A Kiss is Just a Kiss Sequel - Chapter 2 Kissing Is as Kissing Does
Title: A Kiss is Just a Kiss Sequel
Author: tilley_girl
Characters/Pairing: Mary/Marshall
Rating: R
Summary: Sequel to A Kiss is Just a Kiss. The continuing journey of Mary and Marshall's discovery of each other.
Warning: R for a reason folks
Author’s Note: I had a number of requests for a sequel to my A Kiss is Just a Kiss story, so here it is. The continuing journey of discovery for Mary and Marshall. Let's just say this is going to get a bit spicier. Many thanks to Bujyo for her thoughts and comments
Chapter 2 - Kissing Is as Kissing Does
Marshall looked up from his computer screen and saw Mary watching him, a soft smile playing around her lips. He favored her with a lazy grin in return. Mary's breath caught as his eyes sparked and his smile turned knowing. He knew exactly what she had been thinking about. Damn him. She felt a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
She had been thinking about dinner last night, or more specifically the washing up after dinner. Mary had been standing at the sink, her hands immersed in hot soapy water. A pattern had evolved over the last several weeks of Marshall cooking and Mary cleaning up. Marshall had walked up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, waiting for her to relax back against his chest.
He subtly rocked back and forth as he chatted with her, asking about her last witness visit of the day. Mary filled him in as she rinsed plates and returned her hands to the steaming water. His hand splayed flat against her abdomen and he placed a soft kiss on her neck.
Mary gave a satisfied sigh and allowed her head to loll back on his shoulder. Marshall loosened his hold and ran his hands down her arms, plunging into the hot water to capture her hands. He began a slow massage of her hands, the pads of his thumbs working her palms, rolling her fingers between his. His slippery hands worked the muscles of her wrists and forearms, then lifted out of the water as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. One leg moved forward, sliding against hers, to wedge her against the sink as his dripping hands cupped her breasts.
Mary's eyes flew open as he delicately rolled his open palms over her curves, the wet warmth sinking into her. One hand snaked up the front of her top, dexterous fingers deliberately undoing the top button, tugging her shirt apart, moving down to the next button, pulling her top apart further, reaching the third button. He bent over her shoulder to place a kiss on the swelling flesh above her bra. He exhaled hot breath on her quivering skin as it started to goose pimple, while continuing to caress her.
Mary shook her head and tried to bring her mind back to the forms in front of her. She had reluctantly agreed to let Marshall drive the development of their physical relationship and she was frequently confused by what he was doing...or not doing. One day he would engage in hot and heavy make out sessions with her that left her gasping for air, her toes tingling and moisture pooling between her legs. Then the next day he would drop sweet affectionate kisses on her mouth, with no hint of spice, pull her into a hug and call it a night. He had pleaded with her to trust him and she did, she just didn't understand his game plan sometimes.
It was a process and she guessed they would get there. No one had ever taken more than a few dates to bed her. This...seduction, was new to her and was building up a tension in her she had never experienced before. She was certainly looking forward to taking that final step more than she ever had in her life.
Last night though...her adoring partner had done things with his hands: skimming, touching, caressing, squeezing, holding. His hot mouth was on her neck again and Mary had turned her face up inviting his kiss, the cooling water in front of her forgotten. The invitation was accepted, Marshall's agile tongue thoroughly covering the inside of her mouth, as one long lean hand moved down, fingers dancing on her waistband. He worked nimble digits under the hem of her shirt, caressing her flat abdomen then moved hesitantly to the button of her jeans, sliding his finger over it and popping it free.
"Mary?" He breathed the question in a whisper in her ear and Mary nodded her head in acquiescence.
Grasping her zipper, Marshall slowly pulled, the whisper of metal teeth parting sending heat to his groin. He rested his palm against the soft cotton fabric of her panties, the heat from his hand penetrating the thin material. Moving languorous lips along her neck until he reached the pulse that leapt as he carefully worked his hand inside her panties, his slender fingers moved through her pubic hair to touch her wet entrance. Mary gave a startled gasp. Oh God. His inquisitive fingers felt amazing. He was circling around her folds, sliding, stroking, arousing. Mary tried to buck against his hand, to increase the pressure of the contact. Marshall's low chuckle sounded in her ear.
"Is this what you're looking for?" he mumbled as he slipped a finger inside her. Mary almost came off her feet. Given his restricted access, he was surprisingly nimble in his movements. Marshall's fingers were flooded with moisture and he easily set up a friction that had Mary squirming and clinging to his arm, while she raggedly tried to draw a breath.
