Well, here it is...it took me a while, but I finally finished this story. I want to thank everyone that read and reviewed my story, you guys are AWESOME.

Epilogue

They never had their shared dream again after that night. Things were back to normal while they slept, at least as normal as dreams ever get.

Of course, there were other things that would most likely never go back to the way they were. Marshall and Mary very, very rarely slept alone anymore and that was only when she was on a witness transfer. It seemed so silly when they could sleep together instead. It was a bit of a risk that someone might have caught them eventually, even with how everyone usually respected their privacy, but they did it anyway.

They began to start talking about moving into their own place, almost a necessity if they were going to keep sleeping with each other the way they wanted. They liked imagining it, but it was always hard to discuss seriously when they were together. They seemed to get distracted a lot. It would happen someday, that was the important thing, and until then there were plenty of things they could do to keep themselves amused.

Marshall crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning; he reached out and found her naked under the blankets, lying on her side, facing him. He didn't have to do much, even in sleep, his touch conveyed a whole conversation.

Mary mumbled in her sleep and migrated towards his warmth, she hmm'd when her body touched his and burrowed her face into his neck.

He groaned and ran his hands up and down her back, going down as low as her thighs, cupping her backside on his way up, pulling her flush against him. He had also shed all his clothes before joining her, they had no need for clothing that would be removed as soon as they hit the sack together.

She moaned and burrowed closer, moving her leg over his hip and gasping awake at the feel of him hard and aroused against her abdomen.

"Mmmm, did you just get in?" she asked distractedly as he continued to move his caressing hands up and down her back, always pulling her hips against his hardness.

"Yeah," he whispered back as he opened his mouth over her shoulder, tasting her as he explored her backside.

"What time is it?" she tilted her head for his nuzzling lips and arched when he bit into her sensitive neck.

"It's too early for you to be bad," he growled when she moved her thigh over to his waist, opening herself fully to his ministrations.

When he felt her wetness with his hardness, he rolled them over until he was above her, between her thighs. He swept his tongue into her mouth and she melted against the mattress, thrusting her tongue against him. He pulled her closer to him, her hands moved over his back before she wrapped her arms around his neck, aware of the way his manhood now pressed against her lower belly.

Marshall tore his lips from her, he panted a whispered, "I love you" over her kiss swollen lips. She groaned and responded in kind, "I love you too".

He grinned down at her and she marveled at the sight, in her eyes, he was already a handsome man, but when he grinned at her. He turned into her own personal sexy lawman, not being able to help herself, she pulled him down for another brain scrambling kiss.

"How the hell did I get this lucky Marshall?" she growled with unshed tears.

"Shh…I'm the lucky one, baby," he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

His hands traveled up and down her body, making her moan in appreciation. She loved his hands on her, the way his hands made her feel like a whole person, turned her on so much that she felt on fire. She wanted nothing more than to be consumed by his fire, knowing she was safe to give herself to him completely, as he always gave himself to her.

When his hands moved down to her hips, tilting her up as he pulled back, his hard flesh fell between her legs, she arched up with him and moved her legs over his hips. His right hand moved down her thigh before traveling up and between her legs, he brushed her sensitive flesh with his fingers, teasing her in a way that caused an ache between her legs to grow more intense. It was always this way, every time they made love, it felt so new and so much hotter than the last time.

His fingers stroked and she moaned, murmuring for him to continue. His mouth left hers and lifted his eyes to meet hers, "Do you think I'll leave you unsatisfied?"

She arched her hips provocatively and pulled two fingers into her, she smirked, "Oohhh, I know you won't. I'll make sure I make you finish what you've started."

Finding her sensitive nub with his thumb, he leaned down and took a rosy pink nipple into his mouth, he suckled her and thrust his fingers into her. He kept her in a state of arousal and asked roguishly, "You won't?"

Mary wanted to reply to his playful question, she had no doubt that her Mann would finish her off, but a moan escaped her lips and she forgot all about it. She focused instead on him and everything he was doing to her, to the pleasure mounting between her legs. She shifted against him to help him along, her hips rocking in time to the rhythm he had set. He brought his mouth back to her breast, suckling her harder, she arched her back and groaned, she would sport a bruise on her flesh and she would revel in it. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer as she prepared to get closer to the edge. When she didn't think she could take no more, he gave her an inch, and she reached her peak. Panting, she stilled her movements and cherished every wave of pleasure crashing into her.

As her orgasm dwindled, she relaxed and sighed in satisfaction. He lifted his head from her breast, licked it one last time before dropping a kiss on her nipple, moving his lips up to her neck and nuzzling her ear, "I promise to never leave you unsatisfied, my love."

She lay there for a minute before she urged him to enter her, to take his own pleasure with her body. He didn't have to question her, he immediately pulled her thighs higher around his ribs, with his hands under her knees, he held her hips and plunged deep with one thrust. He held himself deep within her body, felt her insides clench the invading intruder, causing him to groan in pleasure.

"Always so…tight," he grunted as he pulled slowly back out before plunging deep again.

Mary tried to arch up to receive him, but with his hands holding her still, she could only moan in satisfaction, aware of his thickness as he began to move inside her and she let him guide her into another orgasm.

Marshall always in tune with her desires didn't need her encouragement; he continued to move inside her, holding her in place of his well-placed thrusts. Encouraged by her moaning, he increased the momentum of his thrusting, moving harder and faster. They worked together, both reaching for the same goal, it wasn't long before she arched her back and cried as she climaxed again, this time she felt it deep within her core. He thrust a few times, one…two…three, right before he grew taut and released his seed.

He collapsed above her, making her grunt with the impact, he relaxed in her arms and brushed a kiss on her shoulder.

She ran her hands up and down his back and smiled in satisfaction, she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside her. She loved the way he felt in her and was always sad when she lost their connection.

He leaned up and grinned down at her, he kissed her again, no longer urgent. His tongue brushed hers and they remained kissing for a long time, neither in any hurry to end the moment. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his head up and pulled out of her. She immediately felt the loss of having him inside her, she moved with him as he lay next to her, pulling her close to his body, holding her protectively in his arms.

Mary lay there thinking of all the good and the bad in her life, knowing that Marshall definitely topped both lists and only in the best naughty way. She thought he had fallen asleep after their rigorous activity, so was startled when he rolled his body towards hers and held her close against him.

"I love you Mary Shannon, and I want to love you for the rest of my life," he told her in his post-coital coarse voice.

She ran her fingers through his hair and pecked his lips, "I love you too Marshall Mann."

Marshall sat up and pulled her up with him, naked in all their glory, he reached over into his nightstand and pulled a small ring box.

Mary looked from the box to his eyes, not believing this was happening, tears springing into her eyes.

He shifted in bed until he was on one knee, pulling her up to her knees and asked, "Mary Shannon, love of my life, will you put me out of my misery and marry me?"

She looked down at the very demure handcuff engagement ring, a chuckle escaped her lips and then she laughed in joy, "Yes!"

When he heard her laugh, he thought he had finally pushed her over the edge of madness, but then smiled at her yes, pulling the ring from the box and pushing it into her ring finger.

Mary sobered enough to look deep into his cerulean eyes and saying, "I love you Marshall Mann, you complete me."

He grinned and pulled her down onto the bed, "And you complete me."

Fin...Hope it was worth the wait. Please review.