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"Did you enjoy your day?" Anne asked Gilbert as she put the last of the things in the dishwasher. He was putting away some pots, the last of his whiskey forgotten on the counter.
"Tonight was perfect," Gilbert confirmed, skimming over the day, moving to kiss her on the nape. "I honestly wasn't expecting dad's gift. It was the most unexpected thing."
"I had no idea there had been more. But it's such a… John thing to do, now that I think about it," Anne said. Gilbert smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Did you enjoy the evening?"
"I did. I had missed all of this more than I ever realized," she confirmed, turning to kiss him quickly. "I think I'm going to head over and wash my face. It feels a bit yucky after all the cooking. Will you be long?"
"I was thinking about reading a bit in bed, if the light doesn't bother you? I know it's over one in the morning but my mind is in overdrive and the book Fred gave me looks perfectly boring. Perfect for sleeping."
"I don't mind. And you're a prat. You know you loved that book," she said, swatting him gently on the arm as she walked to the bathroom. She took off the flowy shirt she had been wearing and the jeans, and eyed critically at the… glorified swimsuit she was wearing under.
"I love it, and I'm excited about reading it, but I tell you, it's utterly boring," Gilbert called from the bedroom. Anne laughed, shaking her head as she closed the bathroom door. He went and sat on the edge of the bed, opening the book on the history of medicine Fred had been so right about him liking. He drank some more, leaving the book on the nightstand after reading a couple of paragraphs and took off the bowtie, tossing it over the book before sliding the suspenders and making circles with his head, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt.
**Anne S-C (1:38): You better be right about this, Cole. And I'm pretty sure I'm attempting this because you and Roy were so insistent with me getting into this thing this afternoon and there's no way for me to get out of it now. I see your evil plan now.
**Cole (1:40): We did have an evil plan. And it's called a teddy, that thing you're wearing. You look sexy as hell. So stop texting and go have sex.
And so she left her clothes folded neatly over the toilet and went to the room. Gilbert was seated on his bed, suspender already down as he moved his shoulders to relax them. She stood there for a moment, just watching how his hair was already needing a trim but how endearing was the way it was standing in every direction. She walked quietly and got on the bed, moving until she was just behind. She saw the muscles on his neck move as he smiled, and she kissed him softly on his nape, her hands massaging his shoulders.
"You're so tense, Gil," she commented as he hissed in pain. He was tense. There was Winifred sending crude messages for some reason and he now would have to tell Anne as a pre emptive move, something he was not looking forward to. At least Fred had the technological abilities to block her so he could be done with that business. He really had no interest in entertaining anything with her. He would talk to Anne, just in case. But not tonight. It may be late, but he just wanted to enjoy the rest of the evening only with her and not with everyone else as well.
"Just regular stuff, I guess," he said as she worked some knot out of his shoulder. He sighed, relaxing slightly, closing his eyes. He didn't want to look at her yet. He wanted to imagine she had that babydoll from the other day. The dark blue pajama had been so nice as well, but the way the dress hugged her breasts... "Thank you for everything, Anne-girl. It has been the best birthday in… forever, it would seem."
"It was kind of the idea. Fred shared how… sad little affairs were the past ones and that would not do," she said, her hands going down his arms as she moved forward to kiss his nape first, then trailing around the neck as she nibbled and felt him hitch.
His body was already so transparent to her, only to see him getting aroused seemed to do the trick for her and she felt as she got warm in her center. Well, if he was already aroused he would probably not dismiss the teddy. He had loved the babydoll and this was even nicer. She was just thinking about this when he turned his head, seeking her lips, his hands moving to her hips and bringing her over him, until she was sitting on his lap. His kiss tasting like the whiskey he had been having. He opened his eyes as he did so, his hands feeling skin and a foreign fabric. He blinked a couple of times, admiring her. What in the hell was she wearing? She looked at him.
"It's called a teddy, apparently," she provided, giggling, at his look of utter amazement and confusion. Cole was right! He did like it!
"When did you put this on?" he asked, his voice deeper, his finger trailing the edge of the fabric slowly, going down the deep plunge it had in the direction of her navel. She swallowed, a slight blush of excitement in her cheeks.
