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[For Thomas] Changing Seasons

There was no doubt, it had been hard. In the weeks that followed, Anne only got a few fleeting looks at Thomas Wyatt. Every once in a while they were able to steal fleeting kisses of the briefest touch of fingers at banquets. The letters they wrote were far more significant. Poetic verses, promises, sweet words - both were exchanged in equal passion.

But recently, Anne's happiness had taken a drastic drop. Henry had been pressuring her lately, wanting to make his relationship with Anne more public. She had refused, coyly at first, then logically. Her argument had been that, while he was married, it wouldn't do to have them both seen in public together. Henry had agreed at first without question. Recently though, he had started to grow annoyed. This would have been fine, except that Thomas Boleyn was beginning to feel the pressure as well, and was pressuring Anne to accept the king's public advances.

What else could she do? As the days grew darker, Anne turned to the only person she could trust without question: Thomas.

Anne wrote a letter, quickly and carefully when she finally had a free moment:

Dearest Poet:

Would that I could write of my fondness for you now; to tell you, as I often have these past days, that it is you that I love more than any. Alas, today I write to you with the gravest matter - The Lion seeks to show off his prize to the jackals that surround him. To show that the falcon is his, and belongs to no other.

What shall the falcon do, dear heart? You know well of the others that surround it, and the dangers the falcon faces should it refuse The Lion - though it wants nothing more than to do so.

I hope, dearest love, that you and your most brilliant mind are able to manifest some solution.

Until then, Poet, as always you have my heart, and my happiness lies with you alone.

Sincerest love,
~Brunet

Hopefully, Thomas's crafty mind would identify the new characters she developed to avoid dropping names. The Falcon, herself; The Lion, the king. What could she do? What should she do?

Slipping out of her chamber, folded letter in hand, Anne stepped down to their designated spot. No guards, no prying eyes in sight. Still, Anne kept the letter in her sleeve until she reached the left urn. Pretending to drop a bracelet, Anne dipped down to retrieve it, slipping the letter into the urn swiftly in the time it took to grab the bracelet and stand up. She continued on without a word.

Hopefully, Thomas could reply to her soon.

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Anne's attention on the game completely faded. It had indeed been far too long, as he'd said. Anne found herself picturing the last time they'd been together - thunder and lightning crashing outside while they'd moaned out their pleasure. For a moment Anne faltered, remembering his hands at her breasts and his quill at her back. But she soon snapped out of her reverie and discarded - a Jack, no less.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze as he spoke. Anne's chest heaved up and down rapidly. The turn completed, she revealed her hand - not the best play of her gambling career.

Anne nodded slowly, agreeing with his suggestion. For another moment she was lost to her daydreaming, imagining the drag of his fingers over her skin as he undressed her.

"I hope you'll forgive my impatience, I don't think I can last five more hands," her voice was low. "I'll surrender to you this time...though of course, regarding our other game, it will hardly be the last time I do so..."

With that she rose, abandoning her cards, taking a long drink from her cup and bowing her head to him.

"I eagerly await our next game, and I shall give it my all, be sure of that," Anne smiled teasingly as she started out of the room.

Down the hall she went, a brief glance revealed she was alone, and she ducked into Thomas's room and waited impatiently.

A Jack and the Queen? That thought almost stopped Wyatt but he pushed his doubts aside, especially as she talked about surrendering to him. In his mind, he had surrendered to her a long time ago. He was careful not to let his eyes wander but Anne's heavy breathing was evident even when not looking directly at her bosom.

"Impatience can be a virtue...," he tried some feeble explanation for the burning they both felt in their bodies. "Good night," he added, raising slightly from his chair as Anne left the room.

Wyatt exhaled. Then he finished his drink. He didn't want Anne to wait unnecessarily, but he had to give her some time to get to his room without anyone noticing. He got up slowly, shrugging his shoulders. George was occupied with his lady friend, Mary nowhere to be seen. Nobody important would miss him, so Wyatt saw it fit to leave.

He didn't bother knocking on the door to let Anne know he was coming. That would have been suspicious behaviour, it was his room after all. He simply slipped inside and sought out for her with the intention of enveloping her into a warm embrace.

