Together
Chapter 1: The Storm
AN: I am writing this at about midnight to one o'clock in the morning. I was reading some other fanfictions about Anne and Gilbert and I just couldn't resist. Enjoy the story. Please Review at the end.
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own the series of Anne of Green Gables. That solely belongs to Lucy Maud Montgomery.
The winds were howling. Branches knocked at the window, forced to do so by the power of the raging winds. The clouds shed their tears, held in for a long time. The lighting grew angry at the clouds' dismay. The thunder assisted in the most disdainful ways. Crashing and booming just to excite the clouds. The wind also grew fiercer. All was chaotic.
"Goodness! That storm is just terrible! I don't suppose Avonlea has ever witnesses such natural catastrophe in its entire existence." commented Anne while entering Green Gables.
"I agree." replied Gilbert, who escorted her home.
The couple was soaking wet. The clouds' tears had drenched their clothes to the extent of total discomfort. Anne ascended the stairs in search of a candle.
"Ouch!" she yelled as she fell.
"Anne, are you alright?" Gilbert asked while tending to her.
She had a smile on her face. "To think, a person would get accustomed to falling on the stairs like this, but I just can't." she laughed. Gilbert joined in. She went up the stairs into the East Gable. There she changed into a nice, dry, warm dress.
As she descended the stairs, she noticed how completely saturated Gilbert looked. Poor fellow. He had no dry clothes to change into. "Gilbert, you are bound to catch a chill if you stay in those clothes for too long." she said.
"I know Anne, but there is not possible way for me to travel in such horrid conditions." replied Gilbert.
"I wasn't suggesting that you should. You should stay the night if you must. Now, we'll have to do something about there clothes." said Anne, seating herself next to Gilbert on the sofa.
Neither Anne nor Gilbert could think of any substitution clothing for a man. Of course, if Gilbert had been Diana then Anne would have just allowed her to borrow one of her dresses, but a dress would never suffice for Gilbert. He was shivering while wrapped in the warmest blanket Anne could obtain. She felt so bad for him.
"Gilbert, what food do you think would make you feel warmer?" she asked curiously.
Gilbert smiled. He didn't want Anne to go through any bit of trouble for him. "Anything w-will be f-fine, Anne." he replied. He was really cold.
Anne sauntered to the kitchen. She thought hard about any dish that would provide Gilbert with the least amount of heat. She could make a variety of soups, but which one would prove best for Gilbert. She was worrying about him as if they were already married.
In the living room, Gilbert was trying his best not to look cold. He knew if Anne figured out how freezing he actually was, she would go to any length to make him warm. He was feeling rather tired. Maybe a nap wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Two hours later, Anne had concocted six different soups for Gilbert. One of these would definitely keep him warm. She took the soups to the sofa, on which Gilbert was seated, only to find him asleep. She did not wish to bother him, so she placed the tray of soups on the adjacent coffee table and sat down on the edge of the sofa.
Gilbert had awoken about a half hour later, but Anne was not there. "Anne," he called. She did not answer. This worried him. He noticed the assortment of soups lying on the coffee table. They were cold now. She must've made them while he was asleep. Gilbert got up and went up the stairs. He checked the East Gable. She was not there either. Where could she be?
He walked down the stairs. He noticed that the storm had gotten worse over minuscule moments he had spent sleeping. Anne was nowhere in sight. She couldn't have gone into that dreadful storm, could she have? What motive would she have to do so? No, she has more sense than to try to fight out this horrendous storm.
Gilbert turned around to find Anne descending the stairs. His eyes followed her down. She looked at him. There was a worried expression on his face. "What is the matter?" she asked, unaware of all the worry she had put Gilbert through just now.
"Nothing at all." he replied.
Anne had d a disdainful expression planted on her face. "The soups are now cold. I'll have to warm them up now." she groaned. She starting gathering all the soups she had made. Gilbert smiled at her.
"Anne, leave them be. I do not care much for soup." he said.
This worsened Anne's expression. "I did not know you didn't care for soup. I'm so sorry Gilbert. Please forgive me. I'll make whatever you wish for." she said. She was in a mood for serving him today.
"I do not wish for anything, but you. Please, come here." he said, making his way towards the sofa. Anne seated herself next to Gilbert. She looked hurt. He couldn't figure out why she would be hurt, but he was determined to cheer her up.
"Anne, this storm is just the excuse we needed." he began. His words confused her. He sensed her confusion. "We have been so busy with planning the wedding and my being off to medical school. We haven't had any time for ourselves. I just wish to be with you right now." he said.
"Gilbert. I don't understand. Medical school is a wonderful opportunity for you. You mustn't jeopardize your future for me." Anne replied. She did not understand. They spend a lot of time with each other. Where was all this coming from?
"It doesn't seem like enough." he simply replied. He inched closer to Anne. He felt the passion build up between them. God, he loved when this happened.
The passion was obvious to Anne as well. She understood perfectly now. The storm is what kept Gilbert with her in her home. Without it, he would've left hours ago.
Anne inched closer to Gilbert. He looked so handsome even though he must be fighting off frostbite right now. Gilbert was very warm in fact. Passion burned inside of him. Anne was his now. She cannot escape from him, nor did she want to.
The couple engaged in such a passionate kiss that Marilla would be appalled if she so happened to enter Green Gables at that very moment. Anne placed her arms around Gilbert's neck. His arms rounded her waist. This was so common for the couple; however each time they did this, the passion grew stronger. Their love was imperishable and this storm just made it stronger.
AN: I hope you liked it. I tried to keep the language as similar to L.M. Montgomery as I could, but no one can match her true brilliance. Please review. The story gets more interesting in the next few chapters. Gilbert even becomes ill!! I'll update soon, well more like soon-ish. Thanks for reading. Again, PLEADE REVIEW!!