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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Anne laughed louder as he seized her tighter. She didn't squirm with all her strength, but she did indeed resist just a little. Just to make the game interesting. The pat to her rear made her yelp again and she swatted his back, trying to reach some part of him, any part of him.

"Thomas!!" She laughed despite her sharp tone.

But then he set her down and she smiled up at him as the sheet pooled around her feet on the floor. Anne gave a seductive little roll of her shoulders as she smiled up at him.

"'Tis the glow of a woman smitten," she replied in a dramatic tone. Then she took his hand and settled into the tub, sighing softly at the heat of the water. "Join me, lover?"

"Don't mind if I do." Smiling, Wyatt stepped in the tub and leaned his back against the opposite side of it.

It always amused him when Anne called him 'lover'. Not that he wasn't exactly that but she managed to say it in a tone that didn't imply the usual sordid connotation. She seemd to use it with respect, and with a good amount of cheekiness as well.

"We're so getting a tub for our new home. Right? You haven't changed your mind about moving in with me, have you?"

Wyatt reached for Anne's foot under the water to play with her toes.

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Every name she had for him was uttered with the most admiration, respect and love that she could muster. Even when she rolled her eyes at him and called him a fool, Anne said as much in the most loving of tones. Of course she had to have her wit and sharpness of tongue to accompany any words she spoke aloud.

With the occasional restraint during times of deep discussion or romance.

"Of course I haven't changed my mind," she replied, tilting her head and giving him an analytical glance. "Why would I?"

She smiled and moved across the tub to settle over him a bit. Anne wasn't quite straddling him, leaving her knee between his thighs to keep herself balanced in the water. "How could I ever change my mind about living day in and day out with you?" A place of their own, to build a home and make it truly their own.

Anne chuckled and kissed his forehead. "Of course we're getting a tub. I wouldn't object to one with jacuzzi jets either, for the record."

A fool? Well, Wyatt did have a foolish smile as Anne moved closer. His hands went loosely around her waist, He didn't so much think that she might have changed her mind, although there was always the possibility. Really he just wanted her to confirm the plan.

"I don't know... Maybe you had a nightmare of Junior and his friends running around the house, screaming and causing havoc. Or of me falling into bachelor mode and inviting George over when the two of us were supposed to have a romantic night."

His hands now came up her sides but stopped right under her breasts.

"Jacuzzi sets? I shall need a raise. Tell me, should I be upfront to your father what I will use the money for?" he teased.

((ooc; Here's what Anne needs for her new home when she soaks in the jacuzzi bath :)
https://www.instagram.com/p/BPi7Vw4BeKl/?taken-by=the_home_edit ))

((Ooc: Yup! She absolutely does lol))

Anne smiled and brought her fingers up to run through his hair. "My dear, dealing with screaming children is what they invented scotch and good whiskey for," she teased.

While Anne was willing to step in and guide Junior as necessary, she knew that she was not his mother. But in truth, she was a little thankful for that; it was less stress on her and less pressure. She would likely step back and let Thomas handle most things when it came to Junior. But she liked the boy very much and was more than willing to help out with him however she could.

"As far as your bachelor mode with George is concerned, that will simply give me an excuse to either go out without you, or hold it over your head and truly make you go all out for me on our next date night," she pointed out.

She laughed at the mention of her father. "You could. But tell me, what would you like carved into your tombstone?" She teased.

Her fingers ran through his hair and down to his neck, along his shoulders to let the hot water melt away his tension.

As a reflex for her sensual touch, Wyatt's fingers digged a little deeper into her sides. The idea of taking a "fortifying drink" to endure the noise of children made him chortle. The Boleyns had a thing for Irish whiskey, there being Irish blood in their veins. George had sometimes lamented how the ancient title of Earl of Ormond should still be bestowed upon him.

"You're driving a hard bargain, mistress Boleyn. My son and I won't have a chance against you," he laughed. In truth, he'd never blow her off like that and he was happy that so far Anne and Junior had gotten along. It all had to be very casual so that the boy wouldn't start talking about Anne before they were ready to announce the relationship.

