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

Anne usually kept her wrists too adorned with sleek bracelets, so she didn't bother with wearing a watch - especially not when she could look up the time on her phone as well. When Thomas whined playfully and dropped over her, Anne laughed in delight and pushed her hands against his chest.

"You know I haven't got it in me to be cruel to you," she rolled her eyes at him. Then he pulled her into that hug, and she hugged him back. "Oh no, lover. Nothing on my mind - and we can cancel dinner if you like. I simply didn't want to spoil anything you may have planned."

Her fingers trailed down the ridge of his spine as she arched her body in against his. "You know as well as I that I would be more than content to just stay in bed with you all night long."

"Not cruel, mon amour, but very devious... and teasing..." He peppered Anne with small kisses in between words. Her fingers sent pleasing chills down his spine.

"I want to go and I don't want to go. It's a nice restaurant and we'd have to get dressed properly." He demonstrated the dilemma by running his hand through Anne's hair, lifting strands up and curling them around his fingers. Oh yeah, that wasn't helping the work she'd have to do to look presentable.

"I'm hungry, though." He grunted a bit and rolled around to the other side of the bed. The table on that side had the guest folder of the hotel. It contained all the information about the services available and some brochures of Paris attractions. Wyatt snapped the menu and returned to Anne.

"Um, let's see..." The list included salads, quiche of the day, sandwiches, omelets, fruit and an array of desserts as well as drinks. It was also possible to order a couple of warm dishes.

"What do you think? We could order a bit of everything and go for a walk later if we wish."

Anne chuckled and returned each and every kiss he offered. She shared his dilemma, wanting to go and begin experiencing Paris with him, but loving just being able to lie in bed with him, without having to rush or sneak out. Anne smiled as he played with her hair, loving the feeling of his fingers in her long tresses, even if he really was messing her hair up in a way. She didn't mind at all.

As he retrieved the guest folder, Anne sat up and rested against him, laying her arm across his chest as she cuddled in close.

"Whatever you'd like to do love. We can go to dinner or we can order in and go or a walk. Parisian cafes and bistros aren't going anywhere," she teased, leaning up and kissing his jaw. "We have plenty of time."

Without realizing it, her fingers trailed over his chest. Tracing intricate patterns over his skin and up to his shoulder.

"Aren't you docile tonight. You're practically inviting me to take advantage of you," he smiled and dropped the menu from his hand as she started drawing swirls on his bare skin. For a moment Wyatt simply watched Anne.

And then he couldn't stop a big yawn which dissolved into a burst of laughter.

"It's not you, I promise." Except that it kind of was, but in a good way.

"Doesn't look like either of us is moving to get ready, huh? Paris will have to wait."

Anne laughed as well when he yawned that way. When he proclaimed that they would stay in for tonight, or at least for the moment, Anne turned to climb atop him. She smiled playfully at him. "Very well, then Paris will wait."

She arched her hips down into his while she leaned down and kissed him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples dragging over his skin. Anne loved the feeling, and she couldn't help moaning against his lips. Both hands came to rest on the bed on either side of his head. Her lips remained pressed against his for a long moment before Anne leaned back and smirked down at him.

"You still have to feed me, lover," Anne laughed.

A stupid grin on his face Wyatt let the agile little monkey use him as a horizontal climbing tree. His hands found a comfortable place at the small of her back.

Anne wasn't the only one moaning into that kiss. The press of her hips was driving him crazy. When Anne raised herself up, allowing him a better view, Wyatt's hands cupped her breasts.

"I will feed you, mistress, if you fetch me my phone. It should be in my bag. Check the side pocket, too." That he mentioned to make sure Anne found the package of condoms in it. He needed those at hand.

If she did what he asked, Wyatt would have time to pull aside the bedspread so they'd be able to slip between the sheets.

Anne smiled, a little glint sparking in her eye as he called her 'mistress'. It was amusing, in a way. Anne smiled as she leaned in again, pressing a soft and warm kiss upon his lips. "Very well, I'll fetch it for you my lord."

She teased him right back with her turn of phrase. Anne got up from the bed and stepped over to his bag. She made it a point to bend over enticingly, arching her rear in the air as she picked through the bag. Soon enough she found the phone and moved on to the side pocket. Anne smiled as she found the package of condoms.

When she stood up, Anne held the condom package aloft and tipped her head. "Hmm...mister Wyatt, what have we here?"

Anne sauntered over to the bed and settled down beside him again, sitting up though with her back against the headboard.

Wyatt blew Anne a kiss when she left his side, and then faked shock to what she found in his bag.

"Why? Wha-? No, no, that's not mine. I meant the gum," he shook his head but laughed right after, taking his belongings from her.

As they sat leaning into each other, Wyatt flipped through his phone to find the e-mail conversation with the restaurant. After the necessary phonecall to change the date of their table reservation to the next day, Wyatt picked up the menu again to choose his favourites from it.

