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 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.

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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.

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Anne laughed as he scolded her. Then again, softer, as he looked nervously up at her after his declaration of where he would have gone with her if he'd known she hadn't been wearing any panties. With a smile she pushed some of his unruly curls back from his face as he guided her back to the wall.

"Come now, the club was dark, it's not like anyone would have noticed," she teased. "But the restrooms would indeed be more private, you're right."

One leg came up as he had her pressed back against the wall, wrapping around his waist to pull him in closer as his pants fell. Anne tilted her head when he made his possessive remark, but it didn't put her off - not at all. She liked how territorial he was, honestly he hoped it continued when they returned home from holiday.

"We're not out with Mary and George. It's just the two of us. I have no need to dance with anyone else," she pointed out as she leaned up to kiss him. "But then, I have never liked dancing with anyone else."

She took the offered condom from him and tucked a corner of the package between her teeth, grinning playfully up at him.

"With the way you drew attention, trust me, it would have been noticed," Wyatt assured and ran his hand slowly along her leg. How smooth it was... and his to explore.

"You're the only one I want to dance with, too," he said quietly and returned that kiss.

When Anne posed with the condom package in her mouth, Wyatt could feel the heat rising in him, spiralling low in his stomach and sending sparks to rest of his body.

"Hah, it was best I didn't know. What we did this morning kind of threw me off the rails already," he chuckled, thinking of their lovemaking in the tub. He'd been thinking about it all day.

Squeezing Anne's thigh, Wyatt pressed harder against her. He needed to kiss her and for that, he took back the condom wrapper from her mouth and offered his lips instead. The kiss was soft, and passionate, and everything in between.

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Anne bit her lower lip as his hand explored up along her thigh. Feeling his fingers climb higher along her leg made her tremble with desire. She smirked as he reflected on their morning, and she couldn't help it when a blush rose in her cheeks. She too felt heat rising inside her.

"Well, the bath just seemed so enticing, how was I to resist?" She smirked as she leaned in when he came to kiss her. She let him remove the condom, then tilted her head to deepen the kiss when his lips brushed over hers.

Heat continued to rise inside her, straight up from her core, making her back arch to press her body against his. Her arms wrapped more firmly around him, tucking under his arms and letting her hands rest at his shoulder blades.

"Thomas..." she moaned softly against his lips. One hand slid down and pulled her dress up a bit more. She couldn't wait any longer. She'd been thinking about their morning in the tub all day long as well. She had wanted him the entire time they were in the club. The heat and friction between them from all the dancing had only amplified this need.

"I know... just a sec."

With his trousers down at his ankles Wyatt's movements were somewhat restricted but he hardly noticed it. He wasn't going anywhere anyway, not even to the bed. He wanted her right here. So while Anne pulled up her dress, Wyatt hastily tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on his hardened length.

"You look positively naughty, my love," he smiled and lifted her up again. The wall behind Anne's back acted as a support and made it easier for him to reach between their bodies and point his cock at her entrance.

Then he held tight below her thighs and moved his hips upwards.

Anne grinned as he spoke and she moved carefully as he needed her to so that he could adjust himself accordingly. She trembled in arousal as she felt his cock line up with her slick entrance.

"Good...nice never suited me anyway," she chuckled softly.

As he moved his hips and his cock slid inside her in that single, fluid motion, Anne couldn't help it when her breath hitched. She trembled again, her hands gripping him tighter as she adjusted to feeling him inside her, stretching out her walls again.

"Oh God, Thomas..." she moaned as she leaned in and kissed him hard. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist to let him in that much deeper.

With Anne wrapped around him, Wyatt succumbed to the yearnings of his body. The kiss was hot and all-consuming, and the tastes of vodka and whiskey they'd drank at the club now mixed together in their breaths. As he began thrusting hard into her, kissing became a hazard and a potential for a painful teeth collision. Wyatt's lips moved to her neck instead.

"Ahh... You okay?" he gasped, still pounding her against the wall. "You feel good. So good. I love you."

She held onto him so tight that Wyatt could use his hands for touching her, not supporting her. One hand pulled down the top of her dress, exposing more skin. Her breasts were just the perfect size to be covered with his palms.

