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The blare of the alarm clock on the bedside table rang in Anne’s ears. Reflexively, she moved to turn it off. She couldn’t stand the noise for too long. However, she found herself barely able to move .
Oh yeah - she was married now.
It was her husband’s arms wrapped around her. She couldn’t help but smile at that realization.
Alas, the alarm was still going off, and he seemed as if he could sleep all the way through it, so she nudged him a little.
Gilbert stirred a bit, but still seemed asleep.
She nudged him again. Harder that time, and that seemed to do it.
“Hm…” was all he said, as his eyes finally opened.
“Hi there.” Anne said, and he blinked sleepily at her, trying to piece together the waking world.
“Good morning,” Gilbert mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” she replied, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “The alarm’s been going off for a while now. I figured I’d wake you up before it drove me completely mad.”
Gilbert chuckled, stretching his arms above his head and finally releasing Anne from his embrace. “I’m sorry, carrots. I guess I’m just a heavy sleeper.”
Anne rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s an understatement. I had to nudge you twice. If you keep this up, I might start setting the alarm for an hour earlier, just to be safe.”
“Well, in that case,” he said, reaching for the alarm clock to turn it off, “I’ll make sure to be less of a deadweight tomorrow morning.”
Anne giggled, and he moved to lay down in their previous position.
“The train leaves at nine. We have two and a half hours.” she reminded him.
“Mhm,” he said, looking at her.
How did he get this lucky?
“It’s only a thirty-minute ride. We have time, don’t you think?”
“Hm, maybe. But better to be early than late.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t be.” he said reassuringly, cupping her cheek.
She leaned into it, “I guess so.”
There was a moment of silence before Anne spoke up again.
“So, what do you suggest we do to fill the time, dear husband?”
He didn’t miss the change in tone of her voice, and the suggestive expression on her face. He raised his eyebrow and she was unwavering.
Little did he know what he was getting himself into.
“I might have a few ideas,” he said, before leaning in to kiss her.
She gladly reciprocated, kissing him back passionately. His hand made itself to her waist, feeling the thin satin material, and it was only then he realized that she was only wearing her chemise.
He pulled away.
“Were you always wearing this?” he asked, looking down at her body.
“You’re just noticing?”
“Somehow, I am.”
“Like it?”
“I love it,” he said, leaning in to place a peck on her cheek, “I love you.”
“Want me?”
There was a pause for a beat, “You know I do.”
Anne let a smug smile overtake her features before pushing him on his back so she could straddle him, and Gilbert’s hands instinctively went to her hips.
She leaned down to kiss him again, hand cupping his jaw before running her hand down his clothed chest.
He felt her breasts against his chest through the material of the chemise and gulped.
“Do you really?” she asked as she began to grind her hips into his and kiss his neck. He felt the rub of her hardened nipples against him as she moved, and she tried to ignore how good the pressure of his growing hardness felt against her.
“Of course I do,” he said breathily.
And hummed before capturing his lips once more in a deep kiss. She ground down on him harder.
“Last night…” he trailed off, breathing heavily.
“I know,” she said, trying to keep her composure. She had a plan. “It’s a real shame,” she said, sucking on his neck.
He nodded, closing his eyes and unconsciously grinding his hips up into hers.
“A real shame that we have places to be,” she said, stopping the motion of her hips and sitting back up.
“…huh?”
Wordlessly, she swung her leg so she could get off of him and took a second to look at the tent in his pants before getting off the bed.
“What are you doing, dear wife?”
“I’m going to start breakfast! I’d appreciate some help, y’know.”
“But you… I-”
“Hm?”
“…”
“…”
“What’s happening here?”
She smiled, leaning down once more to kiss him.
“You have to put in some work to get what you want,” was all she said before walking out, leaving Gilbert riled up and alone.
Goodness, that was hard. She wanted nothing more than to go back in there and finish what they’d started.
But, she wanted to have some fun with it.
He slumped more into the mattress, “You’re a wicked woman!” he said, and she laughed from the hallway.
He was about to resort to his last option, and before he could even make way to touch himself, he heard her say from downstairs, “Don’t even try it!”
Damn it.
– – – – –
After calming down, he went down to help her with breakfast, and it turned out very well. It was eggs and pancakes.
“Need a hand?” he asked, rolling up the long sleeves of his shirt.
“I could always use an extra set of hands!” Anne replied, her eyes sparkling with delight. She handed him a whisk and pointed to a bowl of batter. “Could you mix this for me while I finish the pancakes?”
“Of course,” Gilbert said, diving into the task. As he whisked, he watched her move gracefully around the kitchen, her hair catching the morning light. It was one of the greatest mysteries of his life - how she could have ever not loved the beautiful auburn that graced her features so perfectly.
“Do you think we’ll have enough?” Anne mused, glancing over at the stack of golden pancakes piling up on the plate.
“Absolutely! We can always save some for later,” he reassured her. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I could eat twice my weight in pancakes.”
Anne chuckled, her laughter ringing like a sweet melody. “Well, let’s not test that theory just yet,” she said, kissing his cheek.
As they finished preparing breakfast, the table was set with a colorful spread—fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, perfectly cooked eggs, and fresh fruit. Gilbert took a moment to appreciate it all, the beauty of the food and the joy of sharing this morning with Anne.
‘I could get used to this.’ they both thought as they sat at the table together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
Eventually, the moment ended, and it was time to get ready.
“I’ll do the dishes. You can go shower,” Gilbert said, standing up and taking her plate.
Anne smiled at him, standing up before kissing his cheek.
“Care to join me?”
Gilbert’s eyebrows raised, “Really?”
Aw, he had such a hopeful tone.
“Nope!” she said before letting go and walking away. She wishes she could have seen his expression, but the groan she heard in the distance was good enough.
– – – – –
They were out of the house by a quarter past eight, and got to the station early. The wait didn’t feel like too long, though, and soon enough they were on the train.
The ride would be five hours long. Neither of them ever really enjoyed long train rides, but it was certainly faster than a ship or by carriage.
As the train pulled away from the station, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks began to fill the air. Anne settled into her seat, glancing at Gilbert beside her, who had already pulled out a book. She felt a familiar flutter of excitement. This was their honeymoon—the beginning of their shared adventure, and she wanted every moment to be special.
“Are you really going to read the whole way?” she asked, leaning playfully against him.
Gilbert looked up, a teasing smile on his lips. “I thought I’d catch up on some reading while I can. But I suppose I could be persuaded otherwise.”
Anne grinned, her heart racing. “Oh, you think so? I have a few ideas.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Do you now?”
“Definitely! For starters, we could create our own stories,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You could be the dashing hero, and I could be the adventurous heroine. What shall our plot be?”
Gilbert chuckled, closing the book.
“Perhaps a tale of love lost and found on a long train ride?” he suggested, his tone playful as he leaned closer. “Or should we make it a mystery, where we solve a crime while hurtling through the countryside?”
Anne’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “A mystery sounds delightful! What if we encounter a thief on the train? And it’s up to us to catch him before he gets away with someone’s prized possessions?”
“I like it!” he exclaimed, now fully engaged. “We’ll need to devise a plan. How about we start by gathering clues? You can interview the passengers, and I’ll observe them from afar.”
“Perfect!” Anne laughed, clapping her hands together. “But I think I should do the observing. You tend to be too obvious in your intentions. You might frighten our suspects away!”
“Me? Obvious? Never!” he chuckled, feigning offense. “But you might have a point. You have a knack for charm.”
With that, they exchanged conspiratorial glances, both eager to dive into their imaginary world. Anne sat up straight, her hands folded as if preparing for a serious investigation.
“Alright, first suspect: the man in the corner with the brown hat,” she declared, glancing towards a man who appeared lost in thought. “What’s your assessment?”
Gilbert squinted, pretending to be deep in thought. “He seems suspiciously aloof. Perhaps he’s hiding something beneath that hat. Let’s say he’s a retired magician who’s turned to a life of crime!”
“Ooh, I like it! A magician turned thief. Tell me more.”
It reminded Anne of the stories she would tell herself, and then other people, as a child. Stories that shew admittedly still stored in the back of her mind.
