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

[For Thomas] [Modern AU] Secret Holiday

Anne was bustling about her apartment, assembling some clothes and getting her travel bags together. They had been planning a trip for some time now, but even so the destination was a surprise still to her. Thomas hadn't told her what the final destination plan was for them. Anne packed her clothes, planning for warm and cool weather. It was a little frustrating, not knowing that to pack exactly, but overall it was exciting.

She had slipped Thomas her key before she'd left the office that day. Anne had followed up on a lead for a story earlier in the day and took the rest of the day as personal time. Then she had come home and began packing.

Anne had a pair of dresses on the bed before her, and she couldn't decide which to take. It was silly to take them both with her. One was black with red patterned flowers, the other white with blue patterned flowers. But she no only had her clothes to pack, but she had jewelry and shoes to pack as well. Oh, it was so hard to pack, not knowing what destination for which they were bound.

But it was so romantic, and she was excited to get ready and going. Of course she had to wait for Thomas. She couldn't wait for him to arrive. Anne had picked up a bottle of wine to celebrate their holiday plans. It had been tricky, planning their getaway without anyone putting two and two together. Anne had vacation time saved up and gave the rest of her tasks to George for the time they'd be gone. She wasn't sure how Thomas had managed to get his time off to match hers, but somehow they'd done it.

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Wyatt's hands rose up, up along Anne's back, to dive into her hair at the base of her neck. The kiss he returned her might have been a bit shaky due to the tremors still passing through his body but in no way was it void of passion. He kept close, breathing into her mouth and tasting her sweet lips. He then lowered himself back on the floor so that Anne could rest atop him.

"I'll never get tired of you. You are amazing. You have... feathered wings for to flee, to lift me up and bring me joy. My falcon."

Shaky or not, Anne always cherished each and every kiss he gave her. Anne kissed him again, savoring the tremors and how good it felt to just have him there with her. She tasted him in turn, how musky and dark he tasted. When he whispered those soft words to her, Anne smiled and nuzzled in close to him again.

"Nor I of you. Always so quick with your poetic turn of phrase. I envy you, how you can express your emotions so eloquently at the drop of a hat," she chuckled softly and arched against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Hopefully my body and actions show you the depth of my affections far better than I can tell you in words."

He chuckled. "I don't know... You're my muse and as long as you appreciate my poems, it is worth creating them." It was so much more enjoyable when he had a willing listener and a reason to write. Anne understood his poems even when they were complicated or dark.

Wyatt's fingers moved lazily along Anne's neck, through her hair and bare shoulders.

"What do you think your Mary will say when you tell her about us? I know her not so well to even make a guess. George I think will act as if I should've asked his permission, but I hope he'll come around and accept us."

Anne smiled and nuzzled against him again. "I more than appreciate them, I love them. Even when the content is dark material. You're so very talented, I hope you really acknowledge that."

Anne could truly listen to his poems all day long and never be bored. She kissed softly near his ear as his fingers moved through her hair. The question about Mary caught her off guard, but she pursed her lips in thought for a long moment.

"Hmm...." she bit her lower lip, still unsure after several minutes. "I think...she will of course disapprove, if you are still married when I tell her. She will disapprove even if you are single - but only because she is protective of me. It will not take her long to accept our relationship if I am truly happy."

Anne smiled and again brought her lips against his earlobe to whisper hotly. "And I am indeed happy...so very happy when I am with you."

Wyatt was sorry to hear that about Mary but at least Anne was of the impression that her sister would learn to accept him in time. That was all he could ask for at the moment. He made a mental note, too, to find a way to present himself as a man who cared about his family. If Mary saw how much he loved his son...

Anne interrupted his thoughts by whispering into his ear. Wyatt inhaled sharply and chuckled.

"Ahah, that's what I want, to see you happy." He then pushed up a bit and turned them around, so that Anne was now under him. As if to experiment for the first time, Wyatt kissed her lips softly, moving his head and making sure he didn't miss out on anything.

