This is my first time writing smut it's kinda short and not great but I did say I'd dedicate it to OlympeRivera when I did so be nice guys 😂💕

''Thought you said there was no way this was happening,'' Marshall remarked as he backed Clara up against the wall in the hallway, his mouth to her ear before dragging it down to kiss her neck.

''I say a lot of shit that you shouldn't believe,'' Clara shot back jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist as he lifted her up to enable her to do so.

''You keep saying that,'' he muttered capturing her lips once more. Clara was going to reply, but it was delayed as she yelped at the feeling of his hands travelling under her hoodie and coming into contact with her bare skin.

''Maybe you should do something about that,'' the words finally fell out of her mouth with a shallow moan as his hands ran over her bare breasts. She hadn't worn a bra because of one she wanted to be comfortable and two, how was she supposed to know how the night was going to go or what it was about to turn into.

''I am aren't I?'' he mumbled pulling the hem of the hoodie up so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth. Again she shivered at the touch, her hands running through what little hair was on his head. After a few more seconds she grabbed ahold of his head and pulled him up so he was once again eye level and slammed her lips back down onto his.

''Maybe you're not doing enough,'' she breathed out. Marshall's reply was silence, but the eyebrow he rose was that of in challenge and the next thing Clara knew he'd lifted her into his arms and started to carry her up the stairs.

Clara's mind was covered with thick fog at what happened next because she hadn't thought about what would happen next. What would it mean for her relationship with Marshall? She had no idea if they were even friends or just acquaintances that work together? Would it be awkward in the morning? The last one she hoped didn't happen because well they weren't drunk or high or even tipsy in Clara's case so both of them knew exactly what they were doing. Another question that she hadn't considered was the mission.

She let out a puff of air as Marshall threw her down on the bed, her lightness making her bounce up again slightly, but she was pushed back down almost immediately by Marshall as he knelt over her. The first thing he did next was tugged at the hem of her hoodie so he could completely take it off. The action was then followed by Clara pulling his shirt up and over his head.

''Guessing you're not a fan of the full body tattoo thing,'' Clara comments dragging her nail down his chest until her hand came down to his waistline. Before pulling on his sweats she traced lightly over the words 'Rot in pieces,' etched onto his skin, causing him to pull in a shakky breath as when she moved her hand it brushed up against his ever growing member.

''Can you stop talking for two seconds,'' he gritted out, ''Ah fuck. Did you just,'' he groaned in pain as Clara retracted her hand away from him,''you're a bitch,'' he grumbled as he fell onto the bed, his hand cupping the area she'd hit as if it would help in some way.

'''Aw, does it hurt, poor baby,'' Clara cooed, moving for she was now strandling, ''want me to kiss it better?'' She smiled sweetly down at him.

He didn't reply instead he just stared at her keeping his eyes on her as she pulled his sweats down and off of him fully this time. She winked at him before removing the final layer allowing his dick to no longer be restricted by his clothing.

''Fuck Clara,'' he moaned as he mouth wrapped around him. His hand moved to grip her hair, but the second he pulled, she pulled away and moved to a seated position, ''that wasn't...'' but he couldn't finish his sentence because she'd without him noticing taken of her leggings and underwear of, she then slid him into her and had begun grinding down on him.

''Still, think I'm a bitch,'' she let out between moans. Marshall just glanced up at her his eyes slightly glazed over as he gripped her hips allowing her to keep her balance on top of him and so it was easier for him to sit up slightly and thrust up into her.

''Marshall,'' she moaned as she leant down to capture his lips once more, ''I'm...'' Clara couldn't finish her sentence, within seconds so was withering on top of him and Marshall wasn't far behind.

''For the record, I still think you're a bitch,'' Marshall commented after Clara had pulled her hoodie back over herself.

''Guess this ain't happing again then,'' she shrugged, folding her leggings over her arm, making her way to the door. However, a pair of hands gripped her waist from behind pulling her down onto the bed again.

''Oh this so is and next time I'm in control,'' he whispered into her ear his lips catching the edges, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

''You sure about that?'' Clara shot back trying to keep her breathing even and steady.

''You said it yourself I gotta work on if what your saying is the truth or not. Oh and seriously stay,'' he let go of her and patted the empty space next to him in the bed. He'd already pulled the cover over himself, leaving his shirt off, but wearing new bottoms.

Clara contemplated it for a second deciding she had nothing to lose. Sighing she dumped her leggings on the floor by the bed and shifted under the covers so she was comfortable. Marshall turned the light off and silence followed, a sweat silence that allowed Clara to drift off to sleep.

°°°

''You have no backup, are you sure you want to do this?'' the voice was crackling and distorted in the earpiece, that didn't stop Clara from hearing exactly what had been said.

''I have to this may be my only chance,'' the voice asked her again, proceeding to tell her the dangers she had already heard millions of times before.

Clara didn't listen and ignored them, sliding her stolen ID card across the locked glass door. It opened with a satisfying beep allowing her to enter. Not one person in the room looked up from their work behind the numerous glass desk with state of the art computers placed on top of them. Her heeled shoes made a loud clacking sound with each step she took along the tiled flooring.

''Miss Taylors, what a pleasant surprise,'' the man at the very end of the room, stood behind his own glass desk, which was much bigger than the rest, with a high backed leather chait sat empty as he stood at the front of the desk her hand behind his back as he faced Clara.

''Is it though.'' she remarked taking in the brand etched on the side of his neck.

The scene around her then morphed into something else, she was still stood up, but no longer in a clean glass office building. Instead, her hands were chained in front of her and she stood to face a video camera. The cold of metal spreading across the back of her head.

''Any last words,'' the voice whispered.

°°°

Clara sat bolt upright, causing Marshall to wake also and sit up in a daze. She took in deep breath after deep breath, calming herself down, dragging her hands over her face as she did.

''You ok?'' Marshall asked placing a soothing hand on her shoulder.

''I need to make a phone call,'' was all she said and hopped out of breath leaving a sleepy and confused Marshall to flop back down onto the bed wondering what in the world just happened.