She wasn't waiting long, still every second felt like an agonizing hour. How was she to last without his touch? Without his embrace? Without his kiss? Luckily, she didn't have to wonder. Anne only just barely gave Thomas the moment to shut the door behind him before she readily opened herself to his embrace. Both arms were around his neck with her body flush against his. God, had it really only been a few hours since he'd held her?

But an embrace alone wouldn't satisfy her. Anne tipped her head back slightly to feverishly press her lips against his. Her tongue wasted no time chasing the taste of wine on his mouth, as if she hadn't drank enough herself.

Normally there were witty phrases and soft promises at this point, but Anne had not patience enough for that now. She was burning, crushed beneath the weight of her skirts as though they were made of mortar. Already her fingers impatiently slid down his chest to his doublet, shaking as they moved the clasps undone.

This showed her desperate need, but the soft moaning likely proved it further. Anne broke slowly from his mouth and trailed kisses to his jaw and further to his earlobe.

"Thomas..." she'd been waiting for so long. Too long.

He muttered something unintelligible into her hair before she moved her lovely mouth against his and made the world spin around. Holding Anne's face as they kissed, Wyatt walked them further into the tiny room, to stand near the foot of the bed.

He smiled into the kiss as Anne's nimble fingers worked on those clasps. Meanwhile his own hands found the ties to her skirts. He tugged them loose impatiently, only stopping enough to allow her to slide the doublet down his arms and let it fall onto the floor.

Wyatt closed his eyes, moaning in response, and tilted his head in the direction she wanted at first, but then leaned forward to press hot kisses across her bare shoulders. With a needy sigh he dropped down on his knees. Anne could take support on his shoulders as he proceeded to lift her feet up one at a time in order to remove her shoes. He then slid his hands under her skirt and caressed the backs of her legs all the way up until he could squeeze her backside.

Bringing his hands back out in the open and wrapping them around Anne's hips, Wyatt pressed the side of his face against the hard of her bodice. Then he pushed her skirt and farthingale down to her feet and rose up again.

((ooc: I got so stuck in this tag for not wanting to assume what she was wearing (didn't know what you had in mind; a dress or a skirt + bodice) but I hope the latter is ok. It just fit my purposes better.))

Edited (sorry, needed to add a bit) 2014-10-29 00:59 (UTC)

Being naked and ready for him that first time in London had been fun. It had been wonderful. But clothed as she was now, to allow Thomas to undress her himself was so much better. Especially how he was going about it. When he dropped so suddenly to his knees and lifted her first foot Anne actually stumbled a little and gripped his shoulders a bit tighter than she would have had she been prepared. But her grip loosened when she had steadied and he moved on to the other foot - free of her shoes at least.

Oh, but his touch at her thighs...that had her nails gripping the fabric of his undershirt. Anne's head tipped back a bit and a soft moan escaped her as his fingers traveled higher. But then they were gone again - out from under her skirts and back at her hips. With his face pressed so flush against her, Anne couldn't help the smile on her face as she pushed her fingers through his hair.

Once he was back up again, Anne lifted one foot first, then the other to nudge her discarded clothes out of the way. She kept her lips just slightly away from Thomas for the moment, instead locking her gaze with his while her fingers trailed down, finding the hem of his trousers. One hand slid lower still and gave the most fleeting touch to his bulge. Her usual fox-like self wanted to tease him further, while her burning self wanted nothing more than to have him pin her down to the bed.

As if to satisfy both quarreling sides, Anne leaned up again to kiss him hard. Her lips slightly parted with just the tip of her tongue flicking against his lower lip.

Her fingers in the meanwhile tugged and teased at his trousers, pulling the laces loose slowly, as if the kiss were distracting her.

((ooc: That's absolutely fine! Seems like there would be more layers than usual anyway considering it's a special occasion!))

There was no way he could have prevented his body reacting to her, no matter how fleeting a touch. In fact, when they were alone in this way, her mere presence got him hard. Wyatt pulled his shirt from under his trousers but was stopped from taking it all off by her intense gaze.

"You like that, eh?" he chuckled when Anne's hand brushed against his groin, as if it was by accident. As if. He looked down and smiled, and then they were back to kissing. Keeping their bodies at a small distance except from lips firmly connected, she was able to untie his trousers while he reached behind her back to get to the corset strings. He moved his hips under her touch.

