Thanks for the review! So, there's only one more chapter, possibly an epilogue...no promises. I know I normally give you guys a heads-up when I'm getting near the end. So enjoy!

The next few days were hectic; Mary had to pick up a witness and would be gone for the rest of the week and it was only Tuesday. Marshall wasn't sure how he'd survive without her in the office, after the last dream in the office, their relationship had shifted and he was afraid that she would run from her feelings.

As Mary drove to her destination with Carl - her partner on this witness pick up - she couldn't help but think of Marshall and their shared dreams. She blushed at the things they had managed to get into within their dreams. They hadn't gotten too carried away and still enjoyed each other without crossing that ultimate line. She was afraid of losing him, more now than ever.

If anything, the witness pick up was probably a good thing for both of them, it gave them the chance to think about their relationship, whether it would remain a friendship or move forward in a positive way.

Mary didn't sleep much throughout the transport, which left her as grouchy as ever. She tried to distract herself by being blatantly talkative with the witness and with Carl. But nothing really helped; she couldn't stop thinking about Marshall and the dreams. And even when she did sleep, she didn't dream of him, making her insufferable.

Marshall tried to nap a few times, to see if he could dream with Mary, but all it did was make him more tired. His biggest problem was that his feelings had grown to overflow and it scared him to death, they were walking a very tight rope that could snap and both would be paying a high price for their move.

He was in such a pathetic way that he resort to texting her to see how everything was going, but she didn't reply. He knew that she wouldn't, not unless it was necessary and him being worried wasn't a good enough reason. Travelling with a witness was always a risk and texting could cause a problem.

She sighed as it became night for the second night of their drive back to Albuquerque. They were in a hotel, Carl had first watch and Mary tried to sleep. It was a sad attempt, made worst because she had gotten used to falling asleep only to wake up in the dreams with Marshall. Apparently proximity had more than an impact than she'd realized.

By Friday, Marshall felt a little better knowing that Mary would be back that day. She had called and spoken to Delia because he had been busy with a witness on the phone. He kept glancing at his watch, when she hadn't gotten back by nightfall, Marshall gave up and went home. He cooked, eating with a lonely bereft feeling.

Mary and Carl finally managed to crawl into city limits, found the witness a secure hotel room. After securing the witness and Carl in the adjoining room, she drove home with a morose feeling. She walked into her house kicking her boots off and throwing her jacket to the closest chair before pulling off her jeans and her button up along with her bra. She collapsed on her bed in only her panties and wife beater.

It took Marshall a while for him to finally fall asleep that night, he couldn't get comfortable and it was made worst because he couldn't shut his mind down. He didn't know when or how, but sleep finally won and he was out.

Mary found herself in the dream room, she frowned because she hadn't been able to dream up this place and it felt like forever since she had been there. It felt strange to be in the dream room without Marshall, until she turned and found his cerulean eyes looking at her curiously.

"Where'd you come from?" he asked in confusion.

"Same place as always"

He arched eyebrow and smirked, "You know what I mean. You hadn't arrived back at the office by the time I left and we haven't been here in the past couple of days…"

"Traffic, we got in late," she interrupted. "But I'm here now…or home at least. Whatever. I'm back anyway."

They stared at each other for what seemed like a long time – but probably just a minute – she ran to him and threw herself into his waiting arms, her lips locking on his. He hugged her fiercely and kissed her back and for a long time, that was all that mattered, she was finally in his arms.

"I missed you," she murmured as she pecked his lips. "Way too damn much…damn it Marshall, what the hell have you done to me?"

"I missed you too, I regretted not sending Delia…kind of wished you would've stayed home," he agreed between pecks. He never thought he'd have her like this and now he didn't know how much he could take.

"Well at least you'll think twice before getting rid of me"

"But I didn't…" he argued as he pulled her head up to his again, he tilted his head and immediately deepened the kiss, twining his tongue with her, he sucked on her tongue before letting go.

She pushed him over onto the bed and fell together. She climbed on top of him, running her hands all over his chest and shoulders, her lips never leaving his. Even though she had enjoyed him being the aggressive one, this time she was in the mood to take control.

His shirt was in the way, she pulled it off and he laughed at her urgency. She leaned down and spread kisses all over his chest and trailed quick kisses across to his nipples, lick one to a hard point before sucking it lightly. He ran his fingers through her hair, keeping her close as he moaned in appreciation.

She needed him so badly, and they'd only been apart for a few days. She could feel his erect member pressing against her belly, she moved up until her pelvis met his and thrust against him.

"Oh God…" he trailed as he lifted her head up for a long kiss. "You're going crazy."

"Yeah? Are you really complaining?" she muttered as she moved her mouth down to his neck, nipping a sensitive area she had found a few dreams back.

"…not complaining…" he stopped talking as she sat up as she continued to grind on top of him, he groaned, she moaned as she looked straight into his eyes as she pulled her wife beater up and off, tossing it across the room. His gaze was unashamedly on her naked breasts and it made her even hotter to see the look of pure lust in his eyes. She couldn't deny the look in his eyes, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Marshall reached up to grab her breasts and she let him paw them as much as he wanted. He tried to pull her back down, but she had other plans.

