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

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."

Edited 2016-02-20 21:55 (UTC)

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.

A smile and a tap at Anne's chin were the proof that Wyatt was touched at her little poem. She could be tough at work but with him, she truly was loving and kind. This trip was a test to their relationship; not before had they spent so many days in each other's company.

After tasting the wine, and approving of it, he placed the trays on the bed and loaded them with food from the trolley. Their omelets were nice and warm, the salad and bread looked delicious. Raspberries and whipped cream adorned the chocolate cake slices.

Wyatt got comfortable on the bed. "Definitely glad we didn't go out."

Anne settled into the bed with the trays beside them. Carefully she set her wine on the bedside table and began to eat. The food was as good as she remembered, but certainly not the best that France had to offer. But she wasn't about to point that out to Thomas, and nor was she really missing anything or felt the need to complain.

They were alone, enjoying fabulous French food in Paris.

"No place I'd rather be," she replied, sipping her wine again before finishing her omelet and then nibbling her cake. "This is so much more relaxing than going out into the city would be. Gives us a chance to settle after the flight. Couldn't ask for better company."

Anne smiled and speared a bite of cake, but held the fork up in offering to Thomas.

For a moment they both ate silently, enjoying the simple dinner and each other's company. Outside their little nest, streetlights were gradually replacing the setting sun.

"Neither could I. All that I want is right here."

After chewing down the offered piece of cake, Wyatt leaned in to kiss Anne. "Mm, nice. Tomorrow you can show me your favourite patisserie."

He in turn took one raspberry between his fingers and brought it to Anne's lips.

((ooc: I'm sorry, still slow. Writing in English doesn't come easy when I'm tired.))

Anne was only too eager to kiss Thomas back, faintly tasting the chocolate cake on his lips and tongue. She smiled when he spoke and nodded.

"Can't wait, we can buy a dozen macarons and eat them throughout the day," just as she had done before during her school days.

As he brought the raspberry to her lips, Anne opened her mouth slowly and let her tongue slip out from between her lips to brush over Thomas' fingers as she took the berry into her mouth and ate it slowly.

((ooc: That's all right! Hope you're feeling well and that things calm down soon!))

He kissed his own fingers after they had been touched by her lips.

"How does a dozen macarons last all day? Impossible!" he laughed and digged into the other piece of cake. While it wasn't that big, it was made of a rich chocolate and therefore very filling to eat. He finished the wine, too.

"We could wake up early and walk to see the Eiffel before the crowds of tourists? Though that would mean we have to go to bed early..."

Anne laughed and finished off her omelet before she took her glass of wine again, continuing to sip.

"Perhaps we should get two dozen then - especially the apricot and passionfruit with jam filling," Anne's mouth was already watering. Even though she was already full.

"Yes, if there are any sights we're planning on seeing like the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame Cathedral, we should do it early in the day," tourists would still be asleep in the early hours.

Anne pouted her lips though at the prospect of going to bed early. She leaned forward and kissed him at the first opportunity - tasting the chocolate cake on his lips. "Mmm...chocolate tastes even better on your lips. But...if we're to go to bed early, I suppose we should do so sooner than later, non?"

Amused, Wyatt shook his head. "You're my little passionfruit." His hand came up to her neck while they kissed, and stopped there for a moment. Eyes twinkling, he glanced outside.

"Not too soon. There's a lovely sunset." Wyatt set aside his empty plates and got up, draping one soft blanket around his shoulders. He walked to Anne's side of the bed and held out the blanket so that she could wrap herself inside it, too.

"Come out to the balcony." Off in the distance was Eiffel Tower lit up with lights.

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