Lady Mary Crawley (
thequitecontrary) wrote2017-07-02 09:35 pm
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Nighttime Visits
Another dinner between Steve and Mary's family had gone well. Of course, Steve was very polite and sociable, so they usually had a tendency to go well. He seemed to be getting along with her uncle, and while the two men were in conversation, Martha had asked Mary about where she felt this relationship was going. Mary didn't want to cause a fuss, so she was deliberately a bit vague. She told her grandmother that she was very fond of Steve. Martha asked about if a proposal was coming, and Mary was again vague. She didn't want to have this conversation with Steve in the room, even if he was on the other side of it. For her part, Martha was concerned, though not distressed. She did like Steve. He just seemed terribly unsuitable for her granddaughter and she wondered what the British contingent would have to say about it. Being Martha though, the idea of their reaction kind of amused her and she decided to let the chips fall where they may. And at least he wasn't the chauffeur.
After saying goodnight, Mary went up to her room, pleased that they'd had another good evening with Steve. They were warming to him, even if Mary didn't think that they would be advocates for this union when the time came to tell her parents about it. She sat down to write a letter to Sybil and had just started when she heard a rapping at the window.
That was curious. It didn't seem to be a branch. Steve usually tossed rocks up when he was trying to get her to go out with him, but he had just left. Mary got up and pulled back the curtain, surprised to see Steve sitting on the other side of the glass in the tree that was just outside her window. She quickly opened it and stuck her head out slightly.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed voice.
After saying goodnight, Mary went up to her room, pleased that they'd had another good evening with Steve. They were warming to him, even if Mary didn't think that they would be advocates for this union when the time came to tell her parents about it. She sat down to write a letter to Sybil and had just started when she heard a rapping at the window.
That was curious. It didn't seem to be a branch. Steve usually tossed rocks up when he was trying to get her to go out with him, but he had just left. Mary got up and pulled back the curtain, surprised to see Steve sitting on the other side of the glass in the tree that was just outside her window. She quickly opened it and stuck her head out slightly.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed voice.

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Not just for that reason, of course, but it certainly contributed to it. His muscles tensed underneath her lips, and he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a shiver practically run from head to toe when she spoke again.
"Mary..." He wasn't even sure what to say to that. His cheeks did flush a little, though he knew it was more out of eagerness and arousal than anything else. "You don't have to do that."
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Mary kissed a bit further down, her lips more tentative this time. "Just for a few moments," she continued. "Then we can put the condom on and you can orgasm inside me."
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"So if you really want to do that, I'd like that too." He let out a slow, shaky exhale, closing his eyes a moment. "Very... very much."
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Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mary pulled him a bit closer and continued kissing the skin of his lower abdomen. She took his cock in her hand. Leaning down, she kissed the soft skin of the head of his cock, before taking it gingerly into her mouth. She hoped that Steve would tell her if she wasn't doing it right.
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Parting his lips slightly, he took a slow breath, letting out a gasp when her lips left his abdomen and moved to the sensitive head of his cock. His thighs tensed and held onto her shoulder, though not nearly tight enough to hurt. He'd let her know if she did something wrong, of course, but he was fairly sure they'd be alright, especially since she wasn't going to go too far right now.
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Mary sucked on just the head again, wondering how long she should do this for and hoping that Steve would stop her before he got too close to orgasm.
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A few moments longer and he was nudging lightly at her, trying to get her attention. "Mary," he managed to whisper quietly, his tone shaky at best. "You need to... to stop, now."
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Mary reached for the condom on the bedside table and tore open the package. Placing it at the tip of his cock, she gently rolled it down his length, not wanting to stimulate him too much.
Once it was on, she laid down on the bed and reached out a hand to help him join her.
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Sucking in a slow breath as she put the condom on him, he let out a sigh as she pulled her hands away, watching her as she lay down on the bed. She really was a sight, and she took his breath away even with the simplest of gestures. Smiling warmly, he took her hand, climbing into bed with her, leaning down to kiss her.
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"Do you need to touch me?" she asked quietly. "To do the preparation?" Not that she would ever have a problem with feeling Steve's hands on her.
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It wasn't absolutely necessary, but with a condom it did help. Steve had forgone it before, granted, but it had been with women more experienced than Mary, and he didn't want to hurt her. If she had nothing, they'd have to be a little more careful, at least at first.
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"And I love you, Mary," he whispered softly, fingertips brushing past her folds and prodding lightly at her opening. "That felt wonderful... I loved your mouth on me."
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Mary sighed lightly as his fingers pressed against her opening. She trusted Steve not to do anything to hurt her. Meanwhile, her fingers stroked over his chest.
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Two fingers slowly pushed into her, curling lightly as he started thrusting in and out, working her muscles gently, not picking up pace until he felt her relax around him.
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She moaned softly as she felt his fingers push into her, her muscles stretching to accommodate them. "That feels good... I never imagined how much." Mary leaned in to kiss him.
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Watching her quietly, he set up a pace as he started to get those sweet reactions out of her. Her muscles spasmed around his fingers every so often, but he could also feel her growing wetter still— which would help, considering he hadn't really brought any lubricant with him. "Promise to always make it feel good for you, Mary," he breathed softly against her lips, kissing her again.
[ ooc: seems like it was a good time for you to be away, since between visiting family and some cousins coming over, I didn't get to indulge in meme tags as much as I'd have liked. I'm glad you're back, though! ♥ ]
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Mary returned the kiss, smiling against his lips. "I love you... I think I'm ready." She longed to feel all of him inside of her and knew that he was more than ready for her.
[that worked out then. Glad to be back! I missed our tags. ♥]
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"Alright," he nodded softly, slowing down then pulling his fingers out of her, though not moving too far just yet. "Lie down on top of me?" If he could get her to rub herself against him a little, it certainly would help by coating his length in her fluids.
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She followed his instructions curiously, rolling over and lying prone on his chest. Mary kissed his jaw and neck. "What do you want me to do?" She murmured, aware that they needed to keep quiet.
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He felt a little awkward saying it out loud, though more so for Mary's sake than his own. He hoped she would agree and see how much it would help move things along. Besides, he liked having her on top of him.
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