Stories that she had someone willing to listen to.
– – – – –
The train chugged along, and as the landscape blurred past, Anne felt another wave of extreme happiness wash over her. They were sitting together. Laughing together.
“What are we going to do when we get there?” Anne asked, leaning on his shoulder.
“Hm… maybe some sightseeing? We will be tourists there after all.”
“Sounds good to me, Mr. Blythe.”
“I’m glad you think so, Mrs. Blythe.” he said, resting his head on hers.
“But, I am tired. What time is it?” The day before had been exhausting, and their early set alarm clock was not of assistance.
Gilbert checked his wristwatch, “Half past ten,” he responded.
“Alright. Wake me up in an hour if you don’t fall asleep yourself,” she said jokingly.
Gilbert feigned offense, “I will not.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”
“You will see.”
– – – – –
Anne woke up to the sound of the hiss of the train’s brakes. She lifted her head off her husband’s shoulder, and was unsurprised to see her husband waking up at the movement.
“Mr. I will not fall asleep , is that you?”
Gilbert smiled sheepishly, rubbing his eyes before saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever you say,” Anne kissed his cheek before getting up and flattening any crushes in her dress caused by sitting for so long. Gilbert got up a few seconds later, grabbing their suitcases from the overhead compartment.
“Shall we, Mrs. Blythe?”
“We shall, Mr. Blythe.”
Walking together, they purchased some refreshments, the newspaper for the day, and magazines. They’d have to go to the hotel to drop off the bags, but there would still be about an hour to stroll around before their room would be ready.
They rented a carriage, and were off to the hotel - a place called the ‘Coral Haven Inn’. From the images they had seen in the newspaper, the newly opened resort looked lovely. The idea of going to a new place was frowned upon by Rachel, but the young couple was nothing if not open to trying new things.
One thing that Gilbert noticed was how the city (or at least the area they were visiting) used 1820s London styled carriages. He was torn between being grateful and alarmed, because he had no idea what Anne had been up to since that morning, and the ride was to be about forty-five minutes. He didn’t know if he could manage any more of her teasing.
Settling into the carriage, he stole a glance at Anne, whose eyes sparkled with excitement. She drew the curtain, peering out at the city’s vibrant life unfolding before them. It was surely a tourists’ town.
Children holding the hands of their parents in leisurely clothing, looking all around and asking questions.
“Look at that!” Anne exclaimed, pointing at a colorful display of flowers lined up in between buses by the sidewalk. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is,” Gilbert replied, enjoying the way her enthusiasm lit up her features. “You always find the beauty in everything.”
Anne turned to him, her expression softening. “Life is too short to overlook the small wonders, Gil.”
“That, it is,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it before resting their interlaced hands on the seat.
As the carriage rolled onward, the scenery blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Anne’s eyes darted from one sight to another, while Gilbert found joy in watching her. The city felt alive, a canvas waiting for them to paint their own memories.
“Let’s make today unforgettable,” he said, and Anne’s smile widened. She turned to look through the window again.
“Oh, I’m sure it will be.” she said, just loudly enough for Gilbert to hear. He didn’t respond verbally, but Anne felt the hold on her hand become a bit firmer.
Why not have some fun?
She closed the curtain, and when she turned around to close the one on his side, she saw that his head was leaned back and his eyes were closed. Anne decided to ignore the feeling that fluttered within her at the sight.
She cupped his cheek and he opened his eyes to look at her.
“Are you alright, Gil?”
He nodded, and she raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I am. Are you?” he asked.
“More than,” she said, smiling, and he returned it. She leaned in to place a peck on his lips.
“I can’t believe we’re actually married. It feels like a dream… or some kind of shared hallucination.” Gilbert chuckled.
“Well, if it is, then I must admit that I’d like to stay in it for the rest of my days.”
“As would I,” he said before leaning in to kiss her again deeply, cupping her face with the hand that wasn’t holding hers.
“I love you.” she said between kisses.
“I love you.” he returned, and felt her smile against his lips. She was up to something.
His hand fell from her face as she shifted to begin placing featherlight kisses on his jaw. His breath hitched when her hand pushed his collar down so she could lick the bright red hickey that she had left that morning.
She pulled away, giving him a break. Or so he thought.
“We have over half an hour left. That’s quite a bit of time, no?” she asked quietly, looking into his eyes.
“I guess it is,” Gilbert coughed. He was married to an evil woman.
“What do you suppose we do to fill it, dear husband? The time, I mean.”
Instead of responding verbally, he kissed her once more. This kiss was not as slow as the first one. It was fiercely passionate, and Anne ended up leaning back till her head was against the carriage’s inner wall.
His lips made way to her jaw, then neck, and his hands squeezed her waist.
Anne knew that she had a plan, but its details were fuzzy at that moment as he used his teeth to lightly graze the spot under her ear that he knew drove her mad. It wasn’t as if either of them would do anything for the first time in a strange carriage in a far away city, so she indulged the sensations.
He moved from a light graze to a gentle bite, and Anne gasped out in delight. He was careful not to leave any hickeys, because unlike him, her clothes would not cover them up
“Gil,” she breathed out, running her hands through his hair and holding the back of his head for some stability, even though she was practically laying down.
Anne hiked her knee up and shifted it to rub at Gilbert’s crotch.
Almost immediately, he remembered where they were; his hand flew to hold her knee in place and break away from her neck.
Anne ignored the excited twist she felt deep within herself at the feeling of his firm grip on her and the sight of his eyes closed, jaw clenching.
“Anne,” he started.
“Gilbert.”
“Darling.”
“Dear.”
He didn’t quip back immediately, opening his eyes to look at her. He was met with that mischievous glint that he had gotten quite well acquainted with, and closed his eyes again for a few seconds, muttering a curse under his breath.
“We are in a carriage. A moving carriage.”
“I am aware.”
“We are in a far away city. One with people we’ve never seen or met.”
“Indeed.”
“Do you think this is very appropriate, dear wife?”
“Would you like to know what I think?”
“For the first time, I’m not very sure.”
“I think…” she whispered the rest of her thought into his ear, and Gilbert’s eyes widened before he backed away from her.
“Temptress!” he exclaimed, and she giggled.
“Me?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Well, who else?” he asked, and she laughed.
He shook his head and moved off her, to Anne’s dismay. He helped her sit upright in the seat again and fix her clothes up, then began to do the same for himself.
“I actually have something for you.” Anne said a few moments later, and Gilbert raised an eyebrow.
“For me? What is it?”
“A letter. It’s not a wedding gift, but I had carried it just in case I felt bold enough to give it to you on this trip. Admittedly, I didn’t expect the boldness to come so soon, but it did, and now I have to give it to you.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I’d love to read it. Is it in the bags?”
“Yes, so it’ll have to wait until we arrive. That’s probably for the best, though.”
“Interesting,” he said suspiciously, “And why would that be, dear?”
“Well, the content of the letter would probably make it uncomfortable to read in public.” she quickly looked him up and down as she said that. Gilbert knew what she was getting at, but decided to continue acting clueless.
“And what kind of content would that be?” he asked, trying to conceal the smirk fighting its way to his face.
Anne’s cheeks reddened, “You’ll see.”
Gilbert hummed, and she returned to looking out the window.
A few minutes later, another conversation started between them. Anne had decided to take a look at the newspaper they had gotten at the station, and saw a listing of fun activities in the area. She shifted to sit closer and show it to Gilbert, and he was just as interested.
“Well, you know we’ll have some time to kill before the room is ready, so we should do some of these things then.”
“Yes! This art museum,” she pointed to it in the paper, “Is right beside the resort. Convenient, isn’t it?”
“It really is.” he said, smiling.
– – – – –
They got there a few minutes later, and after checking in, they were told that the suite would be ready at 2 o’clock, so they could explore while they waited.
“So, shall we see what else this museum has to offer?”
“Absolutely! Lead the way, explorer,” he replied, offering his arm, which she gladly took.
They wandered into the gallery, where the sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating the vibrant colors of the paintings on the walls. Anne’s eyes darted from one masterpiece to another. Paintings from many different eras.
“Oh, look at that one!” she exclaimed, pointing to a landscape filled with swirling skies and a golden sun setting over the hills.
