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 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."

Anne could feel his arousal, and she couldn't help but blush a little. Once she was done with her washcloth, Anne set it aside with his, and let him kiss her fingers. It was such a simple, yet tender move, and her heart was totally swept up in it.

Once he was through kissing her digits, Anne moved to take the shampoo in her hand, filling her palm with it before leaning up to gently massage his scalp. Her fingers moved fluidly through his hair, working the shampoo into a lather.

"And less creepy," she teased with a soft laugh. "But in all seriousness...do you...do you want to stay tonight?"

It took a moment to work up the nerve to ask the question aloud.

For Anne to start shampooing his hair instead of her own actually surprised Wyatt. His head nodded forward, making her job easier, but mainly it was because it just felt so damn good to have her fingers massaging him. He breathed through parted lips as the water kept pouring down and swirling around their feet.

Wyatt tilted his head upwards to catch her gaze. "Wouldn't want you to think I'm creepy," he grinned. Her question deserved a more sincere response, though.

"I would love to... and I'm not expecting anything. We can just sleep. Sleep. Because I don't think I can sleep at all if you send me away."

He gave Anne a quick, wet kiss and while sliding his hands below her backside, Wyatt crouched down a bit with the attempt to lift her up. She could rinse off the shampoo sitting up in his arms.

Anne let him lift her up in his arms, grinning as she moved to kiss him, her fingers still in his hair and massaging the shampoo into a lather. She considered his statement, and her movements paused as she looked to meet his gaze.

"You can stay," she bit her lower lip. "But what if...what if I said I wanted to do more than sleep?"

Anne wanted more, she'd been burning for him for a while; but she hadn't wanted to come on too strong. But she knew what she wanted, and it had been some time since they had started seeing each other.

"I understand if you don't want to," she knew things were complicated with him now, and she didn't want to make it worse.

...but God she wanted him so badly...

"What if..." Wyatt squinted, amused of timid response. Their faces were just inches apart, her breasts at the level of his collarbones. Wyatt couldn't help his eyes from wandering that direction.

"Coyness suits you but not when you're already naked, wet and wrapped around me, he smiled. "I want you. You know that."

His mouth and tongue found hers before stepping right under the shower in order to rinse off the shampoo. What if... what if they could make love at this very moment? The thought of holding her up while she bounced on him set his body in flames. Wyatt pressed Anne's back against the tiles.

But he didn't want to have sex without protection, and if they had to walk away from the shower to get condoms, they could just as well seek the comfort of her bed.

"Let's dry up and find a bed, eh?"

Anne narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose playfully at Thomas. In some strange way, she enjoyed it when he teased her. Her lips ghosted over his as he held her, though she gasped at the feeling of the cold, wet tiles against her back.

"I want you, Thomas..." she whispered. "I can't wait any longer."

Her fingers worked through his hair as he leaned back into the stream of the shower to clear the shampoo from his curls. When he suggested they leave the shower, Anne nodded only too enthusiastically.

"Yes, please," she gasped as she moved to kiss him, full of passion and fire. "Take me to the bed, Thomas."

Honestly, Anne could care less if they were wet or dry. She had waited this long, she wanted him so badly now.

He nodded and asked Anne to hold onto him tight. Reaching for the shower knob while balancing a slippery lady with only one hand wasn't something Wyatt had a lot of practise for. He managed it, though, and stepped past the curtain to feel a soft mat under his feet.

Towels hung from hooks on wall next to a mirror that was all steamy now. Wyatt stopped to consider... As tempting as it was to carry her straight to the bed, there was no denying their hairs were dripping wet, hers especially. With some regret, Wyatt set Anne down, grabbed a towel, and patted his own hair quickly before handing it to her.

"Here. I'm just going to-," giving her but a few seconds to dry herself while he retrieved that small but important plastic package from his trouser pocket. Then he wrapped Anne into another large towel and lifted her up in his arms.

"You're like a fairy," he smiled. A moment later he lowered her on the bed, leaning over for a kiss that lasted a good while. Moaning in anticipation, his lips trailed down her neck.

"Is there something you prefer?"

Anne obliged, holding tight to Thomas while he stepped out of the shower with her in his arms. As he set her down she made certain to anchor her feet sturdily against the mat so that she didn't fall. Anne accepted the towel from him and she dried herself off quickly, her body first, then her long, dark tresses. When he returned and scooped her up again, Anne was rather startled and couldn't help crying out in surprise. She laughed at his teasing and kissed his cheek before he lay her down against the bed.

