thequitecontrary | A Bath and More

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A Bath and More

Mary was supposed to meet Steve for afternoon drinks at a bar in his part of town, which Mary was happy to describe as 'working class' and not seedy in any way. It had taken a bit of convincing to be allowed out without a chaperone. Consequently, Martha knew about Mary's late night outings with Steve. The old woman was no fool. They had a sit down conversation about it, in which Martha acknowledged that Mary was a young lady, old enough to be considered an adult who would make her own choices. Her only advice was that Mary be discreet and not do anything that might get her into trouble. Martha realized that it was a new world after the war and that women were expressing their freedoms, her own granddaughter among them. If Mary wanted to be out with a man, so be it. Have her dalliances. But be careful. Apparently, Martha did not see this relationship in the long term.

Mary saw it a bit differently. She and Steve had spent a lot of time together and she could tell that she was starting to fall for him. They had fun together and he made her feel comfortable. He was kind and courteous and always a gentleman. He made her laugh and he made her think. And of course, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The only thing that may have made him unsuitable was his social class.

Steve arrived a bit late to their meeting and Mary was dismayed to find him covered in engine grease. He apologized profusely and said that he'd had to do some unexpected work on the airplanes. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his work clothes since he knew that he was going to have to take a bath. Mary was invited back to his flat while he cleaned himself up.

She was excited to get to see where he lived. The building was nondescript, and they climbed two flights of stairs inside before he let her into one of the apartments. Mary looked around as they entered. It was humble, but clean and tidy. At least he wasn't crammed into one of those tenements.

"It's lovely," she said, honestly meaning it, even if she couldn't picture herself living in a place like this.

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To be honest, he had expected the setback to ruin their plans completely. He had rushed to meet Mary in hopes of not making her wait too long, not knowing why he was nowhere in sight, but he knew he was in no state to go out with her anywhere. He hadn't had time to go home, clean up or change into something nice, and he figured she would just rather go back home and postpone their date for another night.

Which he would have been fine with, of course. Still, he suggested she came with him to his flat while he changed, and was delighted when she agreed so promptly.

At first, anyway. He started to worry a little the closer they got to his building, knowing that his apartment would be a considerable downgrade when compared to what she was used to. Part of him couldn't help regretting asking her to come over when he knew she would find the place entirely unsuitable, and possibly feel uncomfortable there, for however long she ended up staying.

Her words did little to soothe those worries, as much as he tried to believe them, smiling at her as he closed the door behind him. He stood a little awkwardly for a moment, then gestured at the couch, which at least was clean and didn't look too worn or old. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll, uh... shouldn't take long. Feel free to look around all you want, or if you want anything to eat or drink. Go right ahead."

Mary sat down with a nod of thanks. "You have quite a lot of room," she said. Compared to a lot of other New York apartments that was certainly true. She found it to be cozy, quite the opposite of uncomfortable. The paper was on the table in front of her, so she picked it up and began to peruse it while he moved into the bedroom and did what he needed to do.

"I can always help you if you'd like," Mary called to him idly, laughing lightly as she remembered how they had first met.

It was true, he could be living in a place a lot worse than this. He was lucky that his role in the war and his own life savings allowed him a little more comfort, and enough freedom to choose a neighborhood that, while very far from upper class, was still considerably better than the rundown tenements that so many people of the working class had to make do with.

He laughed from the bedroom, leaving the door cracked just enough that they could hear each other. "Don't make offers you don't plan on following through," he teased back, while he stripped down to his underwear, then he went into the bathroom. There, he tugged off the last of his clothes, calling out again before turning on the tap. "Although I won't say no if you do mean it."

Mary was silent for a moment as the weight of what she had said hit her. She could, couldn't she? And why not? They were alone here in his flat. Her grandmother said to be discreet and this place was certainly discreet. The thought that she might get to have a better look at his body was enticing to her. She put the newspaper back down on the table.

Slowly, as if giving herself a chance to back out, Mary pushed open the door to his bedroom and moved across to the bathroom. Steve was standing with his back to her as he adjusted the taps. Her eyes raked over his backside and her cheeks turned pink as she felt her pulse quicken.