Mary would not be terribly cross, Anne knew. But it was true, she wouldn't approve of Anne seeing a married man. Anne knew though that if Mary could see how happy she was with Thomas, and how devoted he seemed to be to her and she to him, Anne knew that they would sway her to their side and approve of their love.

When he gave that sharp inhale, Anne couldn't help smirking triumphantly. She loved being able to do that; to give him that sharp, sudden arousal without warning. Anne knew his ear was a weak point of his.

Then he suddenly moved and set her beneath him Anne cried out in surprise and wrapped her arms around him. She grinned and leaned up to press her forehead to his as he rested atop her. "I can't say it enough - I love you, Thomas Wyatt."

He kissed her again, to silence her. Or maybe it was to silence himself so that he wouldn't say things he'd regret. Like... propose to her. Because that had to happen in a totally different way. Not when they were half-naked on a floor, having just discussed Mary's disapproval.

"I love you, too," he said and kissed her nose. "And I'd love to go to bed."

Wyatt scrambled up to linger on all fours above Anne. It was far from graceful since his trousers were pulled down below his hips so with a laughter he quickly undressed completely. Then he picked both Anne and the feather pen up and walked up to the bed that had proven very comfortable the night before.

Anne laughed softly when he mentioned bed - but that laugh turned much louder as he scrambled up so suddenly. She smiled at his fumbling as he pulled off his clothes and lifted her with such ease.

The bed was indeed comfortable. Something about being away from home made beds seem so much softer than they probably were. She rested on the bed, her hair tussled about her head like a dark halo, or as though it were suspended in water. Anne reached her fingers out to brush over his hips.

"Bed does sound good...we've had a long day indeed," she smiled. She had enjoyed every minute of it. "You've certainly set a good tone for the remainder of this trip, Thomas."

There was just something about her that made him want to carry her.

"I merely brought you to Paris. You're the one who showed me around. I wouldn't have had half as much fun without you. Come to think of it, I wouldn't be anywhere nearly this tired, either," he laughed quietly.

As they stretched out on the bed facing each other, Wyatt's hand rested lightly over hers and from there it journeyed across her waist. He frowned upon realizing she still had her panties on.

"Do you need help with these?" he asked and hooked his fingers under the waistline.

Anne smiled and gave a laugh again at his teasing. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled up to him, her eyes dancing in delight. "True - but I'm sure it's a fatigue you don't dispute."

She cuddled in close to him and laughed softly at his frown. It almost made him look boyish as his fingers hooked around the waistline of her panties. "I wouldn't mind - I'm sure my gallant knight could help me remove them, no?"

Anne lifted her hips just a little to allow him to pull the garment off. Her deft fingers traced just slight little designs and patterns along his chest. There truly was no one else she would rather be here with. A small smile broke across her fair features, and Anne leaned in to trail kisses along his jaw.

He moved down on the bed to slowly pull off the last piece of garment that was between them. A kiss happened just below her belly button, and another one to her right knee... but then he was facing her again and receiving kisses in return.

"Mm, your skin is so warm. I love it," he sighed. Her nakedness felt like heaven against his own form. Her creator, whether it was God or the Mother Earth, had done a marvellous job in putting all those curves and limbs together. Wyatt closed his eyes, and if Anne was drawing on him with her fingers, he was doing the same but only with his nose along her cheekbones and neck.

"I case you're wondering how tired I am..." He looked at her again. "Not terribly so." His exploring fingers down at her backside were the proof of his desires.

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Anne smiled as he undressed her so fully. She loved the feeling of his lips over her body; certainly she loved his lips on her own, but feeling them move across her sensitive skin, it always set her on fire.

When he spoke, her eyes flashed playfully as she smiled up to him. "And yours - I love how you feel pressed atop me," she replied. For she did indeed love the pressure of his body over hers. The way his fingers squeezed her rear made her give a slight yelp of delight and surprise. She arched against him, but swatted his chest playfully.

"Insatiable!" She grinned, a flurry of giggles erupting from her lips as she looked to him. "But that's good - my fingers only do so much to please me," she whispered, leaning in and letting her lips brush against his jaw. Her tongue and lips teased against his earlobe.