"I like that," he gasped, answering his own question a little late as well as a little breathless. He absolutely loved her for being so forward. Everything was so much easier when he didn't have to pretend this was something other than it was. But despite of the urgency he felt in every inch of his body, he wasn't going to make love to her with his boots on and his trousers dropped to his knees like it had happened at the night of the masquarade. Lovely memory it was and all, but not how he wanted to be intimate with her.

After getting those laces undone, Wyatt pulled off her bodice, then brought her hands to the hem of his shirt and lifted up his arms. "I undress you and you undress me."

The twitch of her lips into a smirk should have been proof enough that she liked it. But really, there should have been no question in the first place. Her immediate urge when he started kissing her again was to press her body against his, but he kept them apart just slightly. Anne couldn't help it though when her back arched as his fingers worked at the strings of her corset. Her quick and nimble fingers did indeed fumble and tug at the laces of his trousers. She was only too eager to be rid of them.

Thomas finished with her corset before she was completely done with his trousers, thus they didn't fall, and he demanded the attention of her fingers elsewhere. She tilted a brow at him as he issued the direction. But she obeyed, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Of course she couldn't keep it as simple as that. As the fabric dragged up his body, Anne leaned hers against him. Then as his shirt cleared over his head she brought her lips up to press against his neck, his chin, then pause at his lips.

"As if I needed instruction," her eyes lit mischievously at that. Really though, he should know her better - when Anne wanted something, she pursued it wholeheartedly.

Her lips pressed more fully against his as she finished with the ties of his trousers, finally loosening them completely and letting them fall. She pushed down his linen undergarment as well. But of course there were his boots to deal with.

Naturally, Anne had a plan.

"You'd best lean against the bedpost," she whispered. Then slowly she knelt down, waited for him to obey her suggestion before her fingers wrapped around the ankle of his boot. As she began to lift his foot slightly to pull the boot off, Anne leaned forward and teased her tongue against the underside of his length. All the while she didn't break eye contact with Thomas.

With his shirt gone, he was all too happy to have Anne pressed against his bare skin. His hands roamed along her arms and sides, and gently groped her rear. He couldn't get enough of touching it. Women wore low-cut dresses and displayed their breasts every day. Wyatt was more captivated with what was hidden, whether it was of physical kind or a mental one.

As Anne pushed down his trousers and knelt in front of him, a smile broke across his face. He supported himself against the frame of the bed, one hand behind the bedpost, the other ghosting over her cheek.

"God, Anne-." He was not ready for that. All the muscles in his abdomen rippled as her warm tongue wetted his cock. And having her look up at the same time... He closed his fist with a handful of her hair, still smiling.

Probably losing half of his remaining dignity Wyatt hopped to the side after Anne had removed his left boot. It certainly wasn't the easiest to try to lift up a leg while his trousers were at his knees. Sitting on the bed and leaning back on his arms worked much better. He squirmed a bit, helping to shed the rest of his clothes.

"Come here." Wyatt pulled Anne close, hungry for her kisses. Moving his hands under her butt, he lifted Anne onto his lap.

Anne couldn't have been more pleased. That reaction out of Thomas, his grip on her hair, Anne loved it. Still, as he settled against the bed, fidgeting and squirming to get his clothes off, Anne couldn't help giggling. She loved this, his captivated stare and the way he touched her. Anne could live forever on his gaze and touch alone.

As he pulled her up Anne smiled. She settled easily in his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. Anne's fingers fluttered up his chest, along his neck and through his hair.

"Like that did you?" Anne whispered softly. "Dear Thomas, surely you already knew that I have a talented tongue?"

She leaned in, dragging her lips along his throat, running the very tip of her tongue along his pulse. Anne gave a slight roll of her hips, feeling his hardness and sighing out loud. Anne wanted this to last forever; she always wanted this to last.

"And what else do you like, my love?" Anne whispered, pressing her forehead against his and looking into his eyes. "What else would you like of your Brunet?"

Edited (god dammit autocorrect!!) 2014-10-31 01:46 (UTC)

"Mmm... don't I ever," he referred to the question of her tongue. She was kind enough to demonstrate the talent on-site, making him hum in pleasure. Wyatt's fingertips danced up and down along her spine.

As she rubbed against his arousal, his breathing got more rapid. Yes, yes, he did love that! It ought to be evident by the way his legs twitched underneath her. Eyes fluttering, for she was so near, he tilted his head to steal a wet little kiss. "You know I love anything and everything you're willing to grant me."

