AN: For those of you that wanted to see more of the Mary Marshall sex scene in chapter 19 of Albuquerque, we have a problem, here it is. You don't need to have read the whole story, but you're missing out on a lot of unresolved sexual tension if you haven't. Oh and this is my first time writing smut so let me know what you think.

Albuquerque, we have an extended scene

Marshall lay in bed, trying to read his copy of the Webster's Timeline History of the Sauna. Trying, however, was the operative word in the sentence. Mary lay next to him, distracting him. Normally when Mary distracted him it was by talking or poking him or throwing things or some other childish pursuit that would prevent him from concentrating. Tonight was different. She'd found a new way of distracting him and she probably hadn't even realised it.

She was laying next to him staring at the ceiling in silence, deep in thought. And it was driving him crazy.

Suddenly she turned over so that she was facing him and just that little bit closer.

He reminded himself to breathe.

"Do you want sex?"

Yeap. She'd finally done it. She'd driven him mad. Now he was hallucinating.


"Do you want sex?" she repeated.

"In general?" he attempted to clarify, surprised when his voice sounded normal.

"No. With me. Now."


"I can't."

"What do you mean 'can't'?" She propped her head up on her hand so she could watch him better. "Oh. Can't as in can't?"

"What? No!" he squeaked. He cleared his throat and looked her in the eye. "Believe me when I say I can," he told her in his most seductive way and was rewarded with a predatory smile from her. Then in a moment that he would later classify as inspired genius, added dismissively, "Not that you'll ever find out," and returned his eyes to his book.

"Hmm. That sounded like a challenge to me, Marshall Mann."

It took every ounce of control he had not to respond to the way she said his name.

"You can take it anyway you want, but I'm not going to have sex with you."

Mary looked away. She'd thought he'd jump at the chance to have sex with her. Most men did. And she really wanted sex. If Raph wasn't such an idiot, she'd be having sex with him right now. But he'd lost her respect the instant he'd accused her of cheating on him and with her respect went any visitation rights he may have had to her body. Still, he'd brought it on himself and now he'd just have to live with the consequences.

"Why not?" she asked after a moment.

Marshall was just about to open his mouth to answer when he felt her hand on his stomach, tracing lazy circles.

"It's got to be more interesting than reading about saunas," she pointed out.

"Of that, I have no doubt," he agreed.

She inched closer to him, so that the front of her body was almost touching his side. She pulled the book down, forcing him to stop reading. He allowed her to take the book out of his hand and place it on the table on the other side of him, brushing her breasts against him as she did so.

Mary didn't fail to notice his breath hitch as she leant across him slowly or that, as she returned to her former position, his eyes were closed and his jaw tense.

"Marshall?" She ran the back of her fingers down the side of his face.

His eyes sprung open and met hers instantly. She could see that all his higher brain functions had shut down. Marshall was operating purely on his more primal desires. And the desire in his eyes was entirely focused on her.

She bit back the gasp that threatened to escape her lips.

He hadn't moved from where he lay, leaning against the headrest, yet Mary had never felt more wanted as she did in that instant.

He stroked the side of her face tenderly, letting his hand trail down to her shoulder. It lingered there a moment while Marshall looked at Mary. The raw desire in his eyes had diminished slightly as his brain regained some semblance of control.

Mary found herself to be disappointed at loss. She leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips, a calculated move born from knowing the simplest way to reach his lips was to lean forward so her entire body pressed against his. As she pulled away, she smiled as she saw she had achieved her goal. Her smile was short lived, however, as almost as soon as she had regained her position on her side she discovered Marshall's hand on her hip, pushing her backwards, forcing her onto her back. Marshall followed her movement so he was hovering above her, his weight supported by his forearm braced against the mattress. His right hand remained at her hip, where it was slowly working its way under her top.

Mary almost panicked at the sudden removal of control from her hands, but then her mind was occupied as Marshall kissed her, lowering himself so that their mouths just touched. The kiss was slow and tortuous. It was nothing like Mary had imagined or wanted. She wanted fast and frantic to allow her to sate her desires as quickly as possible then leave, like she normally did. But Marshall was having none of that. He kissed her slowly, silently telling her that if she wanted him this way then it was going to be on his terms.

