Once he initiated it, Mary felt very comfortable continuing the kiss. She pressed her lips harder to his, deepening their kiss. His lips felt perfect against hers and it was truly the first kiss that she really enjoyed. Mary pulled in closer to him, her body resting against his.
The music was still soft and slow, and he kissed her to the same pace, his lips moving gently against hers, coaxing her to return the gesture. He didn't try to deepen the contact, at least not just yet, although he did part his lips and let only the tip of his tongue draw across her lips, humming softly at the taste.
His lips were soft and inviting. The tip of his tongue against her sent a shiver up her spine. Something deep inside of her longed to keep going, to push into him further, but the noise around her reminded her that they were in public. Besides, both of them needed to breathe. Mary very gently pulled back.
"I never knew that a kiss could be like that," she whispered.
He pulled from the kiss slowly, wetting his own lips as if he could capture the remnants of her taste on them. Blinking his eyes open and looking at her, he smiled, his hand moving around her waist and smoothing up her back.
"A kiss can be... even better than that, actually," he answered in a vague but hopefully enticing sort of way. If only to leave her curious about it.
"It can?" she replied, desiring very much to see what that was like. Mary had never felt such a passion before while kissing a man.
They had just about stopped on the dance floor and Mary looked up to realize that they were near the bar. "Would you mind if we got drinks?" she asked. After dancing and kissing him, Mary was a bit thirsty.
"Yes," Steve couldn't help a small smile at that, though he drew to a halt at her question. "Of course we can."
He was feeling a little warm and thirsty himself, so something to drink would be welcome. Still holding her hand, he moved them to the bar, tipping his head in greeting to the barkeep serving drinks. "Beer will do," he asked, then turned to Mary. "And for you?"
"Um.." Mary glanced at Steve and then at the bar, trying to decide what to order. She didn't exactly drink beer. "Gin, perhaps?"
Along with whiskey, gin was her preferred liquor. Mary had just recently acquired a taste. She supposed it had something to do with up until recent prospect of being trapped in a loveless marriage.
Steve didn't expect she'd like beer, so that wasn't particularly surprising. Something along the lines of gin or whiskey, though, that seemed more fitting, so when she ordered her drink, he tipped his head while the barkeep went to serve their drinks.
It didn't take long for their glasses to be set down on the bar in front of them, and Steve picked up his beer, waiting for her to do the same before lifting up the drink for a toast. "To exciting adventures."
She grinned and lifted her glass to him. "Indeed." Mary took a sip. The gin was smooth, fortunately.
"You have made my time in New York so delightful, Steve," she said. Everything seemed so easy with him. Mary felt that she could be herself without being judged and that she didn't have to be so on guard about being proper all the time. Granted, she liked being proper, but it was a difficult thing to have to keep up all of the time. She could relax a bit around Steve.
For a popular and not particularly fancy club, they had surprisingly good alcohol. Steve took a good swig from his beer, humming as he set it back down on the counter.
"I'm glad to know," he smiled, leaning a little into her space. He settled his hand on her back, a light but still present touch. "You've certainly made my days brighter, too." Surviving the war had been great, getting to go back to New York, even if he wouldn't go so far as to call it home. But until he ran into her again, his days hadn't been particularly exciting. Hadn't been much of anything other than dull and a little repetitive, actually.
Mary reached out and placed her hand on top of his. "I think I've always dreamed about meeting a man like you, even if we have technically met before."
It was different then though. Giving him a bath was her trying to be helpful, even if she did steal a few looks at his body. As a young woman who was ultimately curious about a man, she couldn't help it. They had spoken a few more times after that, but the situation was so much different. Here they seemed more like equals. Here she could really get to know him for the man that he was.
"Technically, yes. But you only really got to know me now."
It was for the best, all things considered. There was a war then, a war that Steve was in part convinced would take his life. If she had gotten to know him then like she did now, then there would always be the risk that his loss would be more difficult on her. It would have been more difficult on him too, to grow close to her only to have to give that up.
Felt like a whole new life now, with brand new opportunities, a future he hadn't even dared to consider before. Now, he had the freedom to hope and wish for things he never thought he'd get to have. Smiling at her, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple, lingering for a moment before pulling away again.
"Well, for what it's worth, I do like them," he said, hoping to soothe any concerns Mary might've had. "They've always treated me nicely. Guess I am glad for that much, at least."
They could've easily told him to stay away from Mary. Not that that would've stopped him, though. The only thing that would've gotten Steve to stay away was if Mary herself told him she wanted nothing to do with him.
Perhaps her American relatives knew that Steve would not give up on her. Perhaps they could see the inevitable and they wanted to accept it with as much grace as they could.
"And I've never been as fond of another man as I am of you." Mary took another sip of her gin and then smiled at him. "You've left me with a desire to know what sort of kiss could be better than the one you gave me."
"Well, good. I was sort of hoping for that," he teased a little, winking briefly at her as he took a slow sip from his beer. He licked at his lips as he lowered it again, glancing to the side for a moment as he set his beer down, then shifted in a hint closer to her. "I could always show you, if you want me to."
Her eyes widened a hint and she nodded. "I... I think I do." Mary's pulse began racing again at the idea of having him close to her with his lips on hers again. "Is it... appropriate to do in public?" She wasn't so naive to know that eventually things between would reach a point where they should be done behind closed doors.
"I'm sure we can find a quiet corner somewhere." Not entirely private, granted, but better than out here. Taking a last drink from his beer, he put it away, letting her help herself to her own drink one last time while he paid for both. Seemed a bit of a waste not to finish them, but Steve's mind was elsewhere entirely at this point. They could just grab another drink afterwards, if they wanted to.
