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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"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.

With a grin he replied, "We'll be careful and... I'll learn to last longer." Because she didn't have to go without even if he did.

Wyatt pulled off the plug in the tub and joined Anne on the soft bathroom mat to get dry as well. She was about to receive a few carefully placed kisses on her shoulders first but then he set to get himself presentable which meant selecting new clothes, combing hair and trimming his beard. At the hotel's breakfast table no one else save Anne knew he'd just been a caveman.

They were finally out the door much later than the day before but it didn't matter. There was no schedule to follow. Wherever their feet took them, it was the right direction.

"Where in the world are you taking me?" Wyatt shook his head in surprise as suddenly Anne was leading him into very narrow alleyways.

((ooc: Thanks for your PM. Tag when you can, no rush.))

Edited 2017-03-20 01:05 (UTC)

Anne chuckled and playfully tapped her finger to his nose. "Lasting longer comes with practice."

As Thomas prepared himself for the day, Anne dried her hair and let it fall in its natural dark waves, only securing a portion of it at the back of her head to keep it from falling forward into her eyes. Then she set about doing her makeup and rubbing lotion into her skin before choosing her own clothes for the day. This time she chose black denim jeans, a red top with lacey shoulders and black ankle boots.

The hotel breakfast offering was nice, but nothing compared to her favorite bakery. But they couldn't possibly eat there every day, it was far too rich. Besides, there were other places to see in Paris.

When they were through with breakfast, Anne led Thomas through the city, and to a small book shop she knew of. There was only a small sign identifying it, but it was renowned for its rare offerings. Anne smiled over her shoulder to him as she led him inside. "This was another favorite place of mine - nice and quiet, it's almost like a library."

In some ways it didn't matter what Anne wore since she always looked great in Wyatt's eyes, but it was still interesting for him to watch her put her looks together. She made it seem so effortless. This time he didn't try to match her color combination too closely, although his black slacks and a white shirt with light grey pinstripes didn't clash with what she had chosen, either.

Stepping inside the book shop, Wyatt had to tease Anne a little bit. "Am I going to meet another Dubois family? Are you famous here as well?"

He was thinking of the elderly couple at Anne's favourite patisserie and how warmly they had greeted her, and him.

That didn't happen, however. The young man behind the counter did greet them of course but he didn't recognize Anne any more than he did Wyatt. But he was possibly a new employer who had never met Anne.

"Looks promising," he smiled, eyeing the shop's offerings. It was so nice that they both shared a love of books so that Wyatt didn't have to feel bad for neglecting her while he went through the poetry section.

((ooc: Yesterday I saw a street musician who was performing Passenger's 'Let Her Go'. Had to give him a coin for reminding me of our love doves here.))

Anne smiled as she stepped through the many shelves. "No Dubois family here. The book shopkeepers tend to keep to themselves. Whenever I would come here, I would bury my nose in a book and hide amongst the shelves for hours."

She looked amongst the titles and found a book that caught her eye. Anne flipped through the pages and came upon a particular poem that made her smile. Knowing Thomas would hear her, she recited it aloud:

"I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one."

Anne looked lovingly at the page and smiled, dragging her fingers over the lines of words, before closing the book and holding it close to her heart.

((ooc: Awwww! That's so sweet!))

Edited 2017-03-25 22:06 (UTC)

I loved you first. Really? Wyatt wasn't so sure of that.

Anne had chosen a poem with an effective first line to make him lift his head from the book he'd been reading and to begin listening her instead. For all his knowledge of poetry, this was one he didn't know beforehand, and at first he was ready to protest its message. But there was a surprise in store for him. After the beginning, the poem shifted from the false comparisons to describe true love as something else.

Wyatt would have been content to stop the time just to keep Anne's expression forever. And likewise he was unable to move or say anything for a moment. Then he stepped closer and kissed her.

"That was spot on, my love. It was beautiful. Whose was it? Show me. I should know, I suppose but I can't put my finger on it right now."

((ooc: That poem was pretty sweet too.))

Edited 2017-03-27 01:21 (UTC)

She had read the poem more as a general expression of love, rather than a literal depiction. When he fell silent and she stole his attention from the book he was looking at, Anne smiled - triumphant.

When he approached and kissed her, she tilted her head up a bit to kiss him back. She held the book up, out of his sight and smiled.

"I've stumped you, have I?" She teased. "I'm tempted to make you guess. Perhaps you will be rewarded if you manage to guess correctly." Anne's eyes flashed playfully.

((ooc: Thanks! It definitely stood out as I was looking for options lol))

Anne still had a thing or two to learn about Wyatt if she thought he'd ever consider poems in general terms. They were all about him and her and the actual moment he lived in - even the poems he hadn't written, only read or heard. There was nothing haphazard about words.

He had to smile at her teasing. He was taller, he probably could have taken the book from her. But where was the fun it that? He wanted to play along, and make her want to give the book to him.

"Well, I do need my reward..." Wyatt grinned and hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of Anne's jeans, thus keeping her a hostage.

"I know it's not Shakespeare," he whispered into her left ear. Of course not Shakespeare! He was stating the obvious. "And I know it's not Byron," he whispered into her other ear.

After kissing the tip of her nose next, Wyatt pursed his lips. "Hmm, it was more structured than free-form, so I'm fairly certain we're not talking about a modern poet. Was it written by a woman?"

((ooc: According to Wikipedia, Rossetti was influenced by Italian poet Petrarch, just like Wyatt was.))

This was why he was the poet, and she was the editor. This was why she loved him; or at least, it was one of the reasons. He had such a depth, a depth one might not assume, looking at him and taking him at face value. In a way, it was a depth reserved just for her, and Anne loved that.

Anne chuckled as he hooked his thumbs through her belt loops. She smiled over her shoulder and clutched the book protectively.

"I will tell you it's a modern poet," Anne replied. "But the gender of the poet, I can't say - that'd give you too many hints, now wouldn't it?"

Anne glanced up and brushed her lips over his jaw. "I'm sure you can tell the difference between the writing of a man and the writing of a woman."

((ooc: Oooh, how about that! I like it!))

Wyatt wrinkled his nose. "Modern? Really? I have a hard time believing that... unless your definition of modern is different from mine. He, or she, clearly likes to fiddle with verse forms the way I do."

His style owed a lot to Renaissance writers and even though it was looked down upon by some, he had managed to carve a niche for himself in the literary scene, anonymous though he was. So far Anne was still the only one who knew the real person behind the poems. Wyatt had never regretted telling her the truth. Having a confidant to talk to had made his life better.

"Should it be so easy to know the difference? If I recall, the Brontë sisters fooled everyone believe they were men, not women when they started writing."

Wyatt shook his head before pulling Anne closer to kiss her and to give him more thinking time.

"Let's say the writer is a woman... No but is it one of them? One of the Brontës? I know you said modern but maybe you were just tricking me. After all there is a vibe of a Victorian lady in the lines."

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