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 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."

"I love you, too. There's no one like you."

Wyatt was all too happy to kiss those sweet lips, again and again. As always after sex, when they both were warm and content, every inch of his body was tingling with pleasure. This time he felt his legs shake a bit, too, and so it was no bad thing to have Anne leaning on him. She could support him, just as he supported her.

"Now that was fun," he chuckled, eyes fleeing down to admire her smallish but well-shaped breasts. Just to feel them press against his chest, Wyatt wrapped his hands around her lower back and held her close.

He stood there for a while, unable to let her go. "So... bed? D'you need to go to bathroom first?"

Anne smiled, grinning from ear to ear and nuzzled him again. Indeed, they were both happy and there was clearly no one else in the world for them. She was only too happy to support him, even in more than just the literal sense. Anne was determined to be his rock, the person to depend on when he needed it most.

She wanted to be his confidante as well as his lover.

"More than just 'fun'," she teased, her fingers pushing slowly through his hair as she kissed him softly. "Bed sounds nice. Yes, give me just a moment in the bathroom and I'll join you soon enough."

Anne stepped back jut little, slowly. She was just as shaky and tingling with pleasure as he was. After a moment she slowly stepped towards the bathroom, just to clean up a little before she got into bed for the evening.

While Anne was freshening up, Wyatt got undressed, found a can of soda from the little fridge in their room and pondered his incredible luck. Anne had proven to be everything he hoped for in a woman. The talk of future they had earlier today - of buying a home together - had filled Wyatt's mind with a promise that she would be his wife before long.

A big yawn made him shake throughout. He wasn't good at staying awake after sex and the bed looked more than tempting. Wyatt slipped under the blankets and waited for Anne.

"Come, I'll kiss you to sleep," he smiled, reaching out for her when she appeared from the bathroom. Among other things that made his life better by having Anne in it, falling asleep with her was in the Top 3.

Anne had cleaned herself up and crawled into bed. Despite the warm season, being completely naked had left her cold before burrowing into the covers with Thomas. She got comfortable beside him and cuddled in close. At his words she smiled and nuzzled his neck at first.

"No better sendoff than that," she whispered softly in French, knowing he would understand. Anne kissed him softly as she leaned into his body.

Since they had started their relationship, Anne had found herself unwilling to go to sleep without him. It was difficult to fall asleep without his warmth enveloping her. So the fact that they could rest so easily here, without fear of needing to wake early and avoid being caught, it was incredible and perfect.

Anne kissed him again, her eyes fluttering shut and remaining so as she began to fall asleep. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Noticing her little shivers, Wyatt rubbed Anne's back and shoulder blades first and then did what he had promised. She was to get soft little kisses all over her face, lips the last. That was about all he had time to do before succumbing to sleep.

On the next morning they lounged on the bed until it was time to head for a brunch at the Dubois cafe. Two cups of good hot coffee, an omelette and a slice of carrot cake filled Wyatt's stomach and he was ready for new adventures. The original plan had been to go get their rental car while Anne waited at the hotel with their luggage but now he decided to give Anne the chance to spend more time with her old friends at the cafe.

Besides, he looked forward to surprising her. Yeah, it was flashy but it wasn't every day he could honk the horn of a blue convertible at the side of a French driveway.

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As always, Anne was reluctant to get out of bed. But eventually she did get out and get dressed and packed. She was happy to see the Dubois again - Anne opted for a sweetened espresso to wake her up, a small cinnamon roll with rich icing and an omelette as her breakfast. She was happy to be able to spend a little more time with her old friends, who spoke high praise of Thomas when he left to get the car. Especially Madame Dubois, who giggled almost girlishly over how handsome he was.

Anne heard the honking, then glanced up - she didn't pay the car's driver much attention when she saw it. Such a flashy vehicle indeed. Anne attempted to continue her conversation with the older couple, but Mr. Dubois was chuckling and his wife had the widest eyes, pointing out the door.

It was then she took a closer look at the blue convertible and its driver. Anne laughed and nearly ran out - but quickly she doubled back and kissed them both goodbye. Then Anne bolted out the door and laughed as she ran up to the driver's side of the car, leaning on it and looking down at Thomas.

"What's this!? My goodness, you certainly like to travel in style," She grinned.

He laughed heartily. "Nice, huh? But this is like Cinderella's carriage that will disappear and turn into a pumpkin in a couple of days. Hop in, Mademoiselle. You are my eyes and my compass, and the love of my life, of course."

There was a map of France on the center console between the seats. Wyatt had folded it open to show the major highways out of Paris. He'd also planted a Post-It note with a name and telephone number of their next destination to the edge of the map. Just like he'd explained, they were going to stay at a wineyard.