He moved his mouth to her neck then onto her shoulder, pushing the strap of her top out of his way. She showered him with frenzied kisses, her hands groping and clawing at his back, desperate to pull him closer, to step up the pace, to regain her precious control.

"Shhh. Slow down," he whispered in her ear, halting her actions.

She forced her hands to remain still, and tried to be patient as he resumed his kissing then adjusted his position. He sat up, swinging his leg over her so he could straddle her. He grinned at her playfully as he ran his hands up from her hips, gathering her top in his hands as he went. She raised her arms so he could remove it with ease. She reached for his t-shirt only to have her hands swatted away as Marshall leant back in to kiss her again.

She reached for him again but again he stopped her. He stopped his exploration of her body to look at her.

"Stop fighting me," he told her, "Relax, it'll be much better if you relax. Trust me."

Mary stared at him for a long while.

He stared back.

Neither of them moved until Marshall felt Mary's body relax beneath him, then he removed his t-shirt in a single motion and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of Mary hands on his chest. Mary's hands raked down his chest, stroking his skin, eliciting an involuntary shudder as he felt his arousal grow. Her hands returned to his neck, tracing the curve as it met his shoulders. He allowed her to touch him as she kept her movements slow, giving him time to savour her touch. Her hands continued their path down his body. They stopped when they reached the scar on his shoulder. She stared at it before tracing it delicately with her finger.

Marshall watched her reaction. It was the first time she had seen his scar since it had healed. He saw the remorse and remembered pain in her eyes and leant forward to kiss her. He kissed her slowly and ran his tongue across her lips. She didn't respond, her hands balled into fists against his chest.

"Mare?" he whispered into her ear.

She looked at him, startled out of her retrospective, and smiled.

"You okay?"


"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," she whispered, then more forcefully, "Yes. Now get your pants off Mann!"

Marshall laughed and stood up, quickly shed his pants and rejoined her in bed.

"Nice," Mary said as she got a good look at him.

"Wait 'til you see what I can do with it..." he murmured as he started to kiss her again.

Mary laughed and started to wiggle out of her shorts, aided by Marshall. He ran his hand across her hip and down the outside of her thigh almost reaching her knees before allowing it to drift back up the inside of her leg. He let his fingers float across her soft curls as part of their path up her stomach and to her breasts.

Mary gasped, "God!"

"Not quite, but I can see how you'd be mistaken," Marshall teased.

"Shut up and kiss me, Marshall."

Marshall was happy to oblige, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she form the insult he suspected was coming.

He controlled the speed of the kiss until he felt Mary respond with hungry desperation. Her hands began clawing at his back, her nails leaving faint traces showing their path. He allowed her to increase the pace, not to the frenzy she'd wanted initially, but to one that would only encourage passion to build.

He felt her leg push against his and readjusted his position so he lay between her legs, his weight supported on one arm leaving the other free to explore. He was so focused on his exploration that he didn't notice the route Mary's hand was taking until it encircled his erection. He drew a sharp breath and permitted himself to move against her hand slowly.

He lowered his mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. His hand trailed against her soft skin as it made it's way down her body. She squirmed under his touch, her hand loosening as she lost focus on what she was doing. He eased his body backwards, out of her grasp and rested his forehead between her breast before depositing a line of kisses down her stomach until he was kneeing on the bed looking at her arrayed before him.

He took a second to firmly fix the image in his mind before once again lowering his head to kiss her. He kissed her gently then let his tongue take over, his desire to taste her too great to be contained any longer.

Mary leaned back and closed her eyes as his warm, wet tongue come into contact with her center. She lifted her hips to give him better access and was rewarded as his tongue slid over her clit once more causing her to moan. He flicked his tongue across her once more and was pleasantly surprised when she parted her legs further and clasped the back of his head, holding him in place, encouraging him to continue, to go deeper. He knew what she wanted yet he wasn't ready to oblige. He kept his touch light and fleeting, knowing he was driving her to distraction.

