Prompt:Mary & Marshall watching Porn together.
Mary and Marshall had drawn the short end of the stick on the surveillance detail. Mary flicked through the regular programs before turning to the movie rental. Having seen all the shows she wanted she flipped to the porn movies.
"Which one do you want to watch?" Mary asked, as Marshall finished throwing away the plates and napkins before double checking the surveillance equipment.
"I don't care, you choose," Marshall said, knowing Mary would pick the one she thought would embarrass him the most.
Mary looked at the titles and finally settled on one. She loved to watch Marshall's face turn red when she commented on the positions in the film and related them to her own experience. He turned a lovely shade of red and kept himself focused on the computer screen.
Marshall tuned out the movie if you could classify it as such until Mary's voice rose in shock. It was seldom that he ever heard her surprised by anything. He looked up to see what caught her attention.
"That is so not possible. How the hell do they make that look like they're actually having sex?" Mary asked, now curious to see if the genius had any reply.
Marshall looked and didn't think before speaking.
"Actually it is if both partners are flexible."
Mary turned her head as her mouth fell open. He had to be kidding.
"Really and how does that work?" Mary asked amused, thinking he was trying to get her back for watching the porn film.
Marshall began to describe the techniques involved when Mary realized that he wasn't looking at the movie to explain the physics behind it. She stared at him with nothing but a blank expression.
Having finished touching up the equipment to make sure that they had every available angle coveredoutside, Marshall looked over to Mary when he realized she hadn't said a word. So caught up in setting the equipment up he hadn't even thought about the conversation that they just had.
"Who?" Mary demanded.
"Who what?' Marshall asked.
"You know full well what. That wasn't quoted from a book that you read."
"Mary, there are some things a gentlemen doesn't discuss."
"Please all guys brag."
"No they don't. A real man doesn't need to. A pick up for a quickie in the bar is looking to score and brag. When you've been with a gentleman, you'll know the difference." Marshall said, before heading to the door. "Do you need anything to drink? I'm getting a soda."
Mary shook her head and watched her partner leave the room. Plopping back on the bed she stared at the ceiling and realized that she would never be able to look at Marshall the same.