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Mary could feel her heart pounding as they moved down the runway, going faster and faster. She clutched the seat for dear life, trembling a bit in anticipation. Finally, there was the sensation that there was nothing below them any longer and they were rapidly gaining altitude. To her credit, Mary didn't scream. For the most part, she was stunned into silence, scarcely believing that they had actually left the ground. They were quickly able to turn around and clear the hangar itself before sailing off over the green fields below.

To Steve, this was fairly mundane. This wasn't even among the fastest planes he'd piloted, nor could it fly as high up. The main difference was that Mary was up here with him, and while it brought him great joy to be able to share this with her, it also reminded him that he had to be additionally careful and take things slow, where normally he might've been a little riskier, possibly even pulled a few stunts.

Once they were high up and flying steady, he levelled the airplane, then tipped it to the side to take a wide turn over green plains. Were she daring enough to look down, she'd note the houses on the ground were tiny as ants.

After the initial ascent, and when Mary got used to the wind and the roar of the engine, she actually found it to be quite peaceful. She felt like she was floating in midair, and calmed down considerably. It was amazing how far out she could see from up here. Looking down on the farm fields and tiny houses was a novelty.

Mary smiled when Steve glanced back at her. She felt safe, particularly because he was at the helm.

Steve smiled back at her, feeling relieved that she didn't seem to be so scared anymore. He wished he could hold her hand or kiss her, but as it was he wouldn't risk moving too much, nor take his hands from the helm too long.

He settled for a few wide flights over the fields and farms, making sure not to fly too far out. At first he didn't notice, but as time passed the clouds started to creep closer, until Steve realized they'd be heading their way. Gesturing so Mary could see them too, he then pointed to the ground, as if saying they'd have to land soon for safety's sake.

It was beautiful, watching the landscape go by below them, and looking out as far as she could see. The tall buildings of New York were in the distance, looking like toys from their vantage point. Not too much further in another direction was the ocean. Mary wondered what that would be like, and if it was even possible to do yet.

She noticed the very dark clouds that Steve pointed out and nodded at his hand signal. As nice as it was up here, she knew it was because the skies were calm. Driving through a storm didn’t seem like it would be the best idea.

He could only guess that she had seen his gesture, and soon after he focused on lowering their altitude, piloting in soft circles as he spotted the airdrome and flew closer to it. He'd have to align himself with the runway before starting the landing sequence, not to mention make sure that there would be nothing and no one on their way.

Once he was clear for a safe landing, he flew one last turn over the track, glancing up just in time to see the clouds gathering. His focus shifted back to the runway as he started the plane on a quicker descent, the nose tipped upwards just slightly, hoping they'd make it to the ground before it started raining down on them.

The landing was less comfortable, and it didn’t help that Steve was in a hurry to beat the storm. They bumped along as they got closer to the ground. It jolted Mary a bit when they finally made contact. Overall though, being in the air was actually enjoyable. The take off and landing were the worst parts.

Once Steve helped her get out of the harness, Mary grinned and kissed him. “That was quite exciting,” she said, still happy from the feeling of coasting above the trees. “I think I can see why you like it so much.”

Landings tended to be a little bumpy, even bumpier than liftoffs in Steve's experience. But they made it to the ground safely, and managed to get there with only a couple of raindrops falling on their faces.

He kissed her back and held her hand, helping her climb out of the plane and put her feet back on the ground. "I'm glad you liked it too," he smiled, leaning in for another kiss only to get interrupted by a few more droplets, and he glanced up. "Alright, we should... go, before it starts pouring. I'll go hand in our gear, you should get in the car. I'll be right back."

Steve seemed to be taking the storm quite seriously, so Mary did in turn. She hurried to the car just as it started to rain in earnest. He jumped in the car about 5 minutes later, hair dripping with rain.

“The storm came up rather quickly, didn’t it?” She asked.

With how fast it was creeping up on them, Steve just wanted to get on the road before it caught up to them. If the rain got too bad they might be forced to stop halfway through their trip, and he really wanted to avoid that.

His hair was sticking to his forehead and his coat and trousers were wet, but at least the clothes underneath were mostly dry. He could manage until they were back at his place and he could change into something dry. "Yeah... I didn't expect it to rain today," he looked out the windshield, then revved up the engine, starting them on their way back to the city. "Did you get too wet?"

"No," she replied. "I managed to get into the car before it started to pour." Mary had gotten a few drops on her, but nothing substantial. She reached into the backseat to get her hat. Even though it was a summer hat, it would at least help protect her from the rain.

They drove for a long time in steady rain, sometimes blinding the windshield. Steve had to slow in a few spots so that they wouldn't run off the road. When they finally reached New York, the rain had picked up to a violent storm that even shook the car a bit. The streets were mostly deserted, everyone having gone for cover.

The place where Steve had to park the car was about a block from his flat. Mary turned to him, a questioning look on her face. "I suppose we'll have to run, won't we?" The storm did not show signs of slowing.

Steve had to slow down more often than he'd have liked, but it was necessary to avoid having an accident. The delay meant the rain followed them steadily all the way back to the city, and they caught the worst of it on the last stretch of the trip.

He could scarcely see anything as he found a spot to park, and he could tell there was no point waiting for it to calm down. If anything he wondered if it might even get worse, like with a thunderstorm.

"Better that we do, yes," he nodded, glancing apologetically at her. "Come on. You've got all your things?" He helped her with anything she might need him to carry, then with a last moment's pause, he pushed the door open and jumped out of the car, rounding it and catching Mary's hand and helping her keep up as they ran as fast as they could to his building.

