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

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.

Anne chuckled as he teased her with that nickname. When Thomas crossed to her side of the bed and offered her space beneath the blanket, Anne was only too eager to stand up and slip into the blanket with him.

To watch the sunset with him, in Paris, with the Eiffel Tower in the background with Thomas. It was paradise.

"C'est magnifique," Anne whispered, looking out to the scenery. After a moment at the balcony, looking out to the city below, Anne turned and looked over her shoulder to Thomas. She brushed a soft kiss to his neck and nuzzled the curve of his jaw.

There must have been other lovers watching this particular Parisian sunset but this balcony and this experience was all theirs. Wyatt had them wrapped in the blanket as they stood near the railing. Magnificent, indeed.

When Anne tilted her head to kiss him, Wyatt became very aware of her soft body pressed against him. He loosened the hold of his arms so that Anne could turn around completely.

"Both so beautiful. You and the sunset." He gave her a tiny kiss at the corner of her mouth, and on the other side, and over her chin, and back to the mouth... and then he claimed her lips completely.

Oh there were most definitely other lovers watching the sunset, but they mattered not to Anne. She wanted nothing more than to just be here with Thomas, held tight in his arms - all alone, with no one to discover them or ruin the moment.

She turned in his arms when he loosened his grip upon her, both hands came up to rest against his chest as she leaned into him. When he trailed kisses on and around her mouth, Anne smiled and even giggled softly. Her lips parted a bit as she kissed him back.

"Thank you Thomas," she whispered, wrapping both arms around his neck. "You spoil me, by bringing me here. There's no place I'd rather be, and no one I'd rather be with."

"Nor I," he confirmed and kissed her again. "You're the best passionfruit I've had." Since Anne had her hands around his neck, Wyatt could easily pick her up by holding tight around her waist. He lifted her just enough to get her feet off the ground, and turned around to step back into the room.

Once there, Wyatt let Anne down and tossed the blanket on the bed. His hands slid across her back, feeling the contours of her body. Delicate fingers danced downward and lifted up the hem of the shirt Anne was wearing - his shirt - findind the bare skin of her rear. It was... incredibly arousing.

A low grunting sound came out of his mouth as he pressed Anne against himself. It was a far cry from the well-thought lines of poetry he wrote but it felt just as right.

Again she chuckled, breaking out into full-on laughter as he lifted her up off the ground. Her knees bent so that her feet came up behind her, brushing against the hem of his shirt at her back. As he tossed the blanket on the bed and his fingers found the hem of the shirt, she leaned up to kiss him, her own fingers finding the hem of the pants he had donned to get the food.

The grunt, to her, was just as poetic as the lines he wrote for the paper, and for her. She loved the sound, and found it just as arousing. Her body pressed into his, arching into his touch as her lips moved from his own and to his ear.

Anne loved the reaction she got out of him each time she paid such loving attention to his ear. The tremors and sighs he gave always made her feel triumphant and wanted. Desired.

It was very true, he felt a little weak every time she kissed and sucked his ear. Even now, his shoulders twitched and the movement of his hands came to a halt. He exhaled deep and called for her name.

"Anne." It was good that her name was so easy to say. "Anne... love." Wyatt kissed her neck. His ears, her neck... they both knew what the other one liked. He moved them closer to the bed. Anne was right, he needed to get rid of his clothes.

"Mm, wait." But not for long. Only as long as it took him to pull off his shirt. Now they both had just one piece of clothing on and it was up to her to either undress herself or him first.

Edited 2016-03-15 23:33 (UTC)

Anne gasped softly against his ear as he kissed her neck. She tipped her head back to give him more skin, wanting more of his lips against her neck. They did indeed know what the other liked, and with minimal effort in figuring it out. It was as if they'd known already. As if they'd known all along.

She tugged gently at his pants once he pulled his shirt off. Taking off one piece of clothing wasn't enough. Not for her. Anne leaned up into him again, her hand found his and brought it to the hem of the shirt she wore. Anne wanted him to undress her and for her to undress him. How it was intended, in her mind. Her arms wrapped around her and she pressed her fingers into his back. Pulling him close, letting her fingers slide down and push down on his pants. Wanting to be rid of them.

"Thomas..." she whispered. Indeed, his name felt equally easy to breathe as a litany from her lips. There was no other word that would be as easy to say.

