A/N: Here's where the rating comes in boys and girls, you have been warned.

Just Your Imagination

There was nothing special about today but she'd had the feeling that she was being watched all morning. By lunchtime she was sure it was him, and now mid-afternoon she could barely concentrate on anything else. His stare was physical, tracing heat down her spine and sending it spiraling through her stomach and further still. She'd begun taking completely unnecessary trips around the office to test her theory. It took less than five minutes. She went into Stan's office and could feel Marshall looking through the glass.

"Stan, you gotta make him stop."

"Who? What?"

"Marshall. He keeps looking at me." Stan sat forward in his seat.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to tell Marshall to stop looking at you."

"Yes. That's exactly what I want." They stared at each other for a moment, Mary taping her foot.

"Did he push you off the swings too? Maybe call you names? Really, sometimes I wonder how old you two are. He's not staring at you Mary, it's your imagination. Now please leave me alone I'm busy. Unless you actually have business pertinent to WITSEC?" Mary frowned.

"You know, Stan, you're going to regret it when Marshall finally goes off the deep end and murders me."

"Honestly, I don't think I'd blame him." Mary stormed out of the office and nearly ran headfirst into Marshall outside out the door. He placed his hand under her elbow to steady her but she jerked her arm away quickly with a suspicious look.

"Careful." His voice was lower than usual, deeper as well.

"Or what?" Marshall just smiled and moved past her.

Ten minutes later they were both back at their desks and Mary was doing her best to ignore the man to her left. Unfortunately it was more impossible than ever. The heat in the room was ratcheting up by the minute. She needed some fresh air. She went out to the balcony, but instead of continuing around to the eating area she stayed it the corner by the doors. It was impossible to see from the office so she didn't have to worry about him staring at her through the glass. She closed her eyes, leaned over the edge, and tried to clear her head.

She heard the door open and knew it was him. She whirled around, ready to give him a piece of her mind but he was there before she opened her mouth. His hands cupped her face, one leg placed between hers, and she couldn't move. Physically she could have gotten away, but her arms settled themselves on his waist instead.

He kissed her forcefully, opening her mouth to him. She knew she should stop him, there were a million reasons to, but one of his hands had moved down to her breast and was fondling her over her blouse. Combined with the friction of his thigh between her legs she could feel the heat coiling in her stomach. His mouth left hers and traveled down her neck to her collarbone and back up. He found the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy and she could feel her orgasm building, fueled by the attention and the possibility of being caught. He switched his attention to the other breast and moved the other hand down her stomach to flick open the button and unzip her pants. Her hands wrapped around his shoulder blades and she opened her stance to give him better access. He curved two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to circle her clit. Covering her mouth with his, he swallowed her moans. It was over surprisingly quickly and her head fell backwards, eyes closed. She took a moment then reached a hand down to grasp him but it was quickly intercepted. Startled, she opened her eyes, but his mouth was at her ear.

"Later." She pulled back slightly and raised an eyebrow. He smiled and pulled his hand from her pants, and her breath caught in her throat when he began to lick his fingers. Slowly, still looking her in the eye, it was nearly the hottest thing she'd ever seen. He did up her pants and kissed her once more, still tasting of her, before leaving the balcony for the, hopefully, empty bathroom. She waited a few minutes before going to the women's room to clean up. She went back to her desk, shooting a glance in the direction of Stan's office. They hadn't been missed. She pulled out another stack of paperwork, contemplating later. She could still feel his eyes on her, but she didn't mind anymore.