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.
Breakfast in bed did sound a lot more appealing, admittedly. Granted, they wouldn't have that much time in the morning, but Steve always was an early riser, and he wouldn't mind waking up a little early if it meant he could indulge in something like that with Mary. God knows they wouldn't have these kinds of opportunities for a while once they made it to England.
His hands slid up to her neck and cupped her jaw as she spoke, his breath hitching slightly at the mere image her words painted in his mind. He licked at his lips, his hands moving down her front, until he could feel her hard nipples against his palms. He rolled his thumbs over them gently, then cupped her breasts in his hands. "If you're not too terribly hungry... we can get started on that right now."
She closed her eyes as he caressed from her neck down to her breasts, a small moan escaping her when he cupped them in his hands, thumbs brushing over hard peaks. “Yes,” she breathed. Her fingers slid under his shirt to touch the warm skin of his stomach. Being here like this with him, knowing they had the whole night ahead of them, had gotten her very excited very quickly.
Mary opened her eyes again and gazed up at him, the rich mahogany brown of hers meeting the sea blue of his. He had taught her not to be ashamed in the bedroom, to ask for what she wanted, even if she was still learning.
It didn't take much to get Steve aroused either, and if her words alone weren't enough, then that moan, paired with the feel of her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of his shirt, would more than do the trick. He let out a low groan of his own, biting lightly at her lower lip, then shifting closer between her legs while his hands moved up to quickly work the buttons of the shirt open.
"Don't take it off," he said softly, once the buttons were all undone, and he parted the fabric aside just enough to expose her bare torso. He liked the sight of her in nothing but his shirt more than he ever thought he would, honestly.
Mary nodded as his request. She kind of liked having it on as well. It was worn and it smelled like him, which made her feel very comfortable
Lifting up the shirt he was wearing, Mary kissed over his stomach while he fingers worked at the buckle to his belt. One that was undone, she pulled it off and unbuttoned his pants. Her lips moved down the light trail of hair on his lower stomach as she pushed his pants and underwear down over his hips.
He wiggled a bit to help her get his clothes down to his feet, toeing off his shoes and kicking both pants and underwear aside. Unsurprisingly, he was already half hard, aroused by her words alone. His fingers found their way into her loose hair, carding gently through it, while waiting to see where Mary was headed with this, and what she wanted to do next.
Her gaze ran over his naked body as he stood before her and she laughed slightly. “You have skinny hips, my love.” Mary hoped that he wouldn’t take that offensively, as it was mostly an observation and not a complaint. It was especially noticible when his cock was hard, because it almost made his proportions seem off. Mary loved his body though. She loved him.
Mary pulled him closer by his skinny hips and kissed his lower abdomen, just above his cock. One hand wrapped around him and began to gently stroke him to full hardness. “Which shall we do first?” She asked. “Your mouth on me or mine on you?”
The comment was a little surprising, though hardly in a bad way. Steve laughed, lips curled into a bright grin. "Do I? That's quite the observation," he hummed, raising an eyebrow, though not too surprised and certainly not embarrassed. Considering his build, she wasn't wrong. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles, and no fat to speak of, particularly on his stomach or around his waist, which only made his hips seem even more narrow.
She made it very difficult for him to not be selfish right now, especially when she offered him that option. It had been his intention to make her feel good first, but now he was loath about not feeling her mouth on him. An idea came to mind, however, even if, admittedly, Steve had never done it before. "We could do both. I mean, at... the same time."
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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."
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“The storm came up rather quickly, didn’t it?” She asked.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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What other option did they have? She didn’t even consider that she might be able to spend the night at Steve’s flat.
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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"I should probably go cook us dinner..." he trailed off with a playful hum, eyebrow raised.
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“May I stay here?” She asked, meaning his bed. She planned on curling up under his covers to keep warm.
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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.
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“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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His hands slid up to her neck and cupped her jaw as she spoke, his breath hitching slightly at the mere image her words painted in his mind. He licked at his lips, his hands moving down her front, until he could feel her hard nipples against his palms. He rolled his thumbs over them gently, then cupped her breasts in his hands. "If you're not too terribly hungry... we can get started on that right now."
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Mary opened her eyes again and gazed up at him, the rich mahogany brown of hers meeting the sea blue of his. He had taught her not to be ashamed in the bedroom, to ask for what she wanted, even if she was still learning.
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"Don't take it off," he said softly, once the buttons were all undone, and he parted the fabric aside just enough to expose her bare torso. He liked the sight of her in nothing but his shirt more than he ever thought he would, honestly.
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Lifting up the shirt he was wearing, Mary kissed over his stomach while he fingers worked at the buckle to his belt. One that was undone, she pulled it off and unbuttoned his pants. Her lips moved down the light trail of hair on his lower stomach as she pushed his pants and underwear down over his hips.
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Mary pulled him closer by his skinny hips and kissed his lower abdomen, just above his cock. One hand wrapped around him and began to gently stroke him to full hardness. “Which shall we do first?” She asked. “Your mouth on me or mine on you?”
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She made it very difficult for him to not be selfish right now, especially when she offered him that option. It had been his intention to make her feel good first, but now he was loath about not feeling her mouth on him. An idea came to mind, however, even if, admittedly, Steve had never done it before. "We could do both. I mean, at... the same time."
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