"What if I do follow through?" she said quietly.

Steve had practically put the offer out of his mind as he started adjusting the taps, so when Mary's voice came from the door, albeit quiet, it caught him completely by surprise. He stood upright almost too abruptly, and somewhere between that and turning around to look at her, he hit his knee against the edge of the tub, letting out a pained gasp as he cupped his own knee.

"Oh, Hell," he winced. In the meantime Mary had plenty of time to get more than an eyeful of all his... naked glory. Which he realized seconds later, and moved his other hand to try and cover himself up. He probably looked more ridiculous than anything else. "You know, knocking first would have worked, too."

Mary was so shocked that she didn't know what to cover first - her mouth or her eyes. She looked away, fully embarrassed now.

"Forgive me, I-I didn't mean to startle you. I can... I can go back to the couch."

Her eyes were on the floor, not wanting to mortify him any more than was necessary. As much as she wanted to see all of him, she didn't want to be inappropriate or make him feel uncomfortable.

"No," he answered almost too quickly, letting go of his knee so he could stand upright. It still hurt a little, but it was nothing that wouldn't go away soon enough. "No, it's alright. If you really want to stay, then... I'd like that."

He looked from her then down at himself, frowning a little at the silliness of it all. Sighing quietly, he shook his head, then slowly moved his hand away from between his legs.

"Look, it's fine. And you have seen me naked before, once." Granted, it was a long time ago, and he wasn't trying to force her to look now if she didn't want to, but he also wanted her to feel comfortable around him. He figured the first step towards that would be to show her that he was comfortable around her.

Mary's eyes slowly moved from the floor to his body as she took all of him in. Admittedly, she was focusing on one part in particular. She had never seen a man fully naked in real life before. Pamuk had barely taken off his clothing before rutting on top of her.

He was beautiful, and the sight of Steve before her sent a sensation through her stomach. "I was trying not to look then," she said. That was very obviously not the case now.

He let her look as much as she wanted to, trying not to feel too self-conscious about it. Realistically he knew he was good-looking, though, and besides there was nothing in her gaze to indicate that she didn't like what she saw, so he had no reason to worry or feel uncomfortable right now.

"Well, now you don't have to," he smiled a little, though she could have looked then, too. He wouldn't have minded it much. "You can look all you want."

Mary moved closer to him, her eyes finally moving up to meet his. He would find nothing but desire there. Seeing him naked had awakened a longing in her.

"You're so handsome," she said, putting a tentative hand on his bare chest. Mary leaned in for a soft kiss. "Let me wash you."

"Thank you." He couldn't help but smile, putting one hand over hers on his chest, while he leaned down to kiss her briefly. He didn't need to think about her request before he was nodding, letting his other hand rest on her upper arm for a moment.

"Alright. Let me just finish getting the tub ready." Then he pulled from her, if a little reluctantly, turning back to the tub so he could check on the water. Once it was hot and filled up decently, he turned off the taps and stepped inside, sitting down on the water with a kind of ease he hadn't had when he'd had that broken arm.

She rolled up the sleeves to her dress as she watched him, fascinated with how his body moved. She supposed it wasn't much different from her own, though seeing a man naked was still a novelty to her. Mary moved a nearby footstool closer to the tub so that she would have a place to sit. Moving behind him as he got comfortable, she found herself kissing a trail down the back of his neck to between his shoulder blades. This would be a very different sort of bath compared to the first one.

A shiver rolled down his spine at the kisses, though despite his soft gasp, he didn't say anything to it. The last thing he wanted was for Mary to feel embarrassed over doing that and stop altogether, so he took a slow breath, sliding his eyes closed for a moment.

Grabbing the shampoo and soap from the other end of the tub, he handed both things to her over his shoulder. His hair, face, neck and hands had the most grease on them, so he lowered himself onto the water to wet his hair completely.

Once he came back up, Mary began to lather his hair with the shampoo. She kneaded his scalp in a sort of massage. "This brings back memories," she said with a smile. Back then, Mary had been on edge, worried about being scandalized from seeing him naked. Now everything was quite the opposite.