After letting him play with her breasts, pinching her nipples for a few minutes, she pushed his hands away and got off his lap. He snarled as she swiveled around to face his hardness. She pulled his boxer elastic waistband up and over his hard flesh. She could see him throbbing fast and hard, she could feel his hands moving over her back and down to cup her ass.

His thick member was hard and inviting, she licked her lips and it twitched, she looked up and saw him looking down at her, anticipating her lips surrounding him. She curled her fingers around it and stroked it a couple of times, then held it steady so she could take the tip into her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking more and more of it inside each time until she felt him at the back of her throat.

He arched his back and wailed, "Feels so good when you do that."

Mary smiled with her mouth full and continued to bring him to the edge. She enjoyed making him feel good, making them feel more connected then when they were partners.

Marshall continued to move his hand as much as he could to cup her moist center over her panties, but the only piece of clothing on her body was driving her mad. She wanted, no needed him to touch her flesh and not through her panties.

"Take them off," she muttered as she pulled him free, swiping her tongue on the tip.

"Can't…straighten your legs out," he complained.

She released him with a heavy sigh and rolled onto her back, as soon as she was on her back he started to push her panties down before kicking his boxers completely off. He moved back towards her and brought his lips to hers, he kissed her tenderly.

"I need you," she looked up at him, her fingers in his hair. "Right now"

He gave her a curt nod, "Okay."

He kneed her thighs and moved over her, as he tried to move down between her legs, she knew he had misunderstood her. She didn't need him to return the favor, she needed him.

"No…I neeed you," she said simply.

The look of shock surprised almost made her laugh, it was finally dawning on him what she meant.

"Oh…like…"

"Yeah," she croaked.

When he didn't make any kind of move, she tackled him backward and straddled his waist once again, this time with nothing between them. She was so wet from arousal, all she needed to do was sink onto his hardness. But he held her back.

"Are you sure? Because…"

"I'm positive"

"No, listen…Mare, this is a bigger deal then a few stolen kisses and caresses in our dreams, if this happens…as real or non real you think this is…it will be real to me. Will it be real for you?" he looked up at her, waiting for her to pull back and raise those damned walls he was always trying to break down.

Mary stared at him; she knew what he was asking. Will I be real for you? Will you take me seriously and become one with me? She always knew how to read him and she was ready, scared shitless but ready for real with him.

"I know and I want it…I want you," she said looking him dead in the eyes. "I need it. I need you. And I've never needed anyone this much ever before in my life."

Marshall looked into her eyes and saw what she was saying. He was so hot and hard, whatever any other objections he could possibly have went out the proverbial window and he shut it, locking his insecurities out. He understood that having sex was just one part of being intimate with someone, but they were not only naked because they had no clothes on, but at his moment they were emotionally naked as well.

He caught her off guard and rolled her onto her back, whispering against her ear before nipping it, "Such a bad influence on me."

She squealed in delight as she arched up against him, rubbing her erect nipples against his chest. His hardness came to rest naturally against her wet center and she tried to arch her hips, to get him inside just by rolling her hips. But he pulled back.

He waited until she settled down before he finally guided the tip of his hardness toward her soft wet center, slowly he pushed it inside. They stared at one another as her body accepted him eagerly and soon he was as far in to begin thrusting back and forth without pulling all the way out on his back strokes.

"Harder," she arched up under him as she ran her hands down to his ass, pulling him harder against her.

"I'm barely in you," he said on a dry chuckle. "Just let me…"

"Harder," she howled.

He stopped and pressed as deep as he could go, he pulled back slowly and all at once he shoved himself balls deep into her. He repeated the action again and again and again, bottoming out on every stroke.

She knew he was still holding back, "You're such…(gasp) a fucking…(moan) gentleman. You're still…oh God…being gentle with me, aren't you?"

"Yea…" he panted.

"Don't! I can take it…I can take all of you"

"I'm sure you can"

He rested his forehead on hers, his right hand moved down to wrap his hand on her thigh, pulling it higher over his waist. He backed all the way out until only the tip remained inside and slammed his himself hard into her. In the brief seconds before he did, she imagined what it would feel to take his whole passion and how great it would be for them both. She almost felt him pound himself into her over and over again. But as hard as he had thrust back into her, it had only managed to wake them up.

Mary sat up with a gasp and panted as she looked around her bedroom. She was alone yet again. She flopped down onto her pillow and stared up at her dark ceiling. She growled and cursed the heavens, her body was on fire and there was no way in hell she would take care of herself.

Marshall's eyes opened and he groaned as he felt his hardness being pushed back by his boxers, he sat up and took a few deep breaths. He couldn't believe that they had gotten that far only to be awoken so abruptly.

He leaned over, resting his arms against his knees and continued to try to regulate his panting breathing. He was in quite a state that he was sure that he couldn't take care of himself.

TBC...