Once there, she kissed him back, parting her lips and moaning softly into their kiss. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him down to keep him close. As he began to kiss her neck, Anne tipped her head back and moaned softly, trembling as he manipulated one of her most sensitive points.

"I prefer you," she smiled. All she wanted was him, here, in her bed.

Her fingers trailed down slowly, along his sides and lower still. Carefully she came between his legs and held his manhood in her palm, rubbing softly as she looked to him.

"Is there something you prefer?"

He chuckled at her reply. "I should hope so. Under the circumstances. And that is precisely my point. Who's under?"

Anne might have been watching him, but Wyatt's eyes followed the movement of her hand while he held himself up above her, hands and knees on the bed on both sides of her. He twitched, but only so much as her fingers curled around him.

So she didn't want to say. Wyatt looked up again and pursed his lips. He placed the unopened condom on her belly, then slipped out of her reach to the foot of the bed. His breathing and heartbeat were starting to race one another. He was worried about making a mistake with her but usually he didn't go wrong with one particular act...

With his eyes closed, Wyatt leaned down to kiss the cool, smooth skin of her inner thighs to make her open for him. He worked his mouth upwards, slowly and softly and when he reached her entrance, he slid his tongue inside her.

Anne smirked up to him and ran her fingers along the ends of his wet hair. "Why don't we just see how it happens naturally? Do we have to have a plan?"

As he slid down, Anne watched him carefully. Curious of his actions, she remained still as he moved down. The press of his lips to her inner thighs made her moan and sigh softly. Slowly her legs parted, allowing him between them. When his tongue slipped inside her Anne gasped, her back arching and her fingers burying themselves in his hair.

"God, Thomas..." she moaned. Her hips rocked a little to add to the motions of his tongue. But it just felt so terribly good, feeling him lick her most intimate places.

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He didn't need a plan, he needed the knowledge that she enjoyed what he was doing. Thankfully so far that seemed to be the case. He had fantasized about this moment since Anne had brought him home from the club. Or maybe even earlier than that.

Having his hair tugged, a wave of pleasure traversed down his spine. Wyatt sighed and moved to find a more comfortable position between Anne's legs. Her hip movements made it easier to drive a tongue deeper, to tease with long licks that demanded reaction.

Then he altered those with smaller, ticklish swirls with the help of his finger right at her opening.

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Anne moved her legs to allow him to get comfortable between her thighs - because God knows she didn't want him to leave that spot. Not yet. As his tongue slipped in deeper her back arched more. One hand stayed in his hair, gripping and stroking over his curls. The other hand was up pushing through her own dark tresses, tugging slightly as she was overwhelmed by pure carnal sensation.

It just felt so good, so good, to share such an intimate experience with him. She made a mental note to return the favor before the trip was over.

He stole her breath completely when he switched to the smaller swirls and the teasing of his finger. Anne's breathing grew shallow, ragged as she gasped for air. She had wanted this for so long, it was overwhelming to finally have it happening. Already she could feel her walls tightening, her climax looming.

"God...oh yes, Thomas..." she sighed amid her gasping breaths.

Wyatt glanced up for wanting to see Anne writhe and sigh at his will. His thumb kept rubbing against her folds as he admired the view from this angle: the constant rise and fall of her belly, the wiggling of her breasts, wet hair spread out on the bed. The contrast of fair skin and dark hair.

"Anne..." Wyatt returned to the task at hand, licking and sucking in order to make her come. She was so soft and so wet inside. His tongue glided in and out, speeding alongside Anne's quickened breathing. He would have hated to rush her to orgasm but he almost couldn't wait to press his hips to hers and do with his cock what he was now doing with his tongue.

Anne moaned and continued to writhe as his mouth worked her over. Her hips rocked with a little more purpose as he continued to lick and rub over her with his thumb.

"Thomas...Thomas-!" Anne cried out for him. Her fingers tugged slightly at his hair as she felt her walls tightening and trembling. That tingling heat was blazing inside her. Anne was surprised that her whole body hadn't burst into flame yet. "I'm cumming-!"

It was all the warning she could give him. Another brush of that soft, warm, wet tongue against her entrance, teasing her insides, and Anne was pushed over the edge. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, stole her breath and sent pure carnal feeling rushing through her entire body.

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