A/N: A huge amount of smut and violence in this chapter! A bit surprising! Just so ya know, not everyone will be happy with thus turn of events! Bwahahaha!!!!*sneaks off to hide for a bit*
Anne cried herself to sleep for the next two weeks. When she wasn't sleeping, she was doing her chores, then went directly to her room to cry some more. She didn't care if it made her face blotchy and her eyes puffy. Nothing matter if she couldn't be with Billy.
On the other side of town, Billy Andrews pouted. He pouted, and he was angry. Why shouldn't he be allowed to be with the girl he loved? Did they really think they could stop what him and Anne shared? It was utter bullshit and he'd told his father as such, earning him punishment in chores and and ass whooping with a switch if his father's choosing.
Meanwhile, Diana Barry still tried to get Anne to speak to her to no avail. "You broke my heart, Diana! I will never be happy again, never!" Anne had screeched in her face then slammed the front door. Diana gave her a week, then tried again. This time Marilla forced Anne to have tea and be civil. As soon as the tea was over though, Anne said she was unwell and excused herself to her room. "I'll try again next week Miss Cuthbert. Thank you." Diana said sadly then walked back to her house.
Before she knew it, a month had passed. Did Billy still think if her? He hadn't been attending Sunday services with his family, so she hadn't had so much as a glance at her blonde adonis. She was thinking about him at night in particular. Jane had told her that all he did was work the farm and then pout in his room. He no longer spoke to anyone unless they spoke to him. All that work must be making him even more muscular than before.
Anne wondered how he'd feel in her arms. How he'd hold her close... whisper sinful things in her ear. She began to touch herself at night while thinking of Billy. She knew it was naughty, but she no longer cared. If self-pleasure was all she could do without being her beloved, then screw it. They couldn't tell her what to do with her own body.
One night she was just getting ready for bed when she saw a light in the woods. It was right on the property line. Could it be Billy? Anne's curiosity got the best of her. She opened her window, then put her slippers on and climbed out the window, jumping to the tree and shimmied down.
Once her feet hit the ground, she ran towards the light. The closer she got, the further the light retreated into the woods. "Wait! Who are you?" Anne hissed. The figure moved closer, and it certainly was not who she thought it was.
"I'm sorry for startling you, Anne. I haven't been sleeping well since my father died. It's so lonely at home. With only my neighbor visiting once a week to check on me. Somehow, tonight, I was just drawn here." Gilbert Blythe stood there in all his handsomeness. Anne suddenly felt a tingle between her legs. The raspy voice of Gilbert, the way his eyes shone in the firelight, the way he looked at her.
"Come here, Gilbert Blythe." Anne commanded. She felt drunk, maybe it was the hot summer air, but she couldn't control the urge that came over her. Gilbert stepped close enough for Anne to reach out for him. She grabbed him by the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled him flush against her. He began to ask what she was doing, but she hushed him with her lips crashing against his. He dropped his lamp and wrapped his arms around her.
She moaned and began to feel his erection against her leg. "Oh, Anne." he moaned her name with such reverence and adoration. "We should stop. We should..." he was cut off when Anne touched him, making him lose control. He pushed her up against a tree and hiked up her nightdress. Anne moaned again.
"Yes, touch me please. I need it. Please! Oh!" Anne moaned into his ear as he cupped her between the legs and began to rub her through her panties.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamt of touching you like this, Anne? Has Billy ever touched you like this? Has he ever made you feel like this? Tell me." Gilbert hissed in her ear as he slipped two fingers into her wetness, and rubbed her clit with his thumb causing her to shout out his name into the heavens.
"No, he...he didn't get the chance. Oh, God! Oh, God!" Anne had to bite down in her own hand to stifle her moans. She felt herself begin to lose control under Gilbert's ministrations. Finally, she climaxed, and Gilbert could feel her clenching around his fingers.
"Anne. Be mine, Anne. Please. I want you so bad." He whispered it into her ear then licked the earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, letting go to kiss the pulse in her neck. His kisses traveling across her jaw then back to her lips. He kissed her with passion and fire. Anne's heart was beating so fast. She couldn't think straight. One part of her was screaming for her to take up his offer, but another part screamed, "You love Billy! Stop this! It will kill him! Stop you fool!"
"I can't. I'm sorry, Gil! I can't! I still love Billy. I'm sorry." Anne was crying now. For her heart, for his heart, and for Billy's heart. "What have I done? What have we done?" Sure, it felt good, amazing even, but she felt like a monster. "I'm a horrible person. Despicable!" Gilbert hugged her to him.
"Hush now. You're not. You're only human, Anne. I enjoyed myself. You enjoyed yourself. This made us feel good. We were two lonely people, hurting. Don't cheapen this moment for us. I'm in love with you. I know you don't feel the same way, but maybe someday that will change. In the meantime, you could come visit whenever you're feeling lonely. I wouldn't mind the company." Gilbert lifted her chin and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "You can trust me. I won't tell anyone about what we just did." He took her hand and place a kiss to it.
