A Kiss is Just a Kiss Sequel - Chapter 3 Kiss It and Make it Better
Chapter 3 - Kiss It and Make it Better
Marshall toyed with his fries, his attention back on the conversation with Mary from the morning. The one where she told him to back off with Danny. He was too close to him. The protective stance he had taken had gone beyond that of an inspector for his witness and become more like that of a father for his son. Mary was right. He needed to give Danny more space, allow him to make decisions for himself without interference. If Danny wanted his advice, he would ask for it.
Thoughts drifting back to Mary as he swabbed another fry through ketchup, Marshall wondered what was behind her surliness today. It was worse than usual. In fact, of late, she had been fairly pleasant. He liked to think he had something to do with that.
His shoulders humped over the table as he considered that maybe it was just pure sexual frustration. He was getting very frustrated himself. She hadn't told him what he needed to hear yet. And all he could think about was pounding into her. He wanted to bury himself in her so bad, he was walking around with a permanent hard-on. It was almost as bad as being in high school.
He hoped she would get there soon, before frustration took its toll on both of them. He couldn't just tell her what he needed from her. She had to arrive at that conclusion herself, accept it and then be able to communicate it to him. He knew she loved him, but love wasn't enough.
Mary could be self-centered, outside of her concern for her witnesses. He had to know that she would shoulder her share of the responsibility for their relationship. That she would be willing to sacrifice, to reach out to him. It was essential to the long-term survival of their personal partnership. A partnership he wanted to make legal and permanent.
Mary rolled over and stretched, the pale morning sunlight streaming in through Marshall's curtains. She reluctantly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Groaning she turned her head to look at Marshall.
She loved to watch him sleeping, his hair spiked every which way. His chest was rising and falling almost imperceptibly. Her eyes ran down his body appreciatively, the sheet covering his legs, leaving his morning erection under his boxers visible to her eager eyes. A soft smile graced her lips as their activities from the night before played through her mind. Marshall's slow, gentle explorations, his kisses that covered every inch of her body.
His manner of discreetly moving clothing aside to place warm kisses on quivering flesh. Sleeve pushed up to expose the soft inner skin of her arm. Top gathered in nimble fingers uncovering taut stomach muscles. Loose neckline pushed aside granting access to the back of her shoulder. Pajama leg pulled up revealing tender skin of her inner knee. Fingers hooked in sleep pants and tugged down uncovering the pale flesh of her hip. All kissed tenderly and covered back up.
She wondered how he kept such tight control of himself. The touches he employed, the kisses he showered on her; last night he somehow infused them with affection, with curiosity, but not with passion. She had felt...adored. It was nice, having him run his appreciative eyes over her, imparting his love to her through his open gaze, without pressuring her for anything else. Not that she wasn't more than ready for something else, but still. He loved her even without the prospect of a roll in the hay.
She contemplated their continuing lack of hay rolling. She knew Marshall needed something from her, that it was very important to him that she give him something before they take that final step. She just didn't know what it was.
Mary shook herself from her reverie to find those amazing blue eyes focused on her. A smile spread across her features.
"Hey." She ran her hand through his hair, marveling at how soft it felt flowing through her fingers. "So last night was nice." She felt a tingle as his smile reached his eyes at her comment.
"Mmmm. Yes it was. Told you just exploring was pleasurable." He snaked a warm hand around her waist.
Mary was silent a long moment, basking in his smile, the warmth of his hand of her hip. But she had also been thinking and a question had been nagging at her. The man clearly knew what he was doing, so he obviously had some experience, but...
Marshall hadn't had a girlfriend in some time, he didn't engage in casual flings, just how long had it been for him? How frustrated must he be?
"Marshall, how long has it been for you?" She watched him attentively as a light pink stain crossed his cheeks. He rolled over on his stomach and rested his head on crossed arms to look at her.
"Three years," he said finally, cringing as Mary's mouth fell open.
"Three. Years?" The incredulity in her voice was hard to listen to. "Good God in heaven why?" Mary couldn't hardly believe what he was telling her.
Marshall couldn't help the flush of embarrassment. This was highly personal. And he wasn't sure if he could make her understand. That the emotional connection was the most important thing to him. That his emotional connection with her had been seven years in the making. That he couldn't develop an emotional connection with someone else when he was in love with her. That he had been waiting for her. It sounded pathetic somehow.
"I couldn't, not once I knew I was in love with you." Emerald pools met blue skies and locked. Mary faltered for something to say, her mind spinning. He'd been in love with her for three years? "It wouldn't have been fair to the other person, it would have been a lie to myself." He paused. "It would have been a betrayal of my feelings for you."