“It’s breathtaking,” Gilbert agreed, stepping closer to admire the details. “Can you imagine standing in that scene, feeling the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze?”
“I can!” she said, her imagination igniting. “I’d run through those fields, gathering wildflowers and spinning in circles until I fell over in the grass.”
Gilbert chuckled, charmed by her vivid imagery.
They continued exploring, finding themselves in a room filled with sculptures. Anne was drawn to a delicate figure of a woman, her marble form frozen in a graceful pose. “Look at her, Gilbert. She seems so full of emotion, like she’s lost in thought.”
“Perhaps she’s dreaming of her own adventures,” he suggested, moving beside her. “What do you think her story is?”
“Let’s find out,” she said, walking to look at its description.
“This sculpture represents a moment of introspection, capturing the essence of a woman lost in thought, contemplating her dreams and desires. The artist sought to evoke the beauty of possibility and the bittersweet nature of longing.” she read aloud.
“What a haunting concept,” he said, absorbing what she said.
“Oh, how tragical,” Anne said
– – – – –
They browsed through some more paintings, and moved on to three-dimensional pieces, analyzing each one and sharing their thoughts. Soon enough though, they were ready to go back.
It was a short walk, and they enjoyed every minute of it. It was certainly a tourist town. There was an array of stalls set up down the length of the strip, and a saxophonist was amongst them. He played loudly, but it would have been an outright lie to say that it didn’t sound beautiful.
This would be a lovely two weeks.
In no time at all, they got back to the hotel and received the room key. Off, they were.
On the walk to the room, they had time to admire the resort; it was certainly modern. Anne realized that they hadn’t really taken the time to examine the decor before running off to the museum.
The buildings were large, and the bricks were painted white. Usually, Anne would find the boring, but the setting was brought up by the large garden surrounding it, and certainly by the beach behind it. Some rooms with parapet balconies could be seen on the path they took.
“Oh, Gilbert, Isn’t it grand?” Anne asked quietly as they walked.
“It’s more than I could have imagined,” he said, equally fascinated.
Anne couldn’t help but admire the subtle blend of old and new. The brass doorknobs and sturdy wooden doors were classic, but the electric lights that softly illuminated the hallway gave the hotel a modern edge.
They got to their room on the third floor, not without Anne cursing the stairs for eternity, and Gilbert’s chuckles at her.
When they opened the door, they took off their shoes, but Anne barely even got a moment to admire the beautiful hotel room before hands were on her waist, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall.
Anne’s eyes widened at the sudden move, but once she was pinned against the wall, she couldn’t help but let a smile creep on her face.
“Why, what ever are you doing, Mr. Blythe?” she asked, acting scandalized.
“I’m not doing anything, Mrs. Blythe. Why?” he asked, lips finding her neck and laying teasing kisses.
Anne tried to continue the banter, but he started to lightly suck on the spot right above her collar bone, and she couldn’t help but inhale sharply. She would not acknowledge what the feeling of his smug grin against her neck did to her.
He was too good at this.
He made his way to kiss her lips once more, and she gladly reciprocated.
“This little… thing that you’re doing,” he started between kisses, “Are you quite done yet? Have you had your fill?”
She kissed him one more time before saying, “Nope!” and wiggling out of his hold, walking to their bags that had been placed beside the bed. She reveled in the groan that sounded from behind her, before unzipping a bag and beginning to search.
Gilbert sat on the bed, peeking over to see what she was doing.
“Nosey, much?”
He chuckled, still looking to see what she was searching for.
“Ah, here it is.” she said, pulling a white envelope out of the bag, “Here you go,” she handed it to him.
He took the envelope, eyeing her suspiciously, and read what was on it.
To: Gilbert Blythe
From: Anne Shirley-Cuthbert (Blythe?!)
He smiled at her name, before looking back at her. She was watching him.
“Should I read this now?”
She hummed, “You can read it whenever you want. Or not at all. It’s up to you.”
Well, the latter certainly wasn’t happening.
“I’ll read it tomorrow,” he said.
Anne laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t read it before nightfall.”
What? Are you implying that I lack self-control?”
“Hmm,” she acted as if she was in deep though before nodding, “Yes.”
“Well now I must prove you wrong,” he said.
Anne raised her eyebrows, “Oh, do you, now? Fine, then.”
She stood up and began to walk around, admiring the room.
“In here is so lovely. I’m just getting the opportunity to admire it, since I was immediately cornered upon entering the room.” smile curving her lips as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
He grinned, rising from the bed and stretching his arms before joining her. “Cornered, you say? I can hardly be blamed for that,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist for a moment before releasing her to explore.
Anne’s eyes wandered across the light wood furniture - the grand dresser with its ornate carvings. She trailed her fingertips along the soft cushion of one of the one-seater sofas.
“This bed looks like something out of a fairy tale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so grand.”
Anne turned to follow his gaze, and wholeheartedly agreed.
There was a large, freestanding wardrobe stood against the wall. Its heavy wooden doors were carved with intricate vines and leaves, like something straight out of a grand manor. She opened it slowly, the hinges creaking slightly.
“It smells of cedar,” she noted with a contented sigh. “They must have lined it to keep everything fresh.” She ran her hand along the smooth interior, imagining the fine dresses one might store within. “I should love a wardrobe like this at our own home.”
Gilbert made a mental note of that.
As they wandered back toward the bed, Gilbert’s attention shifted to the side table, where a small porcelain basin and water jug rested, gleaming in the soft light.
“Ah, another modern touch,” he mused, lifting the jug. “Running water is a luxury here, but we still have this for old times’ sake.” He smiled, setting it back down as Anne wandered toward the small writing desk near the window.
“Oh, Gilbert!” she called. “Look here, there’s even stationery, see? With the hotel’s name at the top.” She lifted a piece of fine, cream-colored paper and held it out to him, the name of the hotel embossed in elegant gold lettering. “I shall write a letter to Marilla and tell her about all our adventures.”
“Tell her about this grand place, and how you’ve been ‘cornered’ upon entry,” he teased, coming over to peer at the paper. “Though I’m not sure how much sympathy you’ll get from her for that.”
Anne chuckled, setting the paper back down. “She’ll never believe half of what I describe! And the room—oh, it’s something straight out of a novel. Look at those tapestries! I’ll have to tell her how refined and luxurious everything feels.”
The final touch to their exploration was the bathroom, where the porcelain tub sat invitingly, its brass fixtures gleaming in the lamplight. It had a matching shower head. Anne traced a finger over the rim of the tub, her voice filled with wonder.
“I can’t believe it, Gilbert. A bath and shower like this!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “We must make use of it before the night is through.”
Gilbert leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her delight with a soft smile. “Well, we certainly couldn’t let this go to waste, could we?
“No, we couldn’t,” she said.
He walked over to her, capturing her lips. His hands went to her waist, and soon enough, her backside was against the wall.
As their tongues moved together, Anne ran her fingers through his hair, and he bit her lip in response. The feeling was rather pleasant, and she found herself needing more.
But, before she could enjoy her husband’s wonderful lips for much longer, there was a knock at the door.
They exchanged a glance, both surprised. Gilbert moved toward the door, "I’ll get it," he said, straightening his shirt and giving Anne a quick, reassuring smile.
Opening the door, he was greeted by a tall, uniformed hotel staff member, a young bellboy carrying a silver tray. On it sat an elegantly folded note alongside a small bottle of champagne.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Blythe," the bellboy said with a polite nod. "I apologize for the intrusion, but this was sent up from the hotel manager. A small gift in honor of your honeymoon."
Gilbert smiled, accepting the tray. "How thoughtful," he said. "Thank you."
The bellboy gave a courteous bow and added, "If there’s anything else you need during your stay, please don’t hesitate to call for me, sir. My name is Jacob."
Anne stepped forward, intrigued. "Thank you, Jacob. That was very kind of the hotel."
With a final nod, the bellboy turned and left them in peace once again. Gilbert closed the door and brought the tray over to the small table near the window.
"Champagne? And a note," he mused aloud, passing the note to Anne.
