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Rays of light came in through the curtains, making the blonde groan and roll away from the light, rolling straight into Marshall's chest, waking him with a groan in the process, "Humph."

She rubbed her eyes and looked up at his blue bleary eyes, he smiled at her, blinking away the remaining traces of sleep, "Hey Sunshine."

"Hey"

He lifted his head enough to look at the clock on the bedside table, he groaned, "Seriously Mare? It's only six in the morning, I would've thought after no sleep for the better part of two days that you'd sleep like the dead until at least noon."

She growled and pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs as she settled on him, pressing kisses to his chest, "I blame your damn curtains, if you expect me to live here, there will have to be some changes."

Marshall tensed beneath her, he had wanted to ask her to move in, knew he had to convince her. Since the minute he found her he had tried to come up with ways to convince her to move in, making her think it was her idea had crossed his mind, but never in a million years did he dream that she would willingly move in with him without being coaxed into it.

Mary felt him stiffen under her, she lifted her head and looked up at him quizzically, tilting her head she asked, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, still in shock, she had rendered him speechless, his eyes round as saucers looking up at her.

"Oh, my God! I didn't even think about it, look forget I mentioned it. We should...um...take it slow," she said nonchalantly with a shrug, sitting up ready to get off him, she had misunderstood his head shake for a negative, that he didn't want her to move in. I'm such an ass, assuming he wants me to live with him. Desperate much Shannon? she inwardly scolded herself.

Marshall held her hips against his to prevent her from getting off, he shook his head again, unable to come up with a response, afraid that she would run again because she thought he didn't want her, afraid of what he would say if he didn't think it through, but he was beyond thoughts, so he blurted, "Marry me!"

Mary reeled back in shock, her eyes widen and she tried to get off him again, but he held on to her. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her body, managing to press her whole body against his, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I love you Mary Shannon, marry me." he whispered into her mouth, her green locked with his blue gaze. God, please say yes. I need you in my life.

She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, she closed them and rested her forehead against his, bringing her hands around his shoulders. She shook her head to clear it and pressed her lips over his, she smirked whispering, "Seriously Doofus, aren't you the boy scout? Don't you have an etiquette booklet or something? Isn't there a chapter in there about a man that's proposing going down on one knee? You definitely disappoint me Cowboy."

"Huh?" he looked at her confused.

"And I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a question, not a statement," she sassed at him, holding him close with her hands around the nape of his neck.

He arched an eyebrow at her, finally understanding what she was talking about and grinned, "Was that a yes?"

Tilting her head back she laughed at him and shook her head, "I don't know, maybe I should think about it."

Leaning down towards him, she pressed her mouth over his, he opened for her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, their tongues rubbed together, causing them both to moan in appreciation. They continued to kiss for a long time, slow sweet kisses, the sort of kisses she never gave or ever received until she kissed Marshall Mann. I could kiss this Mann forever.

She pulled back, eyes still closed, a tear fell free and rolled down her cheek. He lifted a hand and wiped the tear with his thumb, "Why the tears Sunshine?"

"I love you Marshall," she tucked her face into the crook of his neck and murmured as she tighten her arms around him.

He held her close and rocked them back and forth, they didn't speak, they knew that words were not necessary.

She sniffled and croaked, "Yes."

For the second time in his life, Mary Shannon had shocked him speechless, he stiffen yet again and she lifted her face away from his neck. She looked into his blue eyes and with a slight tremble to her voice she said, "Yes."

"God Mare, I wanted this to be so damn special," he kissed her fast and hard, suckling her tongue before thrusting into her mouth possessively, taking what he now believed to be only his.

Marshall rolled them over, moving along with her until he was leaning over her, the kiss never ceased in its urgency. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and tilted her head up, pressing deeper drugging kisses, coaxing moans and groans from her. She moved under him, arching her body against his, rubbing her pelvis to his. He tilted his hips and pressed onto her, groaning in desperate need.

Mary was burning alive under him, she tighten her legs around him and arched yet again, making him moan in need. Her hands held him close, but she needed him closer. She wrapped her hands on his biceps, she pressed down.

She tore her mouth from his, "Marshall, please!"

He kissed down to her jaw, nibbling down to below her ear before settling on her neck, he suckled and murmured, "Tell me what you need."

"You...God, I need to feel all of you," she moaned when he suckled harder on her neck, she arched to give him more room.

Reaching down he pulled her tank top up and she raised her arms when he jerked it up, tossing it as it freed her hands. He lowered his mouth to the mounds and suckled at tender sensitive flesh.

