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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Steve gasped softly as she clenched around him, eyes closing as he took a slow breath. He was still sensitive, even as he softened inside her. "I don't know. That's why I want to do it."

Well, it was only a small part of it. The main reason was that he wanted her to feel good.

"Seems as though you also want me to," he pointed out, hips raising and pressing lightly against her.

Mary nodded a bit shyly and tried to move slowly off of him. She realized that the condom was moving with her, so she reached down to hold it while she pulled him out of her. It was an odd sensation to feel him leave after she had gotten used to him. Mary gave a light moan and then felt her muscles relax after he was out.

She felt a bit sore as she laid down on the bed next to him, but overall it was much less pain than her first experience.

Letting out a soft groan of his own, Steve closed his eyes as she moved off of him, mourning the loss of her warmth around him. As she laid down on the bed, he took the condom off and carefully put it down on the floor over the edge of the bed. It'd probably make a bit of a mess, but he'd worry about cleaning it up later.

Hands sinking to the mattress to both her sides, he hovered over her, leaning down to kiss her briefly, then his lips started trailing down her neck and lower, reaching her breasts and sucking at a nipple lightly before he mouthed across her stomach. There was a clear path he was following, even if he wanted to taste all of her skin on his way.

Mary closed her eyes and simply let herself enjoy the feeling of his lips on her body. Her pleasure was still heightened from their earlier activity. Having him inside of her had felt wonderful, even if it hadn't brought her to climax. She trembled when he moved lower still, his lips on her stomach. She reached down and brushed her fingers through his hair.

He purred softly against her skin when her fingers sifted through his hair, his lips traveling lower and kissing across her navel. The closer he got the more impatient he felt, and when she trembled beneath him it only fuelled that impatience. Shifting lower on his knees on the bed, he settled himself with his head fitting between her legs, kissing and licking along her inner thighs, tongue swiping along the line of her groin but avoiding her sex by less than an inch or so.

When his head moved between her legs, Mary opened her eyes. She was far to curious not to look. She spread her knees a bit, to give him room. Her eyes were fixed on him, even as she blushed slightly, hoping that he would not find this to be repulsive. Though, she reminded herself, he was the one who wanted to do it.

Mary was trembling with anticipation more obviously now and she felt herself growing wetter at the idea of having his tongue on her most intimate place.

At first he wasn't quite aware she was watching him, as he focused on what he was doing. He wouldn't have minded, though. She was beautiful when she expressed her pleasure, and Steve loved it when she showed her curiosity in a myriad of ways, particularly when it came to sex and intimacy. It made him reassured that she didn't think she should be ashamed of it.

Not wanting to taunt her too much, he finally dipped his head a little lower, tongue swiping slowly along her slit. She was wet and warm, and he sighed at her taste, letting the tip of his tongue go all the way up to that sensitive spot, swirling around it in a circling motion.

"Oh my God," she whispered after his tongue made contact. Her hips gave an involuntary buck against his mouth and she gasped when he tongued her clit. Her legs fell open a bit more, fascinated as she watched him, whether it was proper or not.

Mary resolved that if this was inappropriate, it didn't matter because it was between the two of them and no one else. Steve was the only one that she would ever want to touch her so intimately.

The whisper caught his attention, and he opened his eyes then, flickering across her bare body until their gazes locked. His body warmed softly at the mere awareness that he was being watched by her, and he moaned against her, tongue lapping again across her clit before his lips moved up too, sucking at the flesh.

One of his hands slid up her inner thigh too, index and middle fingers sliding along her slit and gently parting her folds, so that she was more exposed to him, and he could more easily work his mouth against her.

Locking eyes with him while he did this made her even more aroused, if that was at all possible. His moan sent a vibration through her body that made her answer with one of her own.

Mary felt as though she was being worshipped, even while her most private place was exposed. He was gentle as always though, and the sensations were incredible. Mary tangled her fingers in his hair and held on tightly to him.

He blinked his eyes slowly as she tugged on his hair, moving his head closer and pressing his mouth even more against her. Her taste was intoxicating, and the way she moved against him made his head spin. He didn't stop, though. He just breathed slowly through his nose and kept going.

His tongue pressed fully against her slit, lapping across her flesh a few times, drawing up to her clit then sliding down to her opening and pushing into her along with his two fingers. His upper lip pressed against the sensitive knot of nerves in the meantime, not as thorough as his tongue but hopefully still present enough to please her.

She had expected that this would feel good, but the way that he was able to work her so precisely was incredible. He didn't have to stimulate her long before she was nearly to the height of her pleasure.

"Oh.." She stopped watching only to lean her head back on the pillow and arch her back. Mary panted, her heart racing. "Steve... my God..." Her hips rocked in a steady rhythm against him.

Mary's reactions were very honest, which Steve appreciated immensely. He could tell she was moving rapidly towards her peak of pleasure, and he was only too happy to get her there as fast as he could.

His eyes closed when her head fell back, and instead he focused solely on working her. His head tipped slightly so his tongue could push deeper into her, doing it at the same time as his own two fingers, thrusting fast into her for a few seconds before pulling only his tongue back out. Lapping along her wet slit, he found her clit again, lips wrapping around the spot and the tip of his tongue flickering against it more insistently while he kept fingering her just as fast and deep as before.

"Steve!" She tugged at his hair as her pleasure spiraled. Mary was moaning openly for him now, not caring if she sounded lewd. Her eyes drifted down towards him again, and finding him so intent on what he was doing was what finally pushed her over the edge.