Anne opened the letter delicately, her eyes scanning the finely written words. She read aloud:
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Blythe,
We hope you are enjoying your stay at our resort. Please accept this small token of our congratulations on your recent marriage. Should you wish for any recommendations for activities or excursions, please don’t hesitate to inquire at the front desk. We are delighted to have you with us and wish you a most memorable honeymoon.
With best regards,
The Management"
Anne smiled and folded the note neatly. “How thoughtful of them,” she said softly.
“You know, growing up in the countryside still influences me. Most of the older people in Avonlea would gasp if they were gifted alcohol.”
“I know!” she said, giggling, “But we’re a long way away from Avonlea, aren’t we?”
“That, we are.”
Gilbert popped the cork on the champagne bottle, pouring a glass for each of them. “To us?” he asked, raising his glass.
“Ah, how cliché,” she said, smiling while clinking her glass with his.
– – – – –
There was still some time to kill before dinner, so they went out and sat on the balcony, admiring the view of the resort and the ocean in the distance.
They watched the people walking around - families, couples, and individuals. They all went about their business, whether that was going to the hotel’s restaurant, to the beach, pools, and off the compound. When the sun’s light seemed to be a warmer tone, and it started to set behind the horizon, they began to get ready.
Anne told Gilbert to shower first, as she would need time to pick from her array of evening gowns she had brought.
Of course, not before teasing Gilbert with the idea of showering together and quickly dismissing it herself.
When he was finished and started to put on his own clothes, which really consisted of a white button up, black slacks and a matching black blazer, which he chose not to wear until they were ready to leave, and she gave him a peck on the lips before going in herself.
After hearing the water turn on, he sat on the bed, ready to continue his book until she was finished, and who knew when that would be?. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes when something white caught his eye in his peripheral.
The letter.
He’d done such a good job at not looking. At ignoring his curiosity. He would win this little bet with Anne if he could just hold out until after dinner.
It was very tempting, though.
Once he took notice of it, he couldn’t focus on his book. He tried to resist the temptation, but failed miserably.
Gilbert cast the book aside and grabbed the letter off the nightstand.
He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter, seeing that it was four paragraphs. She must have had a lot to get off her chest.
He began to read.
My dearest, Gilbert
I don’t even know where to start with this letter. I was told to write, and I had so much to say, but it is as if it has left my head as I realized the opportunity to convey this message. Tonight is the second time we’ve been… interrupted. Can you believe it?! I am wholly frustrated, and I fear that I have not yet gotten a full hold of myself, even though it has been over an hour. Those hands of yours are dangerously skilled, Mr. Blythe. I do hope that soon enough you will demonstrate their skill on me once we are married. We both have enough self-control to save such passionate sessions for our marital bed. Hopefully. Anyway, my thoughts and actions are very different, and while I can help myself in resisting certain physical urges, I allow my mind much more freedom.
You know, I don’t even know what it is. It is as if you make me feel more intensely - in all areas. You captured my heart long ago; that is no secret of mine. It is as if it stops for a millisecond, and picks up at a rapid, frankly concerning pace. Have they taught that in medical school yet? I’ll be sure to ask you. However, these feelings spread all throughout my body. Now, these feelings are far from innocent. Maybe that is why I can’t seem to prevent myself from giving in to certain urges that I have been taught to avoid.
Gilbert continued to read. He was torn between acting smug, or admitting his reciprocation.
He poured a glass of water that was now half full, and planned to relax and continue reading. However, it seems Anne had other plans as she wrote that letter, because when Gilbert read the next two paragraphs, he choked on the water and sat perfectly upright.
Whenever we find ourselves in a compromising position, and I feel your touch - so gentle and firm at the same time, I wonder what it would feel like for them to bring me to climax. Would you know how to? I would have no problem teaching you - it would be a point for me in our still ongoing competition of knowledge and ability. I want to do the same to you. I’m not sure that you know how much I love to see the look on your face whenever I tease you, or touch you in a way that is particularly exciting. I want more. So much more with you. What do you look like? How do you sound? I know for certain that I would love it. I fear I may get addicted to the sound if it is too lovely. Maybe you should make yourself less endearing… I may be amenable to letting you out of our bed during our honeymoon if you do so.
Since finding out about intercourse, I have heard countless stories. Some from young women who described it as disappointing or unpleasant, amongst other things. However, I do not think that I will share those sentiments. I believe that you will make it quite pleasurable. You always seem to know the right areas to get me riled up, so I doubt that will change whenever we actually get to that point. I continue to ask myself - how would you touch me? What would it feel like? Is it as ‘quick’ as I have heard from the grapevine? If it is, then I guess we will have to do it multiple times for good measure.
Anyway, I am finding myself to get even more hot and bothered at the mere though of this level of intimacy, so I will end this letter here.
Yours,
Anne
“…”
Gilbert sat with the letter in his hand for five minutes after reading the last word. He didn’t reread it, he sat there staring at the words on the page, trying to process what it was that he had just read.
He was only snapped out of it when the shower turned off and the wooden door to the en-suite bathroom was unlocked, and Anne came out in a dark blue dressing gown that hadn’t been tied. She was wearing only her chemise underneath.
Gilbert looked up at her, and her eyes flickered to the letter in his hand, and then to his face.
“I see you couldn’t help yourself,” she joked, walking over the bed as he stood up, and they were right in front of each other. Gilbert placed the letter on the nightstand and turned to face her.
“Anne,” he started, but struggled to get the words out as she looked up at him almost nervously, “This letter…”
“Was it too much? I’m sorry, I really should have known it was weird to-”
He cut her off with a kiss to her lips, holding her face in his hands. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
He broke away, “Too much? Anne, I wish you could know the feeling all throughout me as I read it. Your words render me speechless time-” he had to kiss her lips once more, “and time again.”
She smiled at him, gently pulling him in for another kiss. His hands fell to her waist as he deepened it, and she smiled against his mouth.
The kissed moved so they were sitting on the bed, still making out, and Gilbert pulled away, breathing heavily.
Anne’s expression told him that she was disappointed, and he smiled internally at that.
He asked, “Is your game of torment over yet?”
Ah, yes.
She had forgotten about that. He didn’t know that he had just reminded her.
Wordlessly, she pulled him back in, and used extra strength to make him fall on top of her as she laid on her back. He began to plant wet kisses down her neck, “I don’t know,” she whispered.
He groaned into her neck and mumbled something inaudible.
“Hm?”
“Please,” he said for her to hear.
She chuckled, “So polite.”
“Anne, I don’t think you understand,” he said quietly into the skin of her neck. It sent a pleasant shiver all over her body.
She tried to seem composed, but stumbled a bit when he resumed placing kisses down her neck and onto her chest, hands barely holding her waist through the two thin layers she was wearing.
She relished the feeling of his mouth atop her breasts, “Please… help me understand.”
“You know,” he placed another open-mouthed kiss on her breast, “I think you do.”
She couldn’t contain the hitch of her breath as he continued.
“You know how badly I need you,” he kissed her again.
“To feel you,” Another kiss, and his hand moved from her waist to cup her face.
“To touch you,” his hand trailed down over her stomach.
“To kiss you. Everywhere,” his fingers teased right below her lower stomach, right above her center.
His hand rested in that spot, and he continued, “How badly I want to put my mouth on you, Anne,” he applied a light pressure to the spot where his hand rested and Anne inhaled sharply.
“You don’t know and understand that?” he asked, and she was at a loss for words.
There was one part of her that was saying to tease him more.; to act unaffected by his words.
The other part was the part of her that was under him, so hot from his words, and begging for his touch where she needed him most.
She tried to listen to the former. She really did.
But, when she made eye contact with her beloved husband, and he looked like he might start salivating at the mere sight of her, the latter emerged victorious.
They looked into each other’s eyes. Their faces grew closer, and their lips were probably the closest they could have been without touching. Anne realized that he was waiting on her to close the gap. He would only continue if she wanted to.
She leaned into him and their lips met with a passion like never before. That is not to say that they had not shared passionate kisses, for the certainly had. However, this one was in a state of absolute frenzy.
One of her hands was on his shoulder for stability, and the other was running through and pulling his hair, making him groan softly into her mouth. One of his hands was cupping her face, and the other gripped her waist, thumb rubbing up and down the side of her stomach.