"Omelets, salad, bread.. slices of chocolate cake?" he went though the list again. "Wine, water. Anything else you crave for?"

Anne laughed aloud as he feigned his innocence. Playfully she smacked him in the chest and settled in beside him. As he brought the menu up she looked over the pages with him, evaluating their options.

"Hmm...omelets might be a good option. After such a long flight and being a bit late in the evening as it is. Don't want anything too heavy, I enjoy a nice omelet with goat cheese and basil. And of course we'll need wine. We're celebrating, after all," Anne smiled as she kissed his cheek. "Perhaps a light dessert, chocolate cake might be nice. But goodness knows we'll have plenty of places to explore during our time here that have rich desserts. No need to overwhelm ourselves in one evening."

Anne leaned back and stretched, resting against the pillows and closing her eyes. Her hair lay about her head like a dark halo. "Mmm...this is so nice."

Wyatt pulled a corner of the light-weight bedcover to partly cover them. Maybe it was false modesty, considering Anne had no trouble showing off her naked form, but he didn't want her to get chilly.

"Your wish is my command. Omelets and wine, what could be more glamorous!" Wyatt winked just before Anne closed her eyes. She looked amazing; Wyatt's heart nearly stopped beating. He kissed her nose.

"I'll make the call then."

After placing the order of food which included wine that the hotel staff recommended, Wyatt stretched out next to Anne, his hand across her belly.

"Max half an hour, they said," he whispered to her.

Anne took the bedcover in hand and pulled it up a bit more. It was a cozy feeling, lying in bed with him beneath blankets. He was always so considerate of her, and Anne appreciated every moment of it.

As Thomas made the call, Anne made a list in her head all the places they should visit in Paris. The museums, of course, and her favorite patisseries. Perhaps they could even picnic by the river. It sounded so decadent and romantic, Anne found herself almost giddy in anticipation.

When he finished and rolled beside her, Anne cuddled in close to him, bringing a hand up to brush her fingers over his jaw. "I see," she replied, leaning in and kissing him softly. "Thank you...so much, for all this. You're spoiling me."

"You might have mentioned that before," he hummed, referring to him spoiling her. "I enjoy it. You're always happy with whatever I do."

Whatever he did wasn't probably good enough for Anne's father. He'd want his daughter to be spoiled by someone richer and more influential, but Anne... Wyatt didn't know why but she chose to be with him.

"I'm glad we stayed in but come to think of it, I need to get dressed to open the door when our food arrives." Wyatt chuckled, his hand moving lazily along Anne's body under the blanket.

"I will wrap myself in the sheets like a Roman in a toga."

Anne rolled her eyes, yet still smiled at him. Thus far, yes, she had been happy with everything he'd done. Even meeting his son, as nerve-wracking as that had been. She didn't worry about what her father thought. He would have liked someone wealthier than Thomas for her, someone of influence who could take her places in the world. But he didn't take into account that such a person wouldn't necessarily love her.

Thomas loved her. Thomas was dedicated to her. And she to him.

Anne laughed at his remark about having to get dressed. "Well my dear, that's your problem, not mine." She turned towards him, letting the sheet fall a bit, revealing one full breast and the swell of the other. "Mmmm, now that actually sounds rather enjoyable. All wrapped up in the sheets, like we're kings and queens of old."

"Is that so? Only my problem?" Wyatt shook his head, not accepting her statement. As Anne showed more skin, he held back in trying to add something more clever and instead moved quietly down on the bed so that he could kiss those breasts. One hand slid below her rear and lifted a leg over his waist.

"You'd look fabulous in regal sheets," he mused, pressing his lips against her soft skin. Anne could feel a flicker of his tongue as well. "No need for clothes at all."

Wyatt looked up to meet Anne's gaze. "Did you dream of being a princess when you were little?"

Anne laughed again and settled against his as he pulled her near. Her leg slid easily over his hip, and when his lips caressed her skin Anne sighed in delight. Her fingers pushed softly through his hair, tugging gently at his curls.

Wanting more. Always.

"A princess? No," Anne smiled as she nuzzled the top of his head.

Picturing a picturesque villa near the Mediterranean, with open walls to the balcony and the two of them tangled in silken sheets on the bed.

"I dreamed of being queen."

Silently, Wyatt stared at Anne. His smile started out small but spread wide at her admission.

"A queen! Of course." He chuckled and scrambled up to her level again so he could claim her lips. "My queen." He deepened the kiss as he pushed Anne against the bed. Supporting himself on his elbows, Wyatt's arms went under Anne's arms, touching her head; one leg between her legs.

"I wanted to read. To be a reader, and later a writer," Wyatt said when he was done kissing her for the time being. "I didn't give one damn thought for kings or queens, but now that I have you..." He brushed their noses together and grinned.

Anne grinned and kissed him back, sighing softly into the kiss. She laughed as he pushed her against the bed. Both legs bent up, arching her hips against his thigh.