The orgasm went off like a firecracker inside of her and she cried out for him as her muscles stiffened. She could feel the fluid dripping out of her. Her hips moved against his face until she was finally spent, laying back down on the bed.

Maybe it was a little lewd (and also a little loud), but frankly Steve couldn't bring himself to care. Actually, he found it all very exciting, and if he hadn't just orgasmed himself, he likely would be rock hard by now. Eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, he moaned breathlessly against her, working her hard and keeping up the same pace as she moved her hips rapidly against him, her fingers fisting his hair tight.

He didn't stop even as she came, either. Her fluids spilled from her and right against his mouth and fingers, and Steve made sure to lick her clean to the very last drop. Once she flopped back on the bed, fully relaxed, he lapped at her opening too, humming softly as he swallowed her, and finally pleased with himself, he pulled back from between her legs, crawling up her figure and pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

"That was beautiful, Mary."

He was still tasting her, even after her orgasm, which sent little aftershocks through her. That was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and the sated smile on her face should tell him that much. Mary pulled him in to kiss him, tasting what she presumed was herself on her lips. She curled up next to him, head on his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

"I've never felt anything like that before," she said quietly.

He rolled onto his side as she kissed him, then settled on his back, curling an arm around her shoulders while she lay down against his side, head resting on his chest. "Me neither," he breathed softly, closing his eyes and kissing her forehead. "I'm glad it was good for you too, Mary."

He had taken great care not to make it yet another unpleasant experience for her, so he was pleased that he had managed that.

"You make me feel so good." She laid a series of kisses on his chest before turning her gaze up to him. "I do love you, Steve. I want us to be together. We... will find some way to explain it to my family."

Her American relations might be tolerable, but she knew that the British ones would be a battle. Steve probably wasn't what Robert and Cora had envisioned for their daughter, even if he was the best man that Mary had ever met.

"Any other reason than the simple fact that we are in love with each other?" Yes, he knew what Mary meant. It was just his own view on love and marriage and how the two related poking its head back into their conversation. But honestly, even if Steve knew he had some complicated times ahead of him, he didn't care. He wasn't going to back down and give Mary up now, even if he had to stand just outside her family's property for months on end until they buckled. The only way he would stop was if Mary herself broke things off.

And he honestly hoped that she loved him at least enough to feel as adamantly about them being together.

Running his fingers quietly through her hair, he finally broke the brief moment of silence. "Your family— your father, your mother... they want you to be happy, right?"

Mary was quiet for a moment as he stroked her hair. "They do.. but I know they will prefer that I marry a man of wealth, hopefully one with a title. Since Downton will not be mine, they worry that I won't be well cared for."

Granted she did not have that same worry, but maybe she just wasn't thinking rationally enough about this. Love was wonderful, but would it be able to sustain her? Or would she miss having such a privileged lifestyle?

He fell quiet again, thinking with a clear head about all of those things. His fingers sifted softly through silky brown strands, sighing softly before he spoke up again. "I don't... have a lot of money, Mary. I can pay for a comfortable life— we could have a nice house with a small garden, a car and maybe one or two people to help around the house. But there are certain luxuries that I probably couldn't provide you with. Expensive clothes, or going out to fancy restaurants..."

He'd seen Downton, so he knew the kinds of luxuries Mary had grown up with, the kind of life she was used to. Steve would never be able to afford that kind of lifestyle, even if he worked every minute of every day of his life.

"Look, Mary, if... if you don't want to part ways with that life, it's fine. It's your right to choose what you want, and... you would break my heart, but I wouldn't judge you for it. I wouldn't hold it against you, either."

Mary shook her head. "I will still have some money, even if Downton is not mine." She never imagined that she would not be living an upper class lifestyle and the idea of it was a bit frightening to her.

Even still, she couldn't bear the idea of parting from him. "Steve... you told me that the only reason a person should marry is for love. I admit that I thought it was a bit silly at the time, but now I see that I would not want to be with any man I didn't love. I don't think I will ever love another as much as you."

It was a hard decision though, and giving up her way of life completely would not be easy for her.

He figured she wouldn't be entirely penniless, but still, he knew it could never afford them the same lifestyle she had before. Steve wasn't so sure he'd fit in, either. Granted, he could play the role, but he'd likely never feel truly comfortable.

His hand moved to cup the side of her face, thumb brushing across her cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, listening to her words, smiling warmly as she said those things. Well, at least that was something. But he also wouldn't want to sway her into marrying him through sentimentality, only for her to regret it later on.

"We still have some time," he said finally, nudging her head and kissing her temple. "You can think about what you want, and then... we'll work something out."

Mary nodded. In that moment, she wanted him, though she knew that her emotions might be compromised after such intimacy. Perhaps they would change later.

"We shall see what my parents think. It may take some persistence on both of our parts."

The last thing she wanted was for her to have a falling out with them. Sybil had moved to Ireland over her choice of husband. Mary knew that it would break her father's heart to lose her in the same way. She felt that she would be able to persuade them though and that they would come to love Steve as she did.

"Yes, I imagined as much."

He hadn't really spoken to either of them when he was back in Downton, but he understood how upper class worked, well enough to know that any potential engagement between them wouldn't be easily welcomed with open arms. Steve had faced plenty of dangers and hardships in his life, though, so if Mary decided she wanted this, then he would fight for it— for her.

"Do you want something to eat? Or would you rather just get some sleep now?"

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