When they broke away for air, her thumb brushed over his adams apple, and she smiled when she felt his jaw clench above her other fingers, and the grip on her waist get tighter.
She didn’t know what it was, but that particular area on him ignited something deep within her. Something that was probably impossible to out. Probably.
They kissed with the same fervor - tongues exploring each other’s mouths as if they were not already well acquainted. He bit her lip in one of their kisses, and she whimpered into his mouth.
His hand rubbed her waist as they made out, and before he could stop himself, his hands went to her bosom and squeezed her breast through the single layer that was covering that area. Anne moaned. She was getting impossibly wet, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. Anne wouldn’t say that she made the decision to straddle his hips, but somehow, it happened.
She was on him. Her center pressed up against his hardness, and Gilbert almost moaned when he felt her throbbing against him, and they continued to make out. She shrugged the dressing gown off her shoulders.
“Anne,” Gilbert said, breaking their kiss, “Please…”
“Hm?” she asked between kisses, not paying much attention, but it seemed Gilbert could not bear it anymore, because instead of answering verbally, his hands went to her hips, about to begin moving them against his, and he realized that his hands felt unusually close to her skin.
He looked down to see the silky material had hiked up to the area where her thigh met her hip, and there was no layer underneath.
Gilbert looked up at her, eyebrows raised.
“Are you not wearing any undergarments?”
“I am not.”
“...”
“Is that a problem?”
Gilbert chuckled, head falling on her chest for a moment.
“We must have different definitions of the word, ‘problem’,” he said before leaning in to kiss her lips once more. His hands, still gripping her hips through the material, began to move her back and forth.
To say Anne was stunned would be an understatement. One thing that always made her entire body feel hot was when Gilbert took control. Or when he didn’t. To be honest, he could do nothing, and she would still want to be all over him.
She would be the world’s wickedest liar if she were to ever deny how pleasurable it was. His grip on her hips was firm, and the stimulation was perfect. With each forward movement, she felt herself grow damper. She couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her.
Gilbert leaned in to capture her lips once more as he kept his firm grip on her hips, moving them back and forth. He listened to the sounds that escaped her, changing to the angle that made her moan and shudder with each movement.
He felt her lips move from his to his neck - the one spot that she knew could drive him to insanity, that he held her in place.
She whined into his neck, barely breaking away and resting her head on his shoulder to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m getting close… far too quickly.”
She sighed, “You can’t be serious.”
“Hm?”
“That’s the only reason?”
“Yes…?” he said, confused.
Wordlessly, she began to rock her hips again.
She chuckled, “You don’t think I’ll be done with you after this, do you?”
“Fuck,” he said under his breath before firmly holding her hips in place once more and flipping their positions.
“You are a menace, you know?”
“Am I?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Mhm, you are. If you were to stay on top, I might’ve perished.”
Anne laughed, “What a way to go out.”
He placed a gentle kiss to her lips, “I can do something for you; that is, if you’d be interested.”
“What would that be?” Anne asked, intrigued.
“Remember what I had said? About my mouth on you?”
Anne chuckled, “Gil, I don’t know if your mouth on mine can really-”
“That’s not what I meant.” he said quietly, looking her in her eyes.
She raised her eyebrows, “I’d love to know what it meant then.”
That was all Gilbert needed to hear before his lips met hers once more. He cupped her jaw in his hand, deepening the kiss. When he broke away, the look in her eyes made him feel like he was a blushing teenager once more.
Gilbert held the strap of her chemise, and met her eyes. He didn’t allow his gaze to linger on her nipples that printed through the ridiculously thin silk.
“May I?”
“Please,” she said with a slight nod.
He easily pulled the straps off her shoulders, and she eased her torso up so he could pull it down to pool around her hips for a moment.
Even though he had seen her breasts once before, on the night before their wedding, Gilbert struggled to avert his gaze once they were out for him to see.
At that point, her chemise had pooled at her hips. The only part of her that was still covered was her center.
“You are exquisite, Anne,” he said, and meant it with his entire being. Anne smiled sheepishly, and he internally chuckled at the way she seemed to be at a loss for words at that moment.
She was beautiful, but he needed to hear her voice before proceeding with anything.
“Anne? Do you still want this?” he asked, sweeping some pesky hairs that had made their way to her face to the side.
“Yes. I really do,” she said, and her tone was surprising to the both of them. It sounded as if she was just as in need of his touch as he was hers.
He smiled at her, kissing her lips softly, before moving to her jaw and neck. She moaned quietly at the feeling of him sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin, and a sudden, but not painful bite to the skin under her ear caught her off guard.
“Ah,” she sighed as he licked the spot his teeth had just sunken into, and she reached up to his hair, unconsciously pulling on it whenever he got to a particularly sensitive spot.
She moaned as he got down to her breasts, running his tongue over her nipple, and she arched her up into his mouth, chasing the pleasant feeling. He used his hand to fondle the one that his mouth wasn’t on.
“Gil… please,” she breathed out into the air, and she felt the curve of the smile on his lips, hot against her skin.
Gilbert bunched up the material of the chemise around her hips in his hands, and Anne lifted her hips to help him pull it down past her legs.
He looked at her core, and tried his hardest to keep all his too lewd thoughts at bay. He might as well have started salivating on the spot.
He began to kiss down her torso, his hand trailing further down, teasing the skin right above where she needed him most.
She whined as his fingers went right past her center, trailing around the uppermost area of her thighs.
Gilbert knew exactly what he was doing, and couldn’t help but feel self-satisfied as he saw her body’s reactions to his touches. He had wanted to tease her more, but how could he do that when he heard the soft, “Please,” from her as she ground her hips up into him?
He finally ran a finger up her slit and raised his eyebrows..
Gilbert looked up at her, “You’re so wet,” he said in disbelief. He used his middle finger to rub her up and down.
Anne would have had a snarky comeback if she wasn’t so preoccupied. Her eyes were tightly shut as she finally got some of the touch she had been wanting. He had his eyes on her, watching her reactions as he touched her.
He thought back to his notes on female anatomy, and remembered reading about a particularly sensitive area. A small nub that was supposed to be right about…
Anne’s loud moan indicated that he found it. She ran her fingers through his hair, unconsciously pulling at the strands. Gilbert tried to ignore the fact that the sting was actually very enjoyable.
“Do you like this?” he asked, beginning to focus on that spot. He felt his pants begin to get tight around his hips once more.
“I love it. I love it and I love you.” she said, breathily.
“I love you. You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, watching the way her hips bucked up at the praise.
He continued, “Please let me taste you… I’m begging, Anne.”
Her hands cupped his face, and brought him up for one more kiss, and when they broke apart, she said, “Please do.”
He didn’t stop the movement of his fingers. He went back down to kiss her breasts once more, and she watched as he went down her body, admiring and touching her, before looking back up at her once more and licking her folds.
Anne’s eyes widened at the new sensation, and before she could get a moment to process it, his tongue was on her once more. He held her thighs in place, and pulled her into his mouth more. Anne arched off the bed as he licked her as if he was a man starved.
“Gil, please don’t stop,” she moaned.
As if he had planned to.
She felt his tongue begin to tease her entrance, along with one of his fingers.
“More,” she cried, and he slipped a finger into her. It was a strange feeling. His mouth was still on her, pleasing her like there was no tomorrow, but the finger didn’t do much to add to her pleasure.
That was, until he curled it to touch a certain spot inside of her.
She let out a high-pitched moaned, and her hips began to jerk to meet his mouth and finger.
“Just like that,” she said. At that moment, if Gilbert had one more wish, it would be to see her face as he pleasured her like this. He hummed against her.
He slipped another finger inside her, and Anne’s moans grew in volume. She had never heard of this kind of gratification, but she was surely glad to be experiencing it. Every lap of his tongue against her wetness, and every thrust of his finger inside of her, sent a shock throughout her body.
“Gil, I’m close,” she struggled to say. He used his free hand to hold her, interlacing their fingers.
Her hips continued to unconsciously jerk up to meet his mouth and fingers, and Gilbert couldn’t help but love it. She was incredible, and he wanted nothing more than to bring her over the edge.
