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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"That's alright. I enjoy saying it." He would never tire of it but he also didn't want confessions of love become cliches or so commonplace that they lost their impact.

"We're here because of you, not because of me. You decided to give me a chance even though it must have been against your better judgement."

The waiter came to check upon them in case they wanted something more but since that wasn't so and they had finished eating, Wyatt just ended up paying the bill.

"Let's hop on the metro and go somewhere we'll have a good view of the city. You'll lead," he suggested and took her hand.

((ooc: I thought Anne could take him to the rooftops, as we planned.))

((ooc: Sounds good!))

Anne smirked at his self-deprecating remark. She squeezed his hand and rolled her eyes a bit. "Against my better judgment indeed. Please. You're the best judgment call I've made."

When the bill was paid, Anne smiled and stood up. She kept her hand in his and laced her fingers with his.

"Sounds like a plan, I know just where to go, c'mon!" Anne was excited.

She led him to the metro and they went a little further outside the city, just to get a better view inside. They got off where the tall buildings still remained, and she led him to a library. But rather than linger amongst the books, Anne put a finger to her lips and led Thomas to the areas restricted for the staff, up the stairs through storage and to the roof. She propped the door so that they wouldn't get locked up there.

The roof gave them an ideal view of the city - all the buildings and the river, and the beautiful scenery. The wind kicked up around them, blowing Anne's dark hair almost like a fantasy. "Well? What do you think?" she grinned.

Wyatt didn't always speak, nor tried to act all witty with his words and verses. Sometimes... sometimes he was content being quiet. This was one of those moments. Most tourists chose to look at Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower or from the steps of the Sacre-Coeur basilica - and there was nothing wrong with that - but he was fortunate to have Anne to show him a view far superior than those.

Which left him speechless and smiling like an idiot.

He laughed and watched Anne moved across the rooftop. Her hair did indeed swirl around her like a living creature. Wyatt caught up with her and tamed the locks by holding a good chunk of them between his hands and Anne's shoulders. And since he was there so conveniently, he kissed her. Twice.

"This I wouldn't have guessed, or hoped for." He let go of her to take in the view again. "Thank you for a magnificent surprise."

Anne loved rendering him speechless. It wasn't a frequent occurrence, so it was a big deal for her when she did manage it. She smiled when he took her hair and tamed how it flowed in the wind. It was a perfect moment. She kissed him back and brought her hands up to his shoulders. Both times she chuckled into the kiss, caught up in the moment.

She grinned up at him when he looked at the view again. "To think I rendered the great Thomas Wyatt absolutely speechless. I should record this for posterity!"

Anne reached for her cell phone and held it aloft - getting a picture of them both with the view in the background. She glanced up to Thomas and kissed him deep as she pressed the button for her phone camera.

"You're embarrassing me," he defended himself, feeling a slight heat rising to his cheeks. "Anne, I'm far from great... but I do love you greatly."

Abandoning the view once again, Wyatt focused on Anne's mouth that was coming enticingly close. Whether she took one or more pictures of them, he didn't pay attention to it. He was far too busy wrapping his hands around her waist and making sure those sweet lips were meeting with his.

Wyatt pulled Anne harder against himself, his hands caressing her back while the bag with the poetry book in it hung from his wrist. Memories of their time together so far flashed through his mind, making him moan a little.

He didn't want to let go but after a moment of passion, he sighed and looked at her. "Did it turn out okay? Show me," he asked, referring to the photo.

Anne smiled and shook her head a bit. "You are great, and I wish you would see that as I do."

She took several photos with her phone, just to make sure she got a perfect shot. But of course any photo of their kiss would be perfect. But as he held her so tight and so close, letting their combined heat pass between them to combat the chill of the wind that blew around them, Anne no longer held interest in her phone. Slowly she lowered her arm and wrapped her arms fully around him. She blushed, parting her lips a little and deepening the kiss.

When he pulled away, she kept her forehead pressed against his. She didn't want the moment to end either, but she didn't protest. Anne smiled and brought her phone up, behind his head so she could look at the photo. A few shots had her hair blowing around by the wind, so she flipped past them. But she did find one that she liked, and she brought the phone forward to show him.

"I think it turned out perfect," she whispered, nipping playfully at his ear. The Parisian scene behind them, and the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. Yes, it was perfect.

"Hey..." Anne was about to feel a gentle slap on her rear for nipping at Wyatt's ear. All in good fun, of course. He then waited, his gaze fixed on Anne's dark eyes, until the chosen photograph was presented to him.