Wyatt leaned backwards to lie on the bed, pulling Anne along him. "I love... this." He loved all of this; the anticipation of lovemaking as much as the act itself.

His legs hung over the edge of the bed still. In order to get them more towards the middle of the bed, Wyatt lifted up his knees and somehow managed to buck backwards with Anne on top of him. He pushed away from the bedframe with his legs. Then he flipped her over.

"I apologize for not secuding you properly," he muttered before leaning in for a kiss while his fingers sank into her hair.

Anne leaned into him, letting him pull her back as he lied against the bed. Had he voiced the opinion, she would have agreed completely that the anticipation was just as good as lovemaking, or even made it that much better. As he flipped her over Anne couldn't help giggling and eagerly kissing him back. The feeling of his fingers running through her hair was heaven.

The suggestion that he hadn't properly seduced her was utter silliness to Anne.

"Not seducing me properly? I couldn't get through a single hand of Cent for wanting you, Thomas," she sighed as she trailed her fingers between them, along his abdomen and pausing at his hips.

Anne nudged his cheek with her nose to kiss his jaw. She trailed those kisses up along the line of his jaw to his ear, her breath hot against his skin while she sucked at his earlobe.

"What would you have done differently?" She whispered.

Wyatt closed his eyes, letting her kiss him anywhere she wanted. She knew exactly what pleased him, what made him sigh and moan. She really was the one seducing while he held little control over himself. His head tipped down between her neck and shoulder as he quietly replied.

"I would have gone riding with you. I would have walked you to our tree and kissed you underneath it. I would have found the last rose in the frost-covered bushes and brought it to you despite of thorns." Wyatt kissed her softly.

"I should have. I did nought, but you're here."

He shifted to a better position between her legs, still restraining himself though his cock was pushing against her opening. Then he looked up with a lopsided smile.

"Your looks so often cast,
Your eyes so friendly rolled,
Your sight fixed so fast,
Always one to behold;"

He kissed her with more intention this time.

"Though hide it fain ye would,
It plainly doth declare
Who had your heart in hold,
And where good will ye bear."

Because he should have read her a poem before they ended up in bed, this was his way to make up for it.

Wyatt manouvered himself slowly into her, keeping eyecontact. He pushed their hips together and paused, wanting to savor the moment, the look on her face. "Anne...," he whispered before resuming to move again.

Anne's body moved, in sync with his as Thomas adjusted his position. Her dark eyes glanced to meet his gaze. She wanted to see his eyes as he spoke to her, as he read the poem to her. His words, his voice, always calmed her so. Entranced her. Thomas had her absolute attention when he spoke those words. She was so focused in fact that when he leaned in to kiss her, Anne started a bit, surprised. But she quickly returned the kiss, equally passionate and deep.

It didn't matter when he read her a poem - so long as he read her one. Which he had.

As he pulled away and kept her gaze, Anne could feel the movement of his hips. She knew what was coming, had been so anxious for it. Her thighs tensed and gently squeezed his hips as he slipped inside. With every inch that slid into her, Anne's back arched and her head tipped back, a soft moan escaping her. Anne's lips formed a perfect 'o' shape and her eyes fluttered, almost closed, but not quite.

"T...Thomas..." she moaned as her body relaxed again, feeling him move inside her.

Feeling more complete than she'd felt in the longest time. Anne leaned up to seize his lips again in a deep kiss while her arms wrapped around his neck.

The surroundings faded, made no matter anymore. They could be in Hever, or Allington, or in any palace in London. Or under their tree. As long as he had her in his arms, the location ceased to be of any meaning.

Wyatt supported himself on his elbows; close enough to kiss her, but keeping an angle that gave some force to his thrusts. Yet he was gentle to start with, remembering the first time - the only time - they had been in her bed. Thought of that nearly made his eyes burn.

"Anne... you have... my heart in hold."

But then he became more demanding in his movements and more urgent with his kisses. He grunted, his breathing coming in very short rasps. His hand went under her waist and lifted her up a bit- God that felt good... He moaned harder.

Anne let him set his pace and rocked her own hips to match it. Her hips lifted at the insistence of his hand as it slipped beneath her. She lost herself in sensation; feeling his hair and skin beneath her fingers, the chill of the air on her skin compared to the heat generated between them. Christening another room in Hever Castle with their lust, marking it as their own if only in their memories - but memories were so powerful for them, and gave them strength to get through the harder times they were forced to endure.

