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"Gilbert, look beyond that! I mean, seriously, how can you not see the charm of this house?" Anne asked him, completely bewildered. Gilbert looked at her.
"I just see everything that will go wrong with it," he said. They were walking around yet another house. One that apparently, Anne really liked. "See there? There's mold. And the light switches are so old it doesn't even make sense, I'm sure it's all knob and tube wiring and it will be an awful lot of money to fix that, never mind the seventie's kitchen back there."
"But the potential, Gil! Can't you see the potential?" she pleaded. It seemed to her that it was the perfect house. Yes, she would like a space they could call a study or library and maybe one bedroom more, but it was a lovely house for all that she cared. Only Gilbert was way more focused on the practical aspect. She crossed a look with the realtor, who seemed as exasperated as her. "Just imagine. We could refinish these floors.. And open the kitchen…" she continued telling him the idea she could picture so clearly in her mind. He looked at her, dazed. Just watching her speak was enthralling. But the house would fall apart and even if he had savings, he didn't have that much. "So?"
"No, Carrots. We can keep looking. It doesn't even have a study and I know you want one."
"But…"
"Anne, there are more houses. This is not the last one. And from what the realtor told us, it's not going to disappear that quickly, it's been on the market for months. We can always come back."
"We will come back. You'll see," she said, pouting. Gilbert chuckled and she laughed. "Ok, so where's the next?"
A variation of that happened in every house they went to that weekend. It was either Anne charmed by a house Gilbert could not see past it's decay or Gilbert approved of a house Anne deemed too "cookie-cuterish". They came back home in the evening, feeling drained and more frustrated than happy with the whole house hunting thing.
"It looks way more entertaining in tv," she said.
"Anne, tv never portrays reality. But at the very least, we have some set of priorities now? I mean, we went with zero expectations other than a general idea, at least now I feel like we know what we want. And we have an idea of what the market looks like."
"An older home already remodeled to acquiesce with your standards?" she said, skeptically. Gilbert laughed. "You know, we could actually remodel the house to our taste."
"Anne, that has to be thousands of dollars…"
"But if we get a good deal on the house, wouldn't the mortgage be enough to cover it?"
"I don't know. Renovations just scream expensive to me. But we can check it out, I guess," he conceded. He honestly had no idea. Maybe talking to Ella would give them some pointers? She had to have a clearer idea than he had… Maybe he was really over-reacting and it wasn't as bad as he feared. "So, what's the plan tomorrow with Cole? What are you two up to?"
"You know I never tell," she said, winking. She was all about searching for a birthday present for him. He chuckled, bringing her closer and just snuggling. "I was thinking about going Niagara-on-the-Lake. I remember it's cute."
"It is. Go to the ice cream place on Queen Street. Il Gelato something. It has vegan stuff if you want," he commented. She nodded and just relished on being close to him.
Anne and Cole were walking slowly, arm in arm, eating ice cream around the little town. Gilbert's suggestion had been on point. Cole had picked her up before lunch and they had decided to go for a walk and some lunch around Niagara, since he hadn't been in the falls for years. They had been talking animatedly about everything for hours, just glad to be in each other's presence, as if the months didn't mean anything. Because with Cole, they didn't.
"So, what are your plans now? Still looking for a job?" Cole asked after a while.
"I… haven't sent a resume in about two months. I mean, my profile is still up everywhere, but… I kind of lost hope? I just have the inkling the principal must have told something to the CAPS and now no public school board in Canada will hire me. And then Gilbert insisted that I didn't look for something just for the sake of looking and instead focus on what makes me happy…"
"That sounds like him. So, what's what makes you happy?"
"Honestly? I always thought I wanted to go back to study, you know, the Waldorf certification I kept talking about? But then I realized over the past month that I'm not so sure about it. I mean, it's always been this abstract idea but I've never done anything about it, you know?"
"I do. I'm pretty sure Gilbert must have the application papers somewhere and you don't even know the website by heart and would have to google something random to get to it," Cole said. Anne laughed. That was very likely indeed. "So, what's it? You're finally writing like I've been telling you forever?"
