happyfalcon | [For Thomas] [Modern AU] Secret Holiday

Wyatt had packed his suitcase a bit by bit over the week. Some of his things were still at his old home and he had stayed there to be with his son to compensate for the time he would be away. He had had to pack in secret since he didn't want Junior to get any more confused of the situation than he already was. So while Wyatt very much looked forward to the trip with Anne, there were a lot of different feelings mixed in within him.

But once he was finally in the taxi and on his way to Anne's place, he was all smiles. Being a freelancer for the Boleyn paper meant that he could take time off without raising much suspicion. And what came to his job at his father's company, well, he had earned his vacation weeks. He did bring along a book of Italian short stories that he wanted to translate but reading that was as much pleasure as it might have been work. Surely Anne understood that he wasn't travelling without something to read.

"Anne!" he yelled right after closing her front door and placing his suitcase on the floor and a handbag on top of it. "Are you here?" Wyatt stepped across the hallway and the open living room. "Love?"

Anne smiled when she heard Thomas call to her. She left the bedroom and down the short hall to the living room just as Thomas entered. Anne wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, softly and passionately. Then she leaned back a bit and smiled up to him.

"You're finally here," she chuckled. She was excited for their trip. "I'm so glad."

Anne took his hand and started to lead him back to the bedroom. "I can't decide which of these dresses to pack - this would be so much easier if you'd just tell me where we're going!"

But she was happy for the surprise, happy to have time out in the open to spend with him.

He was happy to accept that kiss, pressing her close. With a laugh he let her take him to the bedroom where she had spread out clothes and accessories. Her suitcase was open and only half full so far.

"Hmm, and what do we have here?" Wyatt came to stand behind Anne and wrapped his hands around her waist. "An innocent white dress and a... decadent black one?" A closer look revealed that the pick wasn't quite that simple since the cut of the white dress was not anything akin to a nun's habit.

Wyatt kissed Anne's cheek. "We'e going to many places, love. You can take both, or neither, since you can buy new ones." He turned her around in his arms. "What's your favourite dress for Paris?"

Anne rolled her eyes a bit as he didn't really give her an answer. Yes, she could have packed both, but she didn't want to have too many similar outfits. As he turned her around her hands came up instinctively to rub over his chest - as if that's what they'd been made to do the very day she was born. When he mentioned Paris her eyes lit up and a great grin spread across her lips.

"Paris?! Really? We're going to Paris!?" He hadn't actually said as much, but the very suggestion had Anne overwhelmed with delight. She loved Paris, her schooling in France had been the best years of her life - well, before she'd met Thomas at any rate.

Anne turned quickly and picked up the white dress. "If it's Paris, then it simply has to be the white," she concluded.

There were still cosmetics and other outfits to be packed. Anne turned again and threw her arms around Thomas, tipping her head and kissing him deep. "I'm so happy we've finally got the chance to do this!"

A holiday away with her lover. There wasn't anything more ideal than that. Not to Anne's mind.

He loved her little gestures. Whether it was her suddenly leaning into him or giving gentle looks across the room at work... they all warmed his heart. Even though they had been seeing each other for months now, sometimes he still couldn't believe his luck.

Anne's excitement over Paris made Wyatt smile just as wide. He had been worried that she would find the idea boring because Paris was all too familiar to her. "Yes, well, I want you to show me your favourite places-."

Oh yes, her excitement was palpable and she gave him no time to say he was looking forward to seeing her in that dress. That kiss... wow. Wyatt's hands slid down low to Anne's hips and held her tight against him. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to see her out of that white dress.

He shuddered afterwards, smiling like an idiot. "Good. Um, pack something warm for cool evenings, and good walking shoes," he managed to say.

Anne's eyes lit mischievously as she looked up at him. "Something warm for cool nights? Why would I do that when I have you to keep me warm?"

Anne giggled a bit and turned to pack a few more things. But then she was right back in his arms, leaning into him. She loved when he held her, or even something as simple as a brush of his fingertips against hers as they passed each other in the hall at work. Anne was absolutely in love.

