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

Anne was positively ecstatic as they touched down and the plane landed safely. They couldn't collect their luggage fast enough for her, she couldn't wait to get out and into the city.

As they say in the taxi, Anne couldn't help leaning in and giving Thomas a quick kiss. "It feels like reuniting with an old friend," she answered. "I'm so glad to be back, it's been far too long..."

Anne laced her fingers with Thomas's and took to looking out the window, entranced by the sight of the city.

Anne's reaction to Paris was far more than Wyatt could have anticipated. Her face had lit up and she was practically flying through the airport.

"We could make this an annual thing?" he suggested, squeezing her hand. "And you should come here more often anyway, if it makes you this happy."

Wyatt had spent a good deal of time searching for a hotel that would not be in the most touristy areas of Paris but would still have a central location. A soft bed and nice views over the city from a rooftop terrace had been his other requirements.

"By the look in your eyes, I'm guessing you want to head out to town as soon as we've dropped our suitcases to the hotel."

((ooc: Happy New Year 2016!))

Anne smiled and she squeezed his hand in return. The idea of having an annual vacation like this with Thomas was enthralling to her. Anne nodded and kissed his cheek.

"I'd like that, very much," she whispered. "It could be Paris, it could be anywhere, so long as I'm with you."

Anne blushed at her childlike excitement. But she couldn't help it, and she was glad Thomas supported her glee. "Very much so, if you're up for it - I'd just like to change first. I can't wait to see the hotel you've picked out for us."

((ooc: Happy New Year to you too!!))

Edited 2016-01-02 16:25 (UTC)

"Well. Paris is always easy for a weekend trip. Next year we can save our longer holiday to go somewhere more remote, like... the Caribbean." Though Anne was right, anywhere was good with her.

Wyatt looked down at the shirt and trousers he'd worn to the office all day. No way were they suitable for the restaurant they'd be going to later that night. "Ah yes, I need to change, too."

The taxi turned to a winding side street and headed uphill a bit before dropping them off in front of a white stone building. Wyatt was pleased with the first impression, at least.

They checked in and crammed themselves into an old elevator to go up to the top floor. Wyatt opened the door to their suite and let Anne walk in first.

((ooc: Hotel Particulier Montmartre shall be the inspiration. There doesn't seem to be a rooftop terrace, but it has the kind of charm that I'm thinking of.))

Edited (Fixed the link) 2016-01-02 18:21 (UTC)

Anne's eyes lit and she leaned into him playfully. "Oooh, the Caribbean, I like it. Some place sunny and tropical - you just want to see me in a two-piece bikini," she teased.

She glanced out the window as the taxi slowed down to see if she recognized the area they were in. Vaguely she remembered the shopping district not too far away. A slow smile crept across her face and she looked to Thomas with wide, happy eyes. The ride in the tight elevator wasn't bad at all, Anne was only too happy to lean into him and nuzzle her cheek against his shoulder.

When the doors opened and Thomas unlocked their suite, Anne walked in slowly. She stopped after stepping a few paces into the room, her breath stolen from her chest. "Oh God..." she whispered. The furnishings were beautiful, but the view was what truly stole her heart. Outside she could see the small courtyard, with benches and small metal tables surrounded by trees abloom with pastel-colored blossoms.

Anne turned back to Thomas with pure awe in her eyes. "Thomas, this is...this is beyond wonderful...you arranged this?"

Wyatt had the feeling he didn't need to wait that long to see Anne in a bikini. Suitcases in his hands, he followed her into the tastefully decorated room. Double doors led to a balcony with a small table and chairs.

"It must have been me," he smiled. "This looks better than I hoped for. The website made it look good but this is definitely better."

Wyatt stepped in front of Anne and took her face gently between his hands. A kiss followed this gesture. "Mm, do you need help changing?" One of his hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress.

Anne looked around the suite once more, taking in the view and the adorable balcony. Already she was picturing taking tea in the morning with Thomas beside her. Then she looked back to him and giddily trotted over to him and kissed him.

"It's perfect. Perfect because you arranged it; perfect because you're here," she whispered.

A slow shiver ran up her back as he brought his hand to the zipper of her dress. Her eyes flashed up to him with a gleam of mischief. Anne's own fingers slipped beneath his shirt and she leaned into him. "I could use some help, yes - thank you love."

Her fingers lightly brushed over his skin and abdomen as she leaned up for another kiss.

Wyatt inhaled; the muscles in his stomach tickled with pleasure at the feel of her touch. "I thought so."

He kept kissing her while slowly unzipping the dress. Then he moved to stand behind her and pushed the dress down. Wyatt's mouth had now found her bare back. With his hands settling low on Anne's body he pulled her rear tight against his hips.

"Can't wait to go out," he teased and let his fingers brush between her legs.

Anne moaned softly as he unzipped her dress, getting her of the fabric prison. Then as he moved behind her and pushed the dress down, Anne arched her back a bit, pressing her body into his even as he held her tight. She looked up over her shoulder to him and brought one hand up to drag her fingers along his jaw and through his hair.