"Actually, like crazy. Like, I've sent you some stories and stuff but I have tons on my mind and then many halfway done and so many more written…," she said. She bit her lip for a second, before adding under Cole's intent gaze. "I sent a finished draft of a compilation of kids stories to a publishing house last week. I did it with Ka'kwet, and the proceeds, if it gets through, are going to First Nation's kids that have been stranded from their families by the foster care system. Especially now that Gilbert was so insistent about me not needing to bring so much to the house."
"That's the draft you sent me a couple of weeks ago? It was amazing, Nana. When do you hear back?"
"No idea. It's the first time I try to publish anything. I'm hoping that with Miss Stacy's connections it will be easier… You know, the teacher I had with Roy in College?" Cole nodded and Anne continued. "She has some friends in publishing houses and when I told her about the project she was full on. So that's one. But I also had a proposal for you."
"You had a proposal for me? Do tell," Cole said, interested. He signaled a storefront. "Wait, I'm sorry for interrupting. Weren't you looking for a birthday present for Gilbert?"
"Yes, why?" she asked, confused, but then saw what Cole was showing her. "You're kidding. Let's go in."
They entered the dainty store. They had been walking for a while on Niagara-on-the-Lake, a tiny town full of pretty independent stores, no real destination, but they thought it would be a good place to look for something for Gilbert. His birthday was only a couple of weeks away and Anne wanted to give him some sort of present. And then Cole had stopped in this place. A men's apparel store, it seemed to have a wide selection of hats (she eyed a flatcap immediately), ties, belts… and suspenders.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed as she stopped in front of a showcase of bowties. "Cole, look at this one," she said, signaling a cream bowtie with a pattern of tiny whimsical carrots. Her friend laughed loudly.
"Now don't you think that's a bit too much?"
"Do you?" she asked, unsure. It was just so perfect to mess with him! Who would have thought anyone sold anything with a carrot printed?
"No, but I'm the one that's always marking Roy as my own, I didn't think you were like that. It's… weirdly tasteful."
"Do you think he'll like it? As a joke? I think it's just the perfect way to tease him. And the pattern is nice," she said, her grin wicked.
"Are you kidding, Nan? He'll love it. And will get so teased at that hospital. Take that one, and come look at these suspenders," Cole said, dragging her to the other side of the store to show her some thin leather suspenders.
"You are kidding, Cole Mackenzie," she said, her tone serious.
"I am not. Look at the tag," he said. Anne grabbed it, read it, and then looked at him. Vegan leather suspenders? And that bowtie? It was the perfect combination of a joke and a great gift.
"So, gift is figured out. I can't even believe this exists. Thank you so much!" she beamed gratefully to Cole, signaling to the clerk. They went out some five minutes later, gift already packed (Anne had decided she could enhance the simple kraft paper wrapper later, but didn't want to risk Gilbert looking at his gift before time).
"About that gift, I had another idea for you, Nan. But you must promise to trust me first," Anne frowned.
"What kind of wicked thing can you have in mind that elicits you to ask for that first?"
"The kind of gift that will make Gilbert go mental," Cole said, smirking. Anne opened her eyes. "So, promise? Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise," she accepted, holding out her pinky finger. They crossed it and did a solemn promise.
"We are going to buy lingerie," Cole said, a wicked smile on his mouth that reached his eyes fully.
"Cole! I… What are you even thinking?!" Anne explained, feeling herself blush brightly. "I can't pull off lingerie!"
"Gilbert's birthday present! You promised to trust me! Come, Roy said something about some outlets close to here… And I already told Di and she's waiting for our video call in about an hour, so we have just the time."
"Video call? Whatever for?" even more confused.
"To help you choose, obviously? This is a teamwork effort, Nan," Cole said, taking her hand and walking as if it was his birthday present, the one they were talking about.
"I find it extremely perturbing how happy this makes you," Anne commented, still unsure, as they walked to the car.
"Oh, I just know you will look so, so good, Nana. If anyone can pull off lingerie is you. Maybe Diana. And I live for tormenting Gilbert," he said, laughing.
And that's how they found themselves in a lingerie shop. A very charming clerk was helping them and commenting with Cole about what would look better on Anne as she veered towards the section of the store where she felt safer, only to be veered back to the lingerie section. She sighed at the insistence.