"I've so many places to show you," she grinned just thinking of them. All the places she'd been to during University, all her secret holiday spots. "I can't wait Thomas - it's so wonderful!"

Anne leaned up and kissed him again, bringing her fingers to run through his hair.

It was his turn to roll eyes at her for that comment. Wyatt wanted to reply with something witty but couldn't think of anything.

"I don't know if we have time for all your places...," he said and caressed Anne's shoulders while she was again turned to face him. "We'll be in Paris for three nights and then we'll drive to the countryside and visit vineyards or something."

'Or something' was actually his well-thought-out itinerary that still left enough of leeway to change plans depending on their mood, or weather, for the day.

But they would have to get to France first and right now it seemed that Anne was effectively changing the short-term plans with her affectionate behavior. When she sunk her fingers into his hair, Wyatt saw no other option but to step forward.

He pushed Anne backwards until she landed on the bed, on top of her black dress with red flowers - and he landed on top of her. Wyatt took hold of her wrists and pressed them on the mattress on both sides of her face. There. Now he could kiss her properly.

Anne chuckled when he rolled his eyes at her. She smiled and leaned up to nuzzle the tip of her nose against his. All she could do was imagine the wonderful nights and experiences they would have in Paris together. Memories hat they would make together and keep forever.

But then he was pushing her back, and she was against the bed. As he landed atop her, Anne intended to wrap her arms around him and clutch him all the closer. But Thomas pinned her wrists down to the bed, and all she could do was enjoy the sight of him atop her. Then he leaned in and kissed her, and Anne parted her lips as he leaned down and deepened the kiss. Her tongue even slipped from between her lips and flicked over his lower lip.

She loved when he took charge this way. She loved the taste of his kiss and the warmth of his lips. It was home, the way he kissed her. Truly they were meant for each other - they must have been.

Anne moaned and arched her body into his. She could do little else when he had her pinned in this manner. But Anne was determined, she would not admit defeat. Anne wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer, basking in the warmth that passed between them.

((ooc: I'm imagining Anne is wearing a dress atm. Can edit if you rather have her wearing jeans, for instance))

Her slim, lithe body twisting under him was a sure way to turn Wyatt on. Kissing him with such red lips was another. With his eyes closed, Wyatt got lost in the feel of Anne's soft, wet tongue luring him into an extatic haze. As she wrapped around him, forcing his hips to meet hers, Wyatt moaned in return. His right hand let go of Anne's wrist to run up and down her leg.

"Do you want to...?" he breathed into her neck after breaking the kiss. Though clothed, grinding against her had made him very restless indeed. All day he had been dreaming about her and this trip. A few more hours and they'd be at their hotel but... "A quick one?"

((ooc: Dress works fine :) ))

Anne sighed as his hand ran along her bared leg. The dress was light enough that she could feel him vividly even though she was still clothed. While his hand moved over her thigh, Anne's hands slid down his back, pulling his shirt up and dragging her fingertips along his spine. She did so love the feeling of his bare skin beneath her touch.

Anne was overwhelmingly turned on by the idea of spending passionate days and nights with Thomas. Openly. Without fear of discovery.

"Yes..." she moaned as his lips brushed over her neck. He knew just how sensitive she was and how to make her melt at his touch. "God yes..."

How could she ever turn down the opportunity to be with him? They could never be together like this too much, in her mind.

Wyatt pushed his upper body up expecting Anne's legs to release their hold of him. He was sorry to lose the contact, especially since her nails had just worked their magic on his back, but unzipping his trousers had to happen.

Stepping on the floor, Wyatt prompty dropped his pants to his knees. In no time at all he had pulled her panties off, too.

"Thank god. I couldn't have waited longer," he grinned and lifted up Anne's foot to kiss the toes. Then he yanked her forward a bit, to make her lie at the edge of the bed while he stood between her legs. Wyatt stroked his cock before directing Anne's hand to it.