"I had it the whole evening," she whispered in his ear, way more confidently than she really felt. He looked at her again, surprised.
"You… wow, Carrots." He was speechless. He had been hoping wildly for the babydoll, because there really was no reason for him to expect a repeat performance from a few days before. But this? And without her looking embarrassed like the other day but as if she knew she was meant to wear this and look perfect?
Anne kissed him again, cupping his face with one hand as she balanced herself with the other to turn, move a leg and effectively straddle him. She then brought him closer, feeling more bold and confident by the minute. The obvious effect the lingerie had on Gilbert making her believe what he had been telling her all along about her body. And not just because of the lacy fabric.
Gilbert ran his fingers up and down her back, tracing the trails the straps made, already hard, as she tangled her hands in his head as she kissed him, first tasting his mouth and relishing on the invariable softness of his lips, and then trailing down to his chin ( his exquisite chin ) and to his jaw. He sighed shakily, the self-assurance she was exuding even more alluring than whatever she decided to wear. She stood back and looked at him, smiling.
"You are fascinating, Anne-girl," he murmured huskily, his pupils dilated as his eyes bored into hers. She was slowly unbuttoning the blue shirt, tugging it gently to get it out of his pants. He shrugged it off quickly and she proceeded to kiss and nibble his collarbone as her hands reached for his pants. He smelled so much like Gilbert , so perfect, so like home, she wanted just to live within him. She moved against him, conscious the base of the teddy was already wet, but the friction, the slickness, so delightful. Gilbert couldn't contain a groan as she did so, moaning slightly herself, his hands moving down to her buttocks, holding her close, his hips moving with hers.
"Lean back," she said softly as she pushed him slightly. He frowned a bit, curious, but he would do whatever Anne told him to almost every day. Especially in that moment. So he let go of her bum and leaned on the bed, his breath shaky in anticipation. What had Anne in mind? She got off him and, nudging him, he got the idea and moved further up the mattress. She finished opening his pants and pushed it down, his hips jerking at the idea of Anne undressing him . She pushed the boxers as well, leaving the clothes in a forgotten pile on the ground. He saw her bite her lip, as if undecided.
"Carrots, come here…" he prompted, because he really wanted to kiss her, but at the same time, was curious. That seemed to take her out of her mind and she looked at him.
Anne kissed him quickly and, before he could do anything, let him go. She had gotten an idea and decided to go for it, because she wanted this night to be all about him. The cherry on top of his birthday celebrations. If Gilbert hated it, or if it was horrible, he would probably say something or move her. If not, maybe it was indeed a good idea. She straddled him again, but upper in his body and facing his feet, causing him to inhale sharply. She didn't give him time to say anything when she already had him, his erection, as hard and silky as the last time, in her mouth.
"Goodness, Carrots!" he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, pleasure coming in waves as her tongue drew patterns in his erection, her hands at the base.
Gilbert opened his eyes, propping himself slightly in his elbows, seeing her bum so close, so nicely shaped, the mesh of the Teddy leaving nothing to the imagination. He tried to say something again but managed only to groan as her hands caressed him, pumped him, touched him. "Anne-girl…" he managed after a moment, again flush on his back, his hips moving as they seeked more of her warmth, his hands caressing her back, going slowly to her center as she moaned against him. This was getting too much, the pleasure too intense, feeling already on the edge but not quite coming. She smiled, understanding what he kept saying on how the whimpers and noises were the best indicator of her having a good time. She could tell as well, now.
Her center too close for him to ignore, he traced his fingers first over the fabric, a silky satin on the crotch, already so wet and slick. She moaned against him and he shivered at the feeling. Pushing the fabric to the side, he let two of his fingers trace circles against her, trying to focus on that and not on how her mouth felt against him. He wanted to come inside her tonight. He wanted Anne to scream his name in pleasure as he came inside her and would not have it any other way. So he diverted himself from what she was doing by pleasuring her, his fingers slipping inside her with no effort, feeling her welcoming folds.