"Honestly? Cole, I don't have the body to pull this off," she said, still skeptical.
"On the contrary, darling," said the store clerk. "It will look so good on you. You will enhance these pieces without them looking like too much. Go on, try them."
She sighed, but took the hangers and went inside the fitting room where they were ushering her. She shook her head as she heard Cole greet Diana excitedly, and decided there was no hurt in trying this stuff and proving them wrong, so undressed herself, put on the disposable liner, and finally opened the door to an excited Cole. Thankful that the fitting rooms were actually on the back and had a concealed seating area where Cole was waiting.
"This is ridiculous," she said.
"That you have to wear a facemask while wearing that, that's ridiculous. Di, look at her! Isn't she a dream? Anne, you will have to pose for a painting, I can't even…" said Cole, studying her with a critical eye as Anne blushed even more brightly.
"Anne! Hi!" she heard Diana's voice. "I agree with Cole, even when I only see you blurred. That colour looks so good on you."
"Dark green is her colour, I've told her time and time again," Cole acquiesced. Anne looked down to her body and then turned to the body length mirror. Cole went beside her. "You look unbelievably hot, Nan. If I wasn't gay I would be all over you. And it's tasteful, too."
"I do?"
"You do, Anne!" Diana screamed. She heard Jerry's voice on the back.
"Di, don't you let him see this! Cole!" she said frantically. She didn't want Jerry's opinion on this. Cole laughed.
"He can't look at my screen, don't worry. Cole, can you show me the lace? I'm so curious," Diana said, and Cole brought the camera close to Anne. "It's gorgeous, Anne. So, so nice."
"I don't look like… you know…"
"No!" both her friends interrupted her. Anne looked again at the mirror. The… whole body piece (teddy, the clerk had said?) was dark green, a very deep plunge neckline, strappy down the back and sheer lace and mesh in the front. It was pretty, she had to accept. And Cole wouldn't suggest something that she truly wouldn't feel comfortable in. "Think of it as a private, glorified swimsuit, Nana."
"And you honestly think Gilbert will be into this kind of thing?"
"Yes!" was the loud answer of her friends.
"Cole, weren't you going to show her some decent pajamas?" Diana said. "What about a baby doll and a regular one? You have to stop wearing that flimsy thing, Anne."
"It's comfortable! I like it. Plus, I already have a nightdress, remember you both made me buy one for Montreal?" Anne defended herself. "Can I go change now?"
"Anne, the fabric of that camisole is all but nonexistent by now. Please. Buy some more pajamas. They don't even have to be sexy," Diana pleaded.
"What? Of course they have to! At least one, Diana, don't limit me," Cole said. "You go take that off, but wait in the dressing room, Nan. I saw the perfect piece for you. Wait there." Anne rolled her eyes and went back to the dressing room. She took off the teddy and grabbed her phone, seeing a message from Gilbert.
**Gil (15:32): How's my favorite vegetable doing?
**Anne S-C (15:46): Don't ever call me vegetable, Gilbert. Ever. 😡 😡 😡 Or I'll find a newer slate. Maybe your ipad. But things are going well. Cole and Diana being obnoxious, as always, but I love them like that
"Anne, grab this!" Cole said, passing a couple of things over the door of the dressing room. She caught them quickly and observed them.
"One is pink, Cole!"
"It's called dusty rose and it highlights your complexion. Who's the one who knows about colours around here? Now dress and come out," he said. Anne put on the baby doll, feeling the silky fabric and how it hugged her small breasts. She opened the door. "Yes, perfect."
"Let me seeee" called Diana. "Change the camera, Cole! Damn, you look so sexy and cute, Anne! I wish I could dress in that!"
"If I can, you can as well, Di," Anne said, walking to the mirror. She looked at her reflection, remembering Gilbert's reaction at her very plain nightdress in Montreal.
"Ok, I'm taking this. So, are we done?"
"Just check the pajamas? It's satin and the blue will make your eyes pop," Cole explained. Anne nodded and looked at the set Cole was handing. A deep ocean blue, it was simple, with a trim of lace, and did look very comfortable. "Keep Marilla's camisole. I'm not saying you throw it out. But have some nice things to wear as well, Nana, ok?"
