Porn In Plain Sight

"In here."

When she whispered those two words, Marshall never anticipated that things would turn out
this way. In no way could his academic mind have conceived of the notion, the faintest idea
of what his partner intended to do. So it came as no small surprise when, after following
Mary into the empty horse stall, that she pounced. Mary leaned forward and rapidly combed
her fingers through his soft dark hair, her strong digits mussing the carefully groomed
locks till they stood out in frizzy disarray. He would've been confused enough, had she
stopped there. After all they were supposed to be rescuing a witness from a potentially
fatally dangerous situation. But her ministrations continued.

She raked her hands down his dark black dress shirt, her long manicured nails like sensual
hooks, digging slightly into the skin of his sides as she tried to find purchase to pull
the material from where it was tucked into his matching dress pants. After one or two quick
tugs she got the smooth silk free from its belted cocoon, momentarily exposing a smooth tan
strip of his belly, the muscles of his abs rock hard from his routine workouts and academy
training.

Whether or not Mary noticed this minute distraction he couldn't tell, for she was now
reaching her hands around under his suit jacket to pull him by the waist till he was flush
up against her. The slinky netted material of her absurdly low-cut cocktail dress abraided
the exposed skin of his stomach, while her breasts, upthrust dramatically in the impossibly
tight bodice hit somewhere near his upper ribs, making him exhale raggedly. Almost before
he could utter a word to ask what was going on, her mouth was upon him, the normally
sarcastic lips parted breathlessly as she fused them to his own.

Mary dragged her lips harshly across the right side of his face, leaving lipstick smears
on first one cheek then the other, before Marshall's natural male instincts kicked in and
he wrapped the fingers of his right hand into her touseled blond curls. He slammed his
mouth hotly onto hers and she made a sharp wet sound somewhere between a whimper and a
gasp. Mary let him kiss her for a moment. It had been so long and her partner felt so good.

Her partner. Her senses returned and she put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back

with all her strength. Marshall immediately let her go, and when they parted her face
showed shock and a bit of upset, while his was a mask of confusion.

"Marshall, what the hell are you doing?!" she asked as soon as her voice came back, trying
to sound indignent to cover up the whirl of emotions she felt brewing in her stomach. She
took a short step back from him with her hands crossed over her breasts as if to shield
herself.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he sounded just as shocked as she looked. Taking him in
at a glance, it was easy to tell he didn't know and wasn't trained how to handle a
situation such as the one he currently found himself in. Nowhere in Federal Marshal
training did it state what the protocol was for making out with your partner. Which he was
sure a minute ago, that's what he was doing.

Deciding to let the matter rest for the moment, since she remembered the more important
issue of protecting the witness they had followed, she gave her chest one last pat and tug
to make sure she was decent then gestured for him to exit the stall with her.

"Just follow my lead", she waved the previous incident off and proceeded to focus on her
original plan.

"I thought I was." With that statement he followed her out to finally acheive their
objective.

*fast forward*

After they got their minds off each other and back in the game, the two federal agents had
no problem subduing the bad guys and getting their witness back to her wedding safely. Well
in reality, Mary did the subduing, wrangling the hostile African onto the ground and
shoving his face in a pile of horse manure before straddling him and cuffing his hands
behind his back. Marshall had stood there training his gun on the struggling pair, trying
in vain to get a clear shot around the alluring form of his partner. They looked for the
American of the duo, who had taken off on one of the horses they were cornered briefly in
another stall with, and was riding out of the stable at a rapid pace at the time.

They later found him, and the witness' fiance when they had exited the stable, the latter
stashed in the trunk of a car, bound and gagged. The criminal was seen walking slowly
behind the same horse he used to attempt escape on, only now another US Marshal was astride
and in his hands he held a looped strand of the thick rope which bound said criminal. The
reunited witness and fiance engaged in a passionate embrace that had the two marshals
remembering somewhat uncomfortably their own hot encounter.

