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After putting Norah to bed, she crawled under her blankets, thinking about being mad at Marshall mostly all day. Why am I mad at him? Why the hell am I blaming him? I'm the pervert! It's my damn dream. I'm the pervis for giving him the liberty to think that we can do more in the dream. How much more can there be anyways? I know we can't hurt each other, but what else can't we do that will cause us to wake up? Damn, what's the worst that can happen if I let him cop a feel?

She rolled over and buried her blushing face into her pillow; just the thought of Marshall touching her inappropriately had her on edge. She didn't know how to handle those feelings and it was driving her mad. She started to think of anything that wasn't the dream; she didn't want to dream of him again. It was getting harder and harder to wake up and realize that they weren't close anymore. It was even harder to realize that she needed more from him, even if it was a dream.

"Something must be really wrong with me," she groaned when she found herself in the dream again. Try as hard as she could, she was stuck with him in her dreams.

"You just can't help that you like me," he grinned at her with a wink.

"Don't wink, that's just weird. Plus, I don't like you this much, especially not after what you tried last time," glaring at him as she sighed heavily, keeping her distance. "The worst part is that it's like my subconscious is making you do this."

"Hey! I'm sorry, I was out of line, but I still think this is pretty much my dream. That should help you not to feel guilty for what happened last time, maybe I've wanted to do that for some time," Marshall got an idea to prove to them both that this was his dream and not hers, or the possibility that he was starting to believe that it was their dream.

Mary rolled her eyes, turning her back to him, "Yeah, why don't I just go with that little theory."

She sat on the bed without removing the comforter or pillows, Marshall stepped closer but not too close to cause her to hit him or try in this case.

"Whatever you want to think, that's fine," he shrugged. "But I'm serious, it doesn't matter what we do or don't do here, it's not going to make any difference once we wake up to the real world."

"Marshall, seriously, it makes a difference if I let my best-friend – or in this case my boss – feel me up, even if it's subconsciously, I will know once I wake up. It'll actually be worse if it's all in my head; I wouldn't be able to blame you."

"Then pretend I'm someone else, I'm only imaginary according to you."

She rolled her eyes heavenward at that and shook her head, "Don't you think I've been trying to imagine you were someone else from the get go? And who should I pretend you were? It's no use, I've gone crazy."

He chuckled, "I'll give you another back rub."

Mary narrowed her eyes and arched an eyebrow, "What's the catch?"

"You let me touch your boobs," he said nonchalantly with a shrug. He knew he was about to get punched, but he was just trying to have fun with her. Life wouldn't be normal for them if she didn't try to hit him or if he didn't tease her. He threw that deal out there knowing that she would refuse.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise, "You…you…oh my God, I always knew you were a pervis. Boobs?! What are you, in grade school? Lil' Marshall wanna touch my knockers, breasts, tatas, twins…"

He shrugged at her sarcastic antics, "It would actually benefit both of us, you get a massage – and don't try to deny you love my hands – and I'll just touch your…" he pointed at her chest, "We'll both win in this case."

She stared at him intrigued, the suggestion had come as a surprise, but she couldn't kid herself, she had wanted him to touch her. She couldn't deny the coil of heat that course through her body when he asked to touch her, she definitely enjoyed his hands on her back. The fact was that she was afraid of the Pandora box that she was ready to open with him. Would they be able to close it? Will she want to close it? What if she wanted the Pandora box opened in the real world? How would she handle seeing him in the real world if they crossed that line? Would she be able to look him in the eyes? She continued to stare at him, trying to make up her mind, but then came to the realization that here was the only time she could actually be real with him. Here was the only time her emotions wouldn't hurt her.

"No talking," she said seriously pointing a finger at him. "No sounds of any kind while you touch me."

"Deal" he agreed immediately. He couldn't believe that she had agreed. Oh my God, I can't believe she fell for it. Am I gonna be able to touch her? Oh GOD!

Mary crawled up onto the bed and lay on her stomach and closed her eyes. As hard as she wanted to imagine someone else, Marshall's hands were the ones she felt and caused her glorious pleasure.

Marshall placed his hands exactly how he had done in the previous dreams and began to massage her, it seemed like her flesh was warmer than normal. He applied just enough pressure to cause her to moan in satisfaction. The sensations were not only affecting her by the sexual sounds she is making, but he could feel it in his body as well. As before, he clenches his jaw and eyes tight shut, he needed to focus on giving her the massage that would ensure that she relaxed.

She felt her body crawl with goose bumps, his hands were magic and she was his assistant. She groaned in pleasure yet again and arched her back against his hands, he was pressing her pressure points between her shoulder blades and she melted.

No sooner had the massage started, when Marshall rolled off her unto his stomach, he wasn't sure he would be able to touch her now. Wearing PJs in a dream was just like in real life, they tended to tent when being pushed.

"Time's up, my turn"

Mary rolled onto her side and glared at him, "That wasn't long enough"

He shrugged at her, he could feel his body relax and he was able to sit up without embarrassing himself in front of her, "It was long enough, my turn now."

She glared at him as she slid off the bed, facing him with her hands beside her, "Fine!"

He reached towards her breasts and she had to shut her eyes, the urge to punch him to wake up grew. But she knew that wasn't fair, he had given her a massage for the pleasure of touching her. She groaned inwardly as she felt his hand finally cup her full breast in his hand, without looking she knew she fit his hand perfectly.

Marshall had entered another universe the moment his hand cupped her full breast, he held it – weighing the hot flesh – trying to memorize its weight in his hand. He looked up and saw her frown tremble with her eyes closed shut. Looking down he could see the protrusion on her shirt, he rubbed his thumb over the nub and she shuddered, her lips had opened slightly as if trying to take in as much breath as she could.

Mary couldn't take it, she opened her eyes to meet his staring straight at her. Their eyes locked and Marshall continued his ministrations on her breast. She felt strange that the experience wasn't turning her off, more like the total opposite. She flushed as he pressed against her flesh before his thumb continued the stroking.

She could feel her body start to heat up in response to his, their eyes couldn't look away from the other and right before she felt a moan rip through, she said huskily, "Okay, that's enough."

He shook his hand as he reached towards her other breast with his other hand, but before his hand could reach its intended target, she took a swing at him.

Mary gasped out loud as she found herself on her bed, alone. She groaned in frustration and rolled out of bed. Her body was tense and on edge, she couldn't shake off the arousal coursing through her body. Going into the bathroom, she shrugged out of her long t-shirt and panties, she turned the shower on and jumped in before the water started to warm up.

"Damn it Marshall, that was the biggest mistake I could've done," she growled at him. She pounded the shower walls in an attempt to get rid of the images in her head of him holding her breast in his hand and his darkening eyes. Eyes she had seen that same color one other time, the night of Trina's bachelorette party.

Marshall sat up and rubbed his face, the dreams kept getting worst, or in this case had gotten a little too good just before she had woken them. He couldn't shake the fact that it felt like they were really in the same dream together, his doubt were diminishing at a faster rate.

He lay in his bed and tried to ignore the tent on his blankets, he couldn't and didn't want to stop thinking of the flesh that had lain in his hand and the thumb that had the pleasure to still feel her nub on it.

"How the hell will I be able to look at her without getting a stiffy?" he groaned into his pillow, pulling it against his body, he would be in agony for the rest of the night.

TBC...should this move to M rating? Please let me know.