Again her eyes sought for his as he spoke. Her forehead pressed against his, as did her chest as she rolled up to meet him.

"And you, my love...you have mine...always."

She returned each and every kiss, each one more heated and desperate than the last. Anne's chest heaved up and down as her own breathing grew ragged. Each thrust into her coaxes another moan and sigh from her.

"So good...you feel so good, Thomas," Anne moaned. "I am...I'm all yours, my love. Only yours."

Surely no other man could make her feel this way. No other man could be this good. No - God intended for her to be with Thomas, even if it wasn't in the conventional sense.

"And I'm yours. We're... meant to be together." Of course. They fit together perfectly, in body, soul and mind. He has been besotted ever since he saw her making an appearance at court a year ago. And after all that had happened in the past few months Wyatt was now convinced that they could work out any disagreements thrown in their way.

He loved feeling her slender little fingers brushing through his hair or wrapped around his neck. He loved every sound she made for him, in bed and out of it. He closed his eyes and let the emotions wash over him as he moved on top of her. His hand left her waist and traveled upwards to close over her breast. He kneaded the soft swell of hers, kissing Anne all the while, tongues playing.

But as always, he had to be careful not to continue too long. Wyatt slowed down his movements and after a few more deep thrusts, had to yield to drawing out of her. "I'm sorry, we mustn't... I can't." It was disappointing, but they were used to this. He moved slightly to her side and sighed.

Yet his hands need not be idle. Wyatt caressed her belly and let his hand reach lower. "Do you want me to continue?" With his fingers, that was.

"We are!" Anne exclaimed her agreement. She agreed whole-heartedly. Something would happen soon, she knew it - they would be together, they were meant for more than this, and they would have it. Somehow, some way.

The press of his hand at her breast, the taste of his tongue, it all combined to make her mind swim and grow lost in the haze of lust that surrounded her. His rhythm and the depth of his thrusts made her cry out, so close to her climax and yet...

...as always, he had to pull out before he released inside her. Each time it happened Anne almost told him to just do it; if she became pregnant that was one way out of her current predicament with Henry - even if it wasn't the best option. But, she knew it couldn't be so. Anne simply whined when he slipped out, and nodded slowly when he spoke.

Feeling his fingers slip down her belly, Anne glanced to him and turned a bit to let her own hand slide along his chest, tracing invisible patterns over his skin.

"If you let me please you as well, yes," she whispered. Anne was hardly what one would call 'selfish' in the bedroom. Especially not with Thomas. She wanted him to enjoy himself just as much as she did. She had deft fingers and a sweet mouth with which she was prepared and anxious to please him.

Anne didn't want to leave him, not so soon - well, not ever, really. But the entire night was at their disposal, and she knew he would likely leave in the morning. And considering how long she'd waited for this night...no, Anne was not about to let it end this soon.

Her enthusiastic remark warmed his heart. He was already aware of her feelings, of course, but it didn't hurt to be assured of the fact. The comment about pleasing him brought a smile on his lips.

"Only in that case?" His hand made a quick trip down to between her legs, brushing teasingly. He knew he had interrupted the act at the worst time. "I dare not tell you nay, my love, but nor will I expect any such favours of you."

But should she choose to do that, Wyatt settled on his side so that she could easily reach him. He stroked her hips and backside before lifting her leg over his. His other hand held Anne's chin lightly, a thumb over her bottom lip. She still felt wet as Wyatt slid one finger inside of her and glided it in a rhythm that would hopefully give her the climax that he otherwise couldn't give her.

Anne settled nearer, moaning softly as he touched her and moved her leg over his. Feeling of his fingers sliding into her made Anne moan a bit louder. Her hips moved along with his rhythm, wanting him in deeper. But she wasn't about to be the only one being pleased in this bed. Her hand slid down his chest and lower, dragging just her fingertips along his skin towards his core.

Those same fingers wasted no time finding his length, and squeezing it gently. Anne had neither the patience nor the control to start slowly. Her fingers trailed up and down quickly along his length, matching his rhythm as he fingered her.

She couldn't keep quiet, sighing and moaning as he brought her on the cusp of her orgasm. Her dark eyes looked up to keep his gaze as he took her chin. She sighed softly at the touch of his thumb at her lip. Instinctively her lips parted.