"More," she rasped out, " I...need...more." Marshall's forearm clamped down on her waist, holding her still, as she wiggled desperately against him. He groaned as her shapely ass ground against the hard ridge of his erection.
"Mary, slow down." His fingers never ceased their exploring movements. "You're looking into the future. I'm here in the present. Stay with me. Just live for the moment. Concentrate on what you are feeling right now. Feel my arms around you. Feel my lips on your skin. Feel what my fingers are doing." He plunged deep into her to emphasize his point. "Relax back into me. Let me take your weight. I've got you."
Mary tried to do as he asked, to just feel, to concentrate on the building tension in her body, but not leap ahead to the payoff. She sank back against his chest, felt his arm tighten around her waist, supporting her weight. Marshall's left leg nudged hers further out, allowing slightly more access.
"Mary." Warm lips were placed on her ear, his voice deep and sexy. "Relax. Let go." Her body completely sagged against him and he carefully worked two fingers into her. "I want you, I adore you, I love you." The hoarse words that wobbled with emotion sent her over the edge with a soft cry, clinging to the arm he had clamped around her, her nails digging into the flesh of his forearm.
Glancing back up from where she had been staring off into space Mary met Marshall's eyes across the room. She was damp just from thinking about the previous night. The deep twilight of his eyes told her he was thinking about it also.
Stan stuck his head out of his office and asked them both to come in, Mary chuckling at the strangled look on Marshall's face, knowing that standing up at the moment was the last thing he wanted to do.
Mary waited as Marshall and Danny packed up their gear from their latest badminton match. She never tired of watching the two of them, admiring the long lean grace of the one and the sturdy muscular build of the other. Marshall headed off to load the net and poles in his GMC and Danny came over to sit on the ground by Mary
.
She waited, aware he wanted to talk to her. His game had been off today and there was a tension between the two men. Keeping one eye on Marshall and the other wary eye on Mary, Danny took a long drink of water and carefully capping the bottle, set it on the ground in front of him.
"Mary, can you get him to back off?" Mary was impressed. Right to the point, no beating around the bush. No wonder she liked this kid.
"About the semester abroad?" she clarified, just to be sure. She knew they discussed a wide range of subjects, including Danny's social life. He nodded, staring off across the park. Mary turned to follow his gaze and they both watched a teenage girl with a large golden retriever coming up the path towards them.
"I really want to go and barring special circumstances, like pending testimony, it's allowed. I went over my MOU with a fine tooth comb. I know he is waiting for official confirmation, but every time I see him, he is trying to change my mind. He needs to let me grow up, loosen the strings a bit."
Danny hesitated, glanced uncomfortably at Mary. "He's not my dad. He probably cares about me more than Dad does, but he doesn't have that authority with me."
Mary winced in pain for both of them. Hearing Marshall's approaching footsteps, she nodded. "I'll talk to him." Danny smiled his thanks and got to his feet.
Mary woke at the slamming of a car door. She listened a moment to the still night then turned to find that Marshall had woken also. He stretched, then pushed the covers off, getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. Mary turned the bedside lamp on. Marshall had it on a dimmer switch and a muted yellow glow was given off, providing a small circle of illumination.
When he emerged from the bathroom and came back to bed, Mary turned on her side and regarded him.
"You going to tell me what happened with you and Danny today?" She had waited all evening for him to bring it up. He was obviously upset and he usually liked to share with her anything going on with his witnesses.
Marshall sighed, his lips compressing.
"We had a disagreement. Over his dating habits. He's seeing two girls. I tried to tell him that wasn't a good idea, especially as neither knows about the other. He is going to get burned and at least one, if not both of those girls is going to get hurt."
Mary reached over and gently started to caress the hair on the back of his neck. They were spending almost every night together in the same bed now. She had gotten used to it in an alarmingly fast time.
"Some mistakes he is just going to have to make himself. Has Stan gotten permission for his semester abroad yet? That may solve the problem if he's not around either one of them."
"He's still waiting on approval. Passports and visas can be tricky." He sighed and turned to look at her in the pale yellow light. A smile lifted the corner of his lips. He couldn't help it. There she was, in his bed, the stuff of his dreams.
"I am going to have to tell my other girl about you, you know." He dodged her gentle right hook and reached for her. Marshall drew her in for a kiss, his tongue flicking over the outline of her lips, before gently nudging her mouth open and proceeding to full exploration, running over her teeth, her cheeks, her tongue. The kiss deepened and his hands moved up to hold her breasts. He loved the sensation of the heavy weight of her resting in each hand, the softness his fingers sank into.
