AN: Not sure it's worth the wait, but here's the promised epilogue. Spoilers for Second Crime Around.
"Here, let me help," Mary said to Conrad as she began to undo the ties at her waist. She slowly opened the black dress and took a moment to enjoy the look of disbelief on Marshall's face and the looks of admiration on the other idiot men in the room.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the predicament Marshall was in, wanting to take his time and enjoy the view she was offering, but not daring to take his eyes off the potential sources of danger that Conrad and his goons presented. He compromised, taking in Mary's form as part of long sweeping glances around the room. Despite the fact he had seen her naked, and her attempt to redress the balance had backfired, Mary knew she had finally regained the power in their relationship.
She would never admit it, but Marshall had taught her a lot during their partnership. From him she had learnt about the power that fancy lingerie could possess. He had taught her about the invitation to a fantasy. It was an invitation she had decided to employ to good effect today. She had chosen this particular bra and panties set just in case an opportunity like this arose. She had dressed this morning planning to get her own back on Marshall for leaving her breathless without even touching her. Two could play at that game, and as Marshall began to look at anything in the room except her, she smirked as she realised she had won this round. She closed her dress and as she looked down to do up the ties, she smiled in anticipation of what Marshall's next move would be.
"I averted my eyes," Marshall said.
Mary took a moment to catch up with his train of thought. "'Scuse me?" she asked when she couldn't place the comment in context.
"When you did that, you know, with your dress, I averted my eyes."
Mary suddenly realised where he was heading. He was calling a truce.
"It might not have seemed like it," he continued, unaware of the confusion he was causing Mary, "but I didn't see … anythi ..."
Mary cut him off mid-word. "Oh! Oh. Oh my God," she blustered to cover her confusion.
By not acknowledging what they both knew to be true - that he had seen and enjoyed her display the previous day - he was refusing to play the game any more. He wasn't willing to take it to the next level as he knew she was expecting him to. This truce in place of escalation was new.
She shoved her disappointment aside and hit back with a stream of derision that was sure to stop him in his tracks and prevent him from ever mentioning the topic again. Maybe if he never mentioned it and she never thought about it, she would forget the sensation of loss she felt in that moment when she realised that everything had changed and she'd missed her chance.