happyfalcon | [For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat

[For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat

The retreat had gone perfectly so far. It had been reserved at a scenic mountain resort, so outside it was cold but inside was perfectly warm and cozy.

Thomas Boleyn had only attended a few of the scheduled events, leaving Anne and George in charge of the majority of the events. There was a little cocktail party scheduled that evening - by Anne, of course - semi-formal, the men were wearing nice suits while the ladies wore dresses. Anne herself was wearing a black dress with a see-through lace back to show off her slender back. She was sipping champagne as the evening began drawing to a close.

Anne hadn't been openly avoiding Thomas, but she hadn't pursued his company either. She didn't want to tip off her brother or father that they'd been seeing each other. It hadn't been anything heavy or particularly intimate - since they'd met up at the bar that evening they'd gone out on a dinner or two. But they hadn't crossed the sexual line just yet.

Though it was getting more and more difficult to suppress the urges she felt while he was around.

Seeing him tonight in a nice jacket and tie made it even more difficult - Anne had to drink a little more to keep her desire under control. But it was obvious from the dress she wore that she was trying to spark the same desire in him. Anne sipped her champagne for another moment before she spied Thomas in the crowd. After a moments' hesitation she approached him cordially.

"Mr. Wyatt, so good to see you - tell me, how have you been enjoying the events so far?" She asked.

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Anne could probably wear a potato sack and still manage to spark Wyatt's interest but true enough, that lace dress was a magnet that turned his head around more times than necessary. As the hostess of the party, Anne had to socialize with just about everyone but Wyatt had his hopes up to see her in private when she'd be off-duty. After all, she had hinted at that earlier.

Of course, the length and nature of said private moment was hers to decide. With any luck, it would go beyond the hugs and kisses they'd shared so far but if not, he'd be content with whatever. She had to know his feelings anyway. Over the last couple of weeks he'd been coming to her office more often instead of sending work by e-mail. She had also accepted his dinner invitations albeit no doubt being busy organizing this event. Yeah, he was hopeful alright.

Smiling wide at her formal question, Wyatt instinctively tugged his tie knot to loosen it a little.

"No complaints, miss. I've enjoyed both the lectures and the activities. You've chosen a gorgeous location. The Boleyns sure know how to make an impression."

He raised his own glass in toast. "To all things gorgeous." He was drinking French Connection, a mix of cognac and amaretto.

Anne smiled, biting her lower lip a bit when he tugged at his tie. She wanted more than anything to just tug his tie off, along with the other clothes that covered him. But that would be wildly inappropriate.

"I'm glad you like it, I thought it would be a good, remote relaxing location," she beamed with pride, knowing that George had expressed similar sentiments, and that everyone in general seemed to share the same opinion.

Anne raised her glass and gently clinked it against his. "To all things gorgeous and to a bright future." She smiled before winking quickly at him and tipping her glass to her lips.

"Hm, your father must be glad to have you on board now. New ideas and all," he said after taking a sip from his glass. This was the third year Wyatt took part in the retreat. They were one of the highlights of the year at the company and most everyone looked forward to them.

Then he went kind of speechless and looked around to find a topic of conversation. Double doors led to a long balcony that ran the length of one side of the building and around the corner.

"Care to step outside? Not much of a view at this hour... except of the stars." Which would be romantic, he figured.

"He seems to, I'm only glad to bring a new perspective to the company," She smiled.

Anne followed his gaze to the double doors. With a smile she nodded and started towards them. "Certainly, Mr. Wyatt. That sounds like a wonderful idea."

They stepped through the double doors and Anne found that she enjoyed the chill of the night air. But still, it was rather cold. She looked up, spying the stars in the clear night sky.

"Beautiful night," she sighed.

"Isn't it? You can never see stars so well in London." Wyatt took a deep breath and relaxed but when he turned to look at Anne, he realized immediately the mistake he'd made.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry. This wasn't a good idea. It's too cold."

But instead of steering her right back inside, Wyatt got another idea. Leaving his drink on the balcony railing, he shrugged off his jacket and offered to drape it over Anne's shoulders. His long-sleeved shirt and trousers still kept him warmer than what Anne's skimpy cocktail dress did for her.

"Not a long-time solution since it's chillier than I expected but at least you won't turn blue in a second."

((ooc: Uh, I completely forgot you mentioned it was cold outside. Well, maybe that means other people won't flock to the balcony.))

Anne did shiver a bit and normally she would have turned down the offer - but his jacket was so warm, and it felt so good wrapped around her. She blushed, looking up to him and smiling softly.

