AN: I wrote this as part of the Thanksgiving scene at Mary's house in Albuquerque, we have a problem, but then the chapter took another direction and I had to take it out. I was left this this short scene which I'll be classifying as a Dirty Drabble.
Albuquerque, we have a deleted scene.
Mary lay on her bed.
Her bare feet were resting on the wall above the head of the bed, her legs crossed, her hands laced behind her head as she stared, unseeing, at the ceiling. Marshall sat next to her, more normally, on the bed.
"You know, I can see right up your skirt from here," he informed her out of the blue.
Mary didn't move other than to look at him, "Enjoying the view?"
Marshall shrugged one shoulder, "Nah, I've seen better."
Mary smiled wickedly and uncrossed her legs, allowing her skirt to fall down her thighs and letting her feet come to rest on the wall, shoulder width apart.
"Much," Marshall breathed as his hand made its way up the inside of Mary's leg. He brushed his hand across her centre and slid his fingers under the lace of her panties. He caressed her gently, listening to how her breathing changed with each touch. As he felt her wetness build he slid a finger inside her, watching her all the while. He watched as his finger slid in and out of her wet folds, enjoying a view he'd never thought he'd have.