thequitecontrary | The Party

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The Party

When Mary, her grandmother, and her uncle were invited to a party hosted by one of 5th Avenue's elite, she knew that she didn't want to bring anyone other than Steve as her guest. Truthfully, she didn't need a guest at all, and if her grandmother had any say, Mary would go alone and talk to the many wealthy single men that would be at this party. Martha had just about accepted that Steve would be a mainstay in their lives now, as it was obvious that Mary was in love with him. Her expressed opinion of Steve was that she liked him, though he was entirely unsuitable for someone of Mary's social stature and wealth. However, she also knew about love, and forbidding Mary to see him would do the exact opposite of what she intended. So, Mary was allowed to bring him.

Steve cleaned up very nicely, which came as no surprise to Mary when he showed up at the house before going over to the party. They alighted from the car and followed Martha and Harold into a huge mansion. Most of the party was taking place in the vast ballroom, where they was enough room for dancing, drinks and conversation.

Mary walked with her hand on Steve's arm, though she didn't stay attached to him for the entire night. When he went off to get them some drinks, she was approached by another man who seemed determined to make conversation with her, and Mary was at least polite about it, chatting with him while she waited for Steve to return.

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He hoped this would be another nice surprise. He knew Mary loved him very much, but part of him still worried that all the times she talked about marrying him, she hadn't really thought it through, and when confronted by the reality of it happening, she would give up on the notion.

Still, he had put it off long enough. In only a few weeks she'd be going back to England, and he didn't want to miss his chance. Hell, he'd fought in a war. He could very well handle this too.

"Be right back," he kissed her knuckles, then stepped away from her, the sound of a drawer opening not too far away. He moved back in front of her, then lowered onto one knee, holding up an open box with a ring inside. It had been a little expensive, and cost a small portion of his savings, but he'd known it was the ring for Mary the moment he'd laid his eyes on it. "You can open your eyes now."

Mary moved her hands and opened her eyes in order to find Steve kneeling before her holding a box with a ring in it. It took her a moment to process just what she was seeing. Her fingers flew up to her lips in surprise.

"Steve... oh my God."

It wasn't necessarily unexpected, but she hadn't been anticipating his proposal that very moment. It was necessary before they went back to England though. Mary would rather return with Steve as her fiancee, as it would let her parents know that she was serious about him.

"I wanted to make this a little more special, but... I was running out of time. And opportunities."

He was smiling, though, too nervous, too excited. Her reaction was promising at least, so he decided to push onwards, still holding the box in his hands.

"I think, if you were to get on a boat right now and leave, you'd take my heart with you. That'd be the most painful experience of my life, and I don't think I'd be able to bear it. Wherever you go, Mary, I want to be there with you. I want to love you every day, and make you as happy as you make me. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, until we're old and wrinkled but still as in love as the first day I decided I wanted you to be my wife."

He breathed a little shakily and cleared his throat. "So, Mary Crawley... marry me. I promise to give everything I have for each of your days to be filled with happiness."

Mary's eyes watered at his words and at the whole situation. Finally, a real heartfelt proposal from a man she loved. It was almost too good to be true.

"I wasn't planning on getting on the boat without you, and I prayed that we would go as an engaged couple." She wiped the tears that spilled from her eyes and laughed just a little. "Yes, of course I will marry you."

It did occur to her that her family would probably have a strong reaction to this, from her grandmother when they got home that night to her parents overseas. Mary would have to write and tell them. For now though, she was way too excited and happy that Steve had made their engagement official. She clasped his hand tightly in hers.

"Well, I couldn't know for sure," he huffed, already smiling wide at those words alone. Her answer came as no surprise after that, but it still filled him with unending happiness, and he exhaled shakily and audibly, feeling his own eyes well up a little with emotion.

"Thank God," he breathed, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. Hastily, he fumbled with the box, letting it fall to the floor in his nervous flutter to pull the ring out. "Never mind that," he shook his head, holding the ring instead, and reaching for her left hand so he could slip the ring into her finger.