The question had him frown. "Don't epitaphs usually start with something like..." He changed his voice to sound more grandiose and self-important.

"Wyatt resteth here... But nay, madam! I don't fancy being dead yet!" He pulled Anne against his chest, causing waves in the tub. The kiss was hot and greedy; his tongue slithered between her lips.

Nay, not dead, madam. He couldn't have felt more alive.

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Indeed, the Boleyns did make a habit of partaking of good Irish whiskey. Often George and Thomas Boleyn would argue over who could obtain the most 'high-class' whiskey whenever they held family gatherings. Anne could drink more than her fair share, but Mary usually had a hard time with it. Of course Anne had made it a point to drink hard whiskey with relative ease - if her brother could do it, then she would be able to do it too.

She chuckled at his teasing and settled in against him, a bit more comfortably, as though her body could melt against his. "Well, we already knew that was likely a given." But she was happy to welcome Junior into her life alongside Thomas. They were a package deal, she understood that.

When he proclaimed how his epitaph might read, Anne laughed aloud at his voice. "Goodness, I would hope not! I don't fancy being left along without you so soon!" She leaned in as he pulled her close, kissing him back and slipping her own tongue between his lips, tasting his tongue and moaning softly. Her fingers continued to card through his hair, and she even tugged slightly at it in her passion.

Wyatt had thought that 'taking a bath' would have meant exactly that; relaxing in the tub and at most, playing footsie - regardless of it being a tad juvenile. But no, Anne had shattered that illusion by immediately crawling near. Wyatt sat more upright and held Anne's wet body close, kissing her with all that he had.

An intoxicating haze filled his mind at her touch. One moment his hands were up at the base of her neck, the next they were massaging her rear. He registered the feel of her knee between his thighs and the soft roundness of her breasts rubbing on his chest. Taking a pause from kissing, Wyatt sighed.

"Mm, you can have me for as many years as you want. Many, I hope. I don't see myself willingly departing from your side. Not if I can have this." One of his hands still moved dangerously low along Anne's backside. The other found its way to tangle in the wet strands of her hair.

Anne would have been content to just relax in the hot bath water with him. But she couldn't help herself, she never could. They were forced to hold back when they were home, but now that they were alone on holiday together, Anne wasn't about to restrain herself.

The way his hands moved seemed absolutely magical to her. Anne was so caught up in the kiss and feeling the heat of his skin pressed against her own, that she didn't register when his hands moved. But it was a good thing, she loved every caress and squeeze of his fingers.

Anne sighed softly as her own fingers trailed down his arms and across his chest. "Mmm...Yes, many, many years, I hope," she pressed her forehead and looked into his eyes. "I can't imagine my life without you."

"You don't have to. I'm right here," Wyatt whispered. "In Paris, in London... Hever... I can't wait to show you Allington. We've made changes since you last visited. Well, not surprising, is it? It's been years." It was probably close to a decade anyway. They had been teenagers then.

He mimicked the movement of Anne's hands now. With smoothing, gentle touches his hands glided up and down her arms and over shoulder blades. When he closed his eyes he could imagine those shoulder blades being the wings of a falcon.

"You're tempting me," he scolded her. He was weak, he knew that. It was impossible not to get restless in this steamy bath with her. Failing to get his mind off of sex, Wyatt leaned back again and pulled Anne with him.

Anne smiled at his enthusiasm. She couldn't help leaning in and kissing him again. "I can't wait to see - we've of course made changes to Hever as well. But in truth what I can't wait for is to share a house of our own."

She couldn't help focusing on that, being hopeful for that.

Anne sighed at his soft touches, tipping her head back slightly as his hands drifted over her back and shoulder blades. She chuckled softly at his accusation before leaning over him again.

"How could I not? The question is, am I the angel on your shoulder, tempting you for good, or am I the devil on the opposite shoulder, tempting you for naughtiness?" She smirked as he leaned back, and she leaned with him. Her hips began to grind softly against his, generating more heat than the water that surrounded them.

