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When Mary arrived at the office, Marshall was nowhere in sight. His door was wide open, so he wasn't in there, she turned to the fishbowl and it was empty. Delia looked up from her computer as Mary sat at her desk, but was too busy on the phone with her recent witness to talk to her.

She began her work like any other day, but she kept vigil on the elevator doors, a little before noon Delia came back from going on an emergency witness visit and looked at Mary, "Marshall's still not back?"

"Back from where?" she arched an eyebrow. Upset that Delia hadn't told her Marshall's whereabouts before she ran off to her witness.

"Oh yeah, I didn't mean to forget to tell you, but that witness…well you know. Anyways, he had a meeting with the DoJ and the DA, a new witness. I thought he would be back by now," she said thoughtfully as she strolled back to her desk.

After lunch and an impromptu surprise witness visit, Mary sauntered into the office and found Marshall by the coffee machine. She approached him cautiously, he said nothing when she stood beside him, pulling her mug from the shelf and pouring her own coffee. He slowly turned to her and smiled, which she took as a good sign.

"So, how'd it go with the DoJ and the DA?" she asked after a moment.

He shrugged, "The usual, there's a witness we need to pick up from Denver."

Mary turned her back to the kitchenette and observed the office, trying to see who was watching them, she didn't have to look at Delia. The woman didn't know when not to stick her nose in other people's business.

"I thought you might be trying to hide," she glanced at him.

He looked sheepish and blushed at what her words implied, and pursed his lips as he delayed his response until she arched an eyebrow speculatively.

"I was partially hiding, the meeting wasn't until 10 this morning, but I…if you must know, it's not easy being near you at the moment. I almost called Delia to tell her I wouldn't be coming in the rest of the day," he snarled in frustration.

She giggled at his honesty, but it soon turned to a full belly laugh.

"Shut up," he said. "it's your fault anyway."

Mary stopped laughing and stared at him, "Really? Maybe I should revoke that permission."

Marshall panicked, "That's not what I'm saying. We should curb what we say about those dreams while we're around other people."

"I'll try my very best not to let you grope me in public."

"Mare," he growled. "That's not…you aren't taking this seriously, are you?"

She shrugged, "Seriously enough. I'm well aware how badly it could go if certain people out there knew what we got off on. But I also know no one has ever learned about my other fantasies, so I think we're good."

Marshall smirked, "I'm one of your fantasies?"

She glared at him before she dumped her coffee into the sink and stalking back to her desk.

"I have to admit something," she said.

"Yeah? Like what?" Marshall asked huskily.

He already had both hands under her shirt, having apparently gotten over his hesitance from the night before after her little confession by the coffee machine. I was seriously tempted just to take it off since it was only getting in the way.

"I had the same reaction towards you, I almost called out because I wasn't sure I would be able to walk around the office with you just a few feet away," she finished with a groan at his touch.

"And you were laughing at me? God, you're the biggest hypocrite."

"Yeah, but the difference is that I'm cute. Anyway," she was cut off by her own yelp, "Watch it! They're attached."

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"I'm just…it's just…"

"Just spit it out," he groaned at the feel of her heavy breasts finally in his hands.

"I woke up all worked up," she murmured into his face, looking straight into his dark blue eyes.

"Me too"

"Um…what if we…um…took care of that before we woke up?" she finished blushing scarlet.

Marshall paused his ministrations temporarily motionless with a thoughtful look on his face, "Are you aware of what you're saying?"

She shrugged and arched under him, trying to get his hands to move again.

"I don't know," he said. "But if that did work, wouldn't I wake up with a…uh…mess in the real world?"

"I guess you would," she sighed as he began to move his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. "Lucky for me, I wouldn't have that problem."

She yelped again as he pinched both nipples a little too hard, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't forget payback is a bitch, Marshall"

"You just like to rub it in, don't you?"

"Of course I do, that's why I'm the one here with you, isn't it?" she mocked him again with a half smile.

"I guess…among other things evidently," he said, glancing down at her chest, knowing full well that his hands were under her shirt.

On impulse she reached for the back of his neck and pulled him toward her. He looked confused for a second before she kissed him. It was only a short peck, barely called a kiss, but she could tell by the way he froze above her how it had affected him.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered shakily.

"Because it felt natural," she said. She brushed her hand along his jaw up into his hair on his temple. "Because we can do whatever we want when we're here. There is only you and I, no rules."

Marshall stared at her, then moved deliberately straddling her waist, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt in both hands and ripped it all the way to the collar. Without pausing, he lay fully on her and reached behind her to wrestle with the clasp of her bra, for a second or two before it gave way and discarded the garment.

Mary lay below him, in arousing intense shock, he could finally see her naked breasts. Her torn shirt hang limply against her shoulders, but no longer in the way.

