaned into his neck.
"You're so…perfect," as much as he wanted to dive between her legs, he wanted to slow things down and enjoy every second.
She knocked his hand away, and went to work on the drawstrings at his waist, he stood blinking down at her, she shoved his PJ bottoms down, then stepped up to him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
Mary wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, groaning at the pleasure of having her in his arms. She arched against his hardness, pressing him onto her abdomen, tore her lips from his to mutter, "I need you."
He could only manage shallow panting breaths as he looked down at her, she kissed him again as he pulled her up into his arms, he settled her on the middle of the bed and he leaned on his elbows to smile down at her, "Do I need anything?"
She shook her head, her passion had reached a point of no return, she couldn't speak as she reached between them and took him in her hand, "Get in me."
He moaned as he touched her, she was so ready for him. So hot. He kneed her thighs apart as he settled against her, looking down at her, she arched her back and he slid inside. He felt wonderful being back inside of her, and for a moment he couldn't move and his toes curled.
"Mary…damn, you feel so tight. So good."
He cradled her face in both palms, whispering adoration, be began to move and almost immediately he found a rhythm that sent her bucking against him. Before he could feel the end rushing up on him, he rolled them over and let her take over. With her hovering over him, he could touch freely. Her beautiful flushed breasts swung with every move she made tempted him to hold them as he suckled first one, then the other deep into his mouth, stroke the soft skin, tug on the textured peaks.
She gasped as she arched over him, her hands on either side of his head, the climax hit her hard and then collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. He adjusted his hips and moved inside her as much as he could, she held onto his biceps.
"Again," she whispered against his neck.
He held her steady and thrust long and slow, below her, keeping her hips still as he plunged deep and hard, she shuddered and moaned with her second orgasm. Her body tightened and clamped around him, and he could no longer control his own pleasure. Guiding her onto her side facing him in the center of their bed, he rolled his hips back and forth, giving himself just enough friction to slide over the edge.
He covered her mouth with his as he spilled his desire inside her, along with a rumbling growl from his throat.
Finally, the spasms of pleasure diminished and he blinked her back into view.
"Are you okay?" he murmured into her mouth, as she nipped his lower lip.
She nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. I love you."
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, before leaving her body and pulling her against his body, "I love you too. But you need to sleep, Marshall will be up in a few hours."
Mary closed her eyes and nodded, drifting off to sleep against his chest.
TBC...? I'll play it by ear...