"Yes...," he gasped. His fingers slid along her sides, bringing the shirt up to her shoulderblades. That was as far as he could lift it while her hands were exploring his back and below. Another grunt left his lips.

No but he couldn't wait. He forced the shirt over Anne's head, messing her hair even more. Both hands took hold of her face; Wyatt pressed a hard, passionate kiss on her lips and moaned. He wanted to hold her tight but if Anne meant to pull down his pants, he had to let her move.

Edited 2016-03-19 00:52 (UTC)

As the shirt climbed up her body, Anne moved her arms to allow him to pull the garment up over her head. Her dark hair fell in a tussled mess, a sharp contrast in darkness next to her creamy skin. As he pulled her in close, kissed her hard, she returned his kiss, parting her lips to deepen it. And while their lips locked, Anne pushed his pants down as far as she could without breaking the kiss. Then she reached up with her foot and pulled them down the rest of the way. She pressed the garment down to the floor, allowing Thomas to step out of it.

That was definitely new. Wyatt was amused at how flexible Anne was, though it really shouldn't have come as a surprise. He certainly didn't object to her methods of undressing him.

"Happy now?" he grinned and let his hands roam across Anne's back while keeping a small distance so he could admire her. "I like these..." He reached down to kiss the swell of her breasts; hot lips explored that skin so soft. And then, since he was so conveniently positioned, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

"Elated," she replied playfully, laughing softly as he leaned down and kissed over her breasts. Like her neck, they were so incredibly sensitive. Every touch of his lips and scratch of his stubble had Anne sighing and moaning softly his name.

As he lifted her, Anne wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to claim his lips with her own. One hand moved, pushing through his hair and tugging just slightly.

This was so much like a fairy tale; her knight in poet's armor whisking her away to a beautiful land, one she considered home. And now she was able to share that home with him, her love. Anne couldn't be happier.

He stopped by the bed, his mind half gone. Anne's fingers... her lips... soft skin... they all wrapped up into one pleasurable sensation as Wyatt pressed her against himself, deepening the kiss. Thankfully they had already set aside plates and forks, so there was nothing stopping Wyatt from lowering Anne on the sheets.

He crawled on top of her, one hand sliding over her breast, past her neck and into her hair, pushing it away from her face. His fingers found her mouth but not for long before he was kissing her again. Tongue slipped in between her lips and made him shiver with passion.

Anne lay back against the bed as he set her down. It was a natural motion for her, settling in beneath him as he crawled atop her. Both arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him flush against her. Eagerly Anne met his kiss with her own passion, parting her lips to allow his tongue entrance.

He tasted of almonds, chocolate cake and wine. Anne found that she immediately wanted more.

Both legs bent at the knee, her feet sliding up along the bed as her thighs pressed in at either side of him. Anne's body arched into his as her fingers trailed down his spine, allowing her hands to explore his back more fully.

Wyatt settled between Anne's legs, making sure not to crush her though she was pulling him close. Loving the feeling of skin on skin, he moved his hips as if they were already making love.

"Mm... I do love you," he mumbled against her mouth. If she only knew how many times he had imagined this moment since booking the hotel. She deserved to feel appreciated and wanted. Wyatt's kisses turned from heated to soft and lingering. In his daydreams, however, there had been no need to pause to reach for condoms... not that it took a terribly long time before he was prepared.

His hand slid along her leg and under the backside, lifting her slightly. Eyes half closed but looking straight at her, Wyatt slowly pushed himself deep inside of her.

As Thomas moved atop her, Anne's own body responded to his movements in kind. Her body arched against his, moving right along with him and slowly grinding her hips against his.

"I love you too," she whispered just as feverishly. Anne was not put off at all when he had to pause and retrieve a condom. His actions resumed soon enough, at any rate.

As he pressed into her, Anne arched her body and tipped her head back. She moaned softly and leaned up to kiss him hard. It's a fulfilling feeling, having him inside her, between her legs. Both legs bent up to squeeze on either side of his hips, just deepening their connection. Over and over again she whispered and sighed that she loved him. She never wanted him to feel any doubt when it came to them.

"God...," he gasped before Anne's mouth covered his. Wyatt tipped his head down so that she didn't need to reach up to him but could instead rest more comfortably against the pillows. He supported himself on elbows which meant his weight wasn't completely on her but almost was.