"Thomas..." She whispered, her hips never faltering as she moved feverishly with him, so close, and closer still.

Wyatt gasped at the intensity of her touch, and that gasp was followed with a look on his face that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure pleasure. He pressed his eyes closed for a moment as another finger went inside of her, to better satisfy her. The way she moved within his touch- God it nearly killed him.

"You feel so good. You're so-," he swallowed, panting. His eyes, half-lid, then fixated on her mouth and he shifted to press his lips to her lips. All their motions seemed to blend and fuse into one single heated flow and he wasn't sure what part of him was touching what part of her.

He snapped out of that reverie when Anne called his name, realizing just how forcefully his fingers were delving into her. "Am I hurting you?", he asked, worried, though if he were, surely she'd not hesitate to tell him so or push him away.

Edited 2014-11-06 10:19 (UTC)

The addition of a second finger made Anne sigh out in pleasure. Her fingers continued their movements along his length, squeezing gently at the base and letting her fingers brush fleetingly against his tip, then repeating the process over and over getting steadily faster with each pass. Anne tilted her head into his kiss, the heat and passion of it overwhelming her in an instant. All she could do was feel, it was as if he'd never slipped out at all.

Except when he pulled back with that worried tone in his voice. She would be grateful and happy for his concern for her later, but now it only coaxed a low whine from her throat. Anne kept her lips close to his, desperate for another deep kiss.

"No! No, no...not hurting me - Thomas don't stop, please-!" She was practically begging him. As her fingers continued moving Anne's body pressed more insistently against his. She crashed her lips against his again, demanding that kiss, moaning into it as her climax loomed.

His hesitation didn't last long. Couldn't last long, when she so adamantly pleaded him to continue.

"I'm not, Anne... not stopping," his words confirming the action. She felt incredible to him as his fingers teased her, her hot body next to his. Wyatt welcomed that wild, hungry kiss; just as eager as she was.

And what she was doing was incredible, too. At times like these she could make him forget that their lovemaking had conditions. It couldn't take place whenever they wanted or however long they wanted but when it happened, all doubts were wiped away.

This was their right.

Wyatt grunted. He moaned, hips twitching. Anne's finger swept across the tip of his cock once more and that was the last incentive he needed. With no reason to hold back, Wyatt got his release.

"My Anne... your turn," he whispered, turning his full attention to giving her pleasure then.

All the restrictions, all the perils that surrounded them; wives, prospective husbands, possessive fathers, all forgotten. All that mattered, all that was important was between them now. Heat and passion and perfection.

When she felt his release and the heat at her fingers, Anne smiled and moaned out while his fingers continued to pleasure her.

"Yes, ooh yes Thomas-!" Anne's own hips rocked and kept pace with his fingers. Her walls throbbed and squeezed around his digits before she finally joined him in climaxing. Hard, hot, and wet - and with no quiet call of his name.

Anne curled against him then, burying her face into his neck and mumbling all manner of French sweetness to him.

If only this warmth, this perfection could last for eternity.

"My Anne," he repeated, closing the gap between them by wrapping himself protectively around Anne as she lied partly over him. Wyatt's chest heaved and his breating was heavy; it was the most satisfying sensation.

"You're amazing," he said after a while, playing idly with her hair and twisting it around his fingers. "How is it that you're so amazing?" Though it wasn't a question that needed to be answered.

Reaching for her chin, Wyatt tipped Anne's head up to kiss her softly. "Can you stay like last night? Say yes. Say yes and we'll slip under the covers and keep each others warm."

Anne breathed heavily, catching her breath while she pressed against him. Her face buried against his neck to take in his scent. It felt so good to have him hold her. Anne's entire body still tingled in pleasure.

"Because you're so amazing," Anne whispered. "For every man, God makes a woman that is matched to him. I am amazing because you are as well."

She tipped her head up to kiss him back. This just felt so right, there was no other place in the world that she was meant to be rather than in his arms.

"I'll stay - I'd be miserable if I went back to my bed now," Anne kissed him again. "I love you."

It amazed her again, the thought that she had denied him, denied the happiness he brought her. Anne was convinced: If he hadn't come to her masquerade that night, she would have died long ago.

[For Thomas] Changing Seasons

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