Her orgasm was approaching embarrassingly quickly, and she egged it on, desperate to undo the knot in her stomach.
He moved his tongue in a particular way - one that sent shocks through her veins, and she was gone.
“Gilbert,” she moaned out loud, her hips jerking up into his mouth. Her hands pulled his hair, barely mindful of the fact that the strands were meant to stay attached to her beloved’s scalp.
He continued to lick her through it, relishing in the way her thighs squeezed around his head. At that moment, he decided that was the only way he would wish to go out. He did that until she was left panting, and her own grip in his hair loosened.
He pulled away from her heat, making a silent promise to revisit frequently, before making his way up her body and finding her lips. They kissed slowly, bodies flush against each other. Gilbert’s hand trailed up her body, squeezing her thigh and hip, and moving to cup her face.
He pulled away. “How did you like that?”
“It was incredible, Gil. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her once more. Anne would rather not go into detail about the feeling deep within her of tasting herself on him.
“However, I must ask you something.”
“Hm?”
“Where on Earth did you learn how to do that? I hope it is not from practice.”
He chuckled, “Most certainly not. I’ve never done this before.”
“That’s very good to know,” she said, nodding to herself.
“Oh, is it now?” he asked, smiling.
“Indeed,” she pulled him down into another kiss, and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing their pelvic areas together. She felt the stiffness in that area and couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto her lips.
Her hands went down some more, brushing over the thin hairs trailing down his lower stomach.
She hummed, looking up at him to say, “I think you should remove these.
“You think so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She maintained eye contact, “I do.”
Her hand finally went down to feel his length through his previously unbuttoned trousers, and Gilbert released a quiet sigh.
She began to rub her hand along his length thriugh the material and Gilbert let out a sharp breath and quickly grabbed her hand.
“As I said… you are a temptress – a seductress hard at work.”
She giggled, “Am I getting the job done?”
“You are. Too well, in fact,” he said.
They laid in silence for a few seconds, before Anne spoke up.
“On a serious note though, I’m ready… Are you?”
Gilbert was silent for a beat before responding. He expected her to rescind her statement. Maybe she could say ‘never mind’ and they could get ready to go to dinner.
But she didn’t. She laid there, waiting on him to respond.
“Yes. A thousand times yes,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. Their tongues moved together as he released her arm, permitting her to let it roam.
“I think you’re a bit overdressed. Don’t you?” she asked, looking down to the pants that were, to her dismay, still covering him up.
He chuckled, easing off her to remove them. He removed his trousers, then his undergarment, and
Oh.
Anne had heard many words be used to describe male genitalia.
Ugly was the main one. Short, was another. There were many more she couldn’t remember, but for the most part, they were negative.
However, she was sure none of them were accurate. At least not to Gilbert.
Like the rest of him, it was pretty. It was by no means short, either.
She didn’t realize she was staring until Gilbert cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
“Anne?”
“Gilbert?”
“Are you… okay?”
“I will not be if you don’t come back to me this instant,” she said, extending her arms to reach for him.
He smiled before moving back to her. She pulled him into a kiss once more, and let her hand wander down again. She wrapped her fingers around his length and began to stroke it, and Gilbert groaned into her mouth. When she broke the kiss, she looked down at the pre-cum spilling from the tip. It was strangely endearing.
“I’ll have to explore this on another day,” she said regrettably, and Gilbert raised an eyebrow.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she pulled his body flush against hers, making their lips, and the rest of their bodies meet.
Their centers pressed together, and Gilbert moved against her heat experimentally, eliciting a quiet sound from her.
“Gilbert,” she started, and he met her eyes.
“Anne,” he said with a softness that made her melt.
“I love you. I love you so much. But, if you are not between my legs in a moment, I fear you might drive me to insanity.
At that, he laughed. Oh, how he loved her. He leaned down to kiss her lips, and his hand ran down her thigh, hooking under her knee to hike it up to her torso.
He continued to kiss her as his tip teased her entrance, and finally, finally pressed into her.
Fuck
His brain shut off for a split second as he pushed further into her warmth. He was only snapped back to his right mind when he heard the soft gasp that escaped into their kiss. He pulled away.
“Anne, are you okay? How does it feel?”
“I feel… full,” she started, “It’s a bit of a pleasant stretch.
Gilbert furrowed his eyebrows, “Pleasant? You’re sure?”
She nodded with a reassuring smile. She would never lie to him in a situation like this - one that he so desperately wanted to be good for the both of them.
“You can take more?”
“More?” she asked, and he nodded.
“I’m almost in. Is that…”
“Yes,” she said quickly, “More.”
Gilbert looked at her, gauging all her reactions as he finally pressed all the way into her, and their hips met once more. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head tilted back slightly. The image would be burnt into his mind forever. Gilbert would have no problem if he was to stay like that with her for the rest of his days.
Anne opened her eyes to look at him. She was still getting used to the feeling of having him inside her, and watched the soft, yet strained expression of her husband on top of her. She could easily tell that it was a struggle for him to stay still. She experimentally squeezed around him, and he muttered a curse, causing her to smile smugly.
“Anne,” he said in a tone that sent an excited shiver through her.
“Start moving, please,” she said, and her wish was his command.
He pulled out almost fully, and thrust back into her, and she moaned loudly. Her wetness made it easier for him to slide in and out of her.
She continued to moan his name, along with pleads and other incoherent things. And Gilbert;
Well, his focus was on not climaxing immediately. He groaned as he thrust into her over and over again.
“You are divine, Anne. I love you,” he said through labored breaths.
“I love you,” she barely managed to say. He hit a certain spot inside her that she had never felt before, and as he continued to stimulate it, she felt her orgasm approaching.
Not even Gilbert’s wildest dreams could have conjured this experience with a smidgen of accuracy. Her tight wetness around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. He was in awe of her.
“You’re taking me so well, Anne. You feel so good. I- how do you feel so good?” he asked.
He had to lean down to kiss her, because the sounds of her pleasure were egging him on too quickly. And, because he felt like he might have combusted if he didn’t feel her in another way.
She pulled away to pant, “I’m close,” into his ear. He almost didn’t catch it.
He kissed her lips once more before kissing her jaw and below her ear. One of his hands fondled her breast before moving down to her clitoris and rubbing it, just as he did earlier.
The additional stimulation brought Anne over the edge in just a few seconds. She let out a sob as her body spasmed and squeezed around Gilbert, and his hands didn’t stop massaging her until he was sure that she had ridden it out.
“Continue,” she said to him, cupping his jaw. She moved his face so he would have to look her in the eyes, watching as her face still twisted in pleasure, and that was all it took to push him over the edge as well.
Gilbert came with a moan, spilling into her. The sound of his pleasure paired with the feeling of his white-hot seed coating her walls did more for Anne than he could know. His thrusts became sloppy, and slowed to a halt as he whispered sweet nothings to her.
They kissed again. Her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Their tongues moved together smoothly. The kiss was slow and sensual, and they only stopped to catch their breaths.
Panting, they only looked at each other for a few moments. Wordless.
Gilbert was the one to break the silence, “Worth the wait?”
“Oh, more than,” she said, smiling at him. He got off her and sat upright against the headboard, and she squealed when he pulled her to sit on his lap.
“So…” he trailed off.
“So…”
“Thumbs up?” he asked, and she laughed at his awkwardness.
“Eleven out of ten,” she said, leaning against his chest, and he smiled.
“You are good at that,” she said to him, and he chuckled.
“Ditto, carrots,” he said, which got his a smack on the chest.
“We didn’t go to dinner,” she pointed out.
“I’m not hungry for food anymore.”
She pulled away from his chest to look at him surprisedly.
“What else could you be hungry for?”
His eyes flickered down to her center, and her eyes widened, “Have I made a feral man of you, Mr. Blythe?”
“Maybe you have, Mrs. Blythe. Why not examine me and see?”
“I thought you were the soon-to-be doctor, hm?”
“Ah yes, yes. Then I shall examine you,” he said, moving to hold her hips. She felt his member begin to stiffen under her once more.
“Not on an empty stomach, you’re not. Come on!” she said, wriggling out of his hold and making her way to the bathroom.