"I want you to touch me," she whispered, leaning into his open palms.
"I am," he responded, that ever present hint of amusement in his voice. He gently closed his hands around her for emphasis.
"No, touch my skin." And she broke the kiss to pull her top over her head, the fullness of her breasts revealed to him. She waited and he moved a trembling hand up to rest the pads of his fingers around her nipples. He caressed, explored, bent down and tasted. Kisses trailed down her torso until he urged her to lay out flat.
Lean, slender hands caressed her body, exploring her breasts, her abdomen, her hips. Marshall hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pajamas and drew them, along with her underwear, down her legs. He tossed the clothes aside and crouched over her, hungrily drinking in the pale skin, the toned musculature, the stillness of her body. She was letting him just look at her, take his fill.
No one had ever just looked at her before, run his eyes over her body in adoration, touched her with reverence.
Lightly skimming inquisitive fingers down her body from her shoulders to her toes, Marshall prayed for strength. His erection tented his boxers and he felt her eyes on him.
"Spread your legs," he murmured, "I want to see you." His hands were placed lightly on her thighs, but he didn't push her, all movement was up to her. Mary complied, her trust in this man so deep she would have done anything he requested. She shivered as she felt his gaze on her. He felt the tremor run through her body and smiled.
"No need to be shaking just yet. I'll get you there though." His eyes took in the wet curls, the pink folds of flesh. Moving one hand to lightly brush over her, he allowed his palm to settle, thumb searching and finding what he was looking for. He caressed, keeping a close watch on her face, listening to the changes in her breathing. As his strokes increased in speed, Mary let out a whimper.
"Please Marshall." He pulled back and gently urged her legs further apart; delicately parted her curls. He watched in fascination as the little hood quivered, contracting back and forth over the motherlode. Marshall stared in awe at the power of her body, the sheer ability she possessed.
"Okay Mary. I'm going to make you feel good. I'll get you there." He inserted one slender finger into her, delighting in the gasp that escaped her. She wriggled, trying to get firmer contact and he started to stroke with his thumb. Carefully inserting a second finger, he explored the smooth muscle of her vagina, then stretched his middle finger up as far as he could, searching for that sweet spot.
"Oh sweet mother," she gasped as he hit it. Marshall stroked back over the spot, then leaned down to kiss her as he applied firm pressure from his finger. Mary clutched his shoulders, let out a strangled cry and Marshall felt her body contracting around his fingers. It felt amazing.
Marshall closed his eyes as her ragged breathing started to normalize. He was going to have to do something about his little problem this time. He was too hard and uncomfortable to wait for things to subside. He sighed; Mary was a pliant bundle of goo in his arms.
She felt him straining against her and reached out to stroke him. "Let me help you with that little problem you have," she said with a low voiced chuckle. Marshall grasped her wrist, stopping her. He shook his head.
"No, this was about you tonight." Mary looked at him and languidly stretched against him, grinning as his eyes closed and a strained expression crossed his face.
"This is an equal opportunity partnership buster. Let me make you feel good." They stared at each other and then he dropped her arm, shrugging. She carefully drew his boxers down, discarding them on the floor, before reaching out to touch him, then hesitated.
"Show me how to touch you," she said, a faint blush staining her cheeks. "I want you to feel good too."
She remembered. Marshall was oddly touched that she remembered that long ago conversation in the hotel room. He took her hand and showed her how to cup his testicles, while stroking the underside of his shaft with her thumb. He drew her other hand down and closed her fingers over his head. Dipping his fingers back inside her, he applied the viscous moisture to his shaft, and urged her to set up a slow rhythm. He kept his hand over hers, adjusting the pressure she was applying, the speed she set.
Mary considered that he was on the generous side of average as she ran her hand up his length. It was his girth though, that gave her pause. She had somehow expected he would be long and slender, like the rest of him. He was going to feel amazing inside her, if she could ever get him there. She was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to go the distance with her.
Mary felt his body tense, his breathing become more harsh. He felt even more rigid in her grasp. His hips started to buck against her. "More," he gasped into her mouth as he gave her a sloppy, uncontrolled kiss and tightened his grasp over her fingers cupping his testicles. Mary gave a firm squeeze and he released himself into her hand with a grunt.
The relief he felt was immense and his body trembled. Mary plastered herself against him; mumbled terms of endearment he never thought he would hear from her lips. Marshall encircled her with his arms and let the tears roll down his face.