A/N: Doing a bit of a time jump here...not too far though, just a few months into Anne and Billy's relationship. Christmas break has finished, and our young couple is doing well. In this chapter, we will have Anne become acquainted with Gilbert's father, John. Enjoy!
"Wait up!" Anne heard Billy cry out as she was walking to school. She stopped and turned, smiling at her boyfriend. "Hey, Red!" he called her the nickname he knew she loathed. Anne scoffed at him and mumbled "jerk" but smirked as he grinned at her.
Diana huffed in annoyance, "If we don't start walking, we're going to be late, you two." Billy took Anne's hand in his then brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Diana walked ahead to give them some privacy.
"I had the best dream last night. It was pretty naughty, I must admit." He whispered to Anne causing her to blush.
"Billy Andrews, you are incorrigible!" she admonished. "You should not speak like that. What if Diana heard you?" It had been months since their rules were set by Marilla and Mrs. Andrews, and the young couple was finding it hard to follow. They snuck off on weekends under the guise of going over their friends houses, but instead meeting at the fort he'd found her in that night she'd run away.
Billy lay his head in Anne's lap while she read from Jane Eyre. "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you–especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly." Billy looked up and smiled.
"That's how I feel, you know? I feel how Mr. Rochester feels about Jane with you. That pull?" Anne's breath hitched as the words fell from Billy's mouth.
"Billy, that's beautiful, truly. I think I'm starting to feel it too." Anne admitted to herself as much as him. He sat up and pulled her into his lap, kissing her heatedly. They stopped for air and were breathing heavily.
Billy felt himself about to lose control, so he excused himself to go outside and cool off. Anne laid back with a huff. Sometimes she wished they were older. Times like these, where she wished she could do more for Billy. Her heart was beating fast, so she tried taking calming breaths to slow it back down.
Billy came back in. He saw her laying down and the thoughts coming into his head made him start getting worked up again. "Umm, Anne? I think I should go. The feelings that I am having, well, I am really trying to be good here." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck ashamedly.
Anne sat up on her knees, "Come here." she said reaching out to him. He kneeled down in front of her. "I love you," she cupped his cheek and leaned up kissing him softly on his lips. It was her first time uttering the phrase out loud. Billy smiled into her kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she moaned as he began to trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck. "Billy, what are you doing to me?" Anne could feel herself becoming aroused by his ministrations.
Billy couldn't help himself. As he began to grind against her, he reached between them and began to trail his hand to cup her sex. Anne moaned his name as he tested her by rubbing her. He could feel himself growing harder and gasped when he felt Anne touch his erection through his pants. "Billy, this feels good but we should stop." He leaned his forehead against hers and took a shuddering breath.
"I know. Why can't we be older?" he chuckled lightly. "Let me walk you to Diana's." They righted their clothes and hair, and began the trek back.
Anne blushed and smiled at the memory which caught Billy's attention. "What are you thinking about? he said smiling down at her. She leaned closer and told him which then caused him to blush as well. Diana turned and just shook her head at the duo.
When they arrived at school, it was announced by Mr. Phillips that Gilbert Blythe would be out for an extended period of time. "Anne Shirley, you will be tasked with bringing Gilbert his schoolwork every day." he stated with a sneer.
"Why me?" she asked offended that she was not asked instead of just being forced.
"Excuse me? It is because of your insolence that you are being tasked with this. Maybe if you showed me more respect, I wouldn't be forced to give you extra responsibilities. No more from you or I will be forced to keep you in for lunch and do lines for me. Now, sit down and start reading Chapter 12 of your reader!" Mr. Phillips sat at his desk with a growl.
Anne looked over and saw Billy scowling at their teacher. She began to read and could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She hadn't spoken to Gilbert since he admitted he would never give up on earning her favor. He would stare at her, smile at her, and sit close at lunch, but never speak to her. It was unnerving at times.
At lunch, Billy pulled Anne off to the side of the schoolhouse. "I can't believe him. Making you lug all of Blythe's crap to him every day! I could slug him!" Billy was fit to be tied. "And why does he get to home school? What makes him so important?"
Anne tried to calm him, "Billy, you know Mr. Blythe has been ill. Maybe he's gotten worse. Besides, if you think about it, this means we can walk together longer. I would need to walk past your farm in order to get to the Blythe Farm." At this, he instantly calmed down and instead smiled widely.
"My smart, beautiful girlfriend! You're right!" Billy looked around and, seeing nobody, picked Anne up and kissed her soundly on the mouth. Placing her back down, he pulled away. "Sorry about that. I got a bit excited." Anne smiled at him, shaking her head.
"I love you, Anne. Be safe on your walk to the Blythe's." A reluctant Billy Andrews watched as Anne walked further away.
Anne clutched Gilbert's schoolwork close to her chest as she fought against the cold winter air. She made it safely to the Blythe Farm, finding herself on their front porch. With a sigh, she began to knock at the front door. When nobody answered, she knocked again, louder this time. The door opened and an older man with a cane answered. "Oh, umm, hello! You must be Gilbert's father. I'm Anne, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She smiled brightly and held her hand out to the man.
"Ahh, the famous Anne. Come in from the cold child. And, please, call me John." Anne entered the house and instantly felt at ease. The home was warm and inviting. She followed John Blythe enter the front sitting room. "Gilbert ran out to the barn for more firewood. He should be back any moment." As if on cue, the back door was heard opening and closing.
"Dad! I'm back!" She could hear him stomping the dirt off his boots then his voice getting closer as he spoke smd walked to the sitting room the occupied. "The stew is just about finished and Mrs. Crenshaw brought over some crusty bread so, oh, Anne! What are you doing here?" The boys face morphed from happy to confused in mere seconds.
"Mr. Phillips chose me to bring you your school work daily. It's here." Anne stood up and handed him the bundle of work. She felt her face become hot as his fingers touched hers and he thanked her.
"Thank you, Anne. Would you like to stay fir dinner?" Gilbert offered.
"Oh, no, but thank you. I do need to get back to Green Gables. We'll miss you at school, but I shall be back every day to drop off the work." She looked over at his father, "It was very nice meeting you, John." His smile warmed her heart. "Same to you, Miss Anne. Give my regards to Miss Cuthbert please." He smiled and Anne nodded then headed to the front door.
Gilbert followed her out. "Anne, thanks again. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Maybe you could stay for dinner Wednesday? I was thinking of making a roast chicken dinner. Ask Miss Cuthbert if it would be possible. I'd love to have someone to talk to." He winked then leaned in kissing her cheek. Anne walked back home, brushing her fingers against the spot on her cheek that Gilbert kissed her. She thought about dark brown eyes and wavy brown hair as she tried to find sleep that night. "Oh, I am in so much trouble." she thought to herself just as sleep overcame her.