**Cole (17:21): Anne's all safe and back in one piece, Gilbert. I'm heading back to Toronto, see how Roy's first day was.
**Cole (17:22): By the way, her underwear's still as nice as in school 😏 😏 😏
**Gilbert Blythe (17:29): Thanks. And, Cole, I already know her underwear is nice I'm with her now, remember?
"All ready, Blythe?" Fred asked, popping his head in his office. Gilbert nodded and got up, taking the new glasses off and putting them in his shirt pocket. He had to read some treatments that night for a difficult case. He grabbed his water bottle as well and headed to the door. "How are the headaches doing?"
"Much better," he admitted, surprised, because he hadn't even thought about them for days.
"Told you so!" Fred said, smiling. They walked down the corridor as Gilbert's phone buzzed again, he unlocked it as he took a sip of water.
**Cole (17:32): Oh, but you don't know what she bought now 😏 😉
"Are you ok, Blythe?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow, as he saw Gilbert blush suddenly.
**Cole (17:32): Lacy stuff. Strappy things. Sheer fabrics. The works. Lingerie. Nice lingerie, mind you. Tasteful
Gilbert choked. Fred looked at him, patting his back.
"You're ok, mate?" he asked as Gilbert kept coughing, as blushed as Fred had ever seen him. He took the phone off Gilbert's hand before he could put it away, read the messages and started laughing.
**Cole (17:32): You're welcome 😜
"I need… need some air," Gilbert stuttered, still blushed down to his neck, as some nurses looked curiously at him. What on earth could have happened to composed dr. Blythe to look like that? He left Fred in the middle of the hallway and went to the first door, even if it was still far from the parking lot and he would have to walk much more.
**Gilbert Blythe (17:32): Hey Cole, this is Fred here. Blythe is choking and gasping for air. I sense there's a story here I don't know yet, care to share? Oh, btw, my phone is 289 876 0092. We have so much to talk about 😉 😉 😉
**Cole (17:33): [voice message] Hey Fred! I'll save your number. So, we are about 17. And by then everyone knew that I was gay and it was an accepted fact among the girls. Especially Anne. So whenever I went to sleep at her place, she would change in front of me as if I was Diana or any other girl. I truly never minded, but then saw the opportunity to… tease Gilbert. He was obnoxious. I was trying to make him make a move. It never worked. So I would just mention off handedly how pretty Anne was in underwear. And how better it was in person than what he could ever imagine. And how she would use these really cute black lace panties. Or how her freckles went down her back. Stuff like that. Overall pretty innocent, I just loved to rile him up. So today I convinced Anne to get some… lingerie. And I just revived the old teasing. So he's choking? Mission accomplished.
**Gilbert Blythe (17:35): No wayyyyy! 😂 😂 You should have seen when Anne just came to live with him. He found some black panties or something and was a mess the whole day. It was hilarious. I still tease him about that from time to time
Gilbert arrived at his car when Fred was already waiting for him, a huge smile on his face.
"Here's your phone," he said, extending his hand, giving back his phone. Gilbert nodded, still annoyed at himself for the over the top reaction. He felt like a teen, his body reacting to mental images he could apparently not control in any way. But god, did Cole need to tell him that? He used to tease him with Anne before, but they were together now! Why did he keep reacting like a hormonal teenager?
"Thanks," Gilbert said, breathing deeply.
"So, feeling better now?" Fred asked, teasing in his voice and mirth in his eyes. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, looked at his phone and sighed.
"You spoke with Cole, right?"
"Of course I did! It was long overdue, Blythe! You should have introduced us years ago! I could have done with someone to tease you with for all these years and you deprived me of that absolute pleasure. But don't worry, we already exchanged numbers so there's no keeping us apart now," Fred explained. Gilbert shook his head.
"Please keep it rational?"
"Of course we won't, Blythe," Fred assured him.
Gilbert did his best not to ask what she had bought. Even if all sorts of mental images kept coming to him after Cole's comments. He was done having teen reactions and if Anne had indeed bought something, then he would see it whenever she wanted. Or that was the resolution he had made, anyway, even when his eyes had trailed over the corners several times trying to look for any bag that at least gave an idea of the store.
