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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"You don't have to imagine," she replied. "I'm yours." Mary had no intention of giving him up, ever. Her hope was that she would be able to use her skills at persuasion to help her parents come around. No one could be more stubborn and hard-headed than her when she wanted something, and she wanted Steve with every fiber of her being.

"As I am yours," he murmured with a languid smile and a warm gaze as he pulled back to look at her again. He slid his hands up and down her back, stroking the soft skin, rounding her shoulders and tracing around her breasts as he admired her. God, she was beautiful. Sometimes he couldn't believe how lucky he was that she loved him back, and that she was just as willing as he was to do whatever it took for them to be together.

Letting his hands drop to her waist, he slowly lifted her weight up so his cock slipped out of her. The loss drew a strained gasp from him, and he laid her down on the bed, crawling over her and kissing her briefly before he lay down next to her himself.

Mary loved every touch he spared her, the way his fingers caressed her skin with such love and desire. She would have to be insane to let him go or want to be with anyone else.

Even though she knew that he must pull out eventually, she still missed the feel of him when he did. Curling up at his side, Mary laid her head on his chest. "Unfortunately, I must leave soon."

He let out a soft whine at her words, even if they came as no surprise. "Why must you always be the bearer of bad news?" He was teasing her of course, pinching her side lightly as he held her close to him.

"We still have a little while. Promise I'll deliver you home well before your curfew." Wouldn't want to make a bad impression with her grandmother and uncle, now of all times. "Do you want to take a bath before going?"

Mary frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, darling." She kept track of the time because she didn't want to return late. Her grandmother had been very forgiving so far, but Mary did not know how far her generosity would stretch.

"I'd love a bath," she answered with a smile. "I admit that I might get very distracted though. Being in a bathtub with you makes me want to do things that are quite naughty." There was a glint in her eye.

He understood her reasons, and he agreed completely. Luckily it shouldn't be much longer before they had a little more freedom to spend time together, even though he was well aware it wouldn't be acceptable for them to sleep together before they were married. Their little dalliances would have to be kept a secret until then, one way or the other— or stop entirely, if Mary felt that was safer around her family in England. They did seem more strict and proper than her American relatives.

"Mm, I think we have time for... one more naughty distraction," he hummed with a smile, turning to the side so he could kiss her. "I'll fill up the tub. Come get you when it's ready?"

It would be much more difficult in England, which was maybe why Mary wanted to get in all that she could for the time being. She didn't plan on truly stopping though. After having a taste of sexual pleasure, she couldn't imagine being without it.

Mary nodded as he went to go fill the tub. She curled up with her head on the pillow and the sheets wrapped around her, closing her eyes for just a moment.

He rushed to the bathroom, turning on the taps and letting the tub fill up a decent amount and adding a bar of soap in so a few suds formed on the surface. He took the opportunity to take off his condom, tossing it in the trash, then he went back to the bedroom to find her curled up on his bed.

It was a perfect sight, and for a moment he almost didn't want to interrupt. With a smile on his face, he made his way over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and propping a hand on the mattress to her other side so he could lean down and kiss her temple. "Should I carry you?"

Mary opened her eyes and looked up at him with a serene smile. She nodded and untangled herself from the sheets on his bed so that he could take her in his arms.

"I can't wait until we're able to spend the night together. I want to register as Mr. and Mrs. Trevor on the boat so that we can stay in the same room."

It wasn't like they couldn't do whatever they wanted, regardless, but Mary want to at least have the appearance of respectability. There would be no question about them staying in the same room if it was thought they were husband and wife.

"I'd love that too," he smiled, as he reached down and picked her up from the bed, one arm around her shoulders and the other hooking underneath her legs. "Won't Anna tell your family, though?"

Not that he didn't trust Mary's maid, but he just wanted to be sure. There was no way they could register as a married couple and sleep in the same room for the whole trip without Anna knowing, after all— he just wanted to know that wouldn't eventually become a problem for him and Mary, if it were to reach her family's ears somehow.

He carried her towards the bathroom, leaning down near the edge of the tub and lowering her onto the warm water, climbing in afterwards.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him as he cradled her in his arms. Her face fell a bit when he mentioned Anna.

"Oh, damn," she said softly. Mary had honestly forgotten about the fact that Anna would be returning with them. "I'll speak with her. She and I are very close. I think if I made her understand, she would keep that secret to herself." Anna was relatively conservative though, and she wondered if she would truly understand, but Mary knew that she'd keep quiet if Mary asked her to. She worked for the family, but had been Mary's personal maid for so many years that she was mostly loyal to her.

The warm water felt wonderful and relaxing on her body, and she made herself comfortable as Steve got in behind her. She settled back against his chest.

"If you say so," he nodded. "I'll trust your decision." He didn't know Anna nearly as well as Mary did, so if she was sure she'd keep that secret, then Steve would be all too happy to go along with it. Really, if it gave him an opportunity to sleep with Mary and wake up and cuddle in bed with her every morning for a whole week, then far be it from him to oppose.

He settled comfortably on the tub, his hands sliding up her back. He caught her hair and rolled it up so it wouldn't get too wet, as that would likely give it away that they hadn't truly just been out drinking. Not that he thought they'd fool her grandmother for a moment, but still.

