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[isak_cederstrom]

[He sends a photo, along with a message.]

Scribbled while thinking of you on this lonely night in Stockholm.

[thequitecontrary]

You wrote me poetry!

It's beautiful!

For winscenario

[thequitecontrary]

[From here

I do know what you like, but what is your favorite?

[winscenario]

I like it when you wear something nice. Underneath your clothes, I mean. Better yet when you tell me and I have to suffer through not being able to do anything about it until later on.

for winscenario (10/23)

[thequitecontrary]

[Continued from here.]

I cannot say that I blame her. I'd be curious too.

I was probably too loud again.

[winscenario]

Oh what a terrible thing. Guess you'll have to be quiet from now on.
Or try, anyway.

For apaisante

[thequitecontrary]

From here

I shouldn't think so. Even if I decide that I am not in love with him I can still enjoy sex with him.

[apaisante]

I suppose that is true in some cases.

For midship

[thequitecontrary]

continued from here

Ah, so you are intoxicated. That is your excuse.

I know it is difficult to tell over such a device, but you've not offended me terribly.

[midship]

I'm sure I'll make a formal apology in the morning all the same, but that does reassure. Thank you.

For winscenario

[thequitecontrary]

Mary did her best to find things to do to keep her occupied with aboard the Enterprise. For a while, she read lots of books, most of them published long after her death. She looked out the window at the different rainbow colored nebulae that they passed. She even tried cooking, though the results of that were marginal at best.

What she really enjoyed doing was spending time with Jim, though because he was captain of the ship, he sometimes had an endless number of duties that he had to attend to before being able to give her attention. Tonight was one such evening. He was late for the "date" they were supposed to have, caught in a meeting with his command team.

Mary let herself into his cabin, being given full access to it. She still had her own, but more often than not, she slept in Jim's bed. After flopping down on it, she tried to read, but found herself incredibly bored - and incredibly horny. Mary wanted him particularly badly that evening. She tried to sleep but that didn't work either.

In her restlessness, she got up from the bed and went to Jim's closet. The row of yellow shirts made her smile. One for every day of the week, and then some off duty clothes as well. Mary pulled one of his command shirts off the hanger and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of him that lingered on it.

Without another thought, she got completely naked and pulled his shirt on over her head. Obviously it was big on her, but she admired herself in the mirror all the same. Back on the bed, she stared at the celing for a long moment before closing her eyes.

In her mind, she could see him, feel him, taste him. God, she wanted him. Every memory of every orgasm he'd given her came back to torture her in her need. Mary needed to ease a bit of her tension before he joined her.

Slowly, one of her hands caressed her breast over the shirt, her nipple already a hard peak. She pretended that her hands were his, her other one pushing the bottom of the shirt up. Her knees bent and she spread her legs, fingers teasing down the inside of her thigh before brushing over her slick folds. She'd been wet all day for him. Her fingers moved in gentle circles over her clit and she moaned softly as she imagined that it was Jim's hand or tongue.

[winscenario]

Jim really wished he could spend more of his time with Mary, but being captain meant he saw a lot of his time consumed by work. Even during his time off he sometimes had to tend to some issue or another, so sometimes whatever plans he made could very well have to be cancelled or postponed at the last minute.

He knew Mary didn't like it any more than he did, but she was understanding at least, so there was that. At first he'd even entertained the possibility of visiting her quarters afterwards, but by the time he got out of that meeting it was so late that he figured she must've gone to sleep already.

With a resigned sigh, and determined to call her as soon as he was awake after the night cycle was over, he trudged down the hallways towards his bedroom. The corridor was deserted and the light dim, so when he opened his door and a soft moan spilled out, at least no one else was around to hear it.

Looking around briefly, Jim stepped inside and closed the door behind him, wondering if his arrival had been noticed. He knew exactly who that voice belonged to, so he wasn't cautious so much as immensely curious and aroused, merely knowing what she was doing. Stepping farther into the room, he placed himself in a spot where she could only see him when she looked his way, and leaning against the wall, he watched her in silence, lips curving into a smile as he took in the sight of Mary, in nothing but one of his shirts, legs spread wide on his bed as she touched herself.

