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Hands glide over her back and shoulder; she couldn't suppress the moan or even the shudder that ran through her body. His hands were the answer to all of her body's questions and she couldn't understand how it had taken her this long to realize it. How could a dream feel so real? She didn't want him to ever stop, in this world it was just the two of them.

"Oh God!" she gasped in pleasure as he pressed harder on her flesh.

Marshall sat astride her thighs with his eyes clenched shut, it was a miracle to be this close and not surrender to his feelings. Her moans and groans along with her body's warmth kept bringing him so close to the edge.

He had started massaging her three days ago and every time they entered this realm, she would bounce on the bed and spread herself on her belly and thrust her thumb to her hurt shoulder. He wondered if she was still in pain, if he didn't know better she was just using him for free massages.

Mary reveled under his strong hands, hands that had never done anything to hurt her, she sighed happily. She may not have him in the real world, which to her it seemed more like a nightmare without her best friend, but having him here in her own little world was enough. She felt him tense a few times and wondered what was going on in that head of his.

"What's wrong?" she muffled, her face buried in the bedspread.

Marshall's eyes sprung open and it was a big mistake, her words at moments like this, he learned that every time she had spoken before his body had reacted against his best intentions. He panicked and almost punched her, which had been his way to escape whenever his body got too much for him to handle.

Up until now, the only thing they could figure out about the dream world was that anytime one tried to cause the other pain it would wake them. So, every time his body would begin to stir while he massaged her shoulder he would throw a punch, hence waking them up. He was sure she didn't know he was doing it since the punch would never reach its target.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" he continued his massage.

"You're just…I don't know…acting strange?"

"Are you asking me if I'm acting strange?"

"No, jerk! But you're just not being you"

He frowned and looked down at her; she had turned her face enough to see him through the corner of her eye.

"Well, I promise that I'm the same me as always"

She let him continue the massage, but she could feel the tension even in his hands now.

"Okay, move…"

He moved over her and leaned back against the headboard, his knees pulled up against his body, hiding any sign of his body reactions to hers, he didn't really looking at her, just sighed heavily at the loss.

Mary turned and leaned back against one of the bedposts and tilted her head as she studied his expression, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why does something have to be wrong?" he asked with a frown.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that for the past three days I've massaged your shoulder and you haven't said if the massages are working or not and I'm also thinking that I'd like to do more."

She turned and hopped off the bed, "More?"

"Yes more"

"Like what kind of more?" she looked back at him wearily.

He gave her a pointed look and sighed, resting his head back against the headboard, "Not that more. We can talk, more."

She walked over to the end of the bed and started to pace, "Talk more about what?"

"I don't know, how's Norah? How's Brandi handling motherhood? Is Jinx still doing the dance studio thing?" he rambled out a few questions he had wanted to ask but hadn't had the courage to ask them.

"Norah's fine, Brandi…uh…she's not…well, she's Brandi and Jinx is still twirling around with a bunch of five year olds and loving it," Mary sat on the edge of the bed, her back to him and answered his questions.

"Mare?"

"What?"

"Look at me"

"Why?"

"Because I want to talk to your face not the back of your head, please"

"Fine" she turned and rolled her eyes at him, she jumped back on the bed and leaned against the bedpost she had abandoned.

"Thank you, I just…I miss my best-friend, I miss talking to my best-friend, I don't know how to put us back together again and that's really killing me," his words pleading for her to help him figure it out.

She grimaced and shook her head, "It's not easy Marshall, I had to give you space…and why the hell am I talking to you like you're the real Marshall?"

Marshall stared at her and then chuckled, "Still think this is your dream?

"I don't think, I know…why would lovebird-almost-about-to-get-married Marshall dream about me? He certainly doesn't want my friendship anymore," she snarled at him sarcastically while glaring at him.

He just looked at her and sighed, "You don't have to be so sarcastic, I'm just trying to figure this out too, you know."

She got up and walked over to him, tapping him lightly on the chest, "Of course you are, always the helpful fella. I think it's silly of you to keep thinking this is your dream, as far as I can tell, you are just a figment of my imagination."

"Mare, I'm pretty sure that I've been going through some things that I would like to talk you about and I haven't been able to in the real world, hence the reason we're here," he stated with a smartass smirk on his face. "I'm serious though, we should do something while we're here. We can at least talk about something more than just how annoying I can be."

"Prove it, if this is your dream, tell me a secret," she challenged.

It was his turn to glare at her, "I could just make up something and you wouldn't know if it was true or not."

"Tell me anyways," not backing down.

"I'm not getting married"

"HA! I told you this was my dream!" Mary rolled onto the bed, she began to jump up and down in celebration, "I win, you lose…"

"I see London, I see France…" he started to sing and Mary stopped jumping and turned to him.

Looking down at her clothes, she saw that she had fallen asleep wearing only a long t-shirt that demurely reached high above her knees, but when jumping it went all the way up causing Marshall to see her lacy panties.

"Pervis"

"Hey! I didn't mean to look," he said in disbelief.

She sat down on the bed and tucked her feet under her, "Well, just don't. That's such a pervy thing to do."

"Yeah, cause that matters in this dream. I could do anything right now and no one would ever even know"

As if to prove a point, he crawled over to her side of the bed and reached out to touch her chest. There was no way in hell Mary was going to let dream Marshall think he had any power in HER dream. She pulled back and threw a punch.

She yelped as she fell out of bed, tangled in her sheets, "Pervis!"

Mary growled at the sheets and cursed at the inability to harm him in the damn dream, she really believed Marshall deserved a black eye for trying to cop a feel. Then after careful consideration she smiled, she couldn't believe Marshall had almost touched her inappropriately. What the hell am I doing? Why do you continue to come into my dreams? I almost let my best-friend touch me. I miss you too my friend, I miss you too.

Marshall awoke and groaned into his pillows, rolling over onto his belly, he had almost touched her, even if it was in a dream, he had almost touched her. You're definitely a pervis today, my friend. I'm not even surprised she almost hit me, thank God for that no-harm rule. He would be walking funny otherwise.

The next morning, Mary was talking to Delia when Marshall walked into the office. She shot him a glaring look and he frowned at her, not understanding what had caused her to get mad at him, again.

"Something the matter Mary?" Delia asked as she looked at the Chief and noted that he was just confused at Mary's look.

"No, nothing's the matter, only some pervis came to mind," she muttered loud enough for Marshall to hear and turned back to the topic of their conversation.

Marshall was glad that Mary turned her back to him, the look of shocked surprise hit him and he could tell that Delia caught onto him, without really knowing what it had meant.

He walked into his office and closed the door, he started a search on how real a dream could be. Are we really together in our dreams? Is she really in my dreams? What the hell does it mean? Can we really share dreams? How the hell did this happen? Does she know? Can she feel it?

He spent most of the day trying to figure it out, but by the end of the night, he gave up the search and went home to dream about his favorite girl.

TBC