While I'm waiting to hear back from my beta in regards to one of my ongoing stories, I thought I could post this little silly thing that has been sitting on my hard drive for a few months. It was initially meant to be my submission for the 2012 Little Het Bang, but I did not reach 10,000 words in time, so I opted for another story instead.
This is silliness and fluff mixed with some naughtiness and family complications.
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Title: When in Rome…
Author: Athena
Summary: Mary and Matthew have been married for several years. When receiving an invitation to a Costume Ball, Mary gets inspired to try some intimate changes, something which has Matthew quite worried. Even though straight razors were involved, no naughty bits were harmed! (Silliness, naughtiness and nosy family members).
Rating: Mature/Explicit (for making babies kind of stuff)
Spoiler: um, well – they are married! So I guess all episodes, including the Christmas Episode.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just giving these lovely characters a little fun time, sometime in their future.
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Special thank you to the lovely Tambear for catching missing commas, odd grammar and offering excellent suggestions & advice!
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WHEN IN ROME…
Chapter One – Bare Bits
"Oh God, please Matthew stop!"
Mary was laughing so hard she was shaking. Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes at her.
"Can you please hold still? This is a delicate task you know?"
She took a deep breath and then burst out laughing again as their eyes met. She was in a very unladylike position on a soft towel on the floor in their bathroom. Matthew was kneeling between her legs with a shaving brush in his hand and a scowl on his face.
"It tickles," she finally gasped and took another deep breath. "Can you try to hurry up?"
"Hurry up?" he exclaimed. "That's not advisable when using this," he said and held up his straight razor.
True, true," she agreed.
"You simply must be still, Mary. I am really afraid of hurting you."
She nodded and watched as he moved closer to her womanhood. They had been invited to a Greek and Roman costume party and Mary had decided that they were to dress as Roman nobility. Matthew would be wearing the rank of a senator and she would be his wife, a Roman noble woman. She smiled as she thought of the beautiful dress she had commissioned for the occasion.
"Matthew!" she hissed as his fingers lightly brushed over her folds.
"I have to touch you in order to do this," he sighed. "Now hold still."
"I'm on my back on the floor with my husband between my legs holding a knife. I think holding still is pretty much all I can do," she huffed playfully.
"I still think that this was a silly idea. No one will know."
"I will know."
"Righty-ho then," he said and took a deep breath before sliding the knife over her womanhood, removing the hair.
Mary gasped and bit down hard on her lip. He looked up at her with concern. She nodded and he continued. When finally done, he patted the skin dry with a towel and just stared down at her.
"Everything all right?" she asked and a perfect eyebrow inched up.
"You just look… different," he said, still staring at her.
She reached down and ran her hand over her shaved sex and gasped. "It's so smooth."
"You should rinse off, darling."
She nodded and gratefully accepted his hand as he helped her up. Turning her back at him she eased into the tub sighing happily as the warm water engulfed her. Glancing at Matthew who was now sitting on the toilet seat she chuckled. The look on his face was one of horror mixed with determination.
"Are you having second thoughts, darling?"
"Whose brilliant idea was this anyway?" he muttered as he carefully ran the knife over his lathered up crotch.
"You know why," she said and rolled her eyes.
"My wife wants to do things properly, I know. The Romans did not like hair so they shaved it off," he repeated her words of earlier. "Still, I do. I think your womanhood is beautiful as is. The hair feels good, you know."
Mary blushed at his last words. "Perhaps this will feel good too?" she said in a soft voice.
Matthew nodded and wiped the knife before continuing his delicate task. When finally completely ridden of any hair he looked down at his crotch and sighed.
"I look like a boy," he muttered.
"You are a boy, darling."
He shot her a dark look. "That's not what I meant. I look like a boy who has yet to grow hair."
Mary raised her eyebrows and gestured to his manhood. "I highly doubt that you looked quite like that as a boy."
Matthew blushed and quickly got up to clean the knife and brush. Mary chuckled behind him and splashed a little water in his direction.
"Stop it," he muttered.
"Then come and join me. You need to wash too."
He turned and faced his wife who was leisurely soaking in the tub. Mary's hair was pinned up to avoid getting it wet, but a few little tendrils had escaped and clung to her damp skin. He gently brushed a dark lock away from her neck and knelt next to the tub so he could place a kiss there. She hummed her approval and he felt her warm wet hand stroke down his neck and over his shoulder.
"God Mary," he whispered.
They looked at each other and smiled. Their past had been filled with so much drama and tears, but eventually they had found their happiness. Matthew stroked her cheek and kissed her softly. He could not believe that they had been married for almost eight years. It still felt as if it was only yesterday when he pledged his life to her in front of their families and guests. Two small beds and a crib in the nursery of course confirmed that it had actually been a few years since their wedding.