"Oh Marshall." She felt bad for him. He had been waiting for her. And she had treated him like crap. "Aren't you like ready to explode?" She waited as he considered the question, trying not to dwell on how her actions over the last three years must have felt like betrayal to him.
"I want it to be perfect for us. I can wait." He watched her a moment. Now was as good a time as any to broach a subject he had been wanting to discuss with her. "We're moving in that direction Mary. Guess we should talk about protection."
Her eyelids fluttered down and she focused on the muscles of his bicep. "I'm on the pill."
"Do you want me to use a condom?" Mary didn't quite meet his eyes as she shook her head. "I want to be able to feel you," she said quietly, rejoicing in the fact he did actually intend to sex her up eventually.
Marshall nodded, then placed his palm splayed out on her stomach. Mary realized with a small jolt that she rather liked the slightly possessive feel of his warm hand laid flat on her abdomen, his wide spread fingers snaking under her pajamas and grazing the light cotton of her panties.
"What about kids, Mary? Do you want them?" There was an underlying tension in his voice that Mary had never heard before. She met his eyes, which had gone very dark. It occurred to her that this may be a deal breaker.
The warmth of his hand was distracting, more so when he started a lazy back and forth caress. The flash of that warm palm caressing her swollen belly hit her again, followed by the image of a tiny girl with Marshall's blue eyes.
"I think I would want your child." His goofy grin was endearing.
"Really? Because I fantasize about you pregnant." He leaned in to place his lips on her ear and lowered his voice. "Carrying my child. I think about touching your belly, feeling our child moving inside you." His voice had gone dark, smoky, sexy. He grazed a soft kiss on her lips. "I want that." His fingers started drifting down, floating over the cotton of her panties, his grin spreading as he felt the soaked fabric.
The two partners strolled slowly along the pathway that ran around the park. The squeals of children on the swings rang through the still, sultry air of early evening. Marshall's arm was slung around Mary's waist as they discussed the days witness visits, Brandi's latest class difficulties, Marshall's conversation with his father the previous day. Anything and everything.
"Enough chit chat," she said as they rounded the path by the gazebo. One side was cast in deep shadow as the sun sank low on the horizon. Turning to him she pulled him into the shadows inside the deserted gazebo, slid her hand up his strong jaw and drew him down for an enthusiastic kiss. His hands encircled her waist and they stood oblivious to everything but each other. Lips met and parted, tongues slid and dueled, breaths rasped and sighed. One hand slid down to her ass, spreading and cupping, pulling her up sharply against him. His hips moved suggestively against hers.
Mary hummed with satisfaction as she felt him growing hard against her belly. Their kisses intensified and Mary experienced a growing tension that screamed at her for release.
"Marshall, please," she whispered, her hands smoothing over his ass. "Public lewdness is an arrestable offense. Let's go home and get naked." The image that flooded his brain almost shook his resolve. Marshall felt his heart breaking at the desire and need he saw her in green eyes. Regretfully pushing her back slightly, he grasped her hands tightly.
"No," he said simply. Incomprehension mixed with confusion and frustration raced across her face. Followed by doubt and insecurity. Twilight was falling, early stars starting to twinkle in the sky.
"Don't you want me?" The plaintive question delivered a sucker punch to his gut. Her voice dropped. "I want you," she whispered. Marshall's eyes closed, shutting out the hurt on her face. He had to make her understand.
His throat was dry. "Have you never been seduced before Mary?" he asked her roughly, gaze focused on her. "Seduction is slow, it takes times, it's a process of discovery. Seduction seeps into your pores, seduction simmers under your skin, seduction makes desire a smoldering ember that burns hotter and hotter." He ran a finger over her cheek. "I am not taking you for a roll in the hay, Mary. You deserve so much more than that. I am seducing you and when the time is right I will take you to my bed." His finger traced over the lobe of her ear. "I will make love to you." His finger traced over her lips. "I will make you mine."
"But I'm already yours," she said in confusion.
Suddenly he tightened his hold on her and maneuvered her up against the wall of the gazebo. His hand tangled in her hair and he tugged her head back. Mary stared up at him in surprise. A slight hint of something dark lay under the surface. "I will screw you senseless." He pressed close to her, his body giving off heat everywhere he touched her.
"You really think I don't want you?" He breathed the question in her ear. "We will do this your way Mary, quick and dirty if that's what you want. But the first time is going to be my way, slow and gentle. I am going to seduce you. And then you can have your way with me."
Mary blinked in surprise, tentatively testing his hold on her. Firm and unyielding. She wondered if there was something wrong with her because she found this oddly arousing, this take charge Marshall that was manhandling her. She would shoot any other man who tried to pin her like this, who took control away from her.
"As long as I get to have my way with you eventually," she muttered, not missing the spark that turned his eyes almost black.