As she changed the pattern ( she wanted him to come! It was his night! ) he knew there was no way for him to hold much longer. With his free hand he caressed her cheek and moved her off him as he continued to move his other fingers, her moans louder now, coming so close. She let go of his erection at his touch because, even if she wanted him to come in her, her jaw was frankly a bit tired by then. No one ever said anything about tired jaws while giving blow jobs.
"Come for me, you sweet girl," Gilbert mumbled, his pace intensifying.
"Gil I…" she tried. She still wanted this to be for him. "You… I…" He shook his head, taking advantage of the fact he knew full well she couldn't see him. Only her would think about him in a moment like this.
"I can finish later, Carrots. Come for me, Anne-girl," he insisted and Anne moaned, letting go.
"Gil… Gilb…" she moaned, her muscles tensing as she collapsed, contorting over him. Gilbert groaned, the image too much for him to handle, and he closed his eyes hard trying not to come himself just by watching her. When he felt she was regaining her breath, her pulse still so fast he could actually feel it, he took her hips into his hands and nudged her so she laid next to him. He propped himself up and moved over to face her, his erection still pulsating and almost hurting with need. "I wanted you to come," she mumbled, protesting.
"And I wanted you to come," he whispered in her ear, before nibbling her lobe. He then trailed kisses along her jaw until her other side, "I'd like to come in you."
"Then do," she said, turning her face to look at him in the eyes. He kissed her and straightened himself, admiring how Anne's hair was sprawled in the bed, contrasting sharply, even with the indirect warm light they had on, with the deep green of the teddy and her creamy skin.
"My goodness, Anne, you're so incredibly beautiful," he said softly, caressing her cheek slowly. He then smiled giddily. "And I get to peel this off you," he added, almost boyishly. Anne laughed and he moved his hands to slide the flimsy fabric off her shoulders, pulling it off so slowly, taking advantage of caressing and kissing her as every inch was discovered, she couldn't help but let out a moan that renewed the want he had of her.
Finally pulling it off her legs, she laid there, as bare as he was. He still couldn't believe he was with her. That she was willing to be with him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. Anne looked at him, curious but not apprehensive, and he went closer, leaning her feet on his shoulders as he guided his erection towards her entrance. Her wet folds. Slick, warm, inviting. He slid into her in a swift movement and she gasped at the feeling.
"Is this ok?"
"It is," she said, "Just different. Good different," she assured him, "Don't you dare stop," she added, and Gilbert groaned, feeling his erection pulse inside her. He started moving, his hands on her hips, her back flush against the mattress.
"You… so tight…" he murmured, "..so… Anne… Good," he said, his voice rough and raw as he thrusted in her, hearing her whimpers. He wanted her so much. He loved her so, so much. He couldn't even imagine loosing her over a stupid message Winifred had sent. The anxiety of the afternoon returned to him, making him thrust harder, deeper, trying to assert this was real, Anne was there, she was with him, he would sort everything in the morning and there was no need to freak. "Yes, this… Goodness, Anne…"
"Yes, Gil… Like that…" Anne said, the deep thrust building inside her. She moved her hand to her folds and bit her lip. Would this be too much? She really, really wanted but...
"Please…" Gilbert mouthed. "Do… touch" he pleaded amongst his thrusts, wanting to see how Anne pleasured herself, "Touch you…" he insisted as she was still hesitant, but the desire evident. She finally did, closing her eyes in pleasure as she moaned, him intensifying the thrusts, trying to go deeper, harder, her hand doing circles in her center, her moans loud, turning into cries as she came once more, even more intensely than before, her whole face contorting with pleasure, clenching her walls against him, squeezing him and making him come as well, "Anne… yes, yes, fuck… goodness, Anne," he rambled roughly, trying to keep his rhythm for a few more seconds. He finally stopped, her eyes opening, holding his gaze as they both fought to regain their breaths. He slid out gently, moving over to lay next to her, extending his arms and receiving her in a warm, sweaty, loving hug. "I love you so much, my darling girl. So, so much. Don't ever doubt it," he said softly against her ear.