"Join me, darling."
He sank into the water, facing her, his legs bent over hers. She smiled and inched closer to him until she could wrap her arms around his neck. He hummed his approval when her soft lips brushed over his.
"I am so pleased that you went with the larger tub, Mrs. Crawley," he drawled and nipped on her lower lip.
Mary giggled and her dark eyes met his. "You know it was not for your pleasure, Matthew. It was for the boys."
He nodded but a smile played on his lips. "True, but I still enjoy it. To share a bath with you in the old one was quite challenging."
She laughed and nodded, remembering them splashing water all over the floor to the extent that Carson had been forced to have a stern talk with Matthew about the danger to the house if they kept flooding the bathroom.
Mary reached for the soap and lathered her hands up good. Washing Matthew was one of her little pleasures that she was not allowed to indulge in very often. Sliding her soapy hands over his shoulders and chest she hummed a little tune. When he chuckled she looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.
"You have something to say, Mr. Crawley?" she drawled.
"Only that I enjoy having my wife wash me. If looking like a boy will end with me getting bathed, then I will happily indulge your request from now on."
She gently swatted at his shoulder and he laughed as he caught her hand. He interlaced his fingers with her soapy ones and pulled her closer so he could kiss her. A moment later his eyes widened as her other hand had found its way lower and was now sliding over his bare bits.
"Mmm, you feel nice," she purred. "Stand up."
"What?" He looked at her in confusion.
"Stand up. I want to see you."
Matthew grabbed the sides of the tub and pushed up until he was standing. The water splashed, dangerously close to the edge. He looked down at her and gaped when she reached for him with her soapy hands.
"Good God, Mary!" he gasped.
"You're so smooth," she whispered, slightly awed.
Matthew nodded and watched her slide her soapy hands over him. It did feel different to be bare and he had to admit that he liked it. He groaned when she tightened her grip a little as she slid her hand over him.
"Mary, please," he gasped.
She let go of him and stood up. Stepping closer to him she kissed him and he sighed when he felt her nipples rub against his chest.
"Perhaps you will make sure that I washed off all the soap? I am after all not used to shaving," she whispered in his ear.
He pulled back and held her gaze as he moved his hands over her warm, wet body. Sliding his hand between her legs his eyes widened at the feeling of her smooth sex.
"Bloody hell, you feel good."
Mary laughed and her hand on his shoulder tightened a little as his fingers moved over her folds. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"It feels nice."
"You feel amazing," he agreed.
An image of him kissing and sucking on her folds flashed before his eyes and he felt a response so intense he bucked against her.
"Mama!"
They both froze at the banging on the door, followed by a loud young voice from the other side.
"Mama is in the bath, darling," Mary said and smiled at Matthew.
"Daniel is being mean."
"Tell him to stop this instant, or he will feel the rod."
"Mary!" Matthew hissed.
"You know it is an empty threat," she said in a hushed whisper.
"He says I'm too little to play with his train," four year old Robert whined on the other side of the door.
"The train is not his," Matthew corrected his son. "It was given to the both of you from your Grandpapa."
"Papa?"
Matthew closed his eyes and groaned. They tried to not be obvious with intimacy in front of the children.
"Mama and Papa have an event this evening. Remember?"
"Oh yes," the little boy sighed.
Mary grinned as she could envision the look on her son's face and his slumped shoulders. Of the two, Robert was the more thoughtful and emotional one. He loved to cuddle with one of his parents by the fireplace reading a story, whereas his older brother preferred to act the story out with grand gestures and pretend sword fights, often with Mrs. Bird's strainer on his head, a pot lid as shield and wielding his little wood sword that Albert, the new footman had made for him.
"Now why don't you run downstairs to the kitchen? I think Mrs. Bird is making cookies."
"Honest?"
Mary bit her lip at the eagerness in her son's voice.
"I believe so," Matthew confirmed.
The sound of little feet running on the stairs confirmed their son's departure. Alone again they looked at each other and laughed.
Mary stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. She sighed and leaned back when Matthew came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"I never thought that I could be this happy," she whispered.
He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her. They jumped when there was another knock on the door.
"Lady Mary?"
It was the children's nanny. Mary let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, Miss Jones?"
"I am taking Master Daniel and Master Robert up to the big house. Lord Grantham requested them for a game of croquet and to stay for tea afterwards. I'll bring Miss Lizzie too. I hope that is all right?"
"That sounds lovely," Mary confirmed. "Mr. Crawley and I need to get ready for tonight so having the children out of the house for a while would be very good. Please bring them back before we leave so we can say good night to them."
