"Gil I need you to pay attention," Anne said as firmly as she could muster while sprawled on her parlor couch with Gilbert on top of her attacking her neck with his soft lips. He ignored her and brought his lips further down her neck and through the undone buttons at the top of her dress. She shivered involuntarily at the feelings coursing through her. He had ended up at her house nearly every evening after work. He had taken to sneaking in and out via the back ally and through the orchard as to not raise suspicion with her neighbors. Their evenings had been full of kissing and exploring this new physical relationship. She knew how easy it was to get caught up and she steeled herself to the sensations. She really needed to talk to him about their relationship status. The letter from Diana had started her thinking about how they hadn't defined anything. She pushed lightly on his shoulders, "Gilbert I'm serious. We need to talk."
Those words seemed to finally sink in and his head snapped up, worry setting into his bright hazel eyes. Recognizing his unease, she quickly added, "it's nothing bad. I just want to know where we stand." Relief flooded his face and he sat back a little.
"What do you mean by that Anne-girl?" She blushed, not wanting to admit just how eager she was for him to explain the depths of his feelings. She forged on anyway.
"Are we exclusive? Is this just lust? Do you want to be in a relationship with me? Are we going to tell our families?" She blurted our everything all at once and then looked to her lap in embarrassment.
Gilbert took her hand in his and spoke quietly, "please look at me Anne." She brought her eyes up to meet his reluctantly.
"This is absolutely exclusive. I do not want to see anyone else- I never have. I think we both know there is more here than just simple lust and I for one gladly seek a relationship with you that we can one day tell our families about." His voice was confident and unworried. She smiled in relief. "Oh Gil me too." He captured her lips then, the heat they were growing so familiar with taking over. When they finally broke for air, Anne had a concerning thought.
"If we tell our families, they are surely going to send someone to chaperone us for the rest of the summer. I don't know if I could handle Mrs. Lynde's thoughts on the matter," she expressed her worries to Gilbert. He looked thoughtful for a moment before giving her a serious glance.
"Anne, do you want a chaperone?"
"No," she answered immediately.
"Do you feel safe with me?"
"Gilbert I have never felt anything but safe with you, from the day you fished me out of lake." He smiled at the memory and took both her hands in his.
"I propose that we see where the summer takes us and explore this new part of our relationship without interference. We can tell our families when we go home before the new term starts if we still feel the same way." Anne smiled at the idea. It was perfect. They could have their freedom and independence this summer to explore each other and then have a happy surprise for their families when they returned home.
"Why Gilbert you really are the smartest boy I've ever met. That's a perfect plan," she gushed to him.
"You finally admit it," he said with a smug grin.
"Admit what?"
"That I'm smarter than you." Her eyes flashed as his words ignited her temper.
"Gilbert Blythe, you are insufferable! I said no such thing. Remind me..." her tirade was interrupted by his lips crashing down on hers. She melted into him, anger gone as her passion took over. Soon they were back where they started, sprawled on the couch and locked in a heated embrace.
Gilbert's hands lightly gripped her waist while her fingers dug deep into his chocolate curls. Soon his hands began to creep upward before one finally rested atop her breast. She ached for more contact than her dress layers allowed. She removed her hands from his hair just long enough to unbutton her dress further until the tops of her breasts and her corset were on full display. Gilbert wasted no time in dropping his lips down her neck and to the tops of her now visible breasts. It still wasn't enough for Anne but even her lust fueled mind knew not to go any further tonight.
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A few days later Anne was in front of the kitchen stove, stirring a pot of boiling potatoes to accompany the chicken she had baking. A few seconds later she her the click of the back door opening and turned to see Gilbert's smiling face as he made his way over to her. She abandoned her potato's in favor meeting Gilbert in the middle of the room with a fervent kiss. They had established a new routine for their evenings. She would cook dinner, Gilbert would come straight over after work and they would have dinner together before spending a good portion of the evenings wrapped up in each others arms before Gilbert would reluctantly return to his boarding house. Anne had begun to feel like they were testing the waters of what marriage would one day look like and she could not complain.
After a searing kiss, she returned to her spot by the stove.
"How was your day Gil?"
"Long. The receptionist was sick and I got stuck sitting at the front desk most of the day." He scowled like a child as he said it and she could help but hide a chuckle at the flash of young Gilbert. "How dare they!" She replied in mock horror. He rolled his eyes at her.
"That's not all. I was interrogated over breakfast by my landlady about where I am spending my time." Anne froze in alarm and turned to him in concern. He caught her look of panic. "Don't worry; I told her that I have a new research project I am completing in the evenings and weekends and that ended the conversation. I don't think she will question it." Anne breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that she wanted to hide her relationship with Gilbert but she wasn't ready for their little bubble to burst. So far they had been able to explore their feelings without any other interference or input. She didn't want that to change quite yet while she was still so unsure of everything. She also did not want to give up their alone time together this summer by telling anyone who would force a chaperone upon them. She wanted this summer to be just about them and to explore this new relationship thoroughly.
"Does it bother you that we are keeping this private?" She asked, momentarily self conscious. Gilbert gave her a smug grin, "no. I quite like having you all to myself." She smiled at him in relief. "Besides," he continued, "we've already decided we will tell people when we feel ready, likely the end of the summer. It's not like this is a forever secret so I'm not concerned at all." She sighed in relief at his answer and turned back to her potatoes.
They enjoyed their quiet dinner before retiring to the parlor as was their habit. It was not long before they were sprawled across the sofa in a heated embrace. As Gilbert ran his hands down her body, his lips moved off hers and he looked at her in confusion.
"Corsets are uncomfortable and I am accustomed to taking it off when I arrive home for the evening. I had been leaving it on when you would be visiting but I decided I didn't want to anymore," she answered his silent question. He still looked at her with trepidation and his hands remained still, clearly unsure if he was allowed to touch her without the whalebone barrier between them. "Maybe I also wanted to be able to actually feel your touch," she prompted with a soft smile. This finally sunk in and Gilbert moved all at once.
His lips crashed back down upon hers as one of his hands crept up her side toward her breast. When his large hand finally clamped around her breast, she groaned. She could feel him through the thin layer of her cotton blouse and her nipple hardened at the contact. He began to knead her breast lightly, testing her reaction. She arched up into his touch. He brought his other hand up so that he could fondle both at the same time and she could hardly stand the sensations. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
She reached between them and began unbuttoning her blouse. She needed to feel him on her skin. Once the buttons were undone, she pulled her blouse open and pushed his hand inside. He softly slipped his fingers under her chemise and brushed her peaked nipple. She shivered at his touch and let out a light moan. He kneaded her small breast while his knee slipped up between her legs and put pressure on her burning core. Even through her skirts, the pressure was intoxicating. After a few more kisses, Gilbert eased away from her.
"As much as I would love to stay right here, I really need to be getting back," he said gently. She signed, knowing he was right. They both rose and adjusted their ruffled clothing. Anne hastily buttoned up here blouse while Gilbert adjusted the sizable bulge in his pants. She walked him to the back door and they parted after one last searing kiss.
Anne quickly made her way to her little blue room, the ache still strong between her legs. She laid down on the bed and immediately thrust a hand down into her skirts and into her wet folds. After everything downstairs, it did not take long to work herself to a peak and she cried out Gilbert's name as she exploded with pleasure.
I'm back! I apologize for the delay- it has been a crazy few weeks. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy despite COVID-19.
Enjoy hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know your thoughts in the comments :)