Anne stood there, speechless. She didn't know what to say. She still felt guilty for letting her emotions get the best of her. Technically she hadn't cheated on Billy since they were no longer allowed to be together, but she still felt like she did. "Thank you, Gil. I will ask Marilla if I'd be allowed to visit you. Maybe teach you how to cook and bake? Mend clothes? You are all alone after all." She smiled up at him. At the prospect of getting out of the depression she'd been in since being torn from Billy. "Come over in the morning after chores? You could speak to Marilla and Matthew then?"
He smiled at Anne and nodded, "I'll be there, Anne. Thank you." He bent over to pick up his lamp and hugged Anne once more before watching her race back up to Green Gables. When she was inside and safe, he began to walk home. He smiled and felt happy for the first time since his father passed away.
Anne woke up feeling amazing. She wash herself, then dressed and headed downstairs. "Good morning, Marilla! It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?" Marilla looked shocked. Anne hadn't really been herself since they seperated her from the Andrews boy.
"Well, you seem to be feeling much better today, Anne. Would you like to help me with breakfast?" Anne smiled brightly, then began making biscuits at the countertop while Marilla fried some sausage and eggs. Anne was humming as she worked which brought a smile to Marilla's face.
Matthew came down and smiled when he saw Anne and Marilla working together and chatting. "Good morning, Anne, Marilla." he said in an upbeat way. "Glad to see you're feeling better, Anne. I missed my happy girl." Anne smiled at Matthew and brought him a cup of coffee.
Breakfast was a jovial affair. They were laughing and enjoying each other's company immensely. After cleaning up breakfast, Anne and Matthew met Jerry, the young farmhand that helped Matthew, outside and began the morning chores. When Anne finished, she washed up and helped Marilla make lunch. Anne wondered if Gilbert would come. Maybe he forgot or maybe he decided he didn't want to see Anne after all.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Who could that be?" Marilla wondered as she opened the door, "Oh, Gilbert, hello! How are you, dear boy? Please, come inside. Would you like a glass of lemonade? Anne and I were just making lunch. Anne? It's Gilbert Blythe. Make another sandwich. You must stay for lunch." Marilla fussed over the son of the man she had once dreamed of marrying.
"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Miss Cuthbert. I had actually come over to ask if I could borrow Anne. You see, it's awful lonely without my dad, and I no longer want to be a bother to my neighbors, so I thought...maybe I could get Anne to teach me some things like cooking, baking, mending my clothes. I feel confident in keeping the farm going with the added help of a farmhand from Elizabethtown that I just hired. But, the other stuff, I'm rubbish at. If you could spare her a few hours a day, I'd be much obliged." Gilbert was a good talker. Anne was even convinced of his intentions.
"But, of course, Gilbert. I can spare her after morning chores. As long as she is home before dark. Is that okay, Anne? Could you be a good Christian and help our neighbor in need?" Marilla turned to Anne who looked as if she thinking really hard.
"As long as it does not interfere with my chores, I suppose I could. Gil is my friend after all." Marilla turned back to Gilbert and Anne winked at him behind her.
"It's settled then. Anne, after lunch, why don't you go over and begin your lessons?" Marilla got up and went outside to call Matthew and Jerry in for lunch.
"I can't believe it was that easy." Anne whispered.
"What can I say? I'm a nice, innocent boy with good intentions." Gilbert winked at Anne causing her to blush. She stood up and brought the plate of ham sandwiches over as Gilbert grabbed the large pitcher of lemonade. After lunch was finished, Anne and Gilbert got in his cart and rode over to Blythe Farm.
"So...what should I teach you first?" Anne said as innocently as possible. Before she knew it Gilbert was kissing her, walking her backwards to the couch. She felt her calf hit the sofa and pulled away. "Gil, I..." he spun around, sat on the sofa, then pulled her down. Anne straddled his lap and he grabbed her hips.
"Make me forget the loneliness, Anne." he begged her in a whisper. She began to kiss him as he rocked her hips against his erection, causing her to moan. It felt so good, so damn sinfully good. "Anne, I want to make you feel good again. Like last night. I need to make you feel good." he pleaded.
Anne took ahold of his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Feel me, Gil." she gave him permission. He began gently squeezing her through her dress. Then she began to rock against his erection more. It was rubbing against her clit making her want more. "Can we go to your bed?" She asked in a husky voice she didn't think even belonged to her.
Gilbert removed Anne from his lap and stood up, taking her hand in his. When they got to his bedroom, Anne removed her tights and panties then lay on his bed. She watched him remove his clothes, but remaining in his underwear. He was more muscular than she'd thought he would be. He climbed on top of her and began kissing her again. She reached down and touched his erection and began to rub him through his underwear. "Oh, Anne, that feels so good." She heard him whisper in her hair.
She continued her task, increasing the pressure and speed until he began to shudder under her touch. Suddenly, a warm substance came out. It felt sticky. "Sorry, I should have warned you that would happen." he said sheepishly. "Your turn." he stated after he'd cleaned himself up and helped Anne wipe her hand clean.