When she moaned his name, the desperation easy to discern, he ceased his ministration and freed himself from her hands so he could return to kiss her. Their tongues mingled and it was Marshall's turn to moan as he pressed up against her entrance. He could feel her pooling warmth and he was as ready to enter her as she was to receive him. He almost took her then but the small, sensible voice in the back of his head won out.

With an Herculean effort he pushed himself away, onto his back next to her.

"What the hell? You can't stop there!" Mary berated him as soon as she realised this wasn't part of his routine and he wasn't coming back.

He rummaged in the drawer next to the bed and finally located what he was looking for. He removed the foil packet and waved it in front on Mary's face so she'd give a moments peace to get the damn thing on.

No such luck.

Before he knew it she had the packet out of his hand, open and straddling him, was half way through rolling the condom onto his erection. He let her complete the task then flipped her back onto her back. He was going to control this if it killed him!

He kissed her a while, letting her set the pace for their tongues, as he permitted his hands to roam across her body. His hand finally made it's way back to her feminine curls as if drawn by some unseen force. Her stoked her, allowing his fingers to spread her wetness without ever entering her.

"Please, Marshall."

Mary panted in his ear.

"Tell me what you need," he murmured back.

He strained to hear her reply when it came as it was sandwiched between a gasp and a moan, "You."

And because he had never been able to deny Mary anything, Marshall entered her at her request.

He pushed onto her slowly, relishing the feel of her around him and the whimper she made as her need was finally satisfied. He penetrated her fully and didn't wait before pulling out just as slowly as he had entered.

He kept the rhythm steady ignoring Mary as she wriggled and begged for him to speed up. Finally Mary conceded, accepting the fact he was going to go at his pace regardless of how she threatened or cajoled him. She lay back, draped her arms loosely around his neck and watched as he thrust slowly into her.

Marshall increased the tempo of his movements when he heard Mary's breath catch and increase involuntarily.

He felt her tightening around him and her moans of pleasure became less coherent and more a series of gasps as he hit the right spot with each thrust.

The moment she purred at him he almost came undone but held it together, not willing to let go before he'd given Mary what she wanted.

Her gasps increased as he upped the rate once more, his own breaths becoming raged as he pushed into her warm, wet center finally giving in to her demand for fast and furious.

He pounded into her. Their heavy breathing the only sound other than the creak of the bed as they rocked it with their motion.

Mary threw her head back as she came, back arching, breasts pressing against Marshall's chest.

She cried out. An animal sound. Deep and guttural.


That was all it took to tip him over the edge. He let go of his tightly held control. His release was silent. He had no breath to spare. He thrust once, twice more until he was done then lowered his upper body so it was laying across Mary. Her arms encircled him, holding him close as she rode out the remains of her orgasm. Marshall closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the pillow as he felt the tremors run through her body.

When she had stilled and their breathing returned to somewhere in the vicinity of normal, he lifted his head to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, hair clung to her face, matted with sweat. Marshall idly thought she'd never looked so beautiful. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. He shifted his weight to one arm, enabling him to brush the hair out of her way. He smiled and kissed her lightly before withdrawing from her and dealing with the used condom.

Mary watched him as he wandered into the bathroom. She could see his shadow as he moved around the adjoining room but was still pleased when he came back into the bedroom. He handed her a damp cloth which she utilised before throwing it in the direction of his laundry basket. Marshall had moved round the bed, taking the side nearest the window as their activities had left Mary on the side nearest the door.

He slid in next to her and took a moment to straighten the covers before reaching over and resting a hand on her stomach.

"Really, Marshall, you wanna go again, already?"

Marshall chuckled, "Give me a few minutes, Mare, you take some recovering from."

"Okay," she conceded as she moved closer to him.

Marshall took that as implicit permission to hold her and reached over and dragged her toward him so their bodies touched. Mary yelped at the unexpected movement but didn't attempt to stop him. She lay in his arms until his breaths evened out, signalling he was asleep.

'Typical,' she thought as she began to drift off herself, 'Where's the second go he promised me?'