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QUOTE PROMPT #133 – MARY/MARSHALL
"There's no-one like you. We've all got something that no-one else has got. Follow your dream and don't let the bastards grind you down."
Mary was sure that he didn't even realize that he was doing it. They were sitting on her couch watching a documentary on World War Two after a long day out with her daughter and niece. They had started out on opposites ends of the couch, but had slowly come together in the middle to where she was leaning into him.
And he was playing with her hair.
And it was driving her crazy.
And making her incredibly horny.
"Marshall," she said, softly, shifting to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.
"Yeah?" He turned his head towards her. His eyes widened as he took in her flushed skin.
Mary licked her lips involuntarily. "I- I want to thank you for coming with the girls and me today. They really had a lot of fun with you."
Marshall moved closer to her. "I really had a lot of fun with them, too. Thank you for inviting me."
"If you're interested, I was going to take the girls to the farmers' market tomorrow," she offered.
"You know, you have to be there by seven if you want to get the really good fruit," he told her.
Mary nodded. "If you want, you could just spend the night."
Marshall took a shaky breath. "I'm not sure I'll fit on your couch, Mare."
"I wasn't thinking about the couch, Marshall," she countered.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Marshall whispered.
She nodded, but pulled away as soon as his lips grazed hers. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I come with a lot of baggage. Besides the kids, there's my mother and my commitment issues, and well, my personality. I'm not exactly a dream."
Marshall slid his hand up her neck and into her hair. "You are exactly my dream."
"You are insane."
"Only for you," he muttered before capturing her lips. She opened immediately to him and their tongues began to battle for dominance.
Mary pushed him away, breathing heavily. "Whoa."
Marshall blinked rapidly. "Whoa."
"That..."
"Yeah," he agreed when her voice trailed off.
Mary jumped up suddenly and pulled him from the couch. "Come on. Let's go."
Marshall laughed. "What's your hurry?"
"You."
QUOTE PROMPT #134 - BRANDI
"I want to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy and I want to be able to celebrate with them in triumph and for all the times in between I just want to be able to look them in the eye."
"What's your family like?"
It was a question that Brandi was beginning to dread and a question that inevitably came up whether she was dating, working, or making friends. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her family. Okay, the deceased outlaw father with a second family didn't exactly have her singing aloud, but the rest of her family had become rather respectable.
No, it was Brandi herself that was the black sheep of the family. She had run away after her failed wedding to Peter and she had run away again after her son was born. Running away, it seemed, was the only way she knew how to handle things. She was more like her father than she wanted to admit.
The first few times that she was asked the question, she admitted the truth: that she had left her son with her sister to raise while she had gone off in the world. The reaction she got ranged from confusion to outright disgust. Almost no one took the time to listen to her reasons. Of course, she didn't quite know what her reasons were either so maybe it was for the best that they didn't. Brandi learned to keep her mouth shut.
"What's your family like?"
"They're great."
QUOTE PROMPT #135 – MARY/MARSHALL
"It's one of the most amazing experiences, finding something to write about or realizing something for the first time. It comes out of nowhere and it just hits you and it's all you can think about and it's goes through your body and tries to escape and be expressed in anyway possible."
"What are you doing?" Marshall asked Mary, leaning over her back. He kissed her naked shoulder.
"Nuh-nothing!" she replied, hastily, shoving the items in her hands under the pillow.
Marshall stroked her arm. "It kind of looked like something."
Mary turned over, exposing her breasts. She grinned when he zeroed in on her pert nipples. "Nope."
"Are you sure?" Marshall's hands roamed up and down her stomach and around her breasts. He leaned down as if he was going to kiss her only to divert at the last minute and reach under her pillow. "Aha!"
"Give it back!" Mary ordered, reaching for the book.
Marshall studied the object in his hand. "What is this? Is this a journal?"
Mary glared at him. "So, what if it is?"
"I just never pictured you as the journal-ing type," he replied, handing her back the book. He looked down at her when she didn't say anything. "Not that it's a bad thing. I think it's nice."
"Nice?" she huffed.
Marshall nodded, never wavering. "Yes, nice. So. Am I in there?"
Mary shrugged. "Maybe. Don't go snooping to find out."
"Mary." He took a deep breath and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I would never invade your privacy like that. I think it's a good thing that you have some place to write, to sort out, your thoughts. I just wish you would have told me."
"I-" Mary paused. "I started it not long after my left. I wanted to send him letters, but since I didn't know where to send them, I started a journal. I've been writing in one ever since."
Marshall did kiss her this time. "Thank you for telling me this. I'm glad you trust me enough with that."