He watched her walk across the room, naked, and sat there dumbly as the blood from his brain was certainly headed somewhere else.
She got to the door of the en suite bathroom and barely turned back, asking, “You do not wish to join me? I can’t very well go downstairs like this.”
He was off the bed in a second. She giggled as he made his way to her, and pulled her into a kiss. His hands found her behind and squeezed the flesh there before she broke away and pulled him in.
“No funny business. I am actually ravenous,” she said.
“Yes ma’am.”
10 minutes later
The pleasant floral scent from the soapy bath water filled Anne’s nostrils as she sank lower into it.
She also sank further into her husband’s chest. Anne was highly suspicious. She was surprised he wasn’t fondling her behind or reaching around to squeeze her breast as she got in.
That was until she felt his hand on her upper thigh.
“Tsk tsk,” she said with a smile, “No self-control.”
“I have quite a bit of that…”
“Mhm.”
“For anything excluding you.”
His hand trailed higher until it got to her core.
“Please let me touch you,” he said quietly.
She hummed, as if she was undecided on whether she would.
“Please, Anne. Just let me make you feel good one more time before dinner,” his hand circled her bud softly. Certainly not with enough pressure to bring her to climax, but enough to make her begin to squirm.
“Please do,” she said with a quiet breath.
And, he was on her.
It did not take much to coax Anne’s third orgasm of the night. Simply the movement of fingers stimulating her nub, with a hand on her breasts, and words of praise being whispered into her ear.
She came with a moan, holding tightly onto her husband’s arm. He talked her through it, telling truths about her beauty and his love for her.
They washed up properly and went to dinner afterward. Gilbert pretended not to notice the slight limp in her strides as they went to eat. Anne wore a beautiful dark pink evening dress, and Gilbert wore a standard suit.
When they got there, they were greeted and seated quickly. The service was admittedly incredible. A waiter was there to take their orders soon after they sat, and after they ordered and thanked him, Anne took a moment to appreciate the scenery
She looked out over the waves, which rolled up the shore in steady patterns. She glanced at Gilbert across the table, his eyes lit with amusement.
“This is wonderful,” she said, gesturing at the sea. “I’ve never had dinner right beside the ocean before. Doesn’t it feel… modern?”
Gilbert laughed. “Quite modern. Maybe we should be talking about telegraphs or automobiles to match the setting.”
Anne rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. “Oh, leave it to you to think of machines”
“Trust you to see poetry in something as ordinary as seawater,” he replied, a teasing grin on his face.
“Ordinary?” She put a hand to her chest, pretending to be offended. “This sea has stories, Gilbert. Love stories, I think. Maybe about two people waiting years to finally be together, only to find each other here.”
Gilbert’s gaze softened as he took her hand. “Two people finding each other… Sounds familiar.”
She blushed but held his hand tightly. “And you thought it was just seawater,” she murmured.
They shared a laugh, letting the moment settle between them. A soft light from the gas lamps around the terrace cast a glow over the tables, and the quiet chatter of other couples and families surrounded them, though Anne and Gilbert felt like they were in their own world.
The server brought out their meal, setting down a plate of roasted chicken with vegetables and another of fresh oysters. Anne eyed the oysters with doubt. “I don’t know if I’m brave enough to try these.”
“Oh, come on, Anne. I thought you liked adventure.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Adventure is one thing; eating sea creatures is another.” She looked at the oysters warily.
Gilbert stifled a grin, “You’re not scared, are you?”
She gave him a determined look, picked up an oyster, squeezed some lemon over it, and tried it. Her expression was uncertain, but she finally managed a polite, “Not bad.”
Gilbert laughed. “See? You’re braver than you think.”
She laughed and nudged him lightly. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Never,” he replied. “I happen to like that courage of yours.”
They finished their meal as the stars began to show in the sky. The waves continued to lap against the shore, and they sat quietly, hand in hand, lost in the feeling of the moment.
Anne looked over at him. “I could stay here forever.”
“With you, so could I,” he said, squeezing her hand as the sounds of the sea surrounded them.
The two of them decided to go on a walk afterward. They strolled down the sandy path, the evening air drifting around them. The sky was littered with stars. The waxing moon hung above them as they walked along a designated pathway. Anne let out a quiet, contented sigh. “I must admit that I feel poetic again.:
Gilbert chuckled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I would be surprised if you were not.” He paused, glancing at her with a playful smile. “How will you put it into words?”
“I would give it a name, of course. I’d call it…” She tilted her head thoughtfully, “ Nightfall in all her glory. ”
Gilbert shook his head, chuckling. “How fitting.”
She grinned, undeterred. “And if you were to name it, Mr. Blythe, what would you call it?”
He pretended to ponder, glancing up at the soft stars. “The Night Anne Finally Ran Out of Words.”
She gasped, laughing, “I could never! I have more words now than ever.”
He looked at her with that gentle, familiar warmth that made her feel seen. “Good. I’d miss them if you didn’t.”
After some time, they decided to go back up to their room. The air between them shifted as they walked together, hand in hand. They climbed up the flights of stairs, and when they got to their floor, after seeing that it was empty, when Anne moved to unlock the door, Gilbert crowded behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to place a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
Anne exhaled quietly, turning the key in the lock quickly and opening the door.
They walked in, and when the door closed behind Gilbert, not even a moment passed before their lips crashed against each other and their hands were all over each other's bodies. Anne ran her hand through his hair, pulling on it slightly. She reveled in the way he groaned into her mouth.
She was leaned against the dresser as their tongues moved together passionately. He shrugged off his suit jacket, and she began to unbutton his shirt with a haste Gilbert had never seen her move with before.
When she finished with the last button, he shrugged it off as well. Anne then broke away to unzip the sides of her dress. She turned around and slung her hair over her shoulder, silently asking Gilbert to undo the buttons trailing from the neckline to her mid back.
He unbuttoned them with nimble fingers, and his breath hitched slightly when she let the dress fall to the ground.
She was left in her corset, chemise, and undergarment. He tried unlacing her corset but seemed to only knot it further, and undo that knot – landing him right where he started. Anne chuckled as she heard his sound of confusion.
“You have to loosen the laces first,” she said, and Gilbert could hear the smile in her tone. He couldn’t help but smile too. He did as she said, and was surprised to see how easy the garment was to remove.
He kissed her nape and shoulders when she was left in her chemise and undergarment. He watched as she slid the undergarment down her legs. He continued to watch as she easily shrugged the thin straps off her shoulders.
She turned around and kissed him once more. He finally pulled his own shirt off his shoulders and he barely realized that when his hands snaked around her waist, he began to pull her backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed, and she was pushing his shoulders down so he would sit while she remained standing.
They didn’t break the kiss until it became impossible for her to stand upright with her mouth on his. She held his face in her hands as she stood between his legs. He was looking up at her with what she could only describe as admiration.
“Want me?”
“Need you,” he said thoughtlessly, and those two words went straight to her core.
She hummed before leaning down to kiss his lips, “Lean against the headboard.”
She could have probably told him to dance on the roof and he would find a way to make it happen.
Gilbert shifted backwards and Anne watched as he did, and finally joined him on the bed. She sat on his thighs, and wordlessly began to make work of the buttons on his trousers
Gilbert watched her as she did. He was so hard that it hurt. She didn’t even bother to pull them down before reaching into his pants and pulling his length out and beginning to stroke him.
“Anne,” he moaned as her hand rubbed over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around with her thumb.
“Is this good?” she genuinely asked him.
“Yes,” he choked out. She tightened her grip on him a bit more and flicked her hand in a certain way, and he whimpered, gripping the sheets.
His response to her touch had her getting wetter by the second. She was sure he was not aware of the fact that his hips were slightly thrusting upwards into her hold.
She eased up off him and stopped her hand’s movements for a second to urge him to strip completely, and he did, getting his trousers off in record time.
She sat on his thighs and began to stroke him again. He groaned at the feeling of her hand on him. His eyes were shut as she continued.
“Please, Anne…” he trailed off and she asked, “Please what?”
“Please let me-” Gilbert cut himself off with a quiet whine when she removed her hand.
