Disclaimer: I don't own In Plain Sight. If I did, it would have to be aired on a pay channel!

Warnings: There's hot, rough smut ahead, so if you don't want that, don't get in the pool!

Author's Note: Special thanks to all you wonderful readers who requested a third chapter and then had to wait so long for it! I planned to write this for you from the moment I read your awesome reviews, but was struck by a perfect storm of smut-suppressing events. However, the Smut Train is finally pulling out of the station! All aboard! =D

Drinks and Then Some

Part 3

"Think you're up for a tie-breaker?" he whispered in her ear.

Mary gripped the front of Marshall's shirt and crushed her lips to his. As he opened his mouth to her, she tasted herself on his tongue, drawing a low moan from her throat. Her hands slid down his chest and fumbled with the button of his jeans again. She pulled him free, long, hard, and throbbing; he'd been ready to go again for a while, and he groaned as she gripped him roughly.

He had her against the door in seconds, her bare legs wrapped around him. She unbuttoned his shirt, making him gasp as she drew her nails over his chest. Holding her up with one arm, he fumbled for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans as they began to slide from his hips, trying to retrieve the condom within. He missed and whispered a curse against her lips as his jeans slid out of reach. Knowing what he'd been after, she gripped his wrist and guided his hand back to her ass.

"Fuck it," she murmured breathily, "I want you bare."

Arousal surged through him at her words, accompanied by something more. He knew she was nearly a fanatic when it came to safe sex. She was absolutely paranoid of catching a disease from some random cowboy in some random bar, or, worse by her estimation, being impregnated, and as such she not only used a condom every time but was also on the pill. That she was willing to forgo the condom was an expression of absolute trust in him, a relinquishing of control that she would not readily make with anyone else, and it warmed him.

He invaded her with his tongue as he thrust into her, a low groan rumbling from his chest to match her higher-pitched cry against his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he trailed lingering kisses down her neck as they fucked, sucking firmly and even biting from time to time, the mild pain serving only to intensify her pleasure. Though she'd already sucked him dry once that night, this encounter had been years in the making, and he was pent up for release. Her body was tight around his cock, milking his aching need, and he slammed into her as he came.

Keeping her pinned to the door, he stilled for a moment, save for the twitching of his hips as he pulsed within her. Mary uncurled one of her legs from around his waist and quested for the floor, but he gripped her thigh, pulling it back up. He was moving in her again, still rock-hard, with slow strokes at first as he built back up to a steady rhythm. Mary's eyes widened in surprise; he met her gaze with roguish grin.

"You didn't think that was all I had, did you?" he said in a low rumble as he gripped her hips and gave her a particularly deep thrust.

Mary groaned, giving herself over to the ecstasy of their passion. He filled her countless times, his thrusts rough yet measured, the way she liked it. His pace was steady, strong without being too fast. He matched her, breath for breath, as he drove into her against the door which was beginning to thump in its frame in time to their movements. She felt her release building, taking over her senses, and after a series of moans as it approached it broke over her with a shattering cry. His voice joined hers as he flooded into her pulsing body, a barbaric groan that wrenched from him like thunder as the door contributed a final slam to their chorus.

He leaned his weight against her breathlessly, letting the door bear them both lest his shaking legs drop them to the floor. He pressed his forehead to the wooden door, listening to her rough breathing in his ear as they came back down to earth.

Bobby D pressed his forehead to the surface of the table. The banging of that damn door, heralding banging of a different nature, had given him a headache, assisted mightily by the animalistic vocalizations that had accompanied it. No more sounds had emerged from the bathroom for a few minutes, so when he heard the door creak open, he looked up.

The marshals were utterly disheveled. Marshall's shirt hung untucked and not completely buttoned; his jacket was rumpled and his hair mussed. Mary's hair was untidy as well, her clothes were wrinkled, and everything about her screamed 'freshly fucked', from the way she walked, a cocky swagger blended oddly with shaking knees, to the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin she wore. Marshall, too, had a gleam in his eye; if there had ever been any doubt as to what was going on in that bathroom, which there absolutely wasn't, one look at the pair would have given it away completely.

"I think this means I win," Marshall addressed his partner, grinning smugly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mary replied, throwing him a dubious glance. "I obviously won. I am the clear winner."

"Get real, Mary. That was in all measurable ways a victory for me," he sassed back, pointing emphatically to himself.

"Somebody's a sore loser," she smirked. Her look turned saucy, her eyes practically devouring him in front of everyone. "But I'm game for a rematch, if you are."

She swaggered to the exit, a wide-eyed and eager Marshall trotting after her. Bobby D stood, staring in disbelief as half of their group departed, presumably to go back to one or the other's house and screw like carpenters.

"Damn," he cried in dismay. "Whose birthday is this, anyway?"

"Come on, Bobby," Stan offered with a smirk and a sigh. "Sit down and I'll buy you a drink."

A/N: Hope it was worth the wait! Let me know! Also, if you're up for some raunchy humor and M&M fluff, go show some love to my non-smut story, Unwelcome Surprises: A Fabinx Fic! =)

*Goes off to eat post-smut chocolate.*