Title: When in Doubt Act IV, Scene 2

Author: The GPP

Tagline: When in Doubt… Use Protection!

Summary: You all have been sooo patient! Just a little while longer before your just rewards! Yeah this wasn't awkward at all to co-write…

Once outside, Jinx pulled out her cell phone and dialed Brandi's number. "Brandi, it's Mom, Mary's pregnant!"

Brandi closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the pitch of her mother's tone as much as to the words, "Mom, are you... drinking again?" She asked tentatively.

"No! I felt the baby," Jinx sighed dreamily, "I'm so excited to be a grandmother!"

"Yeeeah," Brandi made a face across the kitchen at Peter to signify that she was talking to a crazy person. "Well that's great. I guess we can celebrate at Mary's tonight. I gotta go, ok?"

She hung up the phone before Jinx had a chance to say anything more. "Oh my God!" She burst into laughter and it was a few moments before she could explain to a very confused Peter.

When they had both finished laughing, Brandi picked up her cell phone and hit speed dial one.

Mary shut the door behind her mother and slid the dead bolt into place.

"Marshall!" She called, "She's gone. You can come out of hiding now."

Marshall stepped out of her room fully dressed. "Well, that was interesting," he smirked. 'Interesting' seemed to be the only word deemed appropriate for any of Jinx's unexpected visits.

She punched him in the arm. "Jackass."

"What did she want?"

"Like you weren't listening at the door."

"She seemed excited about something but I couldn't place it," Marshall stepped closer to her, "come on, tell me," he whined.

Mary buried her face in his chest, "She thinks we're pregnant," she said in a tiny voice.

"I'm going to be a father?" Marshall put on a look of fake joy as braced himself for impact.

Mary did not disappoint, she stepped back far enough to gain a little swinging room and socked him in the arm. "Don't even joke!"

"Aw, come on, mothers always know this sort of thing!" he held his injured arm, "a mother always knows," he grinned.

"Maybe your mother," she said. The ringing of her cell phone broke off any further conversation. "Hello?"

"Mary?" Brandi's voice sounded worried.

"What's up Squish?" Mary rolled her eyes in Marshall's direction.

"I think mom is drinking again." Brandi said, "She just called to tell me you're... pregnant?"

Mary wasn't sure if she should be insulted by the tinge of hope in Brandi's voice. Neither of them wanted Jinx back drinking, but Mary sure as hell didn't want to be pregnant either. "I'm not," she said, "but I don't think she is either."

Marshal perked up to attention at the confused face Mary was making, but then decided to make himself useful and began to make dinner.

"You know Jinx and secrets." Mary laughed a little.

"Yeah," Brandi sighed into the phone. The little spark of hope that Mary's important news might have been happy dissolved into thin air. "Sorry to bug you, see you at seven."

"See you later Squish." Mary clicked the phone shut and followed her partner to the kitchen.

Marshall busied himself; trying to see what she had that he could turn into dinner.

"There's some chicken in the freezer," Mary said, leaning against the wall and watching him work.

"Ok," Marshall reached in to take it out then put it in a pot under some hot water to defrost it. Once the chicken was thawing, he turned back to Mary. "How are you doing?" He reached out to take hold of her hand and squeezed it.

Mary smiled up at him, "Better." She was amazed to find it was true.

Despite all reason, the hilarity of her mother thinking she was pregnant had broken through the cloud of gloom that had surrounded her since learning of her father's death.

Marshall looked into her eyes for the truth. When he saw it, he smiled and kissed her forehead. "So, where were we?"

"I believe you were going to cook dinner for me and my family," Mary's tone was teasing as she ducked around him and headed for the fridge.

"I can't believe I got cock blocked by your mother," he grumbled as he moved about the kitchen once more.

Mary giggled. "A whole weekend. At your place so they can't find us."

"You realize that I will devour you, right?"

Mary smirked as she pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge, "I'm counting on it."

He stepped closer to wrap his arms around her waist and backed her against the fridge. The freezer was still slightly ajar when he leaned in to kiss her neck. As she responded to his ministrations, he silently reached up into the icemaker and put an ice cube down her shirt.

Mary screamed as the ice settled in her bra, cold and wet. "Oh, you are so dead!" she fished the remains of the ice cube out of her bra and chucked it at his head.

Marshall shielded himself from the offending ice cube with his arms as he ran in the opposite direction; laughing the entire way.

Mary paused long enough to arm herself with a fistful of ice before sprinting after him. She caught up to him in the hall. With a battle yell like an Amazon woman Mary launched herself at her partner, knocking him to the floor. She pinned him with her legs and shoved her handful of ice down his shirt.