"Lay back. Is it okay if I lift your dress?" Always do polite, Anne thought to herself as she giggled out a yes. She couldn't believe that they were doing this with each other. Gilbert, lifted her dress to unveil Anne's bottom half to him. She didn't know how he knew what to do to make her feel good, but before she knew it, he was parting her legs and began licking and kissing her inner thighs, slowly making it to her most private area.
"Oh!" she squealed as his tongue darted out and flicked her clit. She did so again and again causing her grab ahold of his head and push him closer. He began to suck it, then pushed his tongue into her slickness causing Anne to feel as if her head would explode from the pleasure. "Gil! Oh, Gil! Oh my! Yes! That feels so incredible! I need more!" With that, he pushed his fingers inside if her and began to fuck her with his hand as his tongue continued flicking and sucking her clit. It didn't take long until she completely unraveled.
Following Sunday services, Billy's family arrived at home as he was finishing his chores. Jane ran over to him. "Billy! You'll never guess what I just heard!" His little sister was out of breath, so he gave her a minute.
"What is it Jane?" Billy had still been grumpy from not being able to see Anne, his Anne.
"I overheard mother talking to Miss Cuthbert. Apparently, Anne has been spending a lot of time at Blythe Farm helping Gilbert. Thought you'd like to know. Maybe you should go visit your 'friend' Gilbert? Check in on him?" Billy smiled mischievously at his equally sneaky sister.
"You know you've always been my favorite sister, Jane. Thanks!" Billy ran off to wash up and ask his father's permission to visit Gilbert Blythe, his orphaned friend. Mr. Andrews agreed, even saying how impressed he was with thinking of others. If you only knew... Billy thought to himself.
Anne was helping Gilbert make a roasted chicken after church. "So chop the carrots, celery and potatoes then we'll put them in the dutch oven with some butter and seasoning. Okay, then place the chicken on top of the veggies and we can start roasting it." Anne was actually teaching Gilbert a lot more than giving themselves pleasure. School would start in three weeks, and they had grown closer than she'd thought. She hardly thought about Billy Andrews anymore.
"Okay, so what shall we do in the meantime?" Gilbert teased. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. She tried to act coquettishly. He tipped her chin up so that he was looking in her eyes. Just as he leaned in and she closed her eyes, his front door was kicked open causing them to jump apart.
"Get away from her, Blythe! Anne! Are you okay?" Billy Andrews looked as angry as a badger in the doorway of Gilbert's house.
"Get out of my house, Billy! Anne is free to be with whomever she pleases." Gilbert wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Billy looked ready to kill him.
"Anne? Are you...are you with him? I thought you loved me. What has become of you, Red?" Billy looked in the verge of tears. It broke her to see if but she sure did hate that nickname.
"I always hated it when you called me Red. I told you that, Billy Andrews." Her voice came out in almost a whisper, but she didn't move. He noticed she looked safe in the arms of Gilbert Blythe and that hurt the most of all.
"Don't do this, Anne. Please. Me and you, we are supposed to be together. We love each other. Don't you know that? Come away with me. Let me remind you of our love." Billy pleaded from the doorway.
"We cannot be together, Billy. You know that. Gil has been here for me. And I've been here for him. We need each other. I'm sorry, but I'm staying here...with Gil." She tucked herself closer to Gilbert to try to drive the point home, plus, she just could not see the look of hurt in his eyes any longer.
"Heartless bitch!" Billy yelled in anger. Anne began to sob. "You whore!"
Gilbert pulled Anne behind him then rushed at Billy. "Get out or you'll wish you'd never set foot on my land, you bastard!" Billy stayed put and when Gilbert made his way close enough, he punch him in the jaw. Gilbert fell back and Billy pounced, continuing his assault and knocking him out. He stood up and saw a horror-stricken Anne. Stepping over Gilbert and still furious, he stalked over to Anne who ran from him, attempting to lock herself in Gilbert's bedroom.
He threw her to the bed and pinned her down, just as he did that day in the woods almost a year ago. "Get off of me! Stop! Let me go!" Anne screamed.
"Stop fighting me! You know you want me, so why fight!" Billy forced his knee between her legs then tried tearing her tights open. "Anne! Oh, Anne! I've missed you. I've wanted you so long." Billy began to kiss her and she stopped fighting. She just lay there, still with a faraway expression on her face. Billy stopped, horrified at what he'd almost done. "I'm sorry! Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Anne!" He got up and began pacing.
"Go...just go..." she said sadly as she curled into the fetal position on Gilbert's bed. A place she'd only ever felt safe and loved in. "I never want to see you again. You've hurt me for the last time, Billy Andrews. May God have mercy on you. You really need to get help for your anger issues. Go before Gilbert comes to. If you leave, I won't tell anyone what you almost did to me. But, you need to leave and never come near me again." She was cold, but he couldn't blame her. He had just attacked Gilbert and her.
Billy ran. He ran until he could run anymore. Until he reached the cliffs. Until he felt there was nowhere else to run...