Taking advantage of their brief respite, Mary decided to call him on the impromptu make

out session. "What's the deal with that kiss?" she was finally able to look at him, the

adrenaline from her bad guy takedown running through her veins and giving her the courage

she needed to broach the subject. Rubbing her bare arms, as the night's chill had

descended, she stared at him in askance and awaited his answer.

Marshall shot a shrug of forced indiference her way and asked, "What kiss?" Mary sent him

a disbelieving glare and gestured a hand behind her toward the stables.

"In the barn". Her tone was one he was used to, the start of a temper fit. Trying to

alleviate the situation Marshall forced another shrug and answered glibly,

"I don't know. You kissed me."

"Uh-uh. I smeared lipstick on your face." Placing her hands on her hips she squared off
against him and continued, "you responded like a guy who thought he was about to break
himself off some." At his head shaking denial, she added with a hint of caustic humor
back in her tone, "With two armed assassins standing fifteen feet away, you were all set to
throw down with your best friend."

Thrusting his hands out in exasperation, Marshall replied with a huff, "what do you want
me to say? I'm a guy. It's what we do." Mary's answering smirk and the scoffing way in
which she crossed her arms over her ample bust was enough to set off the urges Marshall
still felt rattling around in his body. Grabbing her by the wrist, Marshall dragged his
reluctant and wary partner back into the stables.

"Marshall what are you doing? Let go of me." Ignoring Mary's confused query, Marshall
stopped hauling her around when they reached the site of their liason. He gave her a firm
push into the stall, entering after and shutting the door behind them. Flicking the lock on
the latch, Marshall lapsed into his explanation.

"Mary I'm tired of your scorn. I'm tired of you making jokes about me, about my life,
about our partnership. It's time I showed you there's nothing about me or us to make fun
of."

"Marshall what are you talking abou-"

Before she could finish her sentence, he was on her, his long arms wrapping up and pulling
her close. Pressed firmly against him once more, Mary could feel that strength, she had
only briefly glimpsed before in her mild-mannered partner. His arms were like steel bands
around her, holding tight but not too hard in an effort to break her. His chest was like a
wall, the feel of his hot breath upon her lips echoed in the rough up and down motion of
his ribs as they brushed the tops of her breasts. Her own breath was stolen as he broke
apart from her lips and she tried to gather her now scattered thoughts and ask, "Marshall,
why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?"

Marshall ignored her again and trailed his hot mouth down the left side of her neck, his
teeth nipping a spot behind her ear that had her gasping in surprised pleasure. He bit and
licked, his tongue and teeth making a mess of her throat and down her collarbone, leaving
what she was sure would be love bites in the morning. Mary didn't know what to think or
what she should do. A strong part of her wanted this attention, this attraction from a man,
and if she privately admitted to herself, her partner was a good-looking man. While the
other more rational part of her, the part that was dedicated to her job and her
responsibilities, tried to caution her on why sleeping with her partner was wrong,
especially when she knew in the back of her mind that her boss and their fellow agents
could walk in any minute.

It was the latter part that had her running her fingers through his hair and pulling his
head up from where it rested on her chest, his cheek pressed to her left breast as his
tongue lazily licked between her cleavage in a hot wet pattern. Mary bit her lip moaning
quietly behind her teeth as his hands now kneaded circles on her hips, rubbing the slightly
coarse material against her bare skin underneath. Looking into his darkly hooded eyes, her
own glassy with tears of ardor, she stated as clear as her panted breath would allow her,
"Marshall we can't. We can't."

It took him a minute to focus on why she was stopping him from what he already knew would
be a pleasurable experience if their kiss was any indication, but when her words registered

he had to protest. "Why not, Mary? Tell me why we can't. Give me one good reason." His

hands refused to relinquish their hold on her hips, his nimble fingers delighting in the

feeling of his best friend and partner's desirable form. Shaking her head partly in

frustration and partly to dispel the lustful feelings brewing in her, Mary swallowed and

told him in a long drawn out sigh.