"We need to get to road A5, to Troyes." Troyes was one of the largest towns in the Champagne region, and approximately two hours away from Paris.

"Or we can take some winding backroad if you want to savour the journey. Either way, I'm trusting you with the map."

((ooc: I just randomly chose Troyes and a quick google search revealed it to be a beautiful Renaissance town with Tudor style buildings.))

Edited 2018-01-26 21:03 (UTC)

Anne laughed and shook her head as she got into the car. Before she buckled in she leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. To fully paint the picture of a European vacation, Anne reached into her purse and pulled out a silk scarf. She smoothed her hair back before she tied the scarf over her hair to keep it covered and unmussed by the wind while they drove.

She glanced to the map and smiled at the notion that she could lead them through France, through the most beautiful places in the country.

"Winding backroads it is," she smiled as she gestured to the road ahead. "Head to town square and take a left to get out of the city."

She would lead them through the countryside to enjoy the sun and fields of flowers and grapes before they would arrive at their destination. If only for today, she could pretend that this was a regular day for them, two lovers on a daytime country drive.

She planned to milk it for as long as she could.

((ooc: Ooooh it looks like a canal city! How pretty! Perfect choice!!))

Wyatt smiled when he saw Anne pull out that scarf. With the 1950's convertible and her impeccable style, they were bound to attract attention, especially every time they stopped at red lights.

"All we need is rockabilly music," he chuckled but didn't try to find a radio station that played such music. He needed to concentrate and keep his eyes on the traffic until they were safely out of downtown Paris.

It wouldn't have been necessary to take any breaks on the way to Troyes but when they spotted a couple of teenagers selling fresh strawberries by the side of the road, they purchased a small box and drove to a nice lookout place.

"Strawberries, a great view and an almost-French girlfriend... that's all I want," he mused after settling on the backseat and his arm wrapped around Anne's shoulder. A beautiful, rural landscape stretched out in front of them.

Anne settled in and tuned the radio as Thomas drove - not to rockabilly music, certainly not. She found a classical, upbeat music station which proved the perfect ambiance for their drive into the country. Anne had her seatbelt buckled, but she did settle in and lean against Thomas as he drove - though she was careful not to inhibit him or his driving.

It was such a peaceful drive, Anne nearly fell asleep. But when Thomas stopped she became more alert, and smiled at the sight of the fresh strawberries. The lookout place didn't take long to get to. Anne moved to the back seat with Thomas as he parked the car and leaned into him when he wrapped his arm around her.

"Me too - there's nothing more I could want from life," she smiled as she nuzzled against his neck and looked out over the view. Slowly she reached up and untied the silk scarf around her hair, since they were parked she didn't have to worry about her hair getting mussed. "This is absolutely perfect, Thomas."

Wyatt had smiled to himself as he noticed Anne's head starting to bob. It would have happened to him as well, had he been the one sitting on the passenger seat after such a filling breakfast. He didn't mind. On the contrary, he quite enjoyed being silent with her.

Since the traffic was almost nonexistent, Wyatt quickly got comfortable with driving on the right side of the road, steering with his left hand and holding onto Anne's hand that rested on his thigh.

Now they looked across a valley of fields and got their fingers red with strawberry juice. Like she had said, it was perfect. Wyatt reached out to smooth over Anne's hair when she removed the scarf.

"Don't thank me for French countryside," he chuckled and leaned even closer for a soft little kiss.

"Well, as much I like keeping you in suspense, we should discuss my travel plans. I've made some reservations that need to be confirmed if we're to act on them but I want your opinion. We could drive all the way to Italy, to Milan or Verona, and then return to London by train. Would you like that? I'm talking about one of those historical trains like Orient Express, Agatha Christie's style. It's a fancy overnight train, formal dinners and all. If you're not up to that, we can just fly home, no problem."

Anne smiled and nuzzled him playfully. As he revealed his plan, Anne tilted her head, and her eyes widened with each detail. For a moment she was silent before seizing his hands and absolutely grinning from ear to ear.

"A train sounds wonderful Thomas!" She exclaimed. "Italy sounds perfect, we could spend time near the water and enjoy the sea before we are land-bound by the train. Oh but the countryside will be absolutely divine!"

She was ecstatic for several minutes before she calmed down and looked to him. For a moment she was silent as she looked at him, overwhelmed for a moment. "You truly planned all of this for me...for us. You're so wonderful and kind...what gods or manner of powers that be did I please to have deserved such a loving man?"

Anne leaned in and kissed him softly, tasting strawberry on his lips as she remained close.

[For Thomas] [Modern AU] Secret Holiday

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