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Marshall burrowed deeper into her hair behind her ear, as he inhaled her scent, their scent. He had stopped crying into the crook of her neck after a few minutes of uncontrolled sobs that shook them. He was still buried deep inside her body, still semi-hard.
He squeezed his eyes tight, letting out the last few drops of tears out of his eyes, the thought that he wouldn't get here with Mary had been very overwhelming. When he found himself cumming deep inside of her, he didn't think twice about how right it was for her to take him as much as he had taken her.
He hadn't really come to grips that he could have lost everything he could have with her, when Abigail had said she was pregnant. When he walked into the house, in search of his two girls, he had panicked when he found both bedrooms empty. But when she spoke to him from across the room, he had felt such relief that he had charged her like a bull in heat.
Now, here he lay, wrapped in Shannon softness, deep inside her hot sheath and he had sobbed like a child, he cursed at what he thought was his weakness. The fear of losing the two most precious people in his life had been all too consuming and he had to possess the woman standing there, waiting for him to come to her.
Mary waiting instead of running had been a victory, his heart fluttered to a dance and spasm in glee. All he could think to do was to embrace her, he hadn't thought as far as making love to her, but he managed to get them there.
She shifted under him and he moved his hand up, to wipe at the tear tracks on his face. He lifted his head from her hair and pressed his forehead to hers, leaning down to press a tender kiss on her lips. He smoothed her hair away from her sweaty face, an apprehensive look upon her eyes.
Mary looked up into his clear cerulean gaze and held it, she managed a weak half smile, waiting for him to explain the tears. She closed her eyes when she felt her heart clench at the thought that this was possibly their goodbye.
"I'm sorry," he croaked, his throat raw from the sobs that had wrenched from deep within.
She opened her eyes and he stared at her eyes, the golden flecks around her green gaze, held it to try to read her, but she closed them again, surprising him when she questioned him, "Why are you sorry? Are you sorry you let this happen before ending whatever we were about to start? Sorry that you're choosing her?"
Marshall stared at her in shock, he shook his head and leaned down, pressing a heady kiss on her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and responded to his passionate kiss, rubbing her tongue to his until he pulled half way out and thrust into her again. Her swollen tissues flared with his re-entry. Her hips jerking against his as waves of sensation exploded through her, as her womb spasmed around his thick, intruding hardness.
He hummed in enjoyment, his hand moved to her breasts as he slid in and out of her very, very slowly. His thick manhood and his fingers on her nipples never let her excitement die down.
Mary arched under him in adultered pleasure and twisted her hips, causing them both to pant a groan. He nuzzled her neck; his teeth closed on her shoulder in a light bite, and then gently tongued the sting. Her nails raked down his back as she arched anew.
"Ah" he yelped at the pleasure pain of having her lose control so fast, he captured one wrist, placed it over her head and then added the other. One big paw held her wrists easily pinned to the mattress above her head.
"Marshall, Jesus, harder…" she panted as she wrapped her long limbs around his waist, and he increased the force and speed of his thrusts between her legs.
She felt invaded and helpless to do anything, and for some reason she felt more aroused, enraptured. With her arms restrained, her body wasn't hers to control, she had no decisions to make, nothing to do except feel, and she felt free.
The sensations that coursed through her body felt like she had been untouched, the slide of his hardness opening her, his hard hand keeping her from movement, his other hand toying with her breasts, plucking and pinching the nipples to just the edge of pain. To the point where each touch increased her now consuming need.
Marshall released her breasts and managed not to laugh out loud at her guttural yelp of protest at being released too fast. But he wasn't through with her, he set his hand under one of her knees, parting her leg up, opening her further for his deeper penetration. He began to pound into her, and the throbbing between her legs became overwhelming. Her orgasm ripped through her, hard and fast, a glowing flame shooting through her. She moaned as she spasmed around him, as her knee quivered in his hard grasp.
And then his grip tightened as he growled out his own release, the sensation of his hardness jerking inside her made her gasp.
"Ah, Sunshine," he panted against her lips as he rested his forehead atop hers. After letting her wrists go, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, his weight full on her, unlike when he had cried into her shoulder, supporting his weight with his forearms.
She ran her fingers through his thick brown locks and pressed a chaste kiss to his jaw before moving over to his lips. How am I going to be able to give him up now?
When he started to withdraw, she grabbed his butt, curled her fingers into the hard curve of muscle, and kept his pelvis against hers, "Don't…not yet."
Rolling to the side, he stayed inside her, savoring the small twitches around him. He snuggled her closer, soft and pliant in his arms.
When he felt her relax against him, their noses touching as they lay on the same pillow, "I'm sorry I didn't woo you into bed Sunshine."
Her eyes widened and stared at him, he rubbed his nose against hers before pressing a light kiss to her already swollen lips.
"I wanted us to get here eventually, but I wanted to court you first," he murmured against her lips.
A tear slid out of her eye and slid over the bridge of her nose, before dripping between them onto the pillow, she closed her eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, suckling his lower lip. He growled and thrust his tongue into her mouth, their tongues twining as they kissed fervently.
Marshall tore his lips from hers, and wiped at another near, "Shh, Mare, no more tears."
"Promise?" she croaked into the crook of his neck as she burrowed deeper into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Promise," he murmured as he withdrew from her, both moaning the loss.