"Thank you, Thomas," she whispered. "This'll keep me plenty warm, you needn't worry."

She glanced up to look up at the stars, and the constellations.

"It's so peaceful here, makes one forget their worries, don't you think?" she glanced to him. Despite the cold her cheeks felt hot, red and warm from being so near him.

"It's all right. I'm jumping to every chance to be chivalrous," he grinned.

It was too dark for Wyatt to see Anne blushing but her smile certainly warmed his heart. He stayed close to her but not too close for anyone else seeing them to get a hint of their developing feelings. His arm merely brushed against hers a few times.

"Why, yes, but I hope your worries are few and far between, Anne." Wyatt glanced at her, suddenly a bit worried actually.

"Was that just a phrase or is there something specific on your mind?"

Each brush of his arm against hers sent sparks running through Anne. She glanced up to him and gave him her best smile.

"No specific worries, no," she replied before dropping her voice to a whisper. "Just...I'm not so worried about the things I typically worry about at home. I want to do more here, take risks here..."

She bit her lower lip, glancing up to him.

"I'll be...heading back to my room in about twenty minutes," she told him, hoping he'd get what she was saying. That she was inviting him to her room, if he wanted to come.

Meeting in her room here would indeed be a bigger risk than finding a private moment in London. Wyatt studied Anne's expression, wondering how much of a risk-taker she really was. Apparently quite a lot.

"Funny thing you should mention that. You room, I mean. It is getting late and was going to take a shower before I go to bed. Trouble is, for some reason there's no hot water in my room. Don't suppose I could use yours?"

That was a blatant lie if any but but how could he not resist putting an image in Anne's mind.

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Anne bit her lower lip a little harder. Oh, that image of Thomas in a hot shower made her blush. It didn't help that she immediately pictured herself sharing it with him. Fingers running over slick flesh, steam rising around them...

Wait, no - focus! Anne cleared her throat a bit as she looked from the view and back to Thomas again.

"Can't have you going around unable to bathe for this whole trip, now can we? Please, feel free - like I said, I'll be there in about twenty minutes so feel free to come over anytime after that," she shrugged out of his jacket and handed it back to him. "Just be sure to knock first. Wouldn't want to be caught in my nightgown when you arrive. Or worse, in nothing at all."

The smirk on her face gave away the true desire she had. "If you'll excuse me, Thomas, I have to make sure that I see a few more people before I retire for the evening."

With that she let her hand brush briefly against his before she made her way back inside.

"Nothing at all? Well, we can't have that. I might go blind." Wyatt winked at her and made a polite little bow as Anne turned to leave.

"Knocking it is then, miss Boleyn."

He wasted some time walking to the other end of the balcony and then back, but the night was too cold for him to stay outside longer. There was no incentive to stay at the party, either, so Wyatt decided to go to his room to wait.

Though waiting wasn't particularly easy now. He threw himself on the bed and turned on TV but was low on patience to watch anything. And he started to question whether Anne had really asked him to come to her room.

About half an hour later, after brushing teeth and combing hair, Wyatt emerged from his room and started towards Anne's. He smiled at the thought of her wearing nothing when she opened the door. That would indeed show risk-taking. He turned a corner to the other corridor-

and gasped! Thomas Boleyn was standing at Anne's door, talking to his daughter about next day's activities. Boleyn could hear him appraching and hence Wyatt didn't have time to turn around unnoticed.

"Wyatt?" Boleyn sounded surprised. "Where an earth are you going?"

"Um... Ah... I thought I could use a cup of coffee. Wrong way, though." Wyatt shook his head and laughed. "Good night," he added bluntly and disappeared.

It took another 10 minutes before he dared to venture back to Anne's door. With gentle knocking.

Edited (sorry, can't write without mistakes) 2015-04-10 21:38 (UTC)

Anne narrowed her eyes playfully before she bowed her head politely in return and went back to the party. She shared one more drink with George and touched base with a few of the photographers before she excused herself for the evening.

She made her way back to her bedroom and changed into her black silk nightgown with the gold lace trim. It was low-cut on her bosom and cut off at her mid-thigh. Then there came a knock at her door.

Thank heavens for the peephole, for if Anne hadn't checked it, she would have answered the door terribly underdressed to speak with her father. But she grabbed a robe and answered the door.

Thomas Boleyn ran through the next day's itinerary with her: Brunch in the morning, then a team-building exercise courtesy of George, then-

Thomas Wyatt rounded the corner.

