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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.

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Mary's family, or at least the American side of it, was proving to be rather warm and welcoming despite everything. Steve didn't feel as out of place when he visited now, and he enjoyed the conversations he got to have with them, getting to know them better as well as satisfying any curiosity they might have about him or his life, by answering any questions they posed. Mary's uncle sometimes asked about the war, or Illinois, about the places Steve had lived in over the years– the ones he was at liberty to mention, at the very least.

It was slow progress, but it was progress nonetheless, even if Steve knew that they weren't the family he'd have to work harder to impress and sway to his side. With parting greetings and good night wishes, Steve knew that he should go home, and simply wait for the following week when he got to see Mary again. But suddenly a week felt like such a long time, and before thinking twice of it, Steve found himself climbing up the wall to the window of Mary's room, in what likely was as inappropriate a visit as he could manage.

At least the dark of the night helped keep him hidden in the shadow.

Smiling as he saw Mary's face, he ducked a little as she opened the window, then climbed farther up and sat on the windowsill. "I was going to miss you too much if I left like that," he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers. "Had to do something about it."

"Steve.." she chided, but returned the kiss. Mary took his hand and helped him climb in so that he wouldn't be sitting on the windowsill. "I hope nobody saw you."

Her grandmother was turning a blind eye to quite a lot, though she might not be so accommodating to Steve climbing into her bedroom window.

"Nobody saw me," he said with no small amount of certainty. He knew he was pushing his luck a little, though, and he kept his voice close to a whisper so none of the staff or Mary's relatives would find the sound of a man's voice suspicious and worrying.

Hoisting his legs over the windowsill and climbing fully into her room, he reached out and caught her waist, pulling her close to him as he moved in to kiss her again, lips lingering on hers this time.

"Must be your war training," she murmured against his lips before kissing him again. Mary was glad that he had snuck in because she had been longing to do this and there was obviously no way that she could do it in front of her family. She pushed herself against him and opened her mouth over his, deepening their kiss.

"Someting like that," he murmured distractedly against her lips. She wasn't wrong, though. Among other things, his extensive training included stealth, a skill which he was exceptionally gifted with.

Tongue pushing into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down her back to round the curve of her ass. The previous night had been wonderful but not nearly enough, and Steve missed the feel or her body and taste of her skin already.

She gasped a little when he grabbed her backside, but it was clear by her enthusiasm that she didn't mind. One of her hands moved to his hair. The whole night she had been thinking about running her fingers through it. She'd also been thinking about kissing him, and then about the passion they had experienced the evening before. Mary had been mildly aroused when he left and now found herself to be moreso once he returned.

To be honest, part of him had expected Mary to stop him then, so when she didn't he was a mix of surprised and pleased. He let out a soft sound into the kiss, one hand moving up her back while the other squeezed her backside, and he drew her closer to him.

The kiss broke eventually, since they both needed to breathe, and Steve especially needed to start planting a trail of warm kisses down her neck. "I miss you already, Mary..."

"Mmm, Steve..."

His kisses were setting her on fire, and even though practicality told her to stop, she didn't want to. She was keenly aware that Anna would be coming soon to help her dress for bed, but his lips felt too good.

"We shouldn't..." she protested weakly.

Her protest was especially weak when she made no move to pull away from him, and if anything she seemed to press her body even closer to his. He slowed for a moment, but he didn't stop, his mouth trailing down to the skin of her shoulder and nipping lightly.

"Does that mean you want me to stop?" It was mostly a rhetorical question. He could tell she didn't. But he was still ready to pull from her if she asked him to.

No. She didn't, even though she was conflicted. Her body was screaming for a repeat performance of the previous night, though her mind knew that there were a ton of reasons that they shouldn't. Mary searched his eyes, debating how to answer when they was a tap at the door.

"Milady," came Anna's voice from the other side. "Are you ready for bed."

Mary froze and then realized that she had to think fast. "Down!" she hissed, indicating that Steve should hide on the floor next to the bed. Anna had no reason to come on that side of it, so it should work. She hoped.

Luckily for Mary, 'down' happened to be a word to get a very quick reaction out of Steve. Granted, usually when people yelled that to him in the past it involved gunfire and grenades, not... the sudden appearance of maids.

Ducking and hiding behind the bed, Steve lay down on the floor, looking up at Mary with a wide-eyed stare that matched the ridiculousness of this moment. He tipped his head then, watching Anna's feet as she came into the room.

Well, if she came to this side, he could always scoot underneath the bed. But for now he stayed very still so he made as little noise as possible.

Mary turned around to face Anna, a smile on her face as she tried to act like absolutely nothing was wrong. The boudoir was on the other side of the room, so that would work to their advantage. After Anna helped her undress and change into her satin nightgown, she sat at the boudoir so that Anna could take her hair down and braid it.

They chatted for a bit while Anna did her hair, Anna asking about how dinner had gone and Mary trying to keep her cool. Anna never asked presumptuous questions, though she did offhandedly ask whether Mary planned to go out that night. Mary assured her that she didn't. Steve didn't sneak her out anymore after her grandmother found out. He was allowed to come for her now, albeit at the servant's entrance if it was past the usual time for evening callers.

Mary tried not to hurry Anna out too quickly but was afraid that she might not have succeeded in that. She explained that she was exhausted and that she still had to finish a letter to Sybil. Once Anna had finally said goodnight, Mary leaned against the closed door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The seconds seemed to stretch on, Steve's eyes fixed on Anna's feet most of all. Anytime it seemed like she might round the bed, he nearly made a move to roll underneath it, but was relieved that he didn't have to. He barely even heard the two women talking, and he didn't dare relax a muscle until Mary finally started to try and get Anna out of there.

Only when she left the room and the door closed behind her did Steve let out a breath of relief, eyes closing a moment. Finally he sat up, his head poking from the other side of the bed as he propped his arms over the edge, kneeling on the floor next to it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered very quietly, hiding a small apologetic smile behind his own arms.

Mary just breathed for a moment, staring at him, even if he looked incredibly cute peeking up from the other side of the bed at her. She shook her head and quickly locked the door before crossing the room. "You're very lucky I love you."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed on his side, she reached down and brushed her fingertips over his cheeks. "We should be alone now," she said. No one else would probably interrupt them and she was relatively alone in this wing of the house. That didn't mean that they still didn't have to be quiet though. If they were found out, this would most assuredly be unacceptable.

"Yes, I am," he nodded as he watched her lock the door. He meant in plenty more ways than just moments like this, of course.

As she sat down near him, he put his arm across her lap and around her waist, hand resting on her side and sliding up. "Does that mean we can pick up where we left off?" No harm in asking, since the scare could very well be enough for her to not want to do anything else. Still, Steve hoped that wouldn't be the case.

Mary didn't think they would have any more interruptions for the night, and now the door was locked anyway, which would give him even more time to hide. If he wanted to kiss her, she sure wasn't going to say no.

She tilted his chin up with her fingertips and pressed her lips to his again.

Tipping his head up, he pressed into the kiss, shifting around while still on his knees until he was slotted between her legs. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed them close, though she was still sitting on the bed, and he was still kneeling on the floor in front of her.

Mary laughed lightly and wrapped her ankles around him. "Mmm..." She opened her mouth against his, deepening the kiss again. Her tongue flicked against his, as she felt a warmth spreading through her body.

He couldn't help grin at her reaction, his lips parting eventually to deepen the kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth in gentle strokes, while one of his hands slid down to her leg, tugging the fabric of her nightgown and slipping his hand underneath the fabric so he was touching skin directly.

Feeling his hand beneath her clothing made Mary hold her breath for just a moment. She didn't really want to stop him, but she wondered if going as far as the had the evening previous was a good idea.

Mary pulled back gently from the kiss and looked at him. "Should we?" She whispered.

He broke from the kiss a bit reluctantly, blinking his eyes open to look at her. His hand didn't move from underneath her gown, not pulling away altogether but not sliding any farther underneath her clothes either.

"I want to," he said in a hushed tone, warm against her lips. He took a slow breath, licking at his own lips and swallowing dryly as he looked her in the eye. "But... only if you want to."

He wasn't going to push her into doing something if she wasn't comfortable with where they were.

"I do..." she whispered back, "but we will need a condom if you want to..." Have intercourse, she finished in her head. Did he have one with him. Mary didn't imagine that was something he just carried around.

It went without saying that regardless of what they did they would have to be quiet. They couldn't run any risk of getting caught.

Steve opened his mouth, closed it again, looking a bit apprehensive. "How... presumptuous would you think it was of me if I told you I brought one with me?"

Not because he had expected to do anything during the actual dinner, but because he had considered the possibility of paying her a nighttime visit— just like he ended up doing.

Mary raised an eyebrow at him. "I think that makes you quite naughty," she responded, though there was an amused smile on her face. "Are you always so prepared?" Leaning down, she kissed him again. "Maybe you just can't get enough of me."

That was kind of arousing. She brushed her fingers down over his neck, then into the jacket that he was wearing, trying to push it off of his shoulders.

Steve looked a bit surprised for a moment, though pleasantly so, then he smiled at her. "Mm, maybe I am a bit naughty," he murmured with a soft chuckle, leaning in to kiss her again. He licked at her lips, letting his arms fall away from her so she could guide his jacket down his arms.

"I definitely can't get enough of you," he said a bit more huskily, hands sliding up her sides again, until he was cupping her breasts over the fabric of her nightie. "You feel so good, Mary."

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