She leaned down to kiss him, which he gladly reciprocated. She cupped his face and rested her forehead on his, “Wouldn’t you rather do that somewhere else?” she asked, and he let out a confused hum.
It was not until she situated her hips right above his that he caught on to what she was suggesting.
“Yes, yes, please. Let me feel you, please, Anne.”
“How badly do you want me?” she asked him, and he knew she was teasing him, but swallowing his pride came naturally at that moment.
“More than words can describe,” he said, and he felt her throb against him.
She lifted her hips off his. She saw his eyes fluttering shut and decided that just would not do.
“Look at me,” she said, and Gilbert let out a shaky breath as he did. They both gasped as she slowly sank down onto his hardness till she was fully seated on him.
He felt bigger in that position. The sensation was not nearly as unfamiliar as it had felt earlier that evening, so she was grateful for that. She still took a few moments to adjust to his size again.
Gilbert’s eyes were trained on the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took until she held his jaw and brought his face to hers. Both their eyes fluttered closed when their lips met. The feeling of his tongue moving with hers was so pleasantly familiar, that it felt like second nature to kiss.
Her hands held onto his shoulders, and Anne rose almost all the way off his shaft before quickly dropping back down. Gilbert groaned into the kiss. She repeated the movement once, twice, and felt the muscles in his shoulders tensing up.
She broke away from the kiss as her own moans grew louder. The feeling of him going in and out of her was entirely pleasant. Her eyes met his, looking at her already. The sight of him was one she would never forget. His hair was messy as a result of her running her fingers through it so many times, and his face was flushed. The expression he wore was one of need, and the sounds he made were obscene.
She moved her hips in one particular way that made his hands shoot up to her hips. “Fuck,” he muttered quietly, head falling to her chest as he held her in place for a moment.
“Gil?”
“You’re so- how do you do that?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Do what?” she asked, squeezing him as she did, causing his breath to hitch.
“Being inside you is already incredible… ” he started, beginning to move her on top of him, “But you somehow increase it tenfold.”
She moaned at the new angle, moving her hips with him.
“You’re so warm,” he groaned, “And wet – How are you so wet?” he asked, looking down at where their bodies met. His eyes were focused on the way she went up and down on him.
She whimpered at his words. It was as if such obscenity just came to him naturally.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, breathlessly asking, “Which feels better?”
Panting, he looked back up at her. He slowed his hands that were moving her against him to a slower place so he could focus on her words.
“Which feels better? My hand, or…”
“This – you. Inside you,” he groaned and she could not help the slightly smug smile that overtook her features. She brought her hips to a slow grind on top of him, maintaining eye contact.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Yes,” he moaned. She felt her arousal grow as she continued to move slowly on top of him. He was hitting a spot inside her that would drive her up the wall if it was not for the fact that she was controlling the pace. She leaned in to connect her lips to his neck, and he shuddered under her.
“An- ah…” he trailed off, grip on her hips loosening. “I’m close,” he said through labored breaths.
“Good. Me too,” she said with a sob, ignoring the ache in her thighs. She was too close to stop her movements.
Her sounds grew in volume as he continued to hit a specific spot inside her. He moaned her name as she tightened around him. His hand moved to her center and began to rub her clit, and that was all it took to push her over the edge.
She pulled his into a kiss to muffle the sounds of her moans as she climaxed. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and the feeling of her fingers pulling on the strands is what pushed him over with her.
“Anne,” he whimpered against her mouth, his free hand went to her waist and she moaned at the feeling of his seed coating her walls.
She didn’t stop moving until they had both passed their peak. Her head was tucked into his neck as they panted against each other. Eventually, both their breathing slowed, but neither of them moved. She stayed seated on him, and his arms were wrapped around her, unmoving.
They stayed there for a few moments until he felt her smile against his neck. He slightly pulled away, smiling at her as she lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, amused.
“Your heart is beating really quickly,” she said, bringing her hands to press flat against his chest.
He laughed and she felt the vibrations in his chest, “I wonder why,” he said, holding her hands in his and kissing each of them.
“I have no clue,” she said with feigned innocence.
“You are trouble, Mrs. Blythe. Beautiful, and certainly undeniable, but trouble nonetheless.”
“And yet, here you are with me,” she teased.
“What can I say?” he chuckled. For a moment, neither of them said anything. It was just the faint sound of the waves against the shore.
“Oh, how I love you,” Gilbert said, and Anne blushed at the profession.
“And I love you,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“Would you like to go to the beach tomorrow? It is quite beautiful.”
“We may be able to make time for it,” she said thoughtfully, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Do we have a secret itinerary of which I am unaware?”
“I have one planned out. Mentally, though.”
“Ah, and could I hear what is to be on it? Since I’m involved.”
“I think that you can make an inference,” she said before leaning in to kiss him for a moment.
When they pulled away, he asked, “Am I to take what you said literally, then? What was it… about not letting me leave the bed of our honeymoon?
“I never say anything I do not mean,” she said, smiling.
“Well, I ought to hold you to that.”
They both cringed as she climbed off his lap at the feeling of their fluids against the cool night air. They both went to the bathroom and got cleaned up.
Thankfully, the bedsheets were still clean, and they were able to put on their night clothes and get in comfortably.
The two were both exhausted from the day, so sleep came quickly after quick goodnights and I love yous.
– – – – –
The two spent the rest of their honeymoon maintaining a decent balance of time partaking in indoor and outdoor activities. Admittedly, it was a blast. They saw almost everything the lodging and city had to offer, and enjoyed every minute.
Three days after their return, Anne kissed Gilbert goodbye at the door. It was his first day back to the apprenticeship period before final exams, then graduation.
“You know, I will only be gone for a few hours,” he said when they broke away.
“Should I not give you kisses goodbye, then?’
“Ah, when did I say that? He asked, pulling her in by her waist.
She laughed, “Go! Diana will be here any moment.”
“Ah, fine,” he said, “I’ll see you later, Mrs. Blythe.”
“Mr. Blythe,” she nodded, and he chuckled as he walked out.
A few minutes later, she sat in their drawing room with Diana. Their ladies’ teas had come a long way since their first ten years prior.
“So, how was your trip? Tell me everything!” Diana said excitedly.
Oh, Diana, it was everything I could have dreamed of,” Anne began, her voice enthusiastic, “We had such a wonderful time. The hotel was charming, and the city was a little bit of everything. The beaches, the food, the quaint shops along the cobblestone streets… It was perfect!”
“Really? What were the people like?”
“They were oh so friendly! I had heard that the south was conservative, but they’re much more progressive! Imagine the amount of ladies I saw wearing pants, and nobody bat an eye,” Anne said, exasperated.
Diana leaned forward, eager to hear more. “That sounds so lovely! Tell me more - was it romantic? Did Gilbert do anything extra special?” she asked, grinning knowingly.
Anne blushed at her line of questioning. She almost felt shy, but this was Diana. And if she wasn’t transparent with her, who would she feel comfortable with?
“Well, let me start off with this statement: everything we had heard during our time at Queens can be proven wrong.”
Diana raised her eyebrows and Anne smiled.
“I’m on the edge of my seat now,” Diana said.
“Well firstly, a man’s… manhood certainly is not always ‘short’ and ‘displeasing to see’,” she started.
– – – – –
A few months later
– – – – –
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft golden glow over the bedroom. Anne sat by the window, gazing out at the peaceful landscape. They were both getting used to having close neighbours, but the layout of the suburban community was still lovely.
Gilbert sat across from her, his medical journal forgotten as his gaze lingered on Anne. The contentment of being back home with her was something he couldn’t quite describe.
Anne broke the silence, her voice soft, “It feels so still here, doesn’t it? In a good way.”
Gilbert smiled, setting the journal aside.
“It does. We picked the right place.”
Anne smiled, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. “I love it here. I love you.”
Gilbert stood and moved beside her, “I love you.”
“My, my, Doctor Blythe. You’re quite the sap.”
He rolled his eyes, trying to contain his smile before leaning down to kiss her tenderly, which she gladly reciprocated. It was soft and unhurried.
“Would you like to pay Green Gables a visit? I know this is home but I do miss my in-laws.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”