Wyatt stayed still for a moment, wanting to feel the warmth of her before pulling out. "God, Anne." His hips made another slow downward motion. Then a faster one. Pushing her... and kissing her.. and pinning her to the bed with each thrust. Not like the quicky on her bedroom but with rolling, deep thrusts that made her rock underneath him.

Edited 2016-03-31 22:15 (UTC)

Anne didn't mind his weight on top of her. She loved it, in fact. She loved feeling him rest atop her, especially during moments such as this.

As he slowly set the pace, Anne's hands reached for his, meaning to lace their fingers as they made love. Another way of deepening their connection. They were taking their time this round, just feeling and absorbing every little sensation that he gave her. Although, the sensations she felt with him were far from little. Anne felt her body already beginning to tingle and grow warmer beneath him. Again she whispered his name as her lips brushed over his chin, down the groove of his neck and to his shoulder.

He gladly laced their fingers and kissed them as his head drooped over her shoulder. It was so good... she felt so good. Wyatt hummed in satisfaction. One hand trailed down to Anne's thigh and lifted her leg up over his back.

"Mmh, good. You're good?" A deep sigh left his lips, to mirror his movements. He picked up the pace then, leaning even more against her because he loved it just as much she did. "You're amazing." He panted slightly but that certainly didn't stop him from kissing her.

As Thomas bid her leg to wrap around to his back, Anne wrapped both of her legs loose around him. Giving him the freedom to move and set the pace for as slow or fast and as deep as he wanted.

"Perfect," she sighed in reply. "You feel so good, oh God, Thomas!" Anne cried out for him as her hips moved in unison with his, allowing him in deeper. Her core tightened around him as he continued at that steady, sublime pace.

He felt so good inside her; better than good. This was paradise, being tangled in his limbs with the sheets around and beneath them.

"Sometimes... sometimes when I'm sleeping alone, I wake up... you whispering my name." And sometimes waking up like that made him stare into the darkness, wondering and fearing that he was only imagining everything. That she was just a dream, or a mirage.

"But you're here." He said it to assuage himself more than her. There was nothing doubtful about this moment. He could feel her so fully with every inch of his body. Dreamlike, yes, but not a mirage.

"Love you," he gasped. "Almost there..."

Anne looked up into his eyes as he spoke, sighing and moaning softly as he continued that steady rhythm. She smiled and kissed him hard once again. Anne nipped slightly at his lower lip, trying to further prove to him, and to herself, that this was indeed real.

"I'm here," she whispered. "I'm here, my love. Always."

Anne felt her core continue tightening around his length, the tingling heat inside her growing hotter and harder with each push. "Yes...oh God, yes Thomas-!" Anne writhed beneath him, feeling her body tremble and quake. "Right there! I'm there-!"

She cried out for him as the tension became too much for her to bear, and suddenly all the tension released in a rush that flooded her from her core to her head. Anne's body arched against him and she leaned up to kiss him deep. Sealing the act.

He did believe her. It was difficult to be sure of other people but he knew Anne would always be there for him, and he for her.

But this moment was for more carnal love than any other. To urge her orgasm, Wyatt pushed himself up a bit to give a different angle to those thrusts. When she finally cried out and her muscles tightened around him, he found his release soon after. With moans and sighs and trembling limbs he settled over Anne, breathing heavily into her neck after that kiss.

"Aah... nothing compares to you," he managed to say, fingers combing through Anne's hair. "You and Paris. Perfect match."

Edited (fixing a silly typo) 2016-04-10 00:37 (UTC)

Anne's body arched as he hit that new angle. It sent sparks rushing through her. Each and every thrust had a whole new sensation rolling through her body. Making her climax last that much longer as she felt his own release; the tell-tale twitch of his cock gave it away even if she couldn't feel the heat of him fill her up. No, she didn't want to end up pregnant unexpectedly.

She wouldn't mind carrying Thomas Wyatt's child, but not yet. Not now.

Now, they had a holiday to enjoy. Together, just the two of them.

Anne sighed as he settled, and she nuzzled against his forehead. Her lips brushed over his temple as she recovered her breathing once again. "I love you...so much." For being with her, for all of this. She couldn't ask for a better man.

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