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

((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.

"Exactly. This is a holiday, not a... boot camp. We can be as active or lazy as we want." Wyatt smirked. "Clubbing without George? That'll be strange."

Wyatt passed the security check with no problems and then he looked around to make note of the location of their gate, even if they didn't need to go there yet.

"All good? You know, I'm sorry we can't buy souvenirs," he said when they walked past a toy store. "Though I have to get something for Junior. Something neutral that doesn't scream overseas."

Anne nodded in agreement. At the mention of George she rolled her eyes a bit at Thomas. "I think we'll survive somehow."

Anne also passed the security check without issues. Of course she'd had to remove her necklace and jewelry for the metal detector. As she put her rings and necklace back on, Anne stepped up beside Thomas again.

"I'm fine," she replied, biting her lower lip to think for a moment. "Where did you tell him you were going again? There are places in the French countryside we could visit and perhaps get him a gift there."

"Well, that's a nice idea but... I never said anything about going abroad," Wyatt replied, noticing the fault in his plan. "As far as I know, everyone thinks I'll be somewhere in the English countryside. I can't bring back anything that can't be found in Britain unless I tell them I hopped on the plane by impulse."

He frowned a little, but soon realized the situation was not that bad. "On the other hand, nobody is going to blink an eye if they hear you suddenly decided to go France. It's unlikely anyone thinks about us being gone at the same time and going 'oh, one plus one is two'."

They finally came to a cafe. Though crowded, they were able to find a table for two.

"Anyway, Junior is so young that he'll probably be more thrilled of an action man figure than anything that is considered a proper souvenir."

"Well that's what I meant," she explained. "Something rather generic from the countryside that doesn't scream 'French' - they have such items, never fear."

Anne smiled and gave his arm a squeeze. "No love, I'm not worried. I think this is one of those rare times when we're completely safe." Such times were rare indeed. "I'd like to get a present for Junior too, if it's all right? Something French because, as you said, no one would think much of me going abroad."

So badly she wanted him to like her. Anne knew that in the long run if Junior didn't like her, she and Wyatt would not be an item for very long.

"Ah, I misunderstood you then but yeah, of course you can get him something if you want. He'll be surprised for sure. I can arrange a little outing after we come back... say, a visit to the Natural History Museum? You can join us there. Junior never tires of the dinosaurs."

Wyatt's son was more likely to accept Anne's presence if they were doing his favourite things.

"So, how much do you want to know about our travel plans? You'll definitely have a say in what we do but if you like a bit of mystery, I don't mind being secretive."

Anne nodded and began to make a list of what she might get him in her mind. "The museum sounds wonderful," she smiled. Anne had never been good with children, but she found that she loved seeing Junior smile.

Anne considered his question for a moment before answering. "I think a few surprises would be romantic, but I would like to know how I should dress for the day - wearing flats versus heels, you understand. So I would like to know most of the plans, if that's all right?"

Wyatt shook his head but there was a gleam in his eyes. "God no, I wouldn't do that to you, or me, for that matter. To have you wear wrong shoes would mean I have to piggyback you everywhere."

He moved his chair closer and reached out to lightly swipe his finger along Anne's chin. "Hmh... I can piggyback you, if a situation calls for it. As for keeping you completely clueless, that's not gonna work as I count on you to read the map when we drive out of Paris."

Anne's eyes lit and she gave a downright mischievous smile. "Indeed you would, but would that really be so bad, having my body pressed so tight against yours?" Anne dropped her voice a bit so as not to offend anyone, and to avoid being obnoxious.

She blushed when he made that little gesture. It froze her just a bit, just for a moment. "Yes, I can hardly be a proper navigator if I don't know where we're going, now can I?" She smiled up to him.

"Did I say it would be?" he grinned and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I have every intention of keeping you tight against me. Soon."

Glancing around the cafe, Wyatt leaned away from her. Nobody was paying any more attention to them than they were paying attention to those sitting in the next table.

Soon. In about three... maybe three and a half hours they'd be at their hotel room in Paris.

"I need all the navigational help you can give. I don't have much experience with right-hand traffic. Did you drive when you lived there?"

Anne chuckled softly at his tease and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "I'll hold you to that, my dearest Poet."

For the moment, Anne didn't really care who saw. She should have had more caution, considering someone they knew could very well have been watching, for all she knew. But she didn't care, she was on her way to a romantic getaway with her beloved.

For a brief moment, all was right in the world.

"I drove a little - most places I frequented were in walking distance though, we'll see."

((ooc: We didn't mention them ordering drinks and food but I suppose they did anyway, considering they've been sitting there for a bit now.))