"I'm rather tempted to stay in, at least for a bit," Anne whispered, turning towards him. "Until we get properly settled..."

Her fingers moved south, again dragging along his abdomen and down to the clasp and zipper of his pants. Anne moved delicately and slowly, undoing the button and zipper before slowly pushing his pants down as he had her dress.

Wyatt bit his bottom lip. "Oh, now you want to stay in? I can't imagine what brought that change," he chuckled and stepped out of the trousers down at his ankles.

"I've seen these before..." His fingers traced the lace of her panties. "But not this," he continued as he touched over her bra, for their quick lovemaking had happened while she had had the dress on.

"We should test the bed before we go out, don't you think? If we don't like it, we could ask for another one to be brought in while we're dining." He totally wasn't serious.

"The heart wants what the heart wants, especially in the city of love, mon cher," Anne whispered against his ear.

As he admired her bra, Anne arched her back to press her body into his and offer more of her chest to him. Her breasts weren't terribly big, but they weren't so small either. Still she felt the need to accentuate them in this instance.

As Thomas made his joke about the bed, Anne chucked and moved, stepping backwards towards the bed, facing Thomas as she walked. "Indeed we should, make sure it can handle us. Our passion." Anne teased.

Cupping her breast a little firmer, Wyatt followed Anne. His other hand dived into her hair at back.

"Yeah, looks can be deceiving. The bed, I mean. One would think it's built to last but you never know."

He suddenly lifted Anne up into his arms, with her legs around him, and turned so that he could sit down at the edge of the bed.

"So far so good," he smiled against her lips.

Anne cried out in surprise and delight as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he bid and her arms around his neck. When he sat down she adjusted her position so that they could both be more comfortable, and she smiled down at him.

"But we do have a looong way to go, don't we?" she whispered as she leaned in and kissed him.

Anne pressed into him so that he had to lean back and eventually lay down on the bed. She kept her body pressed into his as he lay back, her chest right up against his as her fingers continued to trail down his chest to pause at his hips. All the while her lips kept pressed against his, claiming his lower lip between her own. Anne's hips instinctively began to grind against his.

Lost in the kiss, and quite comfortably sandwiched between Anne and the bed, Wyatt's hands slipped underneath her panties. Kneading her rear while she rocked against him raised the heat and want in him. With failed attempt he tugged her panties down but couldn't remove them with her straddling over him.

Moaning in exasperation his hands moved up to to the bra. Opening the clasp was a no-brainer; not getting her hair caught in it required a bit more concentration-- but then he was pushing the straps off of arms and freeing her breasts. Wyatt glanced down and swallowed. He brought up a hand to play with one nipple, to make it hard, just like a part of his body was turning hard with the constant rubbing Anne subjected to it.

"...so this is Paris," he sighed and bucked up his hips.

Anne felt his fingers working over her panties, trying to get them off. She leaned her hips up, trying to allow him the room to push them down to her knees. Once there she could put more pressure on her hands against the bed and lift her knees to let him pull her panties off altogether.

As her bra loosened, Anne shrugged to get her arms out of the garment and let Thomas throw it aside. She leaned back a bit to watch the work of his fingers over her breasts. Anne sighed in delight as his fingers played with her nipple, and her back arched to press more of her breast into his hand.

She yelped in surprise and arousal as he bucked his hips up. "It is..." she chuckled as she leaned down to kiss him again. Her hair fell in a dark curtain over one shoulder. "The city of love..."

"The city of my love," he whispered and draped a good chunk of her hair around his fist as she leaned down. He knew Anne liked it a bit of rough and a bit of playful and so Wyatt didn't hesitate restricting the movements of her head by holding onto the hair.

Hungry for that kiss, Wyatt's tongue insisted in finding hers; that soft, wet tongue and the warmth of her lips. But what he really wanted was to get her out of her panties, and himself out of his underwear because the throbbing in his body was getting overbearing. It was like he'd been without a long time, yet it was only hours after they'd made love on her bed.

He had been too hasty just a moment ago, not waiting long enough for Anne to move her legs to get undressed. Now, more determined, he let go off her hair and allowed her to lift up her hips in order to push down her panties.

Anne's teeth clenched as Thomas gripped her hair, but in a good way. She did indeed enjoy it when he grasped and even tugged her hair.

Her lips parted eagerly. Her tongue was only too willing to meet and tangle with his. Anne moaned softly at the taste and heart of his mouth. He always tasted so good, so warm and familiar and comforting. Her fingers, wanting the same goal as he, to be rid of his underwear, began to tug them down. They slipped beneath the waistband and moved to pull them down carefully.

Once her hair was free, Anne lifted her hips to allow him to remove her panties. For she too was burning with desire. They were alone and free to do as they pleased without need to rush or be quiet. There was no one to discover them here. And Anne was going to take full advantage of that.

Indeed, they were alone and no was going to disturb them. Wyatt smiled at Anne as she helped him undress for good. His arousal was impossible to hide anyway. After pushing Anne's undies down halfway, Wyatt tipped her over on her back and lifted her legs to remove that one last piece of garment she was wearing. Off they went with the bra somewhere.

