Disclaimer: I obviously don't own In Plain Sight; if I did, it clearly wouldn't be on USA.

Rating: M rating is for sexual content of the M variety, so sell Girl Scout cookies elsewhere!

Author's Note: This is a little smutty smut fic I whipped up in response to commentfic awesomeness over on LJ. Thought I'd share it here! Enjoy!

Credit: Prompts provided by greenstuff as follows: Mary/Marshall: whipped cream, vodka, and "You should always not wear _."

Drinks and Then Some

"Oh my Gawd, Marshall!" Mary bellowed over the din of the bar. "I want a blowjob so bad!"

"Uh, what?" he asked, though it came out more like a strangled squeak. Stan and Bobby D looked on in stunned silence.

"Put it on his tab," she slurred slightly, pointing to Marshall as she addressed the waitress, "and set me up!" Stan and Bobby D shook their heads and turned back to their drinks.

Marshall wasn't sure how many vodka shots Mary had put back; he'd lost count due to his own consumption, but what could be said for certain was that Mary was making the most of Bobby D's birthday get-together.

The waitress made her way over, a little shot glass topped with whipped cream perched on top of her tray. "Where do you want it?" she asked blandly.

"Oh, if we're going to do this, we're doing it right," Mary grinned as she got up from the table and pushed Marshall's knees apart.

"Hey, wait... what?" he squeaked again. The waitress set the shot glass on the seat, uncomfortably close to his crotch.

Mary settled gleefully on her knees in front of him and put her hands behind her back. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her face between his thighs and gripped the glass with her lips.

"Oh god," he groaned, looking down at the mass of blonde hair in his lap. When she tilted her head back, the sight of her throat as she swallowed almost undid him.

Mary looked up at him, her eyes sultry as she flicked her tongue and captured a few traces of whipped cream that remained. She stood, but instead of returning to her seat, she leaned over and whispered in Marshall's ear.

"Two minutes."

With that, she headed for the bathrooms, her hips swaying sexily. Marshall tore his eyes from them only to catch the playful smirk she threw at him before she disappeared. He looked over to Stan and Bobby D, both of whom were grinning at him.

"Nice," Bobby D nodded appreciatively.

After Marshall judged two minutes had passed, he slipped away and followed after Mary. He hesitated at the door to the ladies' room, glancing furtively to make sure no one was watching, before he pushed it open. He found his arm grabbed suddenly as he was swiftly pulled inside.

Mary yanked her partner into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. She shoved him against the wall and kissed him roughly, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated briefly before a moment of clarity intruded; he pushed her back gently.

"Wait, Mare... what are you doing?"

"I want the real thing," she growled huskily, shrugging his hands from her shoulders. She slid her hands down his torso as she dropped to her knees.

"Oh, wow, it's even bigger up close," she murmured as she grabbed his belt buckle. "Like, really huge. You could serve a steak on this thing." She deftly unfastened it and moved to the fly of his jeans, which was drawn tightly over his straining erection.

"Wait, Mare, tomorrow's laundry day," he tried to stop her, but he was too late. She unzipped his jeans and he sprang free, unfettered in the absence of undergarments.

"Holy Lord, Marshall, it's..." she breathed as she took in the sight of his rigid member.

"Yeah, I know," he replied, blushing. She wasn't the first woman to be impressed by his size. She looked up at him.

"You should always not wear underpants," she said with a smirk. "It'll make things so much easier for me."

With that, she gripped him firmly, causing him to gasp. She ran her hand up and down his length a few times, before flicking her tongue over him. He moaned softly, pressing his back against the wall. Suddenly, she took him in her mouth all at once, or at least as much as she could, which turned out to be a substantial amount. He buried his hands in her hair, the golden strands tangling around his fingers.

"Oh God..." he ground out, his voice low and rough. Mary had some serious skills; he had seldom found anyone who could take all of him.

His hips bucked slightly as she worked him with her mouth, though he tried to suppress the urge, and she steadied him with one hand. Over and over she took him down further than anyone had, the back of her throat gripping him deliciously each time. His barely stifled moans echoed low against the walls of the bathroom, along with the soft sucking sounds of her actions upon him.

Mary felt him tense and, realizing he was on the edge, she pulled him in deep. He spasmed against the wall as he came with a ragged cry, hips jerking with each pulse as he flooded into her mouth; she swallowed everything he had. His knees weak, he leaned back against the wall and sank slowly to the floor.

"Good God, Mare," he breathed as he reached for her, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "You're fucking amazing."

Stan and Bobby D paused, looking up from their drinks. Bobby D looked at Stan quizzically.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yep," Stan affirmed. Both of Bobby D's eyebrows shot up as Stan continued with a shrug. "It was bound to happen."

A/N: Well... there it is! Feel free to let me know what you think! =)