"We'll see," he grinned and kissed her right back. "Getting lost can be fun, too."

Wyatt finished his sandwich and cast a thoughtful look into his coffee cup.

"You know, I've only been to Paris for business purposes. I've never had anyone with me to do all the cheesy, romantic things that are associated with it. Eiffel Tower at night... Notre Dame... cobbled streets and secluded cafes that only you know about... I'm so blessed to have you," he smiled and rubbed Anne's arm.

"This is the first announcement to passengers travelling to Paris on flight..." Their getaway was definitely becoming a reality now.

((ooc: Makes sense!))

Anne smiled at the thought of being lost in the streets of Paris, or anywhere in Europe for that matter, with Thomas. She nibbled an apple pastry as Thomas ate his sandwich, then glanced up as he spoke again. A light pink blush tinted her cheeks.

"I'm the one who's blessed..." she leaned into him a bit. "Everything seems so dull, before I met you. I look back on my memories, things I thought I enjoyed before I met you, and I realized that I would have much rather have shared those times with you. They would have been better with you."

Her life had been so black-and-white before. Thomas Wyatt had brought color and vibrance into her life. Really, he'd made her start actually living.

Anne glanced up when the announcement came over the PA system. Then she looked to Thomas, unable to fight the grin that flourished across her place. "That's us, right?"

"Don't say that. It can't have been too dull or you wouldn't have turned into a kind of person I love."

They both had their past. He suspected Anne must have experienced her first crush, her first kiss and her first heartbreak in Paris. Wyatt had never asked about her previous relationships and he never would. Not because he was jealous but because she deserved to have her memories to herself. And what mattered now was that she'd turned into someone he loved beyond the photograph on her father's desk.

"That's us. Ready?" Smiling, Wyatt stole a piece of her pastry that was still left. They were not in a hurry but they might as well get seated in the plane.

"Are we going to have a fight about the window seat?" he teased.

Anne had indeed had her own past of heartbreak and woe. But that all seemed so far behind her now. Places that she thought she'd never enjoy again suddenly had renewed hope. She could share in them with Thomas and make happy memories with him.

Anne smiled and stood up anxiously, only giving him a playfully scolding look when he ate her pastry piece. "Ready, love." She replied as she reached out for his hand.

"Oh, there will be no fighting, I'm getting the window seat," she laughed.

"Perfect. I wanted the aisle seat anyway. Easier for me to keep you from wandering off," Wyatt chuckled and laced their fingers together. "And to discourage shameless flight attendants from hitting on you. Can't have that."

Though it was a joke, he did feel pangs of jealousy from time to time.

The first people to get in were those with business class seats and those who travelled with little kids so that they'd have easier time settling down. Wyatt followed Anne as they were let into the cabin. When seated he couldn't help but kiss her again.

Anne rolled her eyes a bit at him. "As if I'd ever have a need to wander off without you."

Anne was just as guilty of jealousy as Thomas. She didn't like having to pretend not to notice the women at the office flirting with him, and it did happen. But she tried not to let it get too far under her skin.

Anne settled into her seat and smiled when he kissed her. She brought a hand up to push through his hair as she kissed him back. "I love you so much."

Edited 2015-12-26 16:26 (UTC)

It would have been wrong to blame the women for flirting since Wyatt had flirted back before Anne came into his life. So naturally some of them still continued it for they didn't know he wasn't available anymore. Admittedly those situations were awkward for him as well now.

To make things even, in a way, Wyatt sometimes had to attend functions where Henry Tudor circled around Anne, trying to make an impression. Wyatt hated seeing that but all he could do was to hope she didn't fall for that man.

"And I love you," he reciprocated the sentiment. He lifted up the armrest that was between their seats so that they could lean against each other better. Then he digged up a pack of gum from his bag.

"Do you want?" he asked, offering some for her. "I find it helps my ears, or maybe it's just a habit, really."

((ooc: You can timejump straight to Paris if you want or I might do that in my next tag.))

Anne held no ill will against Thomas for the interactions he had with other women. She trusted him. And besides, she had to pretend to enjoy the advances of Henry Tudor when he was around. She had no interest in that wolf-like man, and she tried to make that clear to Thomas whenever possible to soothe his fears.

But for now, there was no Henry Tudor, no Thomas Boleyn nor any other women or suitors. It was just the two of them. Anne leaned into Thomas and took a stick of gum when offered and smiled her thanks.

Soon enough the Parisian skyline was visible. The moment Anne spied the Eiffel Tower, she tugged in Thomas's sleeve and pointed to the view. She couldn't contain her excitement. "Look, Thomas! We're here!" Anne grinned and stared out the window. It had been so long since she'd seen Paris.

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