Anne woke up the next morning with a mild headache, Gilbert's arms around her as he slept, holding her close, flush against his chest. Both still naked. They had somehow gone under the covers the night before and slept soundly. The sun was entering the room, already late in the morning, but there again, they had gone to sleep very late. Very tired, at that. She smiled, biting her lips as she remembered the previous night, the sole memory enough to make her tighten her legs, feeling a new wave of warmth. She knew he was still asleep by the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, but still nudged his groin slightly with her bum. He wouldn't complain, she knew that. His arms tightened around her.
"Morning, darling girl," he mumbled after a moment, his voice sleepy and raspy, his lips against her nape sending shivers down her spine. She didn't answer, but nudged him again, now feeling how he started to become hard. She wanted him. But she didn't want to move much, the headache making her feel as if everything was bright and bouncy and loud.
Gilbert trailed his hand down slowly to her center, finding it already so wet it surprised him, his morning erection getting instantaneously harder. He trailed circles around her center, his other hand guiding him to her center. Anne sighed as he slid in her, his hand going to massage her breast, pinching her nipple as she whimpered. Anne pushed against him and they started moving slowly, lazily, building up with no rush, Gilbert's mouth on her nape whispering sweet nothings against her ear, his hand teasing and building slowly.
It was the laziest of sex, probably, but it felt so right in the moment. The perfect way to start a day. The tiredness of the night before not allowing for much more. The desire for each other there, as well as the love and the warmth. They came easily, finding pleasure in each other's love, Anne feeling as content as she had ever felt, like nothing could turn out badly in a day that began with Gilbert gently making love to her.
They stayed in the same position after finishing, Gilbert not even bothering to get out of her, Anne drifting back to sleep, him still caressing her softly, admiring her curves and her freckles. He waited for as long as he could, but the need to pee eventually was too big. He moved, trying to do so without waking her, but she turned and looked at him sleepily.
"Hey, Gil," she whispered.
"Hey, Carrots," he said softly. "I really need to pee," he said, chuckling. "And to shower, if I'm being honest." Anne laughed.
"Go on then, don't let me hold you back," she replied, pushing him playfully. He got up laughing and disappeared to the bathroom. She heard the toilet a moment after, followed by the stream of the shower.
Gilbert got into the warm stream, washing away the sweat and the day as he thought how he could talk with Anne about Winifred. That he had to tell her everything was a given. Fred was right about that. The thing was how to do it in a way where he could portray that he hadn't kept her in the dark because he was entertaining talking with her again… But because he really didn't want her in their lives anymore and he knew how much the blonde woman affected Anne. He really hoped Fred was right and there was no way she was moving to Canada… It really couldn't be that easy for her, right? God, he hoped not.
He probably should have told Fred from the beginning to block her off if it was as easy as he had shown. Honestly, he should learn how to use everything, it was ridiculous he knew how to see inside a body, how to distinguish weird kinds of cells in a second and had no idea he could block someone on social media. It was appalling. At least all his accounts were private now (and void of Winifred). If he had known sooner... Then he wouldn't have felt compelled to reply out of courtesy.
Maybe Anne would be understanding about all this? Not about Winifred, because what that woman was thinking was beyond his comprehension, but about… How he had behaved? It really had been with the best of intentions, even if he felt stupid now. Hopefully she would be able to see that? With any luck? He'd tell her after breakfast, there was no point in spoiling food over Winifred but neither about making this any longer than it already was. Why hadn't he reacted more strongly? It wasn't that he hadn't done it before with other women… For years, even. And he knew it wasn't out of attraction to Winifred either, but… Ugh.
Laying back on her back, Anne sighed looking at the ceiling. September 12 and her life was almost perfect. If only the editorials would give some sort of answer to her and Kak'wet's draft, everything would be good. She might even think she could pull off this career in writing. They were looking for a house, trying for a baby, even Cole had moved to Ontario. Fred and Ella had become close friends and she felt her life finally had some root somewhere. She turned to look at Gilbert's nightstand as his phone started buzzing and she stretched her hand, taking it from where he had left it over the book Fred had gifted him, next to the glass with melted ice.
"Gilbert Blythe's phone, Anne speaking," she said, not even thinking about the long number that appeared on screen.
"Anne! So nice to hear from you! I haven't spoken to you in ages, darling," Winifred's voice made Anne feel a chill she had all but forgotten about and she sat abruptly on the bed. What the fuck?
"Winifred?" she said, tentatively. Maybe she had mistaken the voice? There was no way Gilbert was speaking with her, was it?
"Why, of course Anne-girl! How are you, lovely?" she answered, her tone as chirp and posh as it had ever been.
"I'm… fine?" Anne replied, her confusion growing by the second, her voice low and insecure.
"How nice! Listen, luv, is Gil around? We've been having this conversation about stem cells and I found a piece I know he'll love…" Winifred continued, as if this was the most inconsequential thing in the world. Almost like she was having her nails getting done as she spoke.
"Stem cells?" Anne stammered. He kept in touch with her? To talk about medical stuff? Since when? Why hadn't he said anything? He had said he had never spoken with her again, right? She stood up, walking half-way to the bathroom, then stopping. Gilbert was still in the shower. What was happening? What was this call?
"Well, yes, Anne-girl. We're doctors, of course, you know how we always helped each other studying," Winifred answered, her voice still chirp but slightly exasperated, like she was speaking to a three year old. "And I need to tell him about my travel plans, I know he's just expecting them, we're supposed to meet as soon as I get to Toronto."
"What?" Anne exclaimed, even more stunned. Winifred was moving to Toronto and Gilbert hadn't said anything? What the fuck was going on?
"Well, of course. I'm going to work with him… I'm pretty certain we will get everything back on track, as it was always supposed to be," Anne blinked, too stunned to speak and to even think. "Are you sure you speak with him, darling? This is important stuff he would surely tell some friend he has, after all is to prepare for my move to Toronto, he has a promising research career. Why do you even have his phone?"
"Why do I even…" Anne repeated, her voice quiet, her mind trying to process what was happening. And it suddenly clicked: Gilbert, getting back to Winifred. Her, moving to Canada. To do research. Keeping her in the dark. When was he going to tell her? When it was a sure thing? Why bother making any sort of plans with her, then? "What is supposed to get back on track?" she stammered, her voice unsure, almost high-pitched, her eyes glassy.
"Well, our relationship, obviously. It's meant to be. We're both intelligent, attractive people with the best chemistry. If you even speak to him I'm sure he has to have commented on the mind-blowing sex we used to have in that dingy forest back in your island. It was never a secret," Winifred scoffed. Anne felt as if air was kicked off her and struggled breathing for a second, her mouth open, but feeling a knot on her throat. What?! "Hasn't he told you? I mean, the way he used to go down on me has no parallel, luv. I only wish someone would give a fraction of that to you, little thing."
Anne felt her eyes well up. Was this... was this honestly happening? Had he done it on purpose? Getting her to lower her defenses just to get back to Winifred Rose? Or was it a plan he had with her? Her hand was shaking and she suddenly became aware of just how naked she was, standing in Gilbert's room. What kind of joke was this? Did they even talk about her? Did he laugh at how pliant she was? Did they get their kicks out of her? This was not like the Gilbert she had come to see in the past six months. She just needed to go. She couldn't stay there any more. Not with Gilbert Blythe talking with Winifred Rose and planning to go to England and work with her. Talking about stem cells- whatever the hell they were. She was not going to be toyed with.
"Anne? Are you there, darling? Please pass the phone to Gil, luv?" Winifred insisted, stopping Anne's train of thought suddenly. She went back to the bedroom and opened the door of the closet, digging for some underwear, a t-shirt and some jeans. A hoodie. Not from his. Her own forgotten hoodie on the back of the closet. She looked at the mesh of their clothes all together. Cole could come back for this if need be. A knot formed on her throat and she tried to breathe deeply, grounding herself as Patel had shown her how. Feeling her feet on the ground. "Anne-girl?"
"Don't fucking call me that," she answered coldly. She was going to leave, yes, but she was for once in her life going to give Winifred a piece of her mind. Even if it was the last thing she ever did about Gilbert. But she was taking the weight off her, whether they wanted or not. "Look, Winifred, you win. Both you and Gilbert. You've done it again. Is both your life's purposes is to mess with someone else's? Because you both did it before and you just did it again. Congrats, kuddos to you. I just can't believe how naive I was to believe Gilbert now. You must have taken your game up a notch all these years," she said, sarcasm evident on her voice.