"Mm, we look happy," he noted but that was a deliberate understatement. It wasn't just happiness he saw in the picture. There was such lust that he felt his chest swell. He saw his own vulnerability, and his readiness to surrender to her.

Wyatt leaned in to press another kiss on her lips.

"You have to send it to me. I... I'll make it into a poster," he laughed. "Or at the very least, use it for my screensaver." Neither which he could do because others would see it. But it was a nice fantasy.

Anne yelped sharply when he swatted her rear, but it was followed soon after by a low laugh. All in good fun, all for play. All for love.

When he declared his intention to make the photo into a poster, she laughed at him, grinning broadly from ear to ear. Anne pressed a few buttons on her phone, and soon it chimed that the message was sent straight to Thomas's number. "I leave it to you to do as you like with it."

Perhaps one day he'd be able to indeed share and display it as they both would like.

Music wafted up from the ground below as Paris showed her true romantic nature and love affair with the arts. Anne glanced down to the streets and then turned her attention back to Thomas. "Care to dance with me? The city has given us such music to enjoy."

Perhaps, after all, it was a photo that was just for them and not to be displayed no matter how public their relationship was. His son would be embarrassed to see it for sure.

"Why, yes. Dancing is the next best thing," he smiled and set aside the bag from the bookstore. Dancing meant holding her close and Wyatt woud not and could not turn down such an opportunity.

The sounds of an accordion, violin and guitar were carried up the alley for his and Anne's delight; a small orchestra was playing on the street in front of cafe down below them.

Wyatt slid his arms around Anne's waist. He did it slowly, savouring the moment of their bodies setting against each other. He breathed in the scent of her hair.

"Mm, so perfect." He moved a few steps in what was hardly dancing.

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Anne waited patiently as Thomas set the bag down. When he returned to her and slid his hands around her waist, Anne in turn brought both arms to wrap loosely around his neck. She leaned into him, doing as he was; savoring the feeling of their bodies pressed so close.

It was hardly ballroom dancing, or the volta, or a samba. It was just what she wanted; the two of them stepping in steady rhythm to the music. Or close to it anyway.

Anne rested her head against his chest, savoring the scent of his skin beneath his shirt and the faint scent of his cologne.

"I almost wish we didn't have to leave," she sighed softly.

"We don't," he replied after giving some thought to Anne's daydreaming. Living on a rooftop was not realistically an option but there was no harm in pretending so or breaking the spell that had taken hold of them.

"We don't have to leave. We could make it here, like a pair of doves."

Though right now, they resembled more like a pair of teenagers dancing to a slow song in a school disco. Wyatt's hand moved gently across Anne's back. Perhaps his younger self would have tried to grope the girl but such behaviour didn't even cross his mind now.

"But we will have a great time wherever we are and there are so many places we haven't danced at yet," he reminded her of the adventures that awaited them.

Anne laughed again. If nothing else, Thomas could always make her laugh; make her happy. No man had ever made her as happy as Thomas did.

"Doves in Paris, how romantic!" She laughed as she held him tighter.

Anne took a moment to just look at Thomas, needing to tilt her head up slightly to look at him properly. A slow, sweet smile played across her lips.

"You're right, I know. Wherever we go, so long as we are together, I know we'll be happy," she rested her forehead against his. "Though I will be the most happy." She grinned, repeating the motto of her house.

Everything faded away for Anne; even the music. It was just him, just the two of them. Even in Paris, there was nothing better than being in his arms. "I love you."

Again Wyatt's response came delayed. Everything was moving in slow-motion now; not just his legs doing the dance steps but his head as he made their noses brush together, and also the thoughts harboured in that head.

"I love you more," he said with certainty. "If you claim to be the most happy, then I claim to love you more. I dare you to prove otherwise, Anne Boleyn."

If she tried to protest, Wyatt would have to...

...silence her with a kiss.

***

Later that night they were dancing in a whole different way at the club Anne had chosen to take him to. Although before that they had visited a few specialty shops, found a place to dine and then returned to the hotel for a quick rest, also known as 'cuddling on the bed'.

After a change of clothing they were ready for some serious clubbing. Dancing, Wyatt realized, had always been a big part of their relationship. It was one of the things they could do out in the open, and even among their friends. It was a natural cover-up.

Anne laughed and did indeed start to protest, but she was silenced with his kiss. She was all too eager to submit herself to him. She was content to let him tell her he loved her more. She knew it wasn't exactly true.