Wyatt didn't feel like pointing out he'd been to Hever more times than Anne had been to Allington, there being a perfectly fine reason for it: George. For many times Hever had been a basecamp for their boyish adventures.

But never mind that now. His breathing got heavier as Anne dragged her body against his. By holding firmly under her rear, Wyatt lifted her up sightly so that she was fully straddling him while his own legs were bent at knees.

"That's easy," he smirked and let his gaze wander down to Anne's breasts and then back up. Why should he choose one or the other when she was both of those things?

"You're an angel, tempting me for naughtiness." At that, Wyatt squeezed her ass and with a quick teasing move, brushed a finger between her legs.

Anne smiled as he lifted her, she couldn't help giggling slightly as her position shifted. As his finger brushed between her legs, Anne gasped sharply and bit her lower lip. She chuckled after a moment, her own hands resting against his chest. One moved slowly south, sliding beneath the surface of the water as Anne inched closer to him. Her lips barely touched over his as she whispered.

"Come to the dark side," she purred before closing her lips over his.

Her hips arched slightly to encourage his fingers to keep probing her and exploring her entrance.

Wyatt would have laughed but with Anne's mouth shutting his, he had no other option but to moan. Fucking good...

Wyatt found his fingers sliding inside of her with ease, thanks to her legs being spread apart, and the water. He was deliberately slow and gentle, and not yet pushing too deep. He always loved it when she trembled from his most gentle touches and when her movements indicated that she wanted more.

"Mm-m, my dark angel, you feel so good, so soft...," he mumbled against her cheek. "If only you could sit on my cock and let me fuck you so hard."

Anne gave a sharp breath as his fingers slid inside her so easily. Her own fingers ghosted down his chest, slipping between them to squeeze gently around his length. If he could tease her, she could tease him - it was only fair after all, right? She rubbed up and down in a slow, steady motion, matching his own rhythm as he explored her with his fingers.

She chuckled softly at his words and leaned back a little, pressing her forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes.

"Mmmm...how nice that would be," she whispered. "To let you inside me, feeling how your cock stretches me to let it fit..." Her dark eyes glinted mischievously as she looked to him. Her fingers squeezed his cock a bit as she sighed softly. "I do love your fingers...but please, Thomas...I want you inside."

Twitching slightly, Wyatt let out a grunt as Anne's hand worked on him. It felt so different when she did it for him. So much better. But what he'd just said had been more wishful thinking than anything else.

"I want to... especially when you say it like that," he grinned, stealing a steamy kiss from her lips. "But can we? Here?"

Because he'd meant right here, right now, but wasn't it impossible?

"Are you still on pills? We can't risk a pregnancy." So far they had never had sex without condoms, even when Anne had taken pills, but whether that was the case now or not, he didn't know.

Anne leaned in and kissed him deep, pressing her chest against his. She knew what he was saying made sense. They couldn't risk her getting pregnant. But then, there was always the risk that a condom could break. Anne looked into his eyes abs bit her lower lip.

"I know," she replied. "Yes, I'm on the pill, but if you're nervous, you could pull out just before you cum."

Her fingers squeezed slightly over his cock, and Anne smirked down at him. Her lips ghosted over his. "I want you so badly, Thomas," she whispered.

"I could," he said, though not sounding as convincing as he would have wanted. Fucking hard - as he'd just put it - and pulling out was not a combination he was used to.

"We've never done that." But his hands were not hesitating as much as his mind was. They were already under Anne's thighs and helping her rise up so that their private parts were touching. Teasing. She'd only need to sit down...

"Yes. Yes. We can do it if you're on top," he gasped against her lips.

At first his tone made her wonder if he would refuse. It wasn't the smartest idea; but then again neither was this affair of theirs, not that she would trade her experiences with him for anything. But the way his hands moved and how he held her, Anne knew his answer.

She leaned down and kissed him hard. As she kissed him she moved and slid her hips down. She took him in deep and moaned in delight. She had never been with him bare before. The feeling of his cock spreading her walls and stretching her, the bare feeling of how he filled her, Anne had to take a moment to calm herself.