Marshall writhed beneath her as the ice came in contact with his skin. He pulled her closer to prevent her from getting any further and pressed his lips to hers. Not once did he loosen his grip on her waist as they kissed on her hallway floor ice melting between their bodies. It was good to see her laugh and enjoy herself; especially after the events of the past few days.

Reluctantly, Mary pulled back from his kisses. "You promised to cook me dinner," she said.

"I made no such promise," he murmured before pulling her face back down to his.

Mary's eyes took on a mischievous glint as she allowed Marshall to pull her down on top of him again. She kissed his lips and then moved to his neck.

Marshall groaned at the sensations she was creating within him. His fingers pressed harder into the flesh of her hips as she continued her assault on his neck.

She nipped the tender skin above his collarbone, and then soothed the pink skin with her tongue. She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, her hot mouth following her hands down his chest.

Marshall's fingers slipped beneath her jeans in a desperate attempt to feel more of her. He threw his head back against the wood floor.

Mary took both his wrists in her hands and pulled them away from her body, "Do you trust me?" she asked; half a smile on her face.

"With my life and more," his voice was an exhale of air and his eyes were full of lust.

She guided his hands until they were against the floor above his head. She stopped any protest with her mouth on his.

Marshall groaned as she forcibly removed his hands from the sanctuary of her jeans.

"Stay still," she commanded in a husky voice as she slid down his body, running both hands along his chest.

"Shall I learn to levitate while I'm at it?"

She giggled against his belly. Planting a line of kisses from belly button to belt buckle. Her hands made quick work of his belt and fly, pulling his jeans down so she could wrap one hand around his erection.

"Mary," he breathed.

She tugged impatiently at his dinosaur print boxers. He arched his hips instinctively and she was able to push the fabric down to his knees. She ran one finger along the tip of his penis and then pulled back, breaking all contact.

"Do you want me?" She asked.

"Always," Marshall gulped as he saw the look in her eyes.

She leaned over him and cupped his testicles, rolling them between her fingers. "How badly?"

"You have no idea..."

"Enlighten me," she lowered her head and blew a stream of cold air over him. She was inches away from taking him in her mouth just to hear him scream her name to the rooftop, but she held out.

"You really want to talk right now?" Marshall growled.

"I want to fuck you senseless," she said candidly, "but first I want to make you beg."

Marshall lifted his head to her ear and whispered huskily into it, "Si'l vous plait," he licked her ear lobe before resting his head on the floor once again.

Mary wrapped one long fingered hand around his hardness. The skin was smooth and hot beneath her touch. She wanted him, maybe more than she ever had before.

Enough was enough. Marshall wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed up with the other. He brought himself to sitting position against the wall in one fluid motion; bringing Mary with him so that she was straddling his waist. Pulling her close, he brought his mouth roughly to hers and finally was able to revel in wrapping both arms completely around her waist as he kissed her.

Mary melted against him, the irritation she felt at losing control soon lost in the pleasure of his body pressed against hers. She rocked her jean-clad hips against him. She could feel his abs tightening beneath her hands, fighting for control.

She ran her hands up his chest and pushed his shirt to the floor.

Marshall slid his hands up the back of her shirt and Mary raised both arms to allow him to pull it off. Her bra followed shortly after and then his mouth was on her and, for a moment, it was wet, hot pleasure.

"Oh God, Marshall," she groaned, tilting her hips in a desperate attempt to increase contact. As one, they reached for the buttons of her fly and after a brief awkward scramble both jeans and thong were on the floor with the rest of their clothing.

Mary sank back into Marshall's lap and locked her lips with his.

Marshall brought one hand down between them, fingered her swollen clit, and grinned as she gasped against his mouth. He rubbed and rolled it between her fingers; all the while memorizing what action made her make each of these beautiful sounds.

Mary could feel the beginnings of her orgasm and he wasn't even inside her yet. She planted both hands against the wall for leverage and repositioned herself over his erection. She dropped down, taking him inside her. The sensation of him sliding into her wet center was the most delicious thing she had ever experienced.

Marshall groaned as he slid completely inside her with ease. He pulled her close as they both adjusted to the sensations that this contact brought out in them.

She was wet and so ready, and he was hard. Days of tension and frustration melted into pure pleasure as their hips thrust in tandem. "Marshall!" Mary cried out as her entire body tensed in orgasm.

He finished a heartbeat later as her body convulsed and shuddered around his length and they collapsed in a sated, sweaty heap against her wall.