"I'll check her reaction when we speak, though I feel that Anna would be honest with me. If she was going to tell Mama and Papa, she would be upfront about it." And if she said she simply couldn't keep this a secret then Mary would have to room with her - and sneak out to be with Steve at night.

Mary's hair was a wreck after their sex, and while she would try to spruce it up before she left, there was no way that Martha wouldn't suspect. Mary felt like she didn't give a damn though. She felt too good, and was too much in love, and Steve was going to be her husband. She caught his hand and held it as she admired the ring on her finger.

"Alright," Steve nodded, trusting Mary to handle the situation. He didn't want Anna to feel uncomfortable with keeping a lie like that, but honestly, he loved the possibility of sharing a room with Mary for the whole trip far too much to tell her they could skip on that. Now that Mary had brought it up, he was even more eager for the trip.

He looked at their hands and smiled, swiping his thumb across her ring. "It looks so perfect on you," he said softly, kissing her temple.

Mary grinned when he commented on the ring. "It's beautiful. Thank you. I hope it didn't cost you terribly much." As much as she liked that he bought it for her, she didn't want him to go bankrupt. They would be better after they were married, when her money would become his money as well. She was sure that would be part of the reason why her father would object to the marriage in the first place. It was quite obvious that Steve was not digging around for money though. He loved her for who she was, not what she had.

"No. Don't worry, I didn't drain all my life savings or anything like that." He wasn't rich by any means, but he had worked hard for most of his life, and saved up whenever he could. It was rare for him to indulge, and never on particularly expensive things, possibly his bike being one exception. Her ring being another. "It was more than worth it."

"I'm glad to hear that." Mary leaned back and kissed his lips. "You make me so happy. I never thought I could be this happy in my life."

Marrying for love was something she had dreamed of, but had always conceded might not be realistic. She was supposed to marry for prestige. After that relationship fell apart though, she had dared to hope that she might actually find a man that she loved.

Mary laid against his chest. "Men like Mercer, they think they are entitled to a woman like me."

He returned the kiss, smiling warmly against her lips. "In that case, I'm glad to prove you wrong."

He hadn't argued with her when she claimed there could be merits to a marriage of convenience, but he was glad beyond words she had come around since then. He didn't think she'd have been a happy woman with Richard in any case, even if she might've been married to someone deemed more suitable.

"Men like Mercer like to think they're entitled to a lot of things," he answered a little curtly. "I'm just glad he stopped pushing. Pretty sure I'd have made a scene if I'd punched him in the middle of that party."

She didn't think that she would be happy with Richard at all. That was ultimately why she had broken the engagement. She was marrying him in an attempt to keep her reputation clean, which hadn't turned out to be a good enough reason for her.

"I might have liked to have seen that," Mary replied with a quiet laugh. "He can't imagine why I would want you when a rich man like him is available. But I'm not a commodity to be bargained over. I have a choice in whom I marry."

Steve snorted at her words, shaking his head. But then he probably would find it pretty satisfying himself, so it's not like he could talk much.

"Yes, you do," he curled his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his chest and kissing her neck. "A novel concept to him, apparently. But it's not our problem if he can't wrap his head around the fact that women are actual people, too."

Mary turned her head so that she could look at him over her shoulder. "Your ideas about women are quite modern, you know?"

Many men still thought of women as their property, especially men in the conservative upper classes. In contrast, Mary's family had taught her to express her opinions openly. Both she and her sisters felt free to share their feelings openly and often. That was part of what had rubbed her the wrong way with Richard. He did not seem to like her telling what she thought about certain things.

"That's a sad thing to hear, because I don't really think they're all that forward," he said, both eyebrows raised. "But... I hope it's a sign that times are changing. For the better, I mean. About time, don't you think?"

He had no illusions. He knew it would take years, perhaps even decades, before women saw some proper equality between them and men, but he knew it would happen eventually. It had to. Things were already beginning to change now, to evolve. Women had a voice and weren't so afraid to use it anymore.

Mary was quiet for a moment, thinking about that. Was he right?

She thought that he probably was. Women might not have been as physically strong as men, but Mary knew that she could do math better than a lot of men. She could probably even run a business, if she had the desire to. Lots of women could at least equal men in many things. It was contrary to a lot of what she had grown up with, but Steve had a point.

"Yes," she said as she turned back towards him. "I think you're right."

Well, some women might not be as physically strong as men, but others could be. It could depend on a number of things, and who's to say what a woman would be physically capable of if she trained from a younger age, if she were allowed the same kind of physical activities that a man would? Steve knew for a fact that there were plenty of women who would have been willing to get involved in the war effort, for instance, but it was never deemed appropriate or safe. Although Steve genuinely hoped there would be no future opportunities for women to prove themselves in that context. One Great War had been more than enough.

Mentally, though, that Steve had no doubt that there were plenty of women who were smarter than many men, but of course it was easier to label them as sick or hysterical rather than recognize their intelligence.

"I can't make society change all on my own, sadly, but for what it's worth, you can always speak your mind to me," he smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Even if it means proving me wrong sometimes."

"I quite freely speak my mind anyway," Mary said with a smile. "I am glad that you appreciate that. Richard was less appreciative."

More like he would prefer that she stay quiet, especially when her views didn't line up with his. Mary had difficulty doing that. All of her life she had been able to say what she thought or felt. It was only one reason why she knew a marriage with Richard wouldn't work out.

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