"If I'm insatiable, it's all your fault!" he defended himself from her teasing. Even now she was doing what she knew would give him goosebumps. "How could I behave otherwise when you're so alluring?"

Wyatt pushed Anne's hair back so that he was able to whisper endearments into her ear - in French, because she seemed to like it when he spoke that language. And since she had just mentioned liking something else, too, Wyatt was very obliging. He turned Anne to lie with her back against the pillows and covered her with his own body; . His right hand came over her breast in a protective manner.

"Only if you want to, of course," he said softly and kissed her on the lips.

Anne laughed heartily at his exclamation. "Ah! So you've caught me at last - you've discovered my plot." She smiled playfully as she continued kissing along his jaw and neck.

Anne could have melted against him when he whispered French sweetness to him. She moaned softly at the glorious words pouring off his tongue. Anne had always had an affinity for French, but when Thomas said it...oh, he had a way of making the language even more beautiful and it just made her swoon.

She let him move her as he wanted, lying back against the pillows. When his body pressed atop hers, Anne smiled and arched slightly against him. It felt too natural, like there was no better way to be than in his arms - as though their bodies had been made for each other, a perfect fit.

"Do you have to ask?" She tilted a brow at him before she leaned up to kiss him softly. "Of course I want to..."

Her admission was enough to make Wyatt kiss her with more passion, getting a little rough now with how he grasped at her breast. From there his hand slid along Anne's arm until he could lace their fingers together.

After a moment Wyatt broke off the kiss to smile at her. She knew just as well as he did what was needed so he reached for the bedside table and got out the all-important protection. When ready, he was able to wrap his hands around her again. His knees pushed in between her legs.

"Of course you want to... and I want to give you all of me. I feel like you have me in your grace. You have in hand my wit, my will, and all."

Anne didn't mind how roughly he squeezed her breast, the slight pain from the squeeze made her feel...alive. She always felt more alive when she was with him. When his hand came to hers, Anne laced her fingers with his in turn and nuzzled her nose against his as he smiled down at her.

She waited patiently while he slipped the condom on. Then as his knees slipped between her legs to open them up more, Anne parted her thighs slowly, her knees bending a little as she arched her hips up to meet his.

"I'm all yours," she whispered as she rubbed her hips against his. "As you're mine. We were indeed meant to be together, my love." She squeezed his hands with her own as he leaned up to kiss him. One hand broke free of his grip to reach up and cup along his jaw with her palm.

Her gentle touch shook his core and made his mouth open for a sigh. To truly feel her body against his own, Wyatt pressed his chest down over her. His hips jerked, feeling her movements underneath him.

"I loved seeing you touch yourself," he whispered as he brought a hand between them to find her opening, "but I can't wait to please you myself." With Anne, it had become paramount to make sure she was just as satisfied as he was. Having sex wasn't just for his own benefit like it had been before.

Wyatt tipped his head to kiss Anne before guiding his cock firmly inside of her, as deep as her body allowed. A tiny pause let her get used to the feeling of him. Accompanied with a moan Wyatt withraw from her but only to repeat the act.

Anne blushed when he spoke, replaying in her mind how she'd touched herself and how he'd done the same. He never ceased to satisfy her. Every movement he made satisfied her - made her knees weak and made her want even more. When he slid inside her, Anne sighed as he filled her up, arching her body against his, ready to melt from the contact.

Her core adjusted easily to him, letting her core squeeze around his length. Then his steady thrusts began, and soon enough she was moaning softly for him.

"Always.." she whispered. "You always please me."

No one could fake a blush, right? Wyatt didn't think so. It was possible to feign a coy expression but not make cheeks turn pink at will. To see Anne blush was to Wyatt a glimpse into her innocent side.

"As you please me, my love. Always and forever," he verified. Lifting up his upper body with the support of both hands, his hips rolled up and down against hers in a gentle yet determined manner. He kept the pace slow at first, to fully feel her body accepting his in this most intimate embrace.

The moans coming from Anne's pretty lips were answered with moans of his own. He spoke out her name, his love for her and then some amorous mumblings that only she could understand.