He let out a soft chuckle at that, turning on the tub a little, arms settling along the edge so he could glance at Mary. Her fingers moved against his scalp in a careful and relaxing way, and Steve let out a soft sigh, blinking his eyes closed almost lazily. "Mm... nice memories. Although thankfully I don't have to deal with a broken arm this time around."

"Yes. It's much easier to wash you this time."

Once she had finished cleaning his hair, he went back under the water to rinse. Mary picked up his washcloth and soap and made sure that it was lathered. When Steve resurfaced, Mary began by washing one of his arms. Her other hand moved to take his, gently lacing their fingers.

"Have you had any lasting effects from the broken arm?" She asked.

Running his hands through his hair while he was underwater, he made sure to wash off every bit of the shampoo. His hair felt smoother to the touch, and Steve was glad to see that all the grease was gone from it.

He watched her as she ran the washcloth down his arm, smiling as she laced their fingers together. The simple gesture had his heart beating a little faster.

"No. Some people say how sometimes it hurts when it's cold or it rains, but I can't tell. It doesn't bother me in the least."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Mary scrubbed his forearm and hand, trying to get the grease off. Meanwhile, she leaned down and kissed his shoulder. It was easy for her to be intimate while doing this.

"The first time I saw you it struck me how handsome you were," she said quietly.

He couldn't stop smiling at her, surprised by every little touch she spared his way. His thumb drew across her knuckles, and he let go of her hand so he could curl his fingers around her wrist instead, fingertips brushing warmly against her pulse.

"And was that before, during, or after that bath?" Inquiring minds must know, of course.

He would find that her pulse was racing. "Before," she admitted, "though my affection for you grew during the bath."

Mary washed across his shoulders and down the other arm. The heat from the water and the exertion of washing him were making her sweat. Her face and neck gleamed and a tendril of hair escaped from where it was pinned and floated down her cheek.

"As did mine for you," he answered, gaze focused on her. One of his hands moved to brush the stray strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, letting it stay there, cupping the side of her face.

Her neck came close to his face as she leaned across to wash his other arm, and for a moment he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, tipping his head slightly to brush his lips against the hollow of her throat.

"I never helped another man like that," Mary replied. "You were the only one I wanted to nurse."

She exhaled lightly at the gentleness of his touch and kiss. Her whole body felt heated in a way that she knew went beyond exertion and the heat of the bath. After his other hand was clean, Mary laid the washcloth on the rim of the tub for a second. She began to unbutton her dress, revealing the corset underneath. For now the dress hung on her shoulders as she moved to the side of the tub in order to get his stomach.

"I'm glad. I'd have been a little jealous if you had," he admitted, even if he knew it wasn't his place. Well, hadn't been then, at the very least. Now they were together— as fleeting as her family might think their relationship would be, Steve wasn't quite so willing to let Mary go now.

Eyes widening a hint, he watched in surprise as she unbuttoned her dress. Suddenly the air felt warmer and thicker as he inhaled, and he shifted on the tub, trying to move closer to her. "Mary..."

He tipped his head and kissed her neck more presently now, mouthing against the curve. At this point he knew it wasn't going to take much for him to get visibly aroused, but he didn't care. This time, he didn't ask her to stop.

She didn't want to stop. As nervous as she was about the idea of them being intimate, she also felt a great passion for him, and wanted him to continue with his kisses and touches. The sleeve to her dress fell off of her shoulder and she paused to remove her arm from it so that it wouldn't get wet.

Arm bare now, she took the washcloth and moved down further over his abdomen and groin. Mary knew that her hand was close now and if he told her not to touch him there she wouldn't.

He wouldn't tell her to stop now, although his mind was quickly derailing from their initial purpose of bathing and washing him clean. As a matter of fact he felt like doing a lot of things that would only get the both of them even dirtier and messier than before. His hand slid down as she took her arm from the sleeve of her dress, palm lightly brushing across the top of her breast.

Kissing up her neck, he found her lips and kissed them, brief but intense, before pulling away to look her in the eye. "Join me." The invitation was sudden and thoughtless, and a moment later he felt like he ought to take it back. But he didn't.

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