Their love for one another was mutual, equal.

****

Nothing suited Anne better than a tight red dress - especially for a night of clubbing. Of course she wore such outfits to tease Thomas; which she realized in turn was part of their relationship she enjoyed. Sometimes when they couldn't touch openly, being around friends or her siblings, it was fun for her to tease him by dressing a little more risque, or dancing with him longer than with anyone else.

But when they danced - be it ballroom dancing on a rooftop, or something that generated a little more friction in the club - they moved fluidly together. As though they were made to be partners for one another in more than just love, but in dancing as well.

The lights were down and there were flashing lights in purple and red and green and white. The music was loud, just as she remembered, and all that mattered was that she was here with Thomas.

Wyatt found out that the French men were turned on by Anne's tight red dress as much as he was. Well, not all of them, but some. They ogled her and tried to get her attention at the dance floor. Wyatt didn't hesitate in putting them back into their places. Of course he'd let Anne dance with other guys if she wanted to, and he knew she could handle being hit on, but he didn't particularly want to share her with others now that he didn't have to, like in London.

"I could get used to monopolizing you!," he shouted at Anne's ear while the music was blazing on around them. One moment his hands were on her hips, next up in the air. During the briefest pause between songs Wyatt pulled Anne into an embrace. Just because he could.

With his whole body in motion, Wyatt's laughter proved without doubt that he was having a good time. "Just say if you want a drink!" he shouted again.

Anne found it flattering that the French men were interested in her, but she didn't entertain their advances - not here; this was time that she had committed to Thomas. This was time where she didn't have to pretend that there was nothing between them. Back home she would likely have flirted with the men so that George or Mary wouldn't suspect she was avoiding them. Here, she didn't have to do that, and she was going to relish that for as long as she possibly could.

She tilted her head back, closer to Thomas's mouth when she saw he was speaking, so she could hear him better. Anne grinned at his first remark and nodded vigorously. For the most part, she kept her hands on her own hips as she moved in rhythm with the music, but there were occasions when she rested her hands atop his, or reached back and up to wrap her arms loosely around her neck. But every time he embraced her, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him in turn. Indeed, because she could.

"Drink sounds good!" It had been a while since they'd arrived, and dancing always did make her thirsty. She gestured to the bar in case he'd had trouble hearing her over the music.

Smiling, Wyatt nodded and led them towards the bar. He held tight on Anne's hand as they zigzagged through the crowd of wild dancers, and didn't let go until they were in the clear, so to speak.

"I didn't expect such a crowd on a Sunday night but it's good. This is a good place," he said, opening the top button of his shirt. The music was just the type they both liked.

"What are you having? I'm gonna go for...," Wyatt rubbed his chin. "Vodka Collins," he decided after seeing a man enjoying that drink next to him. It was simple, not loaded with million different flavours and not too heavy on alcohol. He wasn't planning to be hungover the next morning.

As they waited for their drinks, Wyatt's fingers moved dreamily across Anne's back. Her skin was glowing and it felt deliciously warm to his touch.

Anne laced her fingers with his and followed him closely to the bar. She didn't want to get separated from him, nor did she want to be pulled away by someone else who wanted to dance with her. When they arrived at the bar Anne turned her ear towards him to hear what he was saying. She nodded when he finished speaking.

"Yeah, this place always seems busy, but not too crowded either," Anne replied. "We used to come here a lot on weekends."

She glanced to the bar options when he asked what she wanted to drink. Vodka was fine, but not her drink of choice. "I'll have a Manhattan," she replied. Not the trendiest drink, to be sure, but it was definitely the Boleyn thing to drink.

Anne smiled when she felt his fingers along her bare back. She turned to him and brought her fingers up to toy with his collar a bit. Her fingers brushed against his chest, as he'd opened that button on his shirt. As much of a flirt as she was and how much she liked to tease him with shows of skin, it seemed he was just as flirtatious.

"Work hard, play hard. That's you, alright," Wyatt agreed and pulled Anne against his thigh. He tilted his head as if to kiss her but - as she knew - he could tease, too. So there was no kiss, only an admiring stare at Anne's dark eyes and a barely-there touch of his nose to her cheek.

With their drinks ready, Wyatt straightened up again. Anne's Manhattan arrived in a stylish coupe glass usually reserved for champagne. Wyatt raised his own glass.

"To hot nights?" He was hot from dancing and she was hot in his eyes so what could be a better toast?

