"All The Right Moves"
Title: All The Right Moves
Author: vampirelissy14
Fandom: The Tudors
Pairing: Thomas Cromwell/Anne Boleyn
Rating: Light R
Spoilers: Season 2-Episode 7, veers AU.
Summary: