Anna's four-year relationship with her boyfriend, Jeremy, abruptly ends, and Anna is convinced by her best friend Libby to try her luck on a dating app called 'Swiper'. An Anna/Declan story. No relation to the events of the movie Leap Year (2010), just using the characters for an alternate universe story.

NOTE: I will be changing up the POV's in this story and to make it clear when that POV changes, they will be separated by this: ~ISR~?~ISR~ (The person's POV will be the name of that character in place of the ?)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these characters, just borrowing them from the 2010 Movie, "Leap Year". Starring Matthew Goode and Amy Adams.


I Swiped Right

CHAPTER EIGHT

~ISR~

The following Sunday morning, Anna was showing Declan around their newly shared apartment, and they'd agreed that his king-sized bed would become their main bed and her queen would be moved to the spare bedroom which was still empty.

"We can change or paint if you want too, I know I used girly colours." Anna exclaimed, biting her lip.

"The colours are fine, Love." He praised, kissing her cheek. "But maybe we could go out for breakfast and you could show me around the area a bit?" He offered, wrapping his arms around her torso and tugging her closer for a hug.

Twenty minutes later, they were seated at local Café, a cup of coffee each and a brunch menu in hand. They placed their orders and Declan wanted to get her attention.

"Anna?" Declan spoke.

"Yes?" She replied, setting her coffee cup down, her eyes meeting his.

"I was wondering somethin', after last night." He began. "I understood all of what Ron was sayin', the generosity thing but this diagnosis doesn't explain other things." He finished.

"Ohmigod. Thank you. I agree." She stated in relief. "It doesn't make sense that he was violent towards you or stalking me." She finalized.

"I'm not doubtin' that what Ron saw, or more what he was shown, was real to him. But…" He trailed off.

"It's suspicious." She concluded, as Declan nodded in agreement.

"What do ya think is going on? Do ya think the weasel's fakin' it?" Declan whispered to avoid anyone overhearing, as he clasped their hands together over the top of the table.

The server approached, bringing their brunch and topped up their coffee before leaving them to it.

Anna waited for privacy once more before continuing. "At this point Dec, after what he's said in some of those notes, I wouldn't doubt it." She agreed.

"Maybe we should have Ron and Libby over to yer apartment for dinner and talk about it in private." He recommended, taking a bite from his fried egg sandwich.

"Our apartment." She corrected, smiling at him sweetly, cutting into her omelet. "And yes. I think that's a good idea. Friday night?" She proposed as the server placed the bill on the table between them and instructed them to take their time. "Thank you." Anna added, before turning back to Declan.

"Perfect. We can cook together again. Only this time…" He trailed off.

"This time, what?" She prodded, finishing the last of her omelet.

"You can wear the apron, and only the apron." He teased, his hand running along her thigh as she pushed her plate away before she reached for her purse to pay for breakfast.

"And heels of course." She flirted before rummaging in her purse for her wallet. She pulled out a piece of paper and remembered it from the evening the security officer had handed it to her.

"Wha's that?" He queried as she opened it in her hands. Declan stacked his now empty plate on hers. The server saw and collected their dishes.

"I forgot about this, the security officer on duty gave this to me, said this woman was asking after me and she left her name and number." She explained, showing the note to Declan.

"Catherine?" He read aloud. "Have you called her yet?" He queried, pulling out his wallet.

"No, I'd completely forgotten about it, but maybe I should?" She posed and Declan nodded in agreement. "What are you doing?" She challenged, indicating his wallet.

"You call, I'll cover breakfast." He negotiated.

"No, Declan, you keep feeding me from the pub. For free I might add, please let me pay for breakfast." She wheedled. He laughed at her small tantrum.

"You're adorable, but if ya insist." He smiled, kissing her sweetly. "Thanks, Bob." He added.

Anna blushed at his barb as she pulled out her phone and made the call, at the same time as putting some cash on the table for their bill. Her call was answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Catherine?" Anna queried.

"Yes. Who's this?" She replied.

"My name is Anna Brady; you left your information with the security at my apartment building." She explained.

"I didn't think you'd call, but thank you for doing so." She praised.

"What did you need from me?" Anna questioned.

"It's not what I need from you, but what you need from me." She explained.

Anna was confused by the mystery this woman was shrouding herself in, but agreed that they should meet. Catherine seemed to be available then, but Anna wasn't sure if she should invite her to her and Declan's or not.

"I know you don't know me, Anna, or have any reason to trust me. But what I have to tell you, you don't want anyone to overhear. It has to do with Jeremy. The things he's been putting you through. I know things that you need to know and it includes who he's blackmailing to get his way."

Anna agreed to hear her out and knowing Declan would be with her, she invited Catherine to meet at her and Declan's apartment in an hour.

~ISR~Anna~ISR~

"What do you think she knows?" I posed to Declan, as I made a pot of coffee in preparation for our guest.

"I've not a bloody clue, darlin'. But maybe it will confirm what we were suspectin' at the Café." He offered as I sat on his lap on the couch as we waited for both our guest and the coffee.

"I love you." I declared, pressing my lips to his.

"I love ya too, sweetheart." He replied, pulling me closer as my hands tangled in his hair and his hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer.

We lost ourselves in our kiss as hands tugged at hair and groped various body parts. I giggled as I moved on his lap and he almost dropped me.

"I've got ya." He smiled, pulling me back over his lap.

Just as I pressed my lips to his once more, there was a knock on the door and the coffee pot beeped, signalling its brew was complete.

Declan answered the door while I brought the coffee to the kitchen table.

"Catherine, this is Anna." He introduced.

"Hi!" I greeted politely. "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know what you can tell me about Jeremy." I stated, offering her some coffee. She nodded in acceptance.

"First. I need to tell you that I didn't know you existed until two months into a relationship with Jeremy. When I found out, I was furious."

"Yer who he was seeing behind Anna's back?" Declan interjected as I passed him a coffee.

"I don't blame you, Catherine, and if you say you didn't know then I believe you." I tried to comfort. I never thought I would come face to face with the woman Jeremy had cheated on me with.

"There's somethin' else isn't there?" Declan probed.

Catherine seemed to be upset and was trying not to cry. "Something is wrong with him. With Jeremy." She began.

"You mean about him being in the hospital?" I posed.

"it's more than that." She urged. "He's become obsessed with you and when I was going to break it off, he'd confessed to concocting this dramatic plan to get you back. So, I didn't end things. I wanted to know what he was planning." She confirmed

My eyes met Declan's as he sat back in his chair, arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face.

I couldn't make myself sit down, it was like I was on the defence, and needed to keep my guard up. Declan sensed my unease and pulled me over to him so I sat in his lap sideways, his arms around my waist as I faced Catherine.

"So, clearly you've moved on, and are not interested in Jeremy." Catherine commented.

"Somethin' he doesn't seem to get, and if I'm being honest, I think he's fakin' this supposed illness of his." Declan professed, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You guys are sweet together." Catherine commented.

~ISR~

Anna and Declan gave Catherine their full attention as she began her tale. Starting with how she and Jeremy began seeing each other in the first place.

"Ironically we met at the hospital. He was treating my dad, who'd had a heart attack and it really upset me. A simple conversation over coffee turned into me inviting him for dinner and he never said anything about having a girlfriend. I really am sorry about that part." She confessed.

"Don't worry about his part as it affects me, that's on him. Not you." Anna comforted, and Declan squeezed her affectionately at her graceful approach.

"Thank you for that. It took me a while to come forward but you need to know how screwed up, he is. All this, everything that he's putting you and Declan through, he's planned it all." She confessed.

"What do you mean planned it?" Anna urged.

"It was a few weeks ago, and I was at his office, having lunch with him, when he got a call from Ron." She began. "When he hung up, he was in a rage. Yelling about, 'how can she be with someone else already', and angry that you'd clearly moved on." Catherine finished.

"But he cheated on me, that doesn't make sense." Anna commented. Declan agreed before saying something as well. "So, that led to him plannin' some manipulative ploy?" Declan queried. Catherine nodded in the affirmative.

"He said he would start with what he knew you needed. Which was just weird. I mean no one needs diamonds, you know?" Catherine explained and Anna remembered that first gift.

"He sent it to the pub too, knowing I was there." Anna added.

"Jeremy said it was to prove a point." Catherine explained.

"What point was that?" Anna asked.

"That I don't have as much money as him, darlin'." Declan interjected.

"But you have your own money, Declan and the pub and restaurant are doing so well." Anna exclaimed, turning her attention to him.

"I know that love, but he just sees me as a lowly little bar keep, and to be honest, I couldn't afford some of the things he could buy, but that doesn't mean ya don't deserve them, sweetheart." He declared, cupping her cheek and kissing her sweetly.

"You're really lucky." Catherine interjected. "That you got away from him." She added.

"Why do you say that?" Anna probed.

"Because I wanted to break with him when I found out about you, but also because he'd started seeing someone else. He doesn't know I know that." She confirmed.

"Ye're joking me." Declan mumbled. "What a bloody wanker." He added and both Anna and Catherine laughed lightly at his irritation.

"I love you, and how completely adorable you are about what a weasel he is." Anna stated, kissing him softly.

"Weasel's too kind of a term for that dickbrain." He replied, and the girls roared in laughter.

"What the hell's so funny?" He smiled, as Anna played with his hair.

"Just how much passion you have for hating him." Anna explained.

"Anyway," Catherine began, trying to bring the conversation back to Jeremy and his antics.

Anna refilled their coffees, and now feeling a little more comfortable around Catherine, sat in her own chair beside Declan and signalled for her to continue. "He literally told me that he had some information on the doctor that 'treated' him in hospital this past week. This Dr. Branson was on the hook for a possible mal practice suit, and Jeremy agreed to help cover it up if he helped Jeremy convince Ron and Libby, and you, Anna that he was sick. To explain away his actions." She informed.

"Why though?" Anna pressed.

"He doesn't like that he can't seem to buy you. Like you're some product on a department store display." She commented angrily. "He's just pissed off that his money, for once, isn't getting him what he wants, so he decided to make you feel sorry for him."

"You mean he can't control me anymore." Anna interjected, shaking her head.

"I really wanna hit the bastard." Declan spat. "Manipulating you like that? He added, reaching over and dragging Anna's chair next to his and hugging her.

"It's okay, Declan." Anna coaxed.

"No, it's not, darlin', he can't get away with this!" He commented sternly.

"And he won't. He left evidence and I brought it for you." Catherine piped up, pulling a manila envelope from her purse.

"Wha' is it? The evidence I mean?" Declan pressed, reaching for the envelope.

"Video recordings. With audio." Catherine stated simply.

"Are you serious? How did you get this?" Anna questioned as Declan emptied the envelope on the table where three USB thumb drives sat.

"I work for a security company, and when I found out about you, I confronted him. That's when he told me about your break up and how he planned to get you back. It was just some talk then but he was weird about it, talking about bouquets and gifts, so I agreed to dinner with him on a regular basis, but it was always at my place and never in public. So, I recorded him with security equipment from work when he came over, because he'd go on these rants about you." Catherine finished.

"Thank you for contacting me and telling me all this. I'm sorry you got caught up in this mess in the first place. But I think in a way, you were a blessing in disguise." Anna complimented.

"How am I blessing?"

"If it weren't for ya seeing the weasel in the first place, Anna might still be stuck with him." Declan explained.

Catherine nodded in understanding and after promising they would let her know how things go with Jeremy from this point forward, they said their goodbyes. But Catherine had one more thing to say.

"I just want to add, that if you do confront him and he's still in hospital when you do, don't be surprised if you see me there, visiting him. I'm trying to keep up the rouse and maybe I can record even more." She finished, finally taking her leave.

~ISR~Declan~ISR~

I left Anna at the kitchen table while I saw Catherine out. Her information and confirmation of our doubts about the weasel, while informative, made me angry. The nerve of him to use Anna like that.

Walking back to kitchen, I felt my heart break at seeing her in tears. Without a word I picked her up, cradling her in my arms and went to the couch, holding her close.

"It's going to be okay, Love." I tried to comfort.

"I'm sorry. I'm not crying because I'm upset. I feel relief." She explained.

"I'm confused." I posed, trying to understand her meaning.

"The relief you mean?" She clarified and I nodded in reply. "Relief that we know we were right and not crazy to think so. That we have evidence." She finished.

"Do you want to look at them now?" I queried.

"No, what I want is to take the rest of the afternoon to just focus on us. He's still in the hospital and can't get to us." She smiled, cupping my cheek in her right hand as she lightly scratched her nails through my light beard. "No matter what Jeremy thinks, I love you and I'm going to marry you." She stated assuredly, pressing her lips to mine in a firm kiss.

A few hours later, we were in the kitchen as I instructed her what to chop and how as we prepared the sauce for our shrimp fettuccine alfredo.

"Wait! We need aprons." Anna called suddenly as she jogged from the room.

I continued to prep the shrimp and noodles and uncorked the bottle of Chardonnay. Pouring us each a glass. We'd picked it up earlier when we traipsed around the neighbourhood, to collect our ingredients for dinner. My gaze looked to Anna when I heard her high-heeled shoes clicking along the hard-wood floor. She was wearing a red apron and carried a blue one in hand. Walking up behind me, she tried to put it over my head but couldn't quite reach.

"Dec, get down, you're too tall!" She whined, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and was prepared to lower myself so she could reach when all I felt on her back, besides the tie to the apron was bare skin.

I smiled a Cheshire-Cat like grin at her devious little ploy. "I feel what ya did there, Love. But the length around yer neck's a little too short, should be longer." I teased, adjusting it so I could see the tops of her breasts. "Tha's better." I smiled, cupping her ass in my hands as she giggled and wiggled in my arms.

"You're turn." She taunted.

"My turn for wha' exactly?"

"Take your clothes off, and put the apron on." She demanded.

"Tha's how it is, is it?" I smiled in reply.

I stripped naked and smiled at her, waiting for my next instruction.

"Bend down, please." She asked sweetly. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she sounded at her request.

"How can I say no to tha'!" I teased, lifting her up and setting her on the counter behind us.

"Declan! That's cold on my bum!" She shouted, slapping at my shoulder, and I started roaring in laughter at the fact that she didn't say 'ass'.

"God, I'm so in love with ya, darlin'." I crooned, cupping her face in my hands pressing my lips to hers. When we parted, she slipped the apron over my head.

"Sneaky." I commented.

"I love you too, now turn please." She asked nicely, and I followed her request. She tied the ends in a bow before reaching down and grabbing my ass. I turned back to face her.

"Thanks, Love. Wouldn't want to burn any important appendages." I teased, helping her down again.

"So, what do I need to do, Chef?" She queried and I swear I got hard at hearing her call me 'Chef'.

"Fuck, call me that again!" I ordered.

"Chef?" She posed.

"Ya." I smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist as my eyes met hers.

"Give me my directions, Chef." She stated, although her implications were loud and clear. The dirty thoughts that ran through my mind were torture.

"Well, first. I'm not sure if I should tell ya to to get the cream and milk for the sauce or get on yer knees." I replied, rubbing my hands over my face in mortification that'd I'd even admitted it. I stood there, leaning against the counter, pressing my palms into my eyes when I felt Anna slipping down my body, onto her knees, before sliding her hands up under the apron.

Her small hands gripped my cock and she started pumping slow but firm, and my hands moved to the counter behind me for support when I felt her hot little mouth move over the head.

"Fuck, Anna."

"Yes, Chef?" She taunted.

"Don't stop, sweetheart. Please." I begged, as I pulled the apron off to watch her.

She tightened her grip at the base and sucked the head deeper down her throat, as her other hand moved down to play with my balls.

"Just like tha', ohh fuck." I groaned, thrusting gently into her hot mouth. She continued for a while, taking her time. Bringing me to the brink and then slowing down again.

~ISR~Anna~ISR~

I loved the sounds he'd make when I would pleasure him with my mouth. The way he'd gently thrust into my mouth or his hand would cup my cheek, tenderly. He stopped me suddenly.

"Come 'ere, darlin'." He called, helping to stand before lifting me up, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the kitchen table, and laid me back gently, before pulling my apron off, and getting on his knees. He pulled my heels off, and rested my bare feet on his shoulders, my knees bent.

"You're turn, sweetheart." He stated, smiling a crooked smile before diving in and sucking my clit into his mouth. His hands covered my thighs, holding them in place. My back arched off the table when his tongue slipped between my lips and his thumb rubbed at my clit.

"Dec, oh, that feels so good." I cried out. He continued his tortuous pleasure and moments later I shuddered in his arms as an orgasm ripped through me.

"Ohhhh," I panted as he kissed his way up my torso until his lips landed on mine.

"How many is that now, darlin'?" He teased, a smirk on his lips.

"How many what?" I questioned, trying to catch my breath.

"How many orgasms have I given you, darlin'?" He smiled once more, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Ohh, I don't know, eight?" I mumbled, as his hand cupped my sex, while he slipped a finger inside.

"Really now." He grinned.

"Yes." I confirmed, as he replaced his finger with his cock. "Oh, yes!" I cried out as his thrusts started slow but deep.

"Declan 8, Weasel Nil." He teased.

"OHMIGOD! Declan, you're terrible!" I called in disbelief. "But, you're not wrong." I agreed, pulling his lips down to mine as he continued to make love to me on the kitchen table.

"Wrap your legs around me, Love." He asked, pulling them up and around his hips. I locked my ankles behind him and he picked me up suddenly and pushed me into the nearest wall.

"Dec, oh, please, don't stop." I panted as he thrust hard and fast as my hands tugged and pulled at his hair.

"Come for me, darlin'." He coaxed, as I slipped my hand down and rubbed at my clit. He pounded into me a few more times and I climaxed around him.

"I feel it, Love, almost there." He groaned and I felt him release into me after a few more thrusts.

"God, you're so amazing at that." I complimented, as he sat on a kitchen chair, while I was still wrapped around him.

I moved in, pressing my lips to his and he sucked on my top lip gently as his tongue teased my lips for entrance.

A little while later, we were still just cuddled on the chair when Declan spoke up. "Should we actually cook dinner now?" He smiled.

"I am a little hungry after that workout." I replied, as he helped me to stand.

We still didn't exactly get dressed, but we did don our aprons again. I listened as Declan instructed me on how and when to mix the different ingredients to make the alfredo sauce, while constantly stirring so I didn't burn it. He was doing that thing with the skillet again, where he shook it over the heat and that damn vein in his arm called to me. When he put the skillet back down on the burner, I grabbed his arm and licked it. I suddenly realized what I just did and felt embarrassed. He just looked at me with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Something you wanna tell me, darlin'?"

"You had some, like sauce there or something." I explained. "Yeah, that's it." I convinced myself, keeping my focus on the sauce I was stirring.

Declan clicked his tongue as he moved to stand behind me and pressed against my back, his hands moving under the apron to cup my breasts as he bent forward and licked up my neck. It surprised me and I jumped.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked, as a giggle erupted.

"Ya had, ya know, some sauce…there." He teased, kissing my neck one more time before pulling back.

We finally finished making the shrimp fettuccine alfredo and cuddled up on the couch with a glass of Chardonnay each and a bowl of shrimp fettuccine alfredo, while we watched some pointless documentary on the television about beer. Just as we finished eating, my cell phone rang and I grabbed it from the coffee table in front of us.

"Hello?"

"Anna? It's Libby." She answered. I didn't recognize the number on the call display but it made sense now as she was calling from the hospital.

"Hey, Libby, what's up?"

"Ron insisted that I call you." She explained.

"Why did Ron want you to call me, what's going on?" I queried, putting the call on speaker. "Declan can hear you too." I added.

"Hi Libby." He greeted.

"Hi Declan. Look Ron's getting irritated because Jeremy keeps asking why you haven't visited him yet." Libby reported.

"I didn't know I was supposed to." I retorted.

"Anna, he's been sick. I mean he looks terrible." She admitted.

"Then he's a good fuckin' actor." Declan piped up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Libby called in disbelief.

Taking a deep breath, I reported to Libby the new information we had gotten from Catherine and who she was. I extended the dinner invitation for Friday, to go over the thumb drives with us, and also asked her not to let on yet that she knew. We needed to catch Jeremy, not tip him off so he could hide any evidence. We ended our call and I turned to Declan.

"You did good, Love." He praised, kissing my cheek.

"I hope we can get him, or catch him in a lie." I confessed.

"I hope so too, sweetheart. I hope so too." He comforted as I settled back in his arms. The television droning on in the background.