Mary grabbed his hand as he pulled her out of the car, using her other hand to hold onto her hat and the stuffed bunny that Steve had won her. She gave a little cry when she felt the cold rain hit her, and she tried to avoid puddles as the two of them ran as fast as they could towards his flat.

Even if they ran pretty fast, the rain was still falling down hard on them, and by the time they made it to the building, they were both drenched to the bone. Steve shivered and groaned a little once they passed the door, running a hand through his wet hair, if only to get it away from his face. "Jesus," he muttered, glancing outside, then his eyes drifted towards Mary, who looked as much of a mess as he did. "Mary, I... if the rain doesn't let up, I don't think I can get you to your grandmother's house tonight."

Mary gasped for breath as they stood in the lobby of his building. She was soaked to the bone, her dress clinging to her frame. Steve’s words worried her though. “No?” She asked. “What are we going to do? I suppose I can ask the chauffeur to come get me.”

What other option did they have? She didn’t even consider that she might be able to spend the night at Steve’s flat.

"In this weather?" Steve raised his eyebrows slightly. The whole issue was that the rain made it practically impossible for him to be able to drive safely, and the chauffeur would have the same problem— if he even risked driving out here.

"You can spend the night here, you know," he said, though he felt like he was pointing out the obvious. "I'm sure your grandmother will understand. There's a telephone on the building, you can try to call her and let her know you're safe."

Mary put a hand to her chest, unsure. “Perhaps you ought to speak with her as well.” Martha would want a reassurance, even if Steve knew better than to promise not to sleep with Mary. Her grandmother already strongly suspected anyway. This would confirm it.

They went to the public telephone and Mary asked the operator for her grandmother’s house. When they finally got Martha on the phone, Steve spoke to her first before handing off the phone to Mary. She was told to be smart and that the chauffeur would come for her at 9 the next morning.

Up in his flat, Mary stripped out of her wet dress and began to unpin her hair. Pieces of it fell in wet curls onto her shoulders.

Steve nodded, agreeing promptly to Mary's request. On the phone, Martha actually sounded to him more relieved than suspicious, and he had a feeling that she was probably worried about where Mary was and whether or not she was safe. He could at least reassure her that Mary would be perfectly safe there, and that if the storm let up before it got too late he'd make sure to take her home.

Not that he held out much hope for that. And granted, Steve had often expressed how much he'd love for Mary to spend the night with him, but he'd never want it to be under circumstances such as these.

As she started taking off her wet clothes, Steve started peeling off his own layers, kicking off his boots near the door before walking towards his bedroom. "I'll get you something dry you can wear." It wouldn't be at all similar to her clothes, but it would do while they could hang their clothes to dry during the night.

Mary nodded before using a towel to dry her hair a bit. With a sigh, she reached behind her to untie her corset. If they were here for the night, she wanted to be comfortable. Once the laces were loose enough, Mary pulled the corset up and over her head.

She met Steve in his bedroom, her chest bare, shivering a little from the cold. He handed her one of his shirts, which was of course big on her, though she liked it because it smelled like him. After buttoning it up, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Does this mean I get to spend the night in your bed, Mr. Trevor? How very improper.” Her lips ghosted over his jaw.

He rather liked seeing her in his shirt, actually. Having changed into a dry pair of loose pajama pants and shirt himself, he chuckled at her remark, shrugging lightly. "Well, I'm not gonna lie and say I won't enjoy spending the night with you."

Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, lifting a hand up to brush her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, Mary. I know this isn't ideal to you."

She shook her head a little. “We had a wonderful day today, and now I get to end it in your arms.” Mary was wet and cold, though that wasn’t Steve’s fault. At least this gave them an excuse to spend the night together.

The rain was pouring against his window and the bedroom was dim. Despite the cold, Mary could feel a fire for him ignite in her belly. She pulled from his embrace so that she could sit down on the edge of his bed and unsnap the garters from her wet stockings. Once the stockings and garter belt were off, she carefully slipped her underwear down her legs, leaving her in just his shirt.

Whether or not her intent was to tease him, she certainly had his full attention, his gaze following the path of her stockings and underwear as she guided them down her legs. He stepped closer to her again, just enough to be able to lean down and kiss her on the lips, cupping her face in his hands.

"I should probably go cook us dinner..." he trailed off with a playful hum, eyebrow raised.

Mary looked up at him, her eyes wide with a bit of faux innocence. She had meant to entice, certainly, though not to tease. There was no doubt that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

“May I stay here?” She asked, meaning his bed. She planned on curling up under his covers to keep warm.

"Of course," he nodded, smiling a bit. "We could even eat in bed, if you feel like it. Like a couple of ill-mannered savages."

He was just teasing her now, really. Not that he'd mind either way, but he'd have to go with a very different sort of meal. For now, though, and while neither of them seemed to be too hungry, he just leaned in and took her mouth in a kiss, more present and passionate, his hands sliding down from her face and grabbing her shoulders.

Mary laughed a little before his lips were on hers again. Her mother took breakfast in bed, so the idea wasn’t entirely foreign. She rested her hands on his stomach as they kissed. When they pulled back for air, Mary whispered to him.

“I want to make love all night... I want you to show me if there are other pleasures that I haven’t known yet. I...” Here she paused, her cheeks turning pink. “I-I want to feel your tongue on my most intimate place again... your lips caressing it. Please...”

Her words alone and the thought of his face between her legs had warmed her up considerably. She could feel her nipples tighten against the shirt.

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