"Of course, milady."
"Thank you."
Alone again, Mary shivered and turned in Matthew's arms. He wrapped the towel around her and started to dry her off. It was one of those mundane tasks that he took a lot of pleasure from. Once dry he held her robe for her and watched her tie it around her as he quickly toweled himself dry. When presentable again, they left the bathroom and hurried to their bedroom.
~ O ~
Matthew closed the door behind him and smiled at his wife. He took a step closer to her and arched an eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Do you want to find out?"
"Find out what, darling?" she drawled and ran her hands over his shoulders.
"If it feels any different," he whispered against her lips.
"Matthew, it's the middle of the day."
"What in the world does that have to do with anything? The children are not here and Mrs. Bird is in the kitchen. Anna will not be back for another hour or so."
Mary thought about it. Matthew was right. They were basically alone in the house. Her body tingled at the thought of making love to him. The last couple of days had been busy and their alone time had suffered accordingly. She slipped her hands inside his robe and pushed it open.
"Perhaps I can be talked into it?"
Matthew laughed and wrapped his arms around her, swinging her around. She squealed a little as the two tumbled down on the bed together. She cupped his face and kissed him.
"Mmm, Lady Mary, your kisses are addictive."
"Is that so?" she purred. "I guess that after all this time it must be true."
Matthew grinned and made quick work with their robes. Leaning on his elbow he stroked over her body. She really did look very different without any hair. Easing her legs apart he looked closer at her womanhood. He gently touched her, discovering her anew, feeling her slick essence coat his fingers.
"Oh dear," he said with a chuckle and playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
Mary grinned. She loved the fact that Matthew enjoyed her passion and delighted in how easily she responded to his touch. She sighed as he stroked over her folds.
"It feels different somehow," she admitted.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on top of her mound, then ran his tongue along the side before taking one of her folds in his mouth, sucking gently. Mary let out a high-pitched whimper in response. He moved to the other side, repeating the caress. She sighed and moaned as his lips and tongue moved over her womanhood.
Matthew could not believe how incredible it was to pleasure her like this. He would never have guessed that ridding her of her beautiful dark tuft of hair would bring them this much enjoyment. He kept licking and sucking, swirling his tongue around her pleasure spot the way he knew would drive her mad with need. And true enough only a few minutes later she was bucking and shaking under him.
"Matthew," she gasped. "I want you inside me."
He shifted on the bed and raised her legs. Easing down he pushed inside her. Even though he missed the tickling feeling of her hair, this new experience was very nice. The fact that he was bare made him feel her folds against his skin, something which he had not quite been prepared for. He grunted and held still for a moment cherishing the feeling. When he opened his eyes she was looking right at him. He smiled at her.
"You feel incredible," he whispered. "I can feel you both inside and outside like never before."
"I really like it," she confessed.
He nodded and eased out of her. They quickly found their rhythm and he could feel his release approach. Easing her legs down from his shoulders he pushed her knees against her chest. He held onto her feet and looked down at where they were joined. The sight of her bare mound and the feel of her as he moved within her did him in and with a loud cry he released inside her.
"Mary!"
She whimpered as his seed spilled inside her, so close to the edge now. Then his fingers were on her and she flew over it. With a series of little cries she squeezed him hard as she spent.
~ O ~
Mary turned in front of the mirror inspecting her dress and Anna's work with her hair. She was very pleased. The dress fell in heavy pleats around her waist and down to the floor. Her feet were clad in soft golden sandals adorned with gemstones. Matthew had bought her a beautiful gold necklace with matching earrings for this particular occasion, and to her surprise also two bracelets that were authentic copies of a pair housed at the British Museum. She smiled at him in the mirror when he stepped up behind her.
"You look beautiful, darling."
"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself, Senator Crawley."
He laughed and pulled her close. They came together in a soft kiss that was only ended by Anna's quiet cough from the door. Mary blushed and stepped away from him.
"The car is here, milady."
"Thank you, Anna."
The maid smiled and then left again. Matthew turned to Mary and kissed her again.
"We have a secret, darling," he whispered.
"And such a delightful one," she purred.
"Perhaps when we return, that we can pick up where we left off?"
"What a splendid idea, Senator Crawley," Mary said and laughed.
He took her hand and led her out of the bedroom and downstairs. As they approached the car she leaned closer to him and whispered softly in his ear.
"Were you aware, darling, that the Romans did not wear undergarments?"
He just stared at her and his eyes ventured down to her bottom as he helped her into the car. She smiled sweetly at him and he cleared his throat and quickly got in next to her. It was going to be a long night.
To be Continued…