"Mmmm, so you were born with a poet's quill in hand," she nuzzled her forehead against his as he leaned in close. So close. She loved being this close and warm with him. "I love you..." silently she thought to herself how they simply must have been created for each other.

"Do you believe in fate, Thomas? In destiny?"

Naturally Wyatt did most of his writing on his laptop but the idea of writing with a real feather quill became suddenly appealing. He brought up a hand to draw swirls across Anne's collarbones.

"I love you more," he whispered. He'd never grow weary of saying it, or hearing her say it.

"In fate? I do," he then replied without hesitation. Even if there had been a time he thought he loved someone else vey much, it didn't compare to this feeling. His marriage was already on the rocks by the time Anne returned from Paris - from this city - and Wyatt wanted to believe it was meant to be that way. He had been free to fall for Anne.

"But the day you pretended to be George, and texted me from his phone... I don't know if that was fate, or just you being devious."

Anne laughed softly. "Devious? Moi?" But she couldn't keep a straight face to defend herself for that one.

"I almost didn't, you know," she pushed her fingers through his hair. "I almost left it there, after all it's not my business to go through my brother's phone."

She'd never done it before - except when George had been busy and asked her to call someone or respond to a text. What had possessed her to do it that night, she wasn't sure. It had to have been fate.

"But thank God I did," she whispered, leaning in to yet again brush her lips over his.

"Yes, thank God, knowing you had the hots for the mysterious Poet at the time. I always feel a little insecure thinking about him," Wyatt teased. Enjoying her touch, his head nodded down and he sighed.

"Ah... I do need to get up. You're much too tempting and I'd hate to be interrupted in the middle of-." He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. "Wait."

After pushing himself up from the bed, Wyatt opened his suitcase and chose a new t-shirt and boxer shorts. Now he could at least open the door. He held out another white shirt of his and tossed it at Anne's feet.

"You want something from your suitcase?"

Anne chuckled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. Her fingers continued tussling his curls. "I would be worried if I were you, I hear he's good with his tongue," she teased right back.

She let him up and watched as he got re-dressed. When he tossed the shirt to her, Anne took it in hand and pulled it over her head. She lay back against the pillows and got comfortable.

"No, I'm all right, this'll do just fine," she smiled, curling a lock of dark hair around her finger.

Wyatt laughed at her comment. "Rumours! Just rumours, Anne."

He picked up the clothes they had shed earlier, piling them up on a chair so that if the person delivering food was to take a peek inside, the first thing they saw wouldn't be underwear.

"Come on, food. We're hungrrry," he growled, smiling though, and stopped to admire Anne. "Yeah, you look just fine," he said with a soft look in his eyes. He loved it when she wore his shirts.

Just as Wyatt was about to join her again, there was a knock on the door. The food was delivered on a trolley and with it came two wooden trays. Wyatt thanked the man, in French, and rolled the trolley in.

"Food for my queen! Kiss for me first," he announced and leaned over the bed.

Anne laughed and relaxed back against the pillows as Thomas tidied up. She began toying with the hem of his shirt, pulling it down, and pulling it up - showing off the curve of a slender hip and the swell of her thigh. Her dark eyes glanced up at Thomas playfully, teasing him.

But she was just as comfortable and enjoyed it just as much when she wore his shirts. They smelled like him, and they comforted her. Really, she wanted to have one of his shirts with her on the nights when he couldn't stay over.

But this was much better anyway.

Anne pulled up on the covers so that the delivery man wouldn't accidentally see her - though everything of importance was covered anyway. When Thomas closed the door and proclaimed his desire, Anne smiled and leaned up, bringing her hand to his jaw to bring him in for a kiss.

"A kiss for my poet," she whispered after breaking the kiss. "For my one and only."

Wyatt's fingers slid along her neck and shoulder before he pulled back with a chuckle. The wine bottle in the trolley caught his attention. "Ahah, hold these," he asked and handed Anne the glasses so he could pour them drinks. Eating in bed could get messy if one wasn't careful.

"A toast is in order." Wyatt sat at the edge of the bed and retrieved one wine-filled glass back from Anne. There was so much he could say. Holding up the glass he waited for the right words to come forth.

"Sighs are my food, drink are my tears..." But those were not the right words. They belonged to a sad poem of his that had been published in the paper before he started seeing Anne.

Wyatt shook his head, smiling. "No more sighs. No more tears since I got you in my life. I love you. I know we'll have a great trip. To us."

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Anne took the glasses and held them carefully as he filled them with wine. She only let go of one glass when Thomas moved to take it. She smiled to his toast and brought up her own glass.

"No more tears. No more sadness. And henceforth, you shall me find to you be both gentle, loving and kind," she showed her own minimal talents in poetic syntax. But her skills paled in comparison to his. "To us, to our trip, and to freedom."

Anne clicked her glass against his and took a slow sip.

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