Anne's legs did indeed release him as he pushed his body up. She pouted a bit when he unzipped his trousers, for she did so enjoy undressing him. But she couldn't complain in this situation, not at all.

"I can't..." she whispered. Meaning she couldn't wait. She ached for him, she needed him. "Can't wait..."

Anne yelped in surprise and chuckled when he yanked her forward. She smiled up at him as he kissed her toes, she pressed her toes against his lips, enjoying the feeling. He wouldn't be stroking his cock long; Anne reached forward even before he reached forward for her hand. Her fingers brushed over his cock, sliding up and down along his length. Anne sighed in delight and arousal, wanting more.

The pout, playful as it was, and the 'I can't' nearly stopped Wyatt in his tracks. She didn't want?

Thank goodness for 'can't wait'. Wyatt chuckled... and closed his eyes when Anne's fingers curled around his cock. That felt sooo good. He hummed in pleasure. "No reason to wait."

With the support of his hands Wyatt leaned forward for a kiss and a nibble of her bottom lip. As he straightened up again, he lifted up her hips a bit before pressing himself into her.

Wyatt made some inintelligible sounds and thrusted again, deeper and faster. "We have two weeks," he gasped. "Two weeks of this, and sighseeing. Maybe."

Anne was only too eager to meet his lips and return that kiss. Her hips arched up at his insistence, desperate and needing his touch. As he slipped inside so smoothly, as though he'd been made for her and she for him, Anne gasped and let out a drawn-out moan. It was always such a rush when he first entered her.

As he set about his pace, sliding in and out, Anne looked up. Meeting his gaze as he spoke. A smile crept across her face as she chuckled softly. Both hands ran through his hair and held him close.

"Yes...yes..." she moaned. "Two weeks. Two weeks of you and I...just us two."

No George or Thomas Boleyn to look upon them with suspicious eyes. No one watching or looking to sabotage them. Just her; just him; just their love and hot skin.

"Mm-mm, I like the white dress... on you... and off you."

He thought of her and the dress, and their hotel room and the bed in it, but at the moment Wyatt almost wanted not to leave Anne's apartment at all. Why couldn't they just stay in her bed for two weeks?

"You feel so good. I missed you." The week had been busy for both of them and though they had seen at work, there had been little time to actually enjoy each other's company. Which was why he had been too impatient to wait until they were in France.

It also contributed to him not lasting long. Wyatt kept his pace but the expression on his face changed suddenly.

"I'm sorry... sorry," he warned her before his erratic movements became all too obvious. He pressed his head down over her shoulder and climaxed. "God..."

The week had indeed been busy for them both. Anne had so much work to get ahead on for their two-week holiday. Times like this she wished they lived together, so that even if they were too exhausted to have sex, at least they could cuddle up to each other every night and see each other.

"Missed you too, my love!" Anne cried out as he continued his chain of thrusts.

Anne heard his words but they didn't really register. Only when she felt his spasming inside her and the erratic nature of his movements did she realize that he'd gone over. But she was quick to follow after him, moaning and crying out for him as she came.

She breathed heavily for several minutes before leaning up to kiss his temple. "I love you so much," she murmured.

Thank goodness he didn't need to apologize a third time - which he would have done - for despite of the short time he endured, Anne's climax followed his. Wyatt pushed a few more times before he had to face the facts that their quickie had been just what the name implied.

But for what is was worth, they were both satisfied. Wyatt sighed and moved to the side, resting his arm across Anne's chest.

"I love you too."

It wasn't possible to linger too long, though. They had a flight to catch; she still needed to pack. Wyatt gave Anne a soft kiss.

"Um, that was for the white dress... Any other choices you need to make? Not that there's time to have more sex, so..."

Wyatt pushed himself down from the bed. It wasn't exactly dignified to hop around with his pants in his knees but never mind. He also picked up Anne's panties from the floor and handed them over to her.

Anne allowed herself to bask in the feeling of his body cuddled up with hers. The sex was amazing, but she enjoyed the closeness that came afterwards almost as much, if not more so.