Anne tried not to let her fear show, lest her father suspect something. But Wyatt was gone just as quickly as he'd appeared. Thomas Boleyn finished listing the events, then bid his daughter good night. Anne returned to hr room and closed the door, shedding the robe and waiting for her preferred visitor.

When she heard the knock she approached and checked the peephole. With a smile she answered the door in just her nightgown to greet Thomas Wyatt.

"You made it, I'm glad, come in!" Anne turned and entered her room, letting him in. "I was afraid that my father had scared you off."

"Hah hah, yeah, that came close, but I am determined to have my shower," he laughed and glanced around the room. Turning to look back at Anne, his eyes got wide and in a flash he had covered them with a hand.

"Uh, but you're not dressed!" He peeked through two fingers. "How awkward."

Dropping his hand, Wyatt stepped in front of Anne and touched lightly under her chin. "If we stand really close, I can't see you're half naked."

Anne rolled her eyes at him teasingly when he covered his eyes. But then he stepped so close that Anne smiled. Her hands slid up his chest as she leaned in a bit closer.

"Maybe I wanted you to see," she purred, leaning up a little to whisper in his ear. "If you prefer, I can always get dressed - wouldn't want the situation to get more awkward."

Anne started to walk away from him, towards her bed while gesturing to her bathroom. "Shower's in there, help yourself to towels and anything else you need."

"Come to think of it, that seems a more likely option. You wouldn't walk away from me otherwise."

Since Anne was giving the right to admire her, that's exactly what he did. Little shivers ran down his neck as he watched her gracefully step across the room. The black nightgown did nothing to hide her form.

"I like awkward, so you're good," he smiled.

He had planned to ask her to wash his back and to offer to do the same to her if she'd just join him in the shower but now he realized all too well what a cliche that was. He rubbed his hands together, undecided of his next move.

"I meant to say you look beautiful and I am going to kiss you when I'm done," he said before closing the bathroom door.

Wyatt shed his clothes and folded them neatly on a bench. Naturally he wished that Anne would soon join him but he vowed not to be too disappointed if she didn't. Making out in a shower wasn't necassarily to her liking.

Closing his eyes, Wyatt turned his face toward the shower and enjoyed the feel of warm water pouring over him.

Anne smiled but remained quiet until he closed the bathroom door. She waited until she heard the water running before she slipped out of her nightgown and let the silken fabric fall to the floor. Then she tip-toed to the bathroom and silently closed the door. Anne smiled and bit her lower lip, pausing before she pushed the curtain open a little and slipped inside with him. She was behind him, her fingers reached out and slowly trailed up his spine.

"Mind if I join you?" She purred as she stepped closer, enjoying the feel of his wet flesh beneath her fingers. "You just make the shower seem so warm and inviting. Hard to resist."

Anne leaned into him a bit, the water rushing past him to cover her, soaking her dark hair and making it stick to her back and shoulders. She couldn't help laughing, knowing she probably looked ridiculous. But still, she leaned up a bit, wanting to brush her lips over his as the water pounded over them.

As quiet as a mouse she had been, so although Wyatt was hoping for Anne to join him, he did startle ever so little when feeling fingers on his back. She had come sooner than he had expected but that was not what he was going to say.

"Mm, as if I could say no. What took you so long?" he hummed. "I nearly gave up hope."

Obligingly he turned his head for a fleeting kiss to happen over his shoulder. Now way could he not sigh at that. To feel her wet body touching him was incredibly arousing.

Wyatt reached back, to take Anne's hand and to press it across his stomach. That and her laughter; nothing more was needed to get him hard. His head, though, was feeling very light.

"This is a dream I refuse to wake up from."

Anne giggled a little when he startled. But the kiss was still sweet and soft, even if it wasn't easy kissing over his shoulder. Her fingers splayed over his abdomen when he held her hand there. Gently she tugged back on him to get him to turn towards her.

"Would have been here sooner, but I wanted to surprise you," she purred.

She waited for him to turn before she slipped in next to him, pressing her bare chest against his. "This could be dangerous, I might just get used to showering with company. Addicted, almost."

Anne leaned up, wanting to kiss him again.

Once facing her, Wyatt pushed Anne's wet hair out her forehead and smoothed over those long locks hanging down her back.

"I'm already addicted," he admitted while staring deep into her eyes. Their noses touched. Wyatt breathed deep; his chest was rising and falling to the mind-twisting feel of her wet breasts brushing against him.

She was so slippery and alluring... water intensified every sensation of his body and made him shiver with pleasure. Dropping hands lower, he massaged her rear and pulled her hips to his.