And then there were just two naked bodies on the bed. Wyatt's smile stayed on his face for anticipation.

"So beautiful...." He ran his hands along Anne's legs before letting her lower them down again. This was to be a completely different kind of lovemaking from the quickie at her apartment. Slow. Teasing. Passionate. Wyatt stretched out next to Anne but not facing her. Instead, he leaned down the opposite direction so that her hips were close to his face and his hips were close to her face.

Wyatt kissed Anne's bellybutton and swirled his tongue around it before making his way further down between her legs.

Anne sighed in delight as Thomas removed her panties. She bit her lip in that moment of hesitation. So badly she wanted him, but she also wanted to draw this out and enjoy it for as long as possible. As he settled beside her, Anne smirked and gave a low chuckle at his position.

One hand came up to rest on his hip. Her lips caressed his inner thigh, and even her tongue brushed against his skin as she trailed kisses over his thigh. Meanwhile her fingers moved, tracing carefully over his abdomen just beneath her chin. Anne made it a point not to make contact with his length too soon. She took her time leading up to that, just enjoying the sounds of his breathing and the feeling of his mouth against her own skin.

After a few moments Anne brushed the flat side of her tongue over the tip of his cock. She then paused, before continuing again and dragging her tongue along his length, and wrapping her lips around it at the base to take the whole thing in her mouth.

Wyatt glanced over to Anne once but then he was back to concentrating on how soft and silken her skin was. Delicate fingers trailed before his mouth, smoothing over hipbones and finally her opening, revealing pink folds. Just as Anne's tongue teased his cock, Wyatt spread her knees apart for the first taste of her.

A satisfying tremor passed through him, making him pause for a second but then he gripped at Anne's thighs and held her close. All senses heightened, Wyatt licked Anne for her pleasure as much as his own. He loved the feel of his cock in the warm, wet embrace of her mouth and the pulsing it created in him.

Taking care to move - for his certainly didn't want Anne to accidentally bite him - Wyatt pulled her along to a position where he lied on his back and she was on top, her knees on the bed on both sides of his face.

As Thomas began to move them, Anne did take care to let her mouth slip away from his cock so that she didn't accidentally cause him pain. Once they were settled again, Anne adjusted herself so that her weight rested upon her elbows and knees against the mattress. Again her lips parted to take him in deep into her mouth. Her tongue slid along his length, curving to cradle the shaft as she moved her mouth up and down.

All the while, her fingers trailed along his thighs, against his sides. As she took him in all the way, Anne sucked hard at his member. She moaned softly to send vibrations rolling through his length. Her fingers pinched and pressed softly into his skin, desperate and needing him.

She wanted to please him. She wanted him to know how much she loved him and how ecstatic she was to have this time with him. All alone.

He was all hers and she was all his.

Oh, there was no doubt that she pleased him. Heat and cold rippled through Wyatt's veins as Anne's hands and mouth worked on him. And he, in turn, held tight around her thighs, aiming to give her orgasm with his tongue between her legs.

When it became impossible not to moan and shudder from satisfaction, Wyatt paused but not for long. He knew he was very close to climax and she must have known that too, since her feverish sucking was already causing him to drip inside her mouth. Wyatt squeezed Anne's rear and brushed his tongue all the more demanding against her opening.

Anne felt the tight, burning heat inside her as his tongue went to work between her thighs. Each brush of his lips and tongue sent tremors rolling through her. Anne couldn't help moaning and arching her body into him more. She was trembling atop him, and she knew at any moment she was set to burst.

As she tasted the salty taste of him as he dripped into her mouth, Anne couldn't help sighing on delight. She continued sucking intently, eager to draw more out of him. Her head bobbed up and down and in a steadily increasing rhythm.

But she wouldn't last long. She was right on the verge of breaking down and being overwhelmed by her own orgasm. Anne only hoped that the intent way she pressed her fingers into his thighs conveyed her lust and how close she was.

Wyatt registered Anne's hands on his thighs and the brush of her breasts against his stomach. Over all of them was the maddening feeling of her sucking him. He could sense she was close and he really, really wanted to push her over the edge before himself but it was getting too difficult to hold on.

Much too difficult. He gripped his hands around Anne's waist and didn't fight against the release anymore.

"Ahh, Anne... good..." He stopped licking her momentarily, for his head had fell back in satisfaction. After a couple of deep breaths, Wyatt's attention was on Anne again.

Edited (Sorry, edited a bit as I wasn't really happy with it.) 2016-01-28 20:30 (UTC)

Anne clamped her lips around Thomas's cock as she felt the tell-tale twitch of his release. She drank it all down and licked him clean as he began licking her again.

Each brush of his tongue over her sensitive flesh had Anne crying out. Until she couldn't fight off her release either. Her body trembled and quaked, and Anne tilted her head back and cried out for him.

"God, Thomas! Yes...!" Anne moaned aloud and arched her body more into his mouth. "So good..."

Her fingers squeezed and caressed over his thighs as her orgasm ebbed.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject