Disclaimer: Definitely don't own In Plain Sight, seeing as no one on there is getting it on like they should be.
Author's Note: SMUT, AHOY! I know I said this was a one-shot, but thanks to your awesome reviews and a follow-up request from pryrmtns, it has now become a two-shot! =)
Drinks and Then Some
Part 2
Marshall fastened his pants, attempting to process through the light alcohol fog hanging over him the events that had just transpired.
He'd just gotten a blowjob from his partner, and a spectacular one at that.
With their boss all of fifteen feet away, where he was waiting with one of the most notoriously inquisitive cops in all of Albuquerque, whose birthday they were supposed to be celebrating.
Talk about bad ideas, he thought, but he couldn't quite bring himself to accept that when he looked at her. She was sitting back on her heels in front of him where he'd settled on the floor after she'd finished him off, knees parted a bit, the material of her jeans tight over her well-muscled thighs. She wore a look of satisfaction on her face. Two can play that game, baby, he thought, smirking as an idea came to him.
Mary watched as he stood, taking in his wolfish, predatory gaze as he scooped her effortlessly from the floor and sat her on the edge of the sink.
"My turn," his voice rumbled low in her ear, shooting straight to her groin and amplifying the coiled arousal she already harbored there.
His lips found her neck and he sucked hard, eliciting a moan from her as he left his mark. He deftly unbuttoned her jeans and she pushed against the sink with her hands, lifting her hips. He slid her pants down over them in one fluid motion, taking her panties with; Marshall was done with reservations and ready to get down to business.
He sank to his knees before the sink and settled back onto his heels; he was tall enough that he didn't need to be completely up on his knees for this. After shedding his jacket and leaving it piled on the floor, beyond caring about wrinkles or dirt, he gripped her knees, spreading them apart and opening her to him. His hands slid up the inside of her thighs, and he swept a thumb over her slick arousal. He heard her suck in a breath as he did so, and when he pressed his thumb to her clitoris, her hips bucked against his hands.
He teased her a moment more, during which she draped her legs over his shoulders, crossing her ankles against his back and urging him forward. He leaned in, his hands slipping under her to cup her ass and lift it from the sink edge; her own hands gripped the sides of the sink for stability as his shoulders took the rest of her weight through her legs.
He flicked his tongue against her, shallowly at first and then plunging deep, lapping at her womanhood with urgent haste. The taste of her, the feel of her flesh in his hands and her wanton moans all had him rock-hard again and ready to go, but by God he would make the most of this first.
Mary was in ecstasy; every thrust of his tongue within her, every flick over her clit brought her closer and she'd already been fairly revved to begin with. Her legs tensed over his shoulders and she cried out as his lips closed over her nub, gentle suction mixed with pressure from his tongue and she was gone. She called his name savagely as her back arched and an earth-shattering orgasm tore through her. Her hips bucked wildly but he kept his grip, drawing out her release with continued caresses by his lips and tongue. He slowed as she finished, stopping when she flopped breathlessly against the mirror behind her.
He eased her onto the sink, grabbed a paper towel as he stood, and wiped his mouth as though he'd just eaten very messy but extremely satisfying barbeque. Leaning forward over her, he whispered in her ear.
"Think you're up for a tie-breaker?"
"Now, you definitely heard that, right?" Bobby D asked Stan at their table in the bar. Stan nodded.
"And you're okay with this?" he continued incredulously.
"Didn't anybody tell you?" Stan replied. "I'm the coolest boss ever."
A/N: If you want this to become a three-shot... REVIEW! ;D