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

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.

She could probably ask for a man who wasn't husband to someone else, but since Anne could look past that one detail, Wyatt was more than satisfied. There was a momentary pause in the way he played with her long, gorgeous hair when she made the announcement.

"And I love you," he whispered back, his earnest voice a testament of the fact. He normally hesitated saying it right after making love, because of fear that it might sound like that he cared for sex more than her personality, but then again, how could he not say it?

Wyatt settled close beside Anne, relishing in the warmth between them. From the bed they had a nice view of the dark Parisian night. Pigeons were cooing on the rooftops somewhere. It was a soothing sound and Wyatt didn't feel like talking over it now.

She could ask for such a man, but she understood that he was actively pursuing a divorce from his wife, and that their son was complicating the matter. Anne didn't want Thomas to lose contact with his son just to expedite his divorce. That wouldn't be fair.

But she said no more and cuddled in close to him. Soon they were fast asleep in each others' arms.

****

The next day came, and after sleeping in and enjoying a leisurely shower, Anne begged Thomas to dress quickly so that they could go out and have breakfast in the city. Anne herself dressed in a white halter dress with blue floral print and put a loose denim jacket overtop it to keep from getting chilly. Once Thomas was dressed they left the hotel and began walking the streets.

Anne was overwhelmed, remembering everything from her days here. Her eyes grew glassy as she remembered, though she bit her lower lip to keep from crying.

"There's a little cafe up on the corner, they have the most wonderful crepes and breakfast dishes," she told him, speaking in French so that they didn't stick out too much as tourists.

There was lightness in Wyatt's step as he walked by Anne's side. She looked stunning. Just being in her company felt like increasing his own worth. Wyatt had taken a cue from Anne's clothing and chosen blue jeans with a white shirt. A soft jacket in brown color matched his shoes and a belt. He was happy to look like an Englishman next to an almost-French beauty.

Wyatt's accent seeped through when he replied in otherwise good French. "Oh, excellent. I'm famished. I know they won't be serving eggs and sausages but as long I can get a large tea, I'll be in heaven." French breakfast was generally much lighter than its English counterpart but he trusted Anne to take him somewhere that sold more than tiny croissants with jam.

Though as hungry as he was, Wyatt wasn't rushing forward. No, not on these cobblestone streets lined by quaint boutiques to windowshop.

"I want to stop by there after breakfast," he said and pointed to an antique store.

Anne was absolutely enthralled with the scenery and sounds of Paris. She couldn't stop herself from leaning into Thomas as they walked. Anne loved it when Thomas spoke French, it was exotic hearing the language pour from his lips as so, accent or not.

Anne glanced to the boutique-lined street when Thomas pointed it out. She smiled and nodded her agreement, although still chuckling over his lament on missing an English breakfast.

"Yes, love, I promise you'll get a proper breakfast, I would never steer you wrong," she teased playfully before stopping at a cafe nearby. "This place will do nicely."

It was a cafe that served excellent tea and filling omelettes alongside pastries and homemade jams. If Thomas wanted sausage, he would have to get it in an omelette, but still. It was better than the parfait and pastry shop she would stop by before classes during her university years - she knew that wouldn't sustain him.

Wyatt opened the door for Anne, though he didn't let her pass without giving him a kiss first. Inside the cafe was a nice quiet atmosphere; they were greeted warmly and shown to a table for two.

"Looks good," he said still in French and picked up the menu. "Let's see what they have." He quickly discarded the idea of an omelette. After all, they'd had that just last night. A man could live without saugages.

"I'll have a large tea, a cheese muffin and a crepe with fruit," he told the waiter and held off smiling too wide. He'd leave it to Anne to prove they weren't both tourists.

Anne smiled as he opened the door and kissed him softly before proceeding inside. She settled into a seat near the window overlooking the patio and looked over the menu. When the waiter arrived she let Thomas order before giving hers.

"A large tea for me as well, please. And a pain au chocolat with a cup of fruit," Anne ordered in near-flawless French. As the waiter left she smiled up to Thomas. "French breakfast typically only consists of a pastry - they save their calories for rich and fatty dinners."

The waiter soon returned with the tea and Anne added only a bit of milk and honey to hers before she took a sip. "Do you like the city so far, love?"

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