Taking hold of her hand, he nudged lightly, waiting to make sure she was ready to follow after him, wherever he went. "Come with me."
Mary finished her gin and then let Steve take her hand. There was a great possibility that she was about to do something slightly untoward in a public place. And yet, because she was with him, it did not bother her so much. No one here was going to judge her. No one knew who she was. The last gulp of gin had given her a shot of confidence.
He hadn't been here too many times before, but he knew the area well enough to know where to find them a more private spot. Not completely private, granted, but it was something of a blind spot, a nook just behind the corridor leading to the bathrooms, yet not within view to anyone walking by unless they strayed from their path considerably. The small decorative plant nearby also helped a little bit.
Steve drew her in closer to him, leaning back against the wall and holding her as he wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to press his lips to hers again.
She was glad of the near privacy at least. How had he found this place? Previous experience? She would rather not think about that.
Mary allowed herself to be pulled in with him, feeling cozy in their little nook. She placed her hands on his chest and once again put her mouth on his.
Old habits, actually. He got far too used to scouting any room he stepped into, studying every corner and escape route, committing it all to memory. He was glad he got to use that knowledge for this, though.
Sliding one hand down to the small of her back, he lifted his other hand up, cupping her face and swiping his thumb down her cheek. Canting his head, he parted his lips again, tongue drawing across her own, though this time trying to get her to open her mouth for him.
Mary made a soft noise against his mouth and then tentatively opened hers, allowing his tongue to come in. She had never kissed a man like this before. The sensation was a bit wet, but also arousing. She could taste the beer on his tongue. Gently, she opened her lips a bit more to encourage him to deepen the kiss.
He moved slowly, almost tentatively, brushing his tongue along the inside of her lips, tracing the row of teeth, before finally pushing into her mouth, seeking out her own tongue. His hand fell from her face, sliding down her neck, thumb trailing over the dip of her throat. He could do it a lot quicker and more intense, but he also didn't want to scare or overwhelm her. It was better he take his time and they take things slowly, at least until he saw how she reacted.
Moving slowly was wonderful and intimate to her. She loved both the taste and feel of his mouth and the way his fingers brushed against her flesh. There was no resistance from her. In fact, Mary slid her tongue back against his, not wanting him to stop. She could feel the rush of pleasure flowing through her body as she continued her motions.
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"I never knew that a kiss could be like that," she whispered.
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"A kiss can be... even better than that, actually," he answered in a vague but hopefully enticing sort of way. If only to leave her curious about it.
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They had just about stopped on the dance floor and Mary looked up to realize that they were near the bar. "Would you mind if we got drinks?" she asked. After dancing and kissing him, Mary was a bit thirsty.
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He was feeling a little warm and thirsty himself, so something to drink would be welcome. Still holding her hand, he moved them to the bar, tipping his head in greeting to the barkeep serving drinks. "Beer will do," he asked, then turned to Mary. "And for you?"
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Along with whiskey, gin was her preferred liquor. Mary had just recently acquired a taste. She supposed it had something to do with up until recent prospect of being trapped in a loveless marriage.
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It didn't take long for their glasses to be set down on the bar in front of them, and Steve picked up his beer, waiting for her to do the same before lifting up the drink for a toast. "To exciting adventures."
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"You have made my time in New York so delightful, Steve," she said. Everything seemed so easy with him. Mary felt that she could be herself without being judged and that she didn't have to be so on guard about being proper all the time. Granted, she liked being proper, but it was a difficult thing to have to keep up all of the time. She could relax a bit around Steve.
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"I'm glad to know," he smiled, leaning a little into her space. He settled his hand on her back, a light but still present touch. "You've certainly made my days brighter, too." Surviving the war had been great, getting to go back to New York, even if he wouldn't go so far as to call it home. But until he ran into her again, his days hadn't been particularly exciting. Hadn't been much of anything other than dull and a little repetitive, actually.
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It was different then though. Giving him a bath was her trying to be helpful, even if she did steal a few looks at his body. As a young woman who was ultimately curious about a man, she couldn't help it. They had spoken a few more times after that, but the situation was so much different. Here they seemed more like equals. Here she could really get to know him for the man that he was.
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It was for the best, all things considered. There was a war then, a war that Steve was in part convinced would take his life. If she had gotten to know him then like she did now, then there would always be the risk that his loss would be more difficult on her. It would have been more difficult on him too, to grow close to her only to have to give that up.
Felt like a whole new life now, with brand new opportunities, a future he hadn't even dared to consider before. Now, he had the freedom to hope and wish for things he never thought he'd get to have. Smiling at her, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple, lingering for a moment before pulling away again.
"I'm glad we get to have more time, now."
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Mary knew they weren't the relations that he would really have to impress, but it was good to at least have that in their favor.
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They could've easily told him to stay away from Mary. Not that that would've stopped him, though. The only thing that would've gotten Steve to stay away was if Mary herself told him she wanted nothing to do with him.
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"And I've never been as fond of another man as I am of you." Mary took another sip of her gin and then smiled at him. "You've left me with a desire to know what sort of kiss could be better than the one you gave me."
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Taking hold of her hand, he nudged lightly, waiting to make sure she was ready to follow after him, wherever he went. "Come with me."
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Steve drew her in closer to him, leaning back against the wall and holding her as he wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to press his lips to hers again.
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Mary allowed herself to be pulled in with him, feeling cozy in their little nook. She placed her hands on his chest and once again put her mouth on his.
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Sliding one hand down to the small of her back, he lifted his other hand up, cupping her face and swiping his thumb down her cheek. Canting his head, he parted his lips again, tongue drawing across her own, though this time trying to get her to open her mouth for him.
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sorry for the delay - phone call
no problem <3
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