"We're partners. Our co-workers are only ten or so feet away. Not to mention our boss who

is probably wondering where we are!"

Her last statement ended on a high note as Marshall's hands abandoned her hips and moved
right down to the back of her thighs, where he grabbed on tight and swung her up, forcing
her legs to wrap around his waist or risk falling in the hay beneath them. Taking a few
long strides forward, he bent and sat her down on a large bale, her legs slightly loosening
their hold on his waist. Leaning over her, Marshall braced his hands on either side of her
hips, palms pressed flat against the rough strands of hay. He moved harshly till his face
was inches from hers, her head thrown back against the stable wall and said in a voice
thick and barely recognizable from desire,

"Well then I guess we'll just have to be quick, won't we partner?"

Before Mary could reply, one of Marshall's hands moved along her side till it found the
hem of her dress and pushed. He pushed his hand under her dress and along her inner thigh,
touching her in a place she never imagined he would be. His long fingers, usually so adept
and beautiful when typing on the computer or making some grand gesture felt even more
wonderful as they reached her heated core. Two of those fingers pressed firmly against her,
rubbing till the whole crotch of her black silk panties were soaked with her juices.
Marshall gave an almost triumphant smirk unlike any she'd seen on him before when she let out
a low moan. He moved his fingers in a brisk way that seemed clinical and detached
especially when those same digits finally dived under the edge of silk that was the only
barrier between her and him, and drove her to ecstacy.

Mary's head sagged back against the wall and her eyes saw stars as her partner, her
beloved partner pressed that sweet spot inside her that made her feel like she were lit up
like a fireworks display. Her legs trembled and fell open. She couldn't catch her breath,
she was gasping so hard. Her eyes could no longer focus, the sheer pleasure blinding her to
all else. So Mary did the only thing she could think of and closed them. After what seemed
like hours, she opened her eyes slowly to see her partner still wearing that arrogant grin,
which seemed surreal and wicked on his otherwise gentle face.

When he spoke, it was like her partner had been possessed. His voice was dark and coarse
as he addressed her.

"Ok partner get ready because there's more to come. I'm going to do everything that this

dress made me think about doing to you. And for once you won't have a sarcastic response

for it, because you'll be too busy saying my name."

Mary gave a shocked squeal as Marshall dropped to his knees before her and grabbed hold of

her ankles, pulling her forward so that her ass barely perched on the hay bale. He took his

time, clasping an ankle in each hand as he forced her legs upward and out, forcing her

dress to bunch around her waist. When her legs were high enough as he wanted them, Marshall

stretched his arms out, her legs spreading with the motion and baring her damp panties to

his intense gaze. Balancing an ankle on either shoulder, he reached one hand forward and

pulled her panties taut until the fabric ripped off in a tearing sound. Now Mary was
exposed lewdly to him and his tongue came out to lick his lips in lascivious fashion.
Seeing his intentions, she made one last half-hearted protest,

"Marshall no..."

He dove in with abandon, his tongue seeking out and finding almost immediately her clit

and laving it with short, rough strokes. Mary cried out as he used his teeth there as well,

biting lightly on her little button till she wanted to scream. Her head thrashed back and

forth and she felt him grip her ankles again where they were draped over his back and along

his sides. His hands were like shackles, holding her in place as his tongue tortured and

teased her into another powerful orgasm, slightly longer than the first. Mary ran her hands

through his hair and nearly dug her nails into his scalp as she came, a quiet,

"Marshall!" escaping her mouth in a sob.

When she was done trembling yet again, this time her eyes opened to see her partner
licking his fingers and wiping his mouth, an action which oddly caused her face to flush
slightly. Her partner's eyes held an unholy gleam as he proclaimed finally,

"Well now I think it's time to end this round, don't you?"