She chuckled at his words before sitting up and taking her panties from him. Anne didn't put them on right away though, she held them between her fingers for a few moments while she considered his question.

"I think that's all, though I could model some of my jewelry for you...in the nude," she teased, knowing full well that they didn't have the time for such things. Pity. But there would be time enough for that later on their trip.

Anne rose and slid her panties on; slowly, taking her sweet time with it to tease Thomas further, letting him get a peek of her bare rear from lifting her dress. But then she was back to packing, finishing up so that they wouldn't be late.

"How much time do we have before we have to be to the airport?"

"Very tempting, my dear," Wyatt laughed and settled on a comfy chair by the window to let Anne finish packing. It was a good place to observe her, too, and she certainly gave him a bit of a show.

"Um, I'd say I better call a taxi in about half an hour, he said, glancing at his wrist watch. "It's not rush hour yet but since it's Friday... well, you know how it is." The airport would be full of people.

"When we get to Paris, I have reserved us a table for dinner at eight. That leaves us couple of hours of sightseeing first. But, plans can be changed if something better comes along."

Edited 2015-11-24 22:26 (UTC)

Anne nodded as she moved to retrieve her makeup bag from the bathroom. Rush hour traffic was not something she wanted to be caught up in. So she was quick to finish her packing. She came to Thomas in the chair and kissed him softly.

"Getting started right away I see," she chuckled. "It all sounds so exciting. I can't wait. It sounds like you went to so much trouble."

She couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

"It was no trouble at all." Wyatt pulled Anne onto his lap and leaned back in the chair. Savoring the moment of quiet closeness before they had to face the crowd of the airport, Wyatt closed his eyes.

"Mm... your hair smells nice. It always does."

The silence was soon broken by the sound of Anne's mobile phone. She was getting a call from an unknown number. Wyatt raised his eyebrows in slight annoyance.

"Don't talk long. Oh, and did you pack your charger?" That was one thing a lot of people seemed to forget.

Anne smiled, happy to cuddle into his embrace while in his lap. She could have easily fallen asleep here, after the long week they'd both had. But when her phone went off Anne's brow furrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be calling her now, especially not from an unknown number.

Normally she wouldn't have answered at all, but Thomas's words, for some reason, made her curious. So she stepped away for a moment to answer the phone. Anne wouldn't be talking long at all - in fact the call lasted less than 20 seconds. It was a wrong number which made Anne hang up and return to Thomas.

"Sorry about that - wrong number," she explained. "But yes, I packed my charger. Anything else though? I always feel like I'm forgetting something when I pack for a long trip..."

"Good. I'm glad it wasn't anything important," Wyatt replied once he had his arms around Anne again.

He considered her question of other important things to take with. Warm clothing had already been mentioned.

"Well, if I'm the accessory that keeps you warm...," he tickled her arm lightly, "then have you packed things to keep you cool? For instance, your bathing suit, or bikinis or what have you? What about medication? Do you get motion sickness?"

Anne chuckled at his teasing, then considered the list of items he presented.

"Not motion sick so far as I know...though perhaps it would be a good idea to take some just in case," the fact of the matter was that Anne had gotten rather ill once when she was younger, and it had been while she was traveling with her father. So she always took motion sickness medication just in case, but was too proud to admit that she did, or why she did. "Bathing suit's all packed - whether or not it's a bikini or a one-piece I leave to your imagination for the moment."

She laughed softly, teasing her fingers against his chin. "But other than that, I do indeed think that I packed everything."

Thankfully Wyatt had a perfectly fine imagination. He gave Anne a kiss and smiled.

"Sounds like we're all set then. Might as well get going, ay? If something else comes to mind, there's always Boots."

Wyatt dropped Anne gently from his lap in order to carry her suitcase to the hallway and make the call for the taxi.

"This is it. We're finally going!" he chimed.

((ooc: Fyi, Boots is UK's leading pharmacy-led health and beauty retailer with stores everywhere, incl. airports. Anne would know it, even if we didn't :P ))

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