They ate dinner talking about their day. Anne seemed lively and happy, relaxed in a way he had learned over the years in highschool that only came after spending time with Cole. He had been jealous for months until Cole had brought him apart: yes, Anne might be more relaxed after spending time with him, but she was everything else and more just by looking at Gilbert. Now, he only appreciated their friend had decided to move to Ontario and they would be able to see him more often.
"And how was your day, Gil? I'm sorry, I feel like I've talked non-stop," she said, biting her lip, moving some tofu around the plate.
"You've done that because your day was way more interesting and happier than mine, Carrots. I actually have to work some later, we've been dealing with a rare case and I need to do some reading to see what the best course of treatment might be," he explained, not really looking forward to the night. "And review a bit before I start with the classes next week."
"Anything I can do?" she asked. He smiled softly at her.
"Not really, Anne-girl. Enjoy your night, it will make me feel better about not giving you any attention," he answered as they finished eating. They cleared the dishes and Anne offered to wash them so he could go and start with whatever he needed. "Don't worry. I can spare a bit to be with you," he countered, kissing her nape as she started scrubbing the pans. She smiled.
"Then go, put the dishes in the washing machine," she said, motioning to the side with her elbow. Gilbert laughed. "I saw the picture you published of your father and you playing guitar."
"I know. You commented on it," Gilbert said, a quick frown crossing his face. She hadn't been the only one to leave a comment, or to like the photo if he wanted to be more precise, but he wasn't going to dwell on this. He had a public instagram profile, so he had to deal with this. Or just ignore it. If only Anne's chat wasn't headed in that direction.
"When was it? John still looks…" she didn't want to say healthy, but that was really the only description. Because he had looked happy up until the day he had lost consciousness. Gilbert scratched the back of his neck.
"I think the year after we came back from Alberta. Before the recurrence and when we thought the treatment had actually worked. I think it was Bash who took the photo, he had just arrived," he explained.
"You both look so happy," Anne said, remembering the photo. In the Blythe house in Avonlea, close to the chimney, both of the guitars on hand, oblivious to the camera.
"We were, Anne-girl," he confirmed. They stayed in silence for a moment. "I better go. I love you, Carrots," he added, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before going to the living room. He took out his laptop and sat on the dining room table, looking for different research articles that might help him. That's where Anne found him not five minutes later. He looked up, confused at her insistent gaze and blushed cheeks. "All good, Anne?"
"What are you wearing?" she said, her voice slightly breathless. Since when did Gilbert Blythe use glasses? And how come he looked so good in them? And how was it possible that he was even hotter? And why hadn't he said anything so she could be mentally prepared? And…
"Glasses. Apparently I now need them to read and fend off headaches. Do they look too bad?" he asked nervously, because that had been his main concern. That somehow Anne didn't like them or thought him less attractive because he was getting old or something. But she only blushed even brighter.
"No, there... they're ok," she stammered, and went to the sofa and opened the first book she found. He laughed.
"You like them!" he said. She flushed even more. "It's a relief, Carrots, honestly."
"Why wouldn't I like them? Who wouldn't? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" she replied without thinking, and then bit her lips after feeling she had said too much. Gilbert didn't answer, a silly grin as he continued reading. Anne put on some music, clearly wanting to end the conversation. They stayed in silence, each focused on the reading, Anne stealing glances at Gilbert once in a while, to what he half-smiled. He looked too damn hot in those glasses. It wasn't fair.
**Anne S-C (19:09): Gilbert got reading glasses and it's criminal. I'm combusting here, Cole 😳
**Cole (19:12): Oh really? Photo!
She pointed the camera to him and snapped a quick picture. He didn't turn this time, so probably he hadn't noticed?
**Anne S-C (19:12): [Photo] There. Don't ask for more 🙈 He's actually working and he won't let me live it down if he notices I'm taking more pictures of him.
**Cole (19:12): At least you're together now, not like the shirtless one. He does look good! How come we never gave him glasses before? All these lost years… Tell me you're wearing something of what you bought tonight. Please. Wear the babydoll?