The ring looked beautiful on her finger - so unique and just perfect. Mary loved it and hoped that he hadn't bankrupted himself over it. She admired it for a moment and then pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you. You'll come back to England with me then and help convince my parents?"

It might be somewhat of an uphill battle, but Mary was just stubborn enough to be convinced that they would win out in the end. She knew that her father wanted ultimately wanted her to be happy.

He leaned in to kiss her back once he was on his feet, his hands settling on her waist as he pulled her closer. In all honesty he felt as though he had no floor underneath his feet just then, and he was simply floating midair.

"Of course I will," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Where else would I go, if not with you?" He had no home here, nothing to keep him. He also wouldn't give up until he managed to convince her family and get their blessing to marry Mary.

"And when you bring me home tonight you might have to explain it to my grandmother," she said with a smile. "But we have several more hours until midnight and there are a lot of things I want to do with you." Mary stole another kiss from him, the picked up her glass of gin from the table. Glancing at him coyly over her shoulder, she headed towards his bedroom.

He suppressed the urge to sigh at that, knowing very well that it had to be done. In any case, she was right. He didn't need to worry about it for another few good hours, and he rather liked focusing on all the things they could do until then.

Picking up his own glass, he took a sip, then followed after her into the bedroom, glad to let her take the lead.

His bedroom was dark with just a bit of light filtering in from the streetlights outside. In that dim glow, Mary pulled Steve in again and then promptly began to unbutton his pants. She turned around to indicate that Steve should help her with the zipper at the back of her dress. They didn't need to rush, but Mary was eager to be with him now that she had him alone.

His eyes fell down to her hands as she undid his trousers, though he didn't move at first, curious to see where she wanted to take this. Once she turned around, he set down his glass, hands reaching for the zipper and slowly tugging it down. He leaned in to kiss the back of her neck, as he undid her dress and slipped his hands underneath the fabric, guiding it down her arms and taking it off of her.

Mary let the dress slide down over her hips and then pool on the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it, then turned back to Steve. Her fingers slid under the lapels of his jacket as she pushed it off his shoulders. Mary pulled him in for another kiss as her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt.

He practically felt his heart skip a beat when she turned to face him, his breath faltering briefly as he leaned down to return the kiss. His hands slid up her back now she was freed of her outer layer, one of them coming to sift through her hair and cup the back of her neck while they kissed.

"I'm so lucky you want to marry me," he blurted out, a loose thought turned to words. "I'm so lucky you love me."

Mary couldn't help but smile against his mouth when she heard his words. "I'm lucky too. I didn't think I would end up marrying for love."

In a perfect world, Steve would be rich or titled. Mary had learned though that happiness was much more important than money. She didn't want to be stuck with a man who would make her miserable. A life like that wouldn't be worth living.

Mary pulled his shirt down his arms, then went back to working on her own clothing. She untied the laces to her corset and began to loosen it just enough so that she could slip it over her head.

Steve hummed, lips curling into a faint smile as he answered her words. "Must be the American charm. Putting crazy ideas like that in the minds of proper British ladies."

He wouldn't have judged her either way. People were free to do as they pleased, no matter his personal thoughts on a marriage without love, but God was he glad she hadn't gone through with it. He was sure now he would have lived a whole life incomplete if he hadn't gotten to have her by his side.

Tugging his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor, he pulled his undershirt over his head next, toeing off his shoes as he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall down his legs. His hands moved to her corset next, helping her loosen it, then carefully guiding it up her torso.

"That must be it," she agreed with a playful smile. "Americans are so brash."

Steve could be brash sometimes in that he was persistent when he wanted things, but Mary never found him rude. He'd never treated her as anything less than a lady. Every time they were together he made her feel comfortable and loved.

Once her corset was off, Mary wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close to her. "I... I want to use my mouth on you," she said, feeling just a bit shy about it.

