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

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."

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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 ))

((ooc: I was wondering what he meant by that lol thanks! :) ))

Anne nodded and stepped gracefully to the floor as Thomas ushered her from his lap. She plucked up her purse and started after him into the hall.

"You have a point, Boots does seem to have all those odds and ends one seems to forget when packing," she agreed.

As they moved from the hallway to the main sitting room, Anne grinned at his proclamation and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"We are! Two fantastic weeks just you and I," she kissed him again. "No need for hiding or sneaking around."

How was a man supposed to call for taxi when he was being ambushed by a woman with very kissable lips? Well... Wyatt solved the dilemma by securing the offender to his side so that she couldn't make any sudden leaps at him.

"...yes, Heathrow Airport. Thank you," he finished the call before turning back to his seemingly willing hostage.

"If you take my handbag, I'll carry our suitcases."

There was just enough time to turn off all lights and make sure the door was locked. As they sat in the taxi, Wyatt held Anne's hand and just smiled. He didn't feel like talking much for some reason, not in front of the driver.

Anne chuckled as she frustrated his attempts to call the cab. As he pinned her to his side she laughed, but softly so that she didn't interrupt his conversation with the cab company. When he hung up she chuckled and wriggled to try and kiss his neck.

But she nodded when he asked her to carry the handbag. "Certainly," she agreed.

Anne picked up the handbag and her own purse and followed him downstairs after securing her apartment. Once they were in the taxi, Anne was just as content to enjoy the quiet, with her hand in his. She looked up to him and couldn't fight the smile that broke out across her face.

Wyatt didn't say it aloud but there was a slight worry in him about bumping into friends at the airport. Nobody he knew had been talking about going abroad but then again, neither had he. He'd been all hush-hush about his real plans, instead of choosing to tell his family that he was going to the countryside. Still, he wasn't so paranoid as to avoid flying altogether. He realized that, for instance, if either of them got seriously sick during their trip, their secret would be out. It made sense to be careful, but not overly so.

The traffic wasn't too congested so they arrived at the airport in good time. After getting his pay, the driver rushed to open the door for Anne and lifted their suitcase from the trunk. Wyatt fetched a trolley for their bags and then they were ready to find a check-in counter for the right airline.

"After we go through security, what do you want to do? You want to get a bite to eat, something to drink? Shopping?" Wyatt asked while they stood in the line with his hand wrapped around Anne's waist. "Time wise we're good. I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee."

Had he spoken of his fear out loud he would have found that, in the back of Anne's mind, she too was concerned about such a thing. Mary had mentioned going to Greece for a holiday, but other than that, she knew of no one else having travel plans. But it wasn't like there weren't hundreds of people at an airport they could disappear into - or for that matter they could just lie if questioned about it. Anne had told her family a similar story; that she was going to a spar in the countryside and would have limited access to her phone or e-mail.

As they exited the taxi, Anne thanked the driver and followed after Thomas with his bag and her purse. She thought on Thomas's question for a moment, letting her fingers lace with his as he held her hand.

"I think a coffee sounds good - maybe a muffin too. The flight might make us sleepy, and if you have plans for us afterwards we should be awake for them."

Wyatt found himself smiling at Anne's words. He whispered to her, for not wanting everyone around them to hear him say, "A muffin... I don't know why but suddenly all I want is to fall asleep with you."

Not caring about onlookers he then brushed his lips quickly over hers. After showing their flight tickets at the check-in counter and leaving suitcases, Wyatt took his own handbag from Anne.

"The only plan I had for today was the dinner. We can go dancing afterwards if there's a club you want to show me, or we can just take it easy... go back to the hotel and order something from room service. Really, all I want is to be with you. Doesn't matter what we do."

They still had to walk through security before finding a nice cafe.

Anne chuckled and pursed her lips a bit to return his kiss. "Not just yet, once we're settled after the flight, we can." But the idea of cuddling up in his arms, wrapped up in a soft blanket, warm and safe - it was all too enticing for her to ignore as well.

She thought about his options for a long moment before nodding her head a bit. "I think it would be good if we took it easy our first night," she pointed out. "Don't want to exhaust ourselves on holiday, after all. We'll get to the clubs soon enough." She smirked, thinking on the slinky green dress that she'd packed for just such an occasion, anxious for an excuse to wear it and go out dancing with Thomas.

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