Her voice was cold, shaky at first but the words flowing with increased fluidity and security, rising steadily. She didn't even notice the noise of the stream of the shower stopping as she dressed herself as she continued talking, not giving a second pause where Winifred could interrupt her.
"Just tell me this, how does it feel to be like that? To be so insecure you need to mess with someone else's mind to feel good about yourself? Have you both not found any other game? Do you need to get your kicks out of someone who already is insecure to begin with? Is it because it's easier? Well, here's some news for you. I have the most amazing network of friends. And even if both of you were so set to bury me again, I just went through that. For years on end. And I'm not letting it happen again. I will rise and I will accomplish every fucking dream I have and you will know that because it will haunt you on every single bookstore and magazine you read, Winifred!," she continued, her voice cold as she spat the words. She put on her second sock as Gilbert, clad in a towel, appeared on the door of the bedroom, looking bewildered at her and at the words she was saying. How on earth was she speaking with Winifred? Why? Why was she looking at him like that? "Oh look, your boyfriend finished showering," she said cinically, taking her cellphone from the nightstand. She walked over to where Gilbert was standing, frozen in place at what was unfolding in front of him, and pushed his phone against him. "Your Winnie is calling," she said in the sickest sweet tone she could muster, before adding "I'll send Cole for my stuff. Don't even try looking for me."
She walked to the entryway, grabbed her runners and was out the door before Gilbert could react. She heard him call her voice but she was not stopping. She went to get her bicycle, turning off her phone before he could even call her. She pedaled to Fred's after realizing there was no way she was going to manage to get to Toronto, the distance too great. She did it trying not to think of what had just happened. Or of earlier in the morning when everything had been so perfect. She blinked out tears and concentrated on the road as much as she could.
"Cordelia!" Fred greeted gladly, surprised, as he saw her. He was playing fetch with Bear in the front yard. Ella had gone up north early in the morning to visit her grandma after months of not seeing her. Anne stopped the bike and threw it carelessly, opening her arms to receive the huge dog that had gone running to greet her. "Anne, are you ok? What happened?" his voice turned quickly to concern.
Anne shook her head, the adrenaline wearing down suddenly. She buried her face in the dog's fur, trying to hide and to breathe and not to cry. Fred put his hand on her shoulder and she jerked, shaking badly, her arms around Bear, who was panting happily. She became increasingly aware of what she had just done. Gilbert. Winifred. Leaving the apartment. Them together. Again. Images of the forest, her legs wrapped around him as he pushed her into a tree. Winifred's eyes on hers.
She gasped for air, but there seemed to be none and she grew increasingly dizzy. What had Patel told her to do if this happened? She felt nausea crawl up as she tried to breathe, tingling becoming increasingly strong in her hands. Bear was replaced by Fred and she tried to focus on him, his hands on her shoulders, but it was just too hard and she was really, really nauseous. She shook her head, pushing him as cold sweat broke on her forehead and she moved over to throw up, Fred's hand holding her hair. She looked at the disgusting puddle, finally able to breathe more.
"Sweet girl, what happened?" Fred asked gently, helping her get up as tears welled in her eyes again. She shook her head, not wanting to speak, still feeling queasy. "Come, let's go inside. I need to give you something to eat, have you had breakfast?"
She shook her head slightly again, her hair sticking to her forehead, her hands clammy. Fred prepared some tea and toast as Anne was silently looking ahead, a lone tear escaping her eyes. She couldn't believe how stupid she had been. Believing Gilbert would actually love her. It was ridiculous, looking back. But he had seemed so… so open, and honest. How could she conciliate all of this? What was true?
"I knew this would happen," Fred mumbled in a voice so low Anne almost didn't pick up the words. But she didn't ask. He put a plate with toast smeared with peanut butter and jam in front of her.
"I need you to eat, Anne. Please. So you feel better," Fred said, sitting next to her. She nibbled at the toast, the bread sweet compared to her sourdough. "Do you want to talk about it?" she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Fred," she whispered after a while, feeling much better, the nausea going away as she ate. "I just feel stupid."