Prompt: Mary/Marshall: flesh, heat, touch
The air tingled with electricity. Two sources, neither of which Mary felt comfortable about. One generated by nature; the approaching storm made her uneasy, as storms always did. The hair on her arms was standing up. Because of the storm she told herself. Not from the tension generated from the second source: the proximal nearness of her partner. Standing so close she could feel the warmth of his body, though no contact had taken place.
Marshall hovered behind her, his solid build somehow enveloping her, casting an aura of protective security around her, while at the same time making her painfully aware – of him. She jumped as the sky was split by a blinding jag of lightening, her heart beating painfully fast. Warm hands gripped her shoulders, thumbs beginning a soothing circular rhythm, lightly tracing down her arms, his touch trailing heat. Flesh goosepimpled as cool air flowed over the exposed skin left in the path of his hands' journey down her arms to meet hers. Fingers entwined as the sky darkened and rain started to fall.