He chuckled faintly, not the least bit offended by her remark. She was right, after all, but he also found that the greatest differences came from a disparity in class. Not every English person was as proper as what she was used to, nor was every American as brash and persistent as Steve was.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing her briefly, one hand smoothing up her bare back. Pulling back at her words, he seemed almost too surprised to even manage to say anything for a few seconds.

"Alright," he breathed finally, nodding as he tried not to sound like that admission alone made him feel completely overeager and overly excited. "Alright, uh... how do you want me? Should I sit, or... lie on the bed?"

"Whatever you think might be easiest," Mary replied. She remembered how much he had liked it last time and she wanted to please him that way again. "I... need you to show me how you like it." There was a bit of color in her high cheekbones. Admittedly the idea of doing this to him was arousing to her, but she was still a bit nervous about it. What if she was terrible at it?

Steve nodded again, licking his own lips. Her request was a reasonable one, and he also wanted her to feel sure of what she was doing, that she wasn't doing something that wasn't pleasant to him. Even if, granted, Steve had a hard time imagining not enjoying whatever Mary did to him.

"Come on, then," he caught her hand, guiding her to bed. He tugged his underpants off so he was completely naked before climbing onto the mattress, taking a seat with his back to the headboard, then waited for her to join him.

Mary still had her underwear and stockings on, though she left them for the time being. She got on the bed and sat in front of him, facing him, with her legs folded underneath her. Leaning forward, she reached up to give his mouth a brief kiss.

"You're so handsome." Seeing him sitting before her like that had awakened such a desire in her. Steve was truly one of the most good-looking men she had ever seen. He took her breath away and made her heart race.

She looked quite wonderful in them, and as for the moment they weren't getting in the way, he was in no particular rush to get them off of her. He could take care of that later in any case. Tipping his head, he returned the kiss, his hands settling on her upper arms and sliding down to her wrists.

He smiled at her words, used to them by now but as always glad to hear her say them. He caught her hands, moving them to his cock, guiding her fingertips along the length so she was touching the more sensitive spots, starting on the slit at the tip, and going down the vein on the underside.

She allowed him to guide her hands over his length. Her touch was gentle and exploratory. Mary closed a fist around him and slid her hand slowly up and down. She focused her fingers on the places where Steve had guided her. One finger of her other hand teased the slit at the head before tracing down the vein.

"Is that how you like to be touched?" she asked curiously. A woman seemed to have one specific place, while a man had so much more. Maybe there were certain parts of it that felt better than others when caressed.

"Yes," he breathed softly, licking at his lips as he closed his eyes. Her touch was gentle but she learned quickly, touching his more sensitive spots, and he felt pleasure wash over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"With your mouth— It feels good on those spots too," he murmured, a hint shy but working through it somewhat easily. "I'll like any way your lips touch me, Mary. The only thing you really need to be careful about is your teeth. Not very..." he shivers, letting out a gasp as she strokes over a sensitive spot near the crown. "Pleasant, being bitten. Down there."

"I wouldn't do that," she replied, imagining that was indeed unpleasant. Mary caressed him for a little while longer, until his cock stood straight up. Then she continued to hold him steady in a loose fist, but leaned down and placed her lips on the head of his cock, sucking it gently into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the slit and then around the head.

"I know you wouldn't." Not intentionally in any case. He just didn't want Mary to get nervous and rush into anything. They had plenty of time and she could take as much time as she wanted to explore and set up whatever pace she was comfortable with. Which was why he didn't urge her to keep going, but he also didn't stop her when she leaned down, taking the head of his cock between her lips. He let out a soft, bitten back moan when she sucked around it, breathing her name like a plea when her tongue slid across the sensitive tip, his fingers sliding and curling loosely in her hair.

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squee. also that ring is gorgeous

for someone who doesn't want to get married I spend too much time looking at wedding stuff slfkds

hehe!

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