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

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?"

"Well, the French have always regarded us as barbaric," Wyatt whispered with a smile. He reached across the table and squeezed Anne's hand in a sign of conspiracy before the waiter came back with their breakfast. He drank his tea with milk and nothing else.

"I like being able to see it with you. With your eyes." Wyatt thought of a way to explain while chewing down a mouthful of muffin. "I've been here on business, as you know, but this... you look so happy."

Which made him happy. Though he'd harboured a fanciful crush on Anne before, actually getting to know her on intellectual and physical level had made Wyatt realize he had been in a dire need of a good relationship.

"It feels different being here now."

Anne laughed softly, covering her mouth with her hand so as not to be too loud and draw attention to them. As Thomas squeezed her other hand, she squeezed his in turn before leaning back just a little as the waiter returned. She sipped her tea as he spoke, and looked up to him with her dark eyes sparkling with joy.

"I'm indeed happy. Happy to be back here, a city I love so much and considered home for so long," she smiled, reaching for his hand again and lacing her fingers with his for a moment. "But what makes me truly happy is sharing in this place with you."

She had nearly stayed in France. It had been so tempting. She could have stayed, disappeared into the crowd with her father being none the wiser and not able to find her again. Anne could have lived free and out from under the thumbs of her brother and father.

But then she would never have met Thomas, and that thought broke her heart.

She released his hand and took a few bites of her fruit before nibbling on her chocolate pastry.

"Very different - but in a good way, the best way."

"It is. And to think I almost didn't bring you here," Wyatt shook his head. "I was afraid Paris would be too predictable and nothing new to you."

He glanced out. Light from the rising sun didn't quite reach the streets where locals were rushing to their jobs and a group of Japanese tourists enjoying the same window display of an antiques store that Wyatt had been drawn to.

"But just look at that. It doesn't have to be new if you love it, right? Paris is by far the best place to get to know you." He skewered a piece of the crepe into a fork. "Want to taste?"

Anne smiled and shook her head. "Nothing could be predictable, not with you, Thomas."

She followed his gaze out the window to the streets. The tourists made her chuckle slightly. That was a very familiar scene, she almost missed seeing this every day. But seeing it every day would make it less special. Anne looked back to Thomas, she smiled when he offered her a bite of his crepe and opened her mouth, leaning in to let him put the fork in her mouth.

It was silly, but she liked being silly sometimes.

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, but obviously pleased to hear a compliment. It was nice to be able to surprise her although he didn't think Anne needed bells and whistles to be satisfied.

He liked to be playful every now and then, too. "It's good, huh? I like it anyway," he referred to the crepe. Also the muffin had been delicious; it had made him forget eggs and sausages.

"Is the place that sells your favorite macarons close by?"

He definitely didn't need bells and whistles. Anne was used to the finger things in life, that was true. But she was content for the simpler things if it meant having Thomas in her life. Anne nodded when he spoke of the crepe, and swallowed the bite he'd given her after chewing.

She pinched off a piece of her chocolate pastry and held it up towards Thomas, offering it to him. So many times she had started her day this way during her university years. Now she was starting her day, and her holiday, with him. That brought a smile to her face.

"It's a little ways down the street, a ten minute walk, perhaps," she replied. "Plenty of sights and small shops along the way, if you're interested." Not that there was much boring territory in Paris - at least in her opinion.

Wyatt accepted Anne's offer of pastry and swallowed it down with his tea. He couldn't fault the taste even though eating sweet things for breakfast wasn't like him.

"Ten minutes will turn to... an hour, at least, if we stop at every boutique," he said, winking. "Which is good. I doubt we need the macarons right this instant."

He liked old things with stories behind them and Paris was a perfect place to make some finds.

"I can't resist old books stores, as you know, but I promise not to spend too much time in them. And I want to find a brooch for my mom."

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