Anne smiled and her arms moved to wrap loosely around his waist, letting her fingers just barely trail over his spine and shoulder blades. She bit her lower lip as he began to pick up his pace, her lips parting as she continued to sigh and moan for him. Each thrust of his cock had him brushing against her soft, sweet spot deep inside her.

Tingling heat began to pool in her core, making her whine aloud for him. Her core was steadily growing tighter and tighter, and her body writhed beneath him. His words, however muffled and nonsensical they may have been, translated perfectly to her ears. A secret language for just the two of them.

"So close...don't stop-!" she whimpered as she felt the heat inside her rising and burning hotter. Her eyelids grew heavy as she looked up to him. Anne looked to his golden curls, his dark whiskers, the delicate curve of his lip - she couldn't resist. She leaned up and kissed him hard as her core began to tremble.

"I never stop, my love. I never-," he gasped just before her mouth closer over his and made him tremble in turn. Wyatt grabbed the back of Anne's head to hold her close, his fingers tangling with that gorgeous dark hair. The soft mattress echoed their movements.

He gasped again, louder, as the tension become too much and he found release with the next hard thrust. There! All-consuming satisfaction froze him for a fraction of a second, made him look at her with almost wonder. But the urges of his body weren't that easily stopped and he soon kept moving inside of her again until both of them were fully satisfied.

"Ah, ff...fuck," he then sighed with a little less vigour and kissed her neck.

Anne gasped softly as she felt his fingers in her hair. The way he held her, so possessive and tight - she felt safe and secure; no one else could touch her or even think of her when he held her this way. Anne whimpered as her pleasure began to overwhelm her. Her mind grew misty, though her core was still as tight and tense as ever. Until she felt the throbbing of his length inside her, and the sudden force of his thrust.

Her eyes flew open then, and Anne cried out, moaning his name loudly, then softer - all the tension in her core melted suddenly, a fluid rush that overwhelmed her and made her quake beneath him. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. For a moment, all there was for her was heat, and the musky scent of his skin and the particular brand of ink pens he used.

Anne buried her face against his hair as he kissed over her neck, making her tremble and gasp softly. Her whole body was sensitive to his every touch; her especially sensitive neck registered every movement of his soft lips and every whisker from his beard that grazed over her skin. It was heaven.

As their bodies began to relax, Wyatt moved to lie on his side. He still combed his fingers through Anne's hair and let his mouth find more of those soft, sensitive spots on her.

"Nothing compares to you, my muse," he sighed, now resting his head on the pillows to admire her flustered yet happy face. "Nothing. English flesh and blood, raised by Paris."

It was a perfect mix for him. Wyatt closed his eyes, feeling the fatigue from the many, many activities of this long day. Anne's warm body next to his was home to him.

"Love you always," he whispered.

Anne smiled and hummed softly as he lay beside her and continued to lavish her with affection and attention. She let her own fingers wander along his body, brushing over his spine and his sides. Anne leaned in and softly kissed over his jaw, drawing a line with her kisses until she came to his ear.

She was teasing him now. She knew the effect she would yield from toying with his ear - it was as sensitive, it seemed, as her neck. Anne closed her lips over his earlobe and even nipped playfully at it.

"Ah, my sweet mother Paris. I would not be who I am today were it not for her loving embrace and teachings," Anne whispered against his ear as she moved to cuddle more against him. One arm draped over his side as she moved to bury her face into his neck.

"I love you too," she whispered, taking that moment to pull her head back and look into his eyes. "Always."

Wyatt squirmed a little, his breathing leaving his lips in short gasps. The skin on his arms broke out in goosebumps. For sure, Anne knew exactly what she was doing - and he loved it.

"Mmm... as if you're asking for more," he smiled but she must have known there wasn't going to be more tonight. These tender moments after sex were just as special, if not sometimes more so. Now they had the luxury of sleeping late and waking up to a day with no responsibilities.

"So often is sleep just a way to pass the time to see you again. To have you in my arms while I sleep makes good use of that time."

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