He was evidently not the least bit bothered that she'd helped herself to his shirt, either. It looked very appealing on her, actually.

For lifewithnoconsequence

[thequitecontrary]

[continued from here]

A woman like me ought to be properly scandalized.

But no.

[lifewithnoconsequence]

Then if you can suffer this scandal. I would have to say the or is getting harder, and the day brighter.

for a_man_out_of_time

[thequitecontrary]

[continued from here]

I suppose that depends. Is it a man or a woman?

[a_man_out_of_time]

A woman.

for dresdensluck

[thequitecontrary]

[continued from here]

Thank you. Anything else you'd care to see?

Re: for dresdensluck

[dresdensluck]

Hmm, maybe go a little lower, to that smiling face of yours? I do love those lips you have.

for thecareergirl

[thequitecontrary]

[Continued from here]

Really?

Would it be trashy of me to confess that I am interested in hearing details?

This is a great idea thank you!

[thecareergirl]

Well, only if it's trashy for me to want to give the details.

So I guess we can both be trashy together then.

Let's just say we put his office desk to very good use.

for thelordofthunder

[thequitecontrary]

[ continued from here. ]

It's not absolutely necessary, but it is enjoyable.

[thelordofthunder]

How many of them have you terribly disappointed?

for choicest

[thequitecontrary]

Do you think that details of the drunken antics of Matthew Crawley would bore me? Please, do share.

[choicest]

Let's agree not to call them antics.

sailing out

[rightly]

Steve felt giddy like he couldn't remember ever feeling before. Thinking back to the last few months, he realized how insane this all was, but he couldn't bring himself to regret a second of it. He'd have never guessed all that while ago that he'd be stepping into a huge ship that would sail him across the ocean, to uproot his whole life from one place so he could settle down elsewhere entirely with his fiancée, yet here he was.

Every part of it was crazy. He was engaged, for one; and she was nobility, so meeting her family would be one whole other adventure; to top it all off, this had to be the most luxurious ship he'd ever set foot on.

He looked completely stunned from the moment he laid his eyes on the ship, and almost lost as he was shown to his room. It was supposedly one of the smaller rooms but it still seemed huge to him, and with so many amenities that felt so completely unnecessary, but then again he was used to a different kind of traveling entirely. This was...

"This is crazy," he managed finally, once he'd dropped all his bags in his room and met up with Mary, as the ship was sailing farther away from land and towards the open sea. He was dressed smartly but he probably looked plain when compared to the other high class passengers, but at least the suit he wore looked good on him. "I've never seen anything like this before. I have a closet for my shoes in my room. It's insane."

[thequitecontrary]

Mary shared his giddiness. All of this was quite mad. When she had come to New York in order to hide from her shame back home, she never would have imagined that she would return to England engaged. She had written a letter to her parents ahead of her journey so that they would know to be expecting Steve when Mary returned to Downton. Of course, there was no time for a response, so she didn't know what their reaction would be.

Steve seemed to amazed by the opulence of the ship, something that Mary tended to take for granted. She smiled when they met up again outside of her room. "It's quite lovely, isn't it?" she said with a laugh before leaning in to kiss him. Anna's room was down with second class passengers, so Mary and Steve might be able to sneak into each other's rooms relatively unimpeded, except for the watchful eyes of the other guests. She knew that as more of them learned that she was unmarried, they would be more judgmental about her entering the room of a single man late at night.

for oneslickedison

[thequitecontrary]

[ continued from here ]

No offense, Mr. Stark, but do you think English debs are going to be tripping over themselves to get to you?

Re: for oneslickedison

[oneslickedison]

Yes. If you ask me why, I'll tell you. There's a few million reasons and they're all in the bank.