When in Doubt: Deleted Scene #3
Title: When in Doubt... Any Door that Locks Will Do
Author: x_the_gpp_x
Rating: Give it to be Baby! (AKA NC-17)
Summary: the final two deleted scenes from our crazy, When In Doubt collaborative effort. Both are set within the timeline of the fic.
Millions of thanks again to everyone who has joined us on this crazy adventure.
Like the rest of the restaurant, the bathroom at the Capital Grille was spacious and lavishly decorated in tasteful neutrals. Mary had less than a minute to appreciate the marble counter top with lighted makeup mirror and row of floor to ceiling doors that gave women complete privacy in their toilet stalls before Marshall slipped in behind her.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her flush against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass and she gave a little wiggle just to hear him groan. He liked this, the public place, the fact that they could be interrupted at any moment.
Marshall let go of her hips with one hand so he could pull her hair off her neck. He nipped her earlobe. “Mary,” he whispered huskily as his mouth moved to suck the creamy white skin of her jawbone right by her ear. He knew he was going to leave a hickey. He was glad. He wanted to possess her fully, brand her as his own.
Mary tilted her head back against his shoulder to give him better access to her throat. Whatever he was doing with his teeth, lips and tongue she didn’t want it to ever stop. She cupped the back of his head, pushing him closer and arched against him, thrusting her as backwards against his rock hard cock.
He pulled back from her long enough to spin her so he could kiss her on the lips. The kiss was hard, all tongue and teeth and heat. He pushed her backwards until she collided with the wall with a muted thud. His erection was pressing against her belly and she made quick work of his belt and fly.
Mary pushed his boxers down as Marshall managed to slide Mary’s dress up to her belly button. They didn’t dare strip completely. Not here, when any moment someone would be bursting through the door. They got just naked enough.
And then he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slender frame. Locking eyes with Mary, Marshall slid his penis into her warm, wet vagina. He watched her pupils dilate before her eyes fell closed. He captured her mouth in another kiss as they began to move.
She would have bruises on her back tomorrow. On her hip bones, the back of her head and her shoulders, but in the moment, Mary didn’t care. She matched Marshall’s movements, tilting her hips so she could take his entire length into her.
Marshall kept one hand on the wall for support, the other on Mary’s breast, tweaking her nipple in time with his strokes. Her orgasm came quickly. Her inner walls tightened and she threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name. Marshall’s hips jerked one, twice and then he buried his cry of ‘Mary’ in her shoulder.
They stayed, collapsed against the wall for several seconds, panting before Marshall slid out of her and stuffed his penis back into his boxers. He ran a hand through his hair and did his best to look as though he’d only been to the washroom and not just fucked his girlfriend against a wall.
Mary pulled her dress back down and walked over to the sink to reapply her lipstick and tidy her hair. She sent Marshall back to the table first, following fifteen seconds later. She was pretty sure everyone in the restaurant knew what had just happened, but she was too sated to give a damn.
The final Deleted Scene can be found on ONTD_IPS. WARNING: slash, smut and swearing are included.
Author: x_the_gpp_x
Rating: Give it to be Baby! (AKA NC-17)
Summary: the final two deleted scenes from our crazy, When In Doubt collaborative effort. Both are set within the timeline of the fic.
Millions of thanks again to everyone who has joined us on this crazy adventure.
Like the rest of the restaurant, the bathroom at the Capital Grille was spacious and lavishly decorated in tasteful neutrals. Mary had less than a minute to appreciate the marble counter top with lighted makeup mirror and row of floor to ceiling doors that gave women complete privacy in their toilet stalls before Marshall slipped in behind her.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her flush against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass and she gave a little wiggle just to hear him groan. He liked this, the public place, the fact that they could be interrupted at any moment.
Marshall let go of her hips with one hand so he could pull her hair off her neck. He nipped her earlobe. “Mary,” he whispered huskily as his mouth moved to suck the creamy white skin of her jawbone right by her ear. He knew he was going to leave a hickey. He was glad. He wanted to possess her fully, brand her as his own.
Mary tilted her head back against his shoulder to give him better access to her throat. Whatever he was doing with his teeth, lips and tongue she didn’t want it to ever stop. She cupped the back of his head, pushing him closer and arched against him, thrusting her as backwards against his rock hard cock.
He pulled back from her long enough to spin her so he could kiss her on the lips. The kiss was hard, all tongue and teeth and heat. He pushed her backwards until she collided with the wall with a muted thud. His erection was pressing against her belly and she made quick work of his belt and fly.
Mary pushed his boxers down as Marshall managed to slide Mary’s dress up to her belly button. They didn’t dare strip completely. Not here, when any moment someone would be bursting through the door. They got just naked enough.
And then he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slender frame. Locking eyes with Mary, Marshall slid his penis into her warm, wet vagina. He watched her pupils dilate before her eyes fell closed. He captured her mouth in another kiss as they began to move.
She would have bruises on her back tomorrow. On her hip bones, the back of her head and her shoulders, but in the moment, Mary didn’t care. She matched Marshall’s movements, tilting her hips so she could take his entire length into her.
Marshall kept one hand on the wall for support, the other on Mary’s breast, tweaking her nipple in time with his strokes. Her orgasm came quickly. Her inner walls tightened and she threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name. Marshall’s hips jerked one, twice and then he buried his cry of ‘Mary’ in her shoulder.
They stayed, collapsed against the wall for several seconds, panting before Marshall slid out of her and stuffed his penis back into his boxers. He ran a hand through his hair and did his best to look as though he’d only been to the washroom and not just fucked his girlfriend against a wall.
Mary pulled her dress back down and walked over to the sink to reapply her lipstick and tidy her hair. She sent Marshall back to the table first, following fifteen seconds later. She was pretty sure everyone in the restaurant knew what had just happened, but she was too sated to give a damn.
The final Deleted Scene can be found on ONTD_IPS. WARNING: slash, smut and swearing are included.