"That was so fucking hot," she groaned her admission.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't…shut up, don't you dare go all wuss on me now!" she growled up into his face, breathing hard at the heat coursing through her aroused body.

Mary pulled him toward her yet again, this time down to her breasts where he held himself right above them.

Marshall was pretty sure that her full breasts and rosy nipples were the works of perfectection, he had never seen such a beautiful sight. It didn't take him long to start nuzzling on her breasts, then suck one of her nipples between his lips. She ran fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, arching her back to push her breasts deeper into his mouth. He got down to the job properly, licking and sucking and nibbling eagerly at her sensitive flesh.

She moaned and thrashed below him not wanting him to stop his ministrations, she needed him to take this kind of initiative more often…not often enough that it would cross into the real world. At least not yet.

Every now and then she felt his hardness bump against her leg. She could tell that he was fully aroused and she was tempted to pay him back for the torture he was inflicting on her at the moment.

But decided against it as she pushed her hand down her panties, she knew he would be shocked, but she couldn't help it. She was fully aroused and if she didn't do something about it, there would be more than either was ready for.

She wiggled her fingers under her panties with practiced ease, then continued even farther. She could already feel how wet she'd become just from his lips and teeth on her breasts, her nipples.

"What are you doing?" Marshall asked, taking a break from her breasts.

"What does it look like I'm doing, Einstein?" she moaned as she continued to touch herself.

He groaned and his hardness rubbed against her leg again, harder this time like he was trying to temporarily appease his desire. She was positive that it wouldn't do much but frustrate him more.

"You should try it," she gasped as he nipped at her left breast before nibbling it.

"Damn it, Mare…"

Mary knew how to drive him crazy, she made it a point to exaggerate every moan and sigh as she parted her nether lips, up around her sensitive button, never touching for too long before rubbing her fingers down her moist lips.

Marshall growled into her neck, "You're fucking driving me insane and you're doing it on purpose."

"That's the idea," she groaned into his sweaty temple.

"You think I can easily do that…I don't know…argh!" she could almost feel him blush even though he was flushed from arousal.

"And here I thought that you were full of confidence. What happened to the guy that tore my shirt and bra off? You're so much sexier when you just let go."

He raised himself on one elbow and shot her a dirty look before he rolled her over so she lay on her stomach. She could've stopped him, but she had always been curious by nature, and she was definitely curious to see how far Marshall would take this.

She made sure her hand stayed between her legs, working herself into a mindless mess. She wanted him to see her, all of her, even if deep down she would be mortified come morning.

"Bad influence…" she heard him mutter into the nape of her neck before he nipped her shoulder.

Mary wanted to protest, more as an automatic response, but she could tell he wasn't done. She barked in surprise as he tore her panties down and leaving her bare for his gaze, she clenched her eyes in shyness. She wanted to laugh at her predicament, how can she be shy when she had instigated this behavior.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

She moved her fingers up to the sensitive button and rubbed herself, feeling the coils of orgasm reaching for her.

Marshall was in awe of the woman that lay below him, he couldn't help but groan in appreciation, he didn't know where to start from. He could see her hand moving over what he knew was her sensitive button, he couldn't help it any longer. As fast as he could he stripped his shorts along with his boxers down, kicking them the rest of the way, he took himself in his hand and began to stroke.

Her orgasm hit her and tore through her body, she thrashed below him on the bed, oblivious to anything other than her pleasure. After a few minutes, possibly seconds, she came back to her body and turned her head back.

He was watching her in aroused shock, when he could tell she had come down from her joy ride, he began to stroke his hardness faster, watching her in mid-pleasure had given him enough incentive to get to the point of no return.

"You're so damn hot," he managed in a strangled groan before he let go and came, she stared down as best as she could in her position and saw as he spewed his spunk jumped to land on her.

Mary jumped and gasped as she woke from the intense dream, she collapsed back on the bed as she gulped air through her mouth. She knew she had an orgasm in the dream, yet she had woken up all worked up. She groaned in frustration and shook her head.

"What the hell did I do?" she covered her face with a pillow and moaned as she cursed herself for being too forward. How was she going to look him in the eyes now?

Getting up she went to get a shower, she didn't even look at the time, she needed to get off like her life depended on it.

Marshall rolled over and managed not to injure his appendage, still fully aroused, the only good thing had been that he hadn't made a mess. "Damn it Mare"

He rolled back onto his back and sat up on the side of his bed, he wanted to take care of himself and he couldn't do it laying on his bed. He tore his clothes off and jumped into a hot shower and reached for his still hard member, it took him a handful of pumps before he was spewing his spunk all over the floor of the shower.

TBC...definitely getting more smutty.