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Fic: Murphy's Law
Title: Murphy's Law
Author: peja
Summary: Defy Murphy's Law? Bad.
Fandom: In Plain Sight
Characters/Pairing (portrayed by): Marshall Mann/Stan McQueen, Mary Shannon [Frederick Weller/Paul Ben-Victor, Mary McCormack
Rating: FRT
Prompt: What Could Possibly Go Wrong? - in tw100! (I know, was supposed to be Torchwood, but I was at the pool and all I had was the prompt, not fandom in the book of prompts.
Warnings: You're kidding, right. Okay, maybe short. This is short short short.
Genre: slash, implied het
Series: not on your life Stand alone
Sand-box [open series]: Yes
Permission to archive to WWOMB: Yes
Acknowledgments/Notes: Again, wrote this during a day at the pool, watching the grand kids swimming. Didn't have the "requested Fics" list, so...
Disclaimer. In Plain Sight does not belong to me. no money made in this
Comm/List Written for: (opt) http://community.livejournal.com/inplainsightfic



"Come on, what could possibly go wrong?"

Marshall could almost hear Murphy's Law kicking in, fate's wheel slowly clicking away as Stan tugged him into the broom closet, but then his arms were full of an amorous Stan, his lips devoured by his impatient lover.

And the warning screaming in his head went mute.

He couldn't stifle the groan of delight that bubbled from his chest when Stan worked him free of this trousers and milked his hard, demanding flesh.

Or the bark of ecstasy that echoed in the semi-darkness .

"Well, well, well, and how long has this been going on?"

The lilting, but oh so very mocking, feminine voice hit them like a dousing of ice water, breaking the still panting Marshall out of Stan's arms.

Stan raised his stricken gaze to Marshall, "I thought she was out on a client visit."

Marshall's smile never came to fruition, wavering on his suddenly pale lips. "You jinxed us, Stan," he managed in a choked whisper. "This is what could go wrong." He turned his face,pressing his lips to Stan's neck. "But, had to happen sooner or later."

Stan breathed a sigh of relief. "You're not angry?"

Marshall pulled his lover in for a deep, passion-filled kiss.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Mary huffed, backing out of the closet. "Get a room." She paused in the doorway and tossed them both a devilish smirk. "Like you think I didn't know you were...involved."

The door shut firmly, leaving the men to their own pleasures once more.

Stan arched a brow, titling a nod toward the closed door. "She knew?"

Marshall simply grinned, drawing Stan back into his embrace. "It's Mary. Should have expected it."

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This is my first IPS fic. Ell me what you think