**Anne S-C (19:13): Seriously, Cole? What difference does it make to you?
**Cole (19:13): I know you will tell me all the details of his reaction tomorrow 😏 And I live for Gilbert's blushing reactions 😝 😉
**Anne S-C (19:13): Sometimes I honestly don't know if I should be concerned or not.
**Cole (19:13): You shouldn't. He's… I just like to tease him with you. All the time. And you know how hot he is, so it's purely for aesthetic reasons 😉
**Anne S-C (19:13): You're mental. Ok. I'll wear that damn thing
They read in silence for a couple of hours. Anne saw Gilbert's frown deepen, as if he really wasn't finding what he was looking for. Eventually she got up and walked towards where he was seated. She put her hands on his shoulder and rubbed lightly, a moan escaping Gilbert's throat.
"That feels nice," he said, turning his head to kiss her closest arm.
"How is it going?"
"Frustrating. But we will find something. I already wrote to a couple other hospitals to see if they've dealt with this before. I shouldn't be long now. You're going to sleep?"
"I'll prepare for bed," she confirmed and left him with a last squeeze on his shoulders. But she didn't say sleep, and Gilbert immediately thought of Cole's message. He continued reading the last paper he had found and jolting down some notes.
Anne went to the bedroom and took the bag out of the closet, eyeing the babydoll critically. Just pajamas, as Cole had said. Like her nightdress, but with way nicer fabric and finishes. She could pull this off. After changing she went to wash her face and then to the kitchen to prepare some chamomile to drink while reading in bed. Hopefully Gilbert really wouldn't be too long and he would come hug her before she was asleep.
"Anne, what are you wearing?" Gilbert asked before being able to help himself, forgetting all about the paper he had in front of him. He had been reading and lifted his gaze only when he heard the kettle. And there she was, like an apparition. Was that what Cole had been talking about? Anne was really wearing that? How could the fabric hug her breasts that way and still be so flowy below? How could her legs be even longer than he remembered?
She turned to look at him, completely blushed. Down her neck. She crossed her arms in front of her, insecure. Maybe he didn't like it and Cole had been wrong? She had thought it looked good, but why would he ask something like that? She looked at the floor as she answered.
"Just some new pajamas? Cole said it was nice…" she mumbled. Gilbert couldn't quite close his mouth and swallowed. Nice? That was not just nice ! And if those were pajamas then he wanted to know what could even qualify as lingerie in Cole's books! Why on earth was she so shy and uncomfortable? Hadn't she looked in the mirror? She was a goddess! Or a fairy queen! Or something way too magical and mystical and hot to be able to describe!
"They are nice," he said softly, before adding, "Come here." She went to the dining room, where Gilbert had pulled off the chair some so she could stand in front of him. She bit her lip, and held the hand Gilbert was offering, keeping the other tucked in front of her. He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, the other going to caress her other arm until she released her trunk and he could hold her hand. "You, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, are going to be the death of me. You have no idea of how hot you look right now?"
She shrugged. She honestly thought she looked nice but had been taken aback by his question. But hot? Maybe that was taking it a bit too far. Then she looked at Gilbert, the slight blush on his cheeks, his eyes dark, how his voice was slightly deeper. And those freaking glasses and suspenders, the shirt with the last buttons undone and the bowtie forgotten next to the laptop. He tugged gently on her hand to bring her closer and she stood in between his legs.
"You look so good it's unreal," he whispered, voice slightly hoarse, looking up at her with dark eyes.
"Now you're exaggerating, Gil," she said.
"I swear I'm not. I can see better now and all, it's not up to discussion," he said, smirking as he referenced the glasses he was still wearing, finally starting to feel more in control of himself. He let go of his hands and extended them to her cheeks, bringing her closer to him. He kissed her slowly, savouring each bit of her lips, tasting her teasingly slow, the tiniest of nibbles, until he felt more than he heard her moan. He let go then and Anne looked at him, her eyes dark, lips swollen. "You are the hottest woman on earth, with or without that… pajama you're wearing," he was pretty sure that was not a nightdress. It just couldn't be. He should really pay more attention whenever Ella spoke to him about clothes and stuff. Anne's eyes were still on his and he continued, standing up, almost no distance between them. "Put that fact into your pretty head. But there again… your clothing choices only enhance what's already perfect and I'm all for it," he said looking at her in the eyes.
Anne felt a knot forming in her center, every tiny hair in her body sticking out at his velvety voice. She swallowed and Gilbert smiled, by then knowing and understanding the cues of her desire. He trailed a finger down one of her arms until he reached her wrist. Lifting it delicately, he kissed the thin skin on the inside where he knew it was more sensitive and heard as Anne gasped.
Gilbert trailed kisses and nibbles on the inside of her arm, his other hand on her lower back bringing her closer to him. He wanted to show her just exactly how sexy and hot she was in that flimsy thing she was wearing. Flimsy with about the silkiest fabric he had ever touched. He knew he was already painfully hard, his arousal beyond himself when she was like that in front of him, but he wanted to somehow take the time to show her. She leant down and started kissing his neck. When she sucked him below the ear he hissed as his hips jerked forward.
"Gil…" she murmured in between kisses. She felt a knot inside. Looking at him clad in that, those glasses, the way he was touching her.. She just wanted him. Now . Sensing with a hand behind her, she closed the laptop and pushed it to the other side of the table, before propping herself on it and bringing him closer as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
"Fuck, Anne…" he murmured, viewing her like this, hearing her, feeling her, almost too much. His resolution of taking it slowly that night evaporating bit by bit. She moved against him and he kissed her exposed neck, brushing her nipples over the lacy fabric. They were so erect, so perky and hard he just knew how they would look without the fabric… But could just see hints of them in between the mesh.
"You… so…" Anne mumbled, one hand on Gilbert's bottom, bringing him closer as he groaned, her other sliding down one of the suspenders. They were so close there was almost no space in between them, just their smell, their warmth.
"So what, darling girl?" Gilbert forced himself to ask. Because he wanted to know. She grabbed his hair, hard, and he growled at the sensation.
"So hot, Gilbert Blythe," she said, her voice hoarse, sliding down the other suspender. Her hands moving towards his pant button, his trailing down the matching thong of the... nightdress? ( no pajamas would have matching underwear! This was fucking lingerie! How on earth was this called? ), the quiet music… suddenly interrupted by an alarming ringtone Anne had never heard that made her jump in shock, so loud it was.
"Fucking hell you have to be kidding me," Gilbert exclaimed, frustration in his voice, resting his forehead on Anne's shoulder, breathing deeply a couple of times to steady himself as the ringtone continued.
"Wh..What?" Anne stammered. Gilbert straightened himself and reached towards his phone and the obnoxious ringtone he had set only for the hospital's numbers.
"Dr. Blythe," he said, his voice suddenly serious and neutral. This better be serious or he would hang whatever resident was on shift by his balls.
Anne looked at him, his outburst suddenly making sense as he took a step backward speaking in medical jargon, clearly trying to sense what the residents were telling him and if there was really an emergency. And, judging by how his eyebrows were together in the middle of his forehead, his free hand rubbing both eyes, it was. He took another step back and looked at Anne apologetically. He didn't have to convince her of how little he wanted this. She could tell.
"Give me a second, Loretti," he said, before putting the phone on silence and on the table and redoing his pant's button. "Carrots, I'm so, so sorry."
"You have to go, don't you?" she asked. Gilbert grimaced, sliding the suspenders up. "Go. There's someone there who needs you. And I will wait for you."
"Please don't. I don't know how long I will be gone and it's late. Please, Anne-girl, please write to me if you have the tiniest nightmare or if you need anything. I…" Gilbert pleaded, diverting his discomfort and frustration to his next worry.
"Gilbert, go!" Anne interrupted him. He nodded and kissed her quickly and walked to the door, slipping into the first shoes he saw, the phone back on his ear.
"Blythe here. Sorry about that, Loretti. So, I'll be there in fifteen minutes… please start…" Anne didn't hear what Loretti had to prepare as Gilbert's voice disappeared as he closed the front door behind him. She sighed and went to the bedroom, laying on the cold bed by herself. Since when did he have those glasses? Was that the errand he had done the other day? She moved, trying to find a comfortable position, her heart still racing, Gilbert's scent still around her. That had to be about the worst time for a call. Ever.