Mary woke before he did, he lay sprawled on his back, as she curled over his side, her head resting on his shoulder, one leg over his, possessively. She grinned at how many times he had loved her throughout the afternoon well into the evening. Looking over his relaxed body, she saw that it was after midnight and having nothing to eat since the pancakes he had prepared for them before his departure, her stomach growled.
He mumbled something in his sleep; she managed to disentangle from his embrace and left him there to sleep. Her stomach would not let her sleep any more until she refueled; she chuckled as she walked into the kitchen, naked underneath his button up shirt. Her body complained as she stretched the unused muscles, she hadn't made love so many times in all her life, not even when she was younger and married to Mark. She discovered that Marshall was a passionate lover, something she was going to enjoy full time.
She shook her head at that thought and opened the fridge, finding the items for a sandwich, she went about making them both a sandwich, which she was sure she would eat since Marshall was beat from their lovemaking.
Sitting on the cold stool, she bit her sandwich and thought back to the lovemaking. She still wasn't sure where it was going to lead, where they now a couple? He did say that he wanted to court me, right? That means we're together now, right? This is too confusing, I don't even know if I'll sleep the rest of the night until I know.
As if her thought conjured him up, Marshall stepped into the kitchen in only his boxer briefs. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn't seen him walk in, jumping with a yelp atop the stool when he reached over and taking a sandwich from her plate.
"You can lose a limb pulling those kinds of stunts in this house, you know," she scowled at his relaxed satisfied grin.
She couldn't hold her scowl for long, the grin she tried to hide burst out and he chuckled, moving over to her side of the island. He pulled a stool over next to her and sat with his thighs wide around her stool, almost having her sitting on his lap.
"Don't you know about personal boundaries, Doofus?" she muffled with her mouth full.
He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist, hauling her back to his front, he rested his chin on her shoulder, pleased that she was willing to let him lead her, "Don't you know that it's ill-mannered to talk with your mouth full?"
Mary elbowed him but he managed to hold her elbow at bay, taking a huge bite, she spoke through her food, muffling, "Dun say ill-mannered."
The silence engulfed them after their camaraderie, neither unsure of how to take all the teasing.
She was the first to break the silence, she swallowed her food, "Marshall?"
"Yeah," she turned back to look at him through the corner of her eye, he looked pensive, his chin still residing on her shoulder. He met her gaze and stared intently back at her, waiting for what was to come.
"Why'd you cry?" turning away from him, giving him space to open up to her, not that-that had ever been a problem of his, he had always been open to her. She closed her eyes at the many times he spoke and she plainly misunderstood, or tried to dissuade by doing the opposite.
He hummed and moved back, turning her body to face him, his chin on his chest as he thought on how to explain, "I almost lost you."
Mary saw the guilt written all over his face, not understanding she frowned and reached out, grasping his chin in her hands, she pulled his face up. She met his blue eyes, they were as bright as a sunny day in Albuquerque, their eyes locked as they had their silent conversation.
"How would you possibly lose me?" she asked after a moment, a curious frown marring her previously serene face.
Marshall stared at her and explained the whole argument with Abigail, including the fake pregnancy along with the fact that she was willing to get pregnant right then and there to keep him tied to her.
When he was done, all Mary could do was utter, "Bitch! How could she do that?"
He shrugged, leaning forward his lips brushed hers and he whispered, "I love you."
Mary's eyes stared at him with her eyes full of unshed tears, then her lips lifted into a smile, "I love you too Marshall."
"God, Mare," he pulled her roughly against him and buried his face in her bosom, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hung onto him. "I almost lost you and Norah."
"You wouldn't have lost us, I'm sure it would have been hell to work with you…" she trailed off, knowing she was speaking a lie. She knew that if Marshall had gone off to be with the cheerleader, she would've managed to get transferred out of Albuquerque. "I lie, I don't know how I would've taken it, but I guess I wouldn't want to be here anymore."
"I know, I know," he murmured against her chest before moving back and pressing her head to his chest, "But now, we don't have to worry about anything like that. We'll have to get up early tomorrow morning, though."
Mary pushed him back and met his twinkling eyes, full of mischief, "What do you have in mind?"
Marshall grinned, pressing a hard kiss on her lips, coming up for breath, he confidently said, "Because tomorrow my love, we're going into the courthouse and getting hitched!"
"Wait, what?" she managed to ask, her eyes wild in surprised shock.
He kissed her again, loving that she responded to him quickly, "You…and…I…are…going…to…get…married…tomorrow."
She frowned at him and shook her head, causing a flash of pain mixed with fear crossed his features and she announced, "No…we…are…not…Doofus!" she enunciated like he had done and continued to erase the fear etched on his eyes, "Because we need to pick up Norah before we do."
Marshall stood up and picked her up, walking towards the bedroom, growling low in her ear, "You my future bride, will pay for that!"
She shrieked as he dropped her on the mattress, he came over her and kissed her senseless. Before they got carried away Mary pushed him up, tearing her lips from his, panting into his face, "What if Norah is it?"
"Then Norah is all I want, no more excuses Mare, I've waited all this time and I don't plan on letting you or Norah go, we're a family now," he murmured as he pressed kisses over her jaw, down to her ears and licking at a sensitive spot behind her ear, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
"Damn straight, we're a family," she murmured as he continued his exploration, managing to make love one more time before sleep finally claimed them for an hour or two.
TBC...one more chapter guys! Please review!