Anne smiled and moved to slightly straddle his thigh as he pulled her against it. She leaned in for a kiss, and pouted when he didn't end up kissing her. But she smiled, turnabout was fair play. She could get him back later if she wanted.

Anne lifted her glass in turn and smiled at his toast. "Hot nights and steamy mornings," she added, clinking her glass against his to seal the toast before taking a sip.

Wyatt took a good long drink from his glass and shook his head. "Hot and steamy? That's too much for me. I need to be in driving condition tomorrow morning."

His free hand slid down the curve of her waist. That made him change his mind. "Yeah, why not. Let's have both. Hot and steamy."

When they arrived back at the hotel a few hours later, Anne would know he'd spoken the truth. She would find herself pushed against the door, getting her dress hiked up and her neck kissed. Again, Wyatt was tired but not too tired for this.

Anne grinned as he mentioned being in driving condition, originally protesting her proclamation. But then he agreed and she leaned into him a bit more.

"We're on holiday, after all. Can't be limiting ourselves, now can we? Indulgence is a requirement!" She teased.

For the next few hours that they were at the club, Anne made it a point to live up to their toast. She put extra effort into grinding against Thomas and rolling her body gracefully to the rhythm of the music. But she was only too eager to leave and get back to the hotel.

Anne locked the door behind them as Thomas pushed her up against it. As he hiked her dress up, he would find no panties in his way. Anne herself was content, feeling his lips move over her sensitive skin as she tilted her head back. While he hiked her dress up, Anne reached down, undoing his belt with a flick of her wrist, and working open the zipper and button of his pants with ease despite the frenzy of lust he was driving her to. Slowly her fingers slipped beneath the waistline of his pants, but rather than trail down, she teasingly moved her fingers up beneath his shirt and along his abdomen.

No panties? Well, Anne's underwear was usually of such delicate sort that it almost wasn't there even if it was, so as Wyatt's hands reached bare skin under the dress, nothing seemed unusual to him at first. He'd gone nearly mad at the club, watching her dance in her fluid, cat-like manner in front of him. Now he just wanted her naked.

Wyatt pressed their foreheads together to watch Anne unzip his pants and slide her hand-- ah! not down but up, making him suck his stomach in. His hands resumed their trail along her rear, and if she paid notice, he suddenly hesitated and stopped and pulled her dress further up in search of the missing garment.

"Anne?" he jerked back his head and grinned, but he didn't look down. He looked straight into her eyes. The short hem of the dress was now at her waist and he could not find anything else underneath it.

"You didn't? All this time? If I'd known..." He laughed and crouched down to lift her up, holding under her backside as her legs hung on both sides of him.

"You are French, through and through."

When at first he didn't react, Anne knew he hadn't come upon the realization yet that she had gone commando to the club. So she waited patiently, drawing her fingers up along his abdomen, giggling in playful delight when he reacted to her touch, clearly not what he had thought she was going to do. Slowly she started moving to pull his belt off altogether and undo his pants. She had only just pushed them down the slightest bit when he finally realized her little secret.

"Surprise," she purred as he grinned at her. Though when he lifted her up she cried out in surprise - she hadn't been expecting that! Anne threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her up. "And I know you would not have me any other way."

She kissed him softly and pressed her forehead against his. Again she chuckled and dropped her voice to a low whisper, leaning in and going for his oh-so-sensitive ear. "If you had known....would you have tried to take me in the middle of the club?" She teased, letting her tongue and teeth brush over his earlobe.

Humming happily, Wyatt's head tilted to the side to allow Anne's lips move freely along his ear. His thoughts were pretty muddled at the moment. She smelled so nice. Her breasts, though still covered but nonetheless visibly rising and falling with her breathing, just inches apart from his eyes. The knowledge that she'd been wearing nothing under the dress...

"Not in the middle of... what do you take me for?" he scolded her while slowly stepping away from the door. "In the restrooms. If you'd let me."

As soon as he'd said it, Wyatt looked at Anne with some trepidation. What if she was disgusted at the assumption she'd ever fuck in a toilet just because her pantyless ass made him too impatient? Good grief! He wasn't any better than the horny teenage he'd been years ago.

He wasn't even proving to be different. Between the two windows in the room there was a perfect stretch of a wall and that's where he backed Anne into. His pants were threatening to fall down and indeed they should but not before he rescued a condom from the back pocket and gave it into Anne's hands.

"I'm so glad you didn't dance with anyone else," he admitted his possessiveness of her.

Edited 2017-08-23 00:40 (UTC)

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