"Ahhh..." she yelled in pleasure, her nails buried in his hair, pulling him closer.

Marshall tore at his pajamas and the rest of hers. Their bodies becoming one instantly, both in rupture.

Mary lay in sated bliss, rubbing a her finger in circular motions around his wound. The wound that had been part of the reason that had made her run away from him, the thought of losing him had been too great to bear. Knowing that if it had managed to take him away from her, that she would have been lost forever. And now realizing how much she loved him, she didn't know if it would be more difficult to try to live a life with Marshall in it or if she should walk out and disappear completely this time.

Sensing her dark thoughts Marshall woke and shifted under her, making her aware of his presence. She moved her head and rested her chin on his chest, looking at his cerulean eyes. Mary stared into his fathomless eyes and knew her answer lay in them. She smiled at him and murmured, "I love you so damn much it hurts."

Marshall's eyes filled and he blinked the tears away, "Ditto, ma Cherie."

She moved up and pressed her lips over his, caressing his lips with hers, giving him all her love in one simple innocent kiss. He moved his hand from her lower back up to the nape of her neck, holding her against his lips. He nibbled on her lower lip and turned the innocent kiss into a carnal need for them both.

Mary tore her lips free and pressed her lips to his chest, looking up at him she looked at his swollen lips and moved up to press a chaste kiss, her eyes met his and she asked, "Why haven't you called your mother?"

He tensed under her body and looked away, closing his eyes on a heavy sigh. She moved her hand to his cheek, with a caress she pressed into his cheek to turn his face back to hers. Moving up, she rested on her elbow to look down at him, "Marshall, you promised me this conversation."

Marshall nodded, covering her hand with his before moving her hand over his lips, he pressed a kiss to her palm, "I...there were some things said, I really hoped you had forgotten."

"If you hurt, I hurt. If we're going to give this," she moved her hand between them. "a try...I know I'm not known for being open, but I don't want to be the cause for you not calling your mother."

"I don't want you to hurt, ever. I just...if I call her, she'll want me to talk to my father. I don't know if I can, at least not right now," he murmured as she met his blue gaze.

"Why don't you want to talk to your father?" she persisted. What little she had learned by sitting next to him back on The B Place, she had actually liked. He had been a man of little words, something that she respected, especially when she was digging into her favorite BBQ ribs. What little he said, made sense, at least to her. The fact that he had been concerned for her welfare the time when she had gotten shot, well that had totally soften her to him. The biggest factor was that he was Marshall's father, that had been a valuable plus.

"Mare, I really don't want to talk about it," he tried to roll away, but she held on to his arm, pulling him back towards her.

"Just tell me," she said impatiently.

Marshall closed his eyes on a groan, "Why can't you drop it? You don't like talking about your dad and neither do I."

"It's not the same and you know it, stop evading the question and tell me, Marshall." she growled.

"Why isn't it different? Tell me the difference," he fought back, not wanting to talk about his father, knowing that if he brought her father up, she might give up.

He was wrong, "The difference Doofus is, that my father left me and yours didn't. If you think that I'm going to stop asking, you're mistaking me for June Cleaver!"

"Because he didn't want to help me find you! He knew I was looking for you and even after I asked him for help...he didn't even tell me you were in Texas, that you had met him!" he tried to roll away from her in frustration, but she held fast onto his arm and climbed his body. She rested her face in the crook of his neck and held on to him. She didn't regret the conversation, or even that she had upset him.

"That isn't a good enough reason to get upset at your father. I'm not going to be the reason that you and your father's relationship deteriorates completely," she said vehemently, her face buried deep into his neck.

"God, Mare, it's not that simple...we don't have a relationship..." he cut off, trying to soothe her, taking the blame away from her.

She lifted her face away from his neck and looked at him, her hair curtained around them, her fingers deep into his dark brown hair, "Call your mother, I should never be the excuse for a missed call."

Marshall leaned up and pressed his lips to her, nibbling on her lower lip before suckling it deep into his mouth, causing her to moan and lean down closing her mouth over his. He held her close, one hand buried in her blonde locks, while the other pressed onto her lower back.

He rolled over her and straddled her body, pressing her against the mattress, he tore his lips from hers and panted, "Do you have...any idea...how much I...wanted you here?"

She arched under him and tested his resolve, "I have an idea, Doofus. But before you distract me further, where do we stand regarding your parents?"

"I'll call them, but for now," he groaned, leaning down and kissed her hard and fast, teeth clashing, tongues dueling, hands travelling all over each other's bodies.

Marshall braced himself over her, deepening the kiss, she arched again and they began the age old mating.

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