"Oh God...oh, Thomas-!" Anne slowly began rolling her hips. "T...tell me when you're close..."

As their bodies melted together, Wyatt closed his eys. Oh. God. It was... every bit as good as had hoped for. The pause Anne took matched exactly his feelings and when she started slowly moving... he was in bliss.

"Ah-hah... I will. Not yet," he sighed, looking at her again. His hands were firmly holding Anne by her sides, intensifying every roll of her hips for he couldn't move as much in this position. The waves their act caused lapped against their bodies.

Wyatt kissed whatever part of Anne he reached; a chin or the side of her ear. He wasn't sure. A pained groan and erratic jerk of his hips was a warning sign, though.

"Anne... now." He couldn't risk it any longer.

Anne's senses were on overload. The way he felt buried so deep inside her, with nothing separating the two of them from completely feeling each other in the most intimate way - it was incredible. Her mind fogged over in lust, and Anne rolled her hips feverishly as she felt her core already beginning to seize. Her walls clamped tight around his length as they moved in what felt like perfect unison. The water lapping around them felt as though it was stroking her body with each thrust of his and roll of her own hips.

Then she felt that erratic jolt. She was almost disappointed. She was nearly there, just a moment longer, God how she would have killed for another moment more.

But they couldn't risk it. They couldn't risk her getting pregnant.

Anne felt her core begin to tremble, the heat inside her pooling and preparing to burst at any given second. But she was forced to lift off of him. The sudden rush as he was pulled out of her so quickly caused the heat inside her to rush out with him in a burst of carnal feeling. Anne quaked slightly against him, gasping aloud as her climax gripped her core. Not as powerful as her previous orgasms, but better than not having her release at all.

Wyatt gasped in disappointment but there was no other way. Even this was bad enough. They weren't so foolish as to think that he needed to get an orgasm in order for her to get pregnant. Their only hope was that she was on the pill.

"Anne...," he sighed in shaky voice. "Oh god, it was worth it. Well worth it." Despite the risk, and the forced interruption, it was.

As soon as Anne lifted off, Wyatt was quick to grab himself; to make sure his release was away from her. With his other hand he pressed against Anne's back, wanting her to rest over him.

"Mm, I'm sorry I couldn't last longer, my love. I tried... but I just couldn't."

Anne breathed heavily. She knew there was no other way and she would not dispute him. For a long moment she just relaxed against him. She was indeed on the pill, they were probably okay. The chances were smaller than slim.

She smiled at his words and kissed along his jaw. "Mmm, it was," she chuckled. "Glad I suggested it?" Her fingers dragged over his chest, playfully.

Anne nuzzled his jaw and kissed his neck. "It's all right - you lasted long enough, it felt incredible. Just like you said."

"Oh it was you, was it?" Wyatt laughed and held a finger under Anne's chin. "I thought-- that it was you, indeed" he added, deciding to let her have the credit for the suggestion, and most of all, for the satisfaction he now felt.

"You have the best ideas. We just can't use that one too often."

Wyatt gathered Anne's wet hair into a ponytail, carefully smoothing away any loose strands along the sides of her face. It was rather meditative for him. He enjoyed taking the time to touch her.

"The water's getting cooler. And you've made me crave for breakfast."

Anne laughed softly and ran her fingers down his chest. "You wanted me, I said we should go bare," she pointed out. Her lips brushed over his just barely. "And it was so worth it..."

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against his. "But you're right - can't use it too often. Every once in a while though, so long as we're careful."

Anne sighed softly as he played with her hair. It was just as soothing and meditative for her as it was for him. She kissed along his jaw, and smiled when he mentioned breakfast.

"Mmm, I'm rather hungry myself, building up my appetite as you have," she teased. "Shall we be off then?"

Anne slid up, stepping gracefully from the tub and out to the floor, reaching for the nearest towel and starting to dry herself off, smirking at him over her bare shoulder as she dried herself.

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