Anne savored the taste and heat of his mouth as they continued the kiss. Then as he moved lower and let his lips caress over her gloriously sensitive neck, Anne couldn't help whining aloud and arching her head back a bit to let him have more access to her skin.

"More than okay-! More than-...oh God, Thomas-!" She whimpered as she felt him stoking the heat inside her, her entire body kept growing hotter and tighter with each thrust of his hips. "God, Thomas, you're amazing!"

Her fingers pushed through his hair and her legs tightened around him as they continued. Then as he pulled down her dress and squeezed over her breasts, Anne cried out softly. With his head craned to kiss her neck, Anne leaned her own head down to kiss and nibble over his ear. "Don't stop, you're so good, Thomas-!"

"No, you are. Anne. So good... to me."

And so good at this. To feel her muscles tightening around him as she bounced in his arms set Wyatt's nerves in a flame. Hands slid away from Anne's breasts and wrapped securely around her, pressing them flush against each other.

Since his head was turned to accommodate Anne's lips near his ear, Wyatt glanced the other way - and saw a reflection of their passionate embrace.

"Anne...," he chuckled. "Look. Look in the mirror by the door."

Their mirror-selves looked back at them with same expressions, totally unashamed.

Anne felt her entire body trembling and her core squeezing tight around him as he kept up that steady pace. She heard him speak before she glanced up to look at the mirror. Anne blushed darkly as she saw the lewd reflections of themselves, but she had no regrets looking, nor did she have any regrets or shame in what she was doing.

She chuckled lowly as she felt her walls quiver at the sight. "Mmmm how lewd you are, my dear," she purred against his ear. The distinct chuckle in her voice showed well enough that she was not actually scolding him.

Anne found that she couldn't stop herself from glancing up and watching how Thomas' body moved and thrust into her over and over. She blushed darker and her breath grew short and ragged in her chest. Her breasts heaved slightly against his chest as she breathed so heavily.

"Thomas...oh God-! Yes...yes!" she cried out as tingling heat built and blazed inside her.

He'd seen Anne's reflection in mirrors and shop windows many times. This time she looked... smaller somehow. More fragile than he'd ever considered her to be. Maybe it was the way she had to cling onto him. Whatever it was, it startled him, and it excited him. His fingers digged into the flesh of her backside as his thrusts became sharper, and faster.

"Lewd? I'm not the one- ahh, running around commando. I'm the one who... commands," he grinned and gave her lips a little lick with his tongue.

"Kiss me, my love. I can't last much longer."

Anne only ever looked this fragile with Thomas; for Thomas. She would never allow any other man to consider her or see her so vulnerable. That was for Thomas' gaze only.

Still, at his phrasing she threw back her head and laughed playfully. The one who commands; indeed, perhaps he was. He commanded her to such positions and states of unending lust. He was the only man who could do as much.

Anne was only too happy to kiss him again, deep and hard as she felt her body quaking against him. She moaned and cried out into the kiss. Her nails dug slightly into his back as she felt her core tighten; then suddenly released in a rush of heat. Her core flooded with heat and her fluids dripped down his length as she quaked against him.

Her release triggered his own and made him cry out in satisfaction. Making love in the tub had been mind-blowing but he'd had to withdraw too soon. No fear of that now.

As spasms took over him, intensified by the scratch of Anne's nails on his skin, Wyatt held her warm body tight and whispered love words into her hair. But soon he was starting to feel the effects of the unaccustomed position of standing with bent knees for as long as he'd had. The backs of his legs were cramping.

"Can you put your feet down, please?" he asked, somewhat breathless. "You are... so beautiful," he added and placed a kiss over her breast.

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Anne laughed softly as she felt Thomas buckling against her. She slowly moved her legs, which were also achy and tense, and set her feet on the ground. Anne leaned up and kissed him again and again.

"Mmm...you're amazing," she moaned softly. Her forehead pressed against his, and she smiled up at him. "So incredible, my love."

It took her a moment to recover her breath. But it was pure bliss that washed over her then. The afterglow rushed through her very blood as her arms remained wrapped loosely around his neck. "I love you so much."

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