Wyatt tilted his head to nibble on her lips. Sighing softly he left his hesitation behind and added tongue to turn that playful kiss to a passionate one.

((ooc: Sorry I misunderstood your previous tag, so thanks for making something out of y crazy description.))

((ooc: Oh, I didn't even notice, it seemed like a fine response to me! Sorry for any confusion!!))

Anne smiled, closing her eyes as he pushed her hair out of her face. It was a soothing feeling, his touch. Her eyes opened slowly again to meet his gaze as he spoke.

There was heat that came from his body that wasn't all from the water. It was heat that radiated from his chest to hers. As his hands slipped lower, Anne's hips pressed against his, and she blushed and moaned softly as their bodies pressed so close.

Her lips parted as he drew near. Anne claimed his lower lip between hers and suckled softly at it before she felt the warm wetness of his tongue slipping between her lips to meet her own. She couldn't help moaning softly as she let her tongue tangle with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, allowing her fingers to press into his back as she pulled him tight against her.

He moved them a step away from the shower so that the water was mainly pounding against his shoulder blades, not so much on their faces. Losing himself in the moment, Wyatt would have been hard pressed to even remember his own name. But he had no trouble registering Anne's hands trailing along his back or the taste of champagne from her lips. Nor did he miss the smoothness of her thighs touching his.

Eventually he broke off the kiss and gently lowered her hands from around his neck. He glanced at the small shelf built into the shower wall. It held soap, shampoo and a couple of wach cloths. He reached to take one of them.

"Would you hate it if I washed you? Not that I think you're dirty but I'd like to do it."

((ooc: I wasn't quite sure where Anne was standing when she attempted to kiss him. Hence my mention of the over-the-shoudler kiss which maybe wasn't what you were going for. But it's ok.))

Anne kept close even as he broke off the kiss. Steam began to rise all around them, adding to the ambiance of the moment. As he reached for the washcloth, she couldn't help chuckling and reaching for the other, along with one of the soaps - the one that smelled least girly. She figured Thomas didn't want to walk around smelling like her sweet-scented body wash if he could avoid it.

"Only if you let me do the same for you," the idea of shampooing his hair appealed to her very much. Running her fingers through his blonde curls and massaging his scalp beneath her fingertips. But she figured starting with washing his body in turn would be the best way to start.

She felt the heat building between them. Anne felt safe here, secluded with him. She never wanted to leave - except if they stayed in the water too long their skin would get wrinkled, and she couldn't have that.

Even if he didn't think it at the time, Wyatt would appreciate not smelling like a field of flowers on the next day, especially if George's team-building exercise was to have some kind of 'let's all hug each other' aspect to it.

Smiling, he blinked in agreement and gathered Anne's hair up front so that he could start with her back. Then Wyatt proceeded to add soap to his washcloth, hardly taking his eyes off of her. He encircled her with his arms since this way he was able to continue giving tiny kisses while washing her.

Both of his hands glided along her body; shoulders, the small of her back, her backside all got their share of soap. He paused to wipe his hand across his face. A smile lingered on as he gently cupped her left breast, and to look at her first time more properly.

"You look amazing. I could watch you all night." he whispered and leaned down to kiss her neck. His thumb circled around the nipple until he instinctively applied more pressure to his touch.

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Anne mimicked his movement, but she was so enamored with his shoulders that she couldn't help but start there. Once the washcloth was properly soapy, Anne brought the cloth up to rub over his shoulder, then crossed his chest to his other shoulder. But then she came down and brought the washcloth around to wash over his back. Then she came around to his chest.

And she trailed lower, to his abdomen.

And lower, to his hips.

The feeling of his own hands working her body into a lather made her sigh in satisfaction. He had such a warm, gentle touch, she loved it. Oh, it just felt so good. It was so easy to get caught up in the sensation.

"Feeling's mutual," Anne sighed and moaned softly as he teased her nipple. She couldn't help sighing his name as she leaned up to kiss his jaw.

Wyatt had to take a step to steady himself when Anne's hands travelled lower on his body. As a guy, it was impossible to hide his state of arousal. To make things more even, he was determined to coax sounds from her and the plan was already working pretty well.

"Mmm, Anne..." Apparently it was working so well he had to moan her name in return. Wyatt worked the washcloth over her chest and belly, then along arms. After that he set aside the now soapless cloth to caress and kiss her fingers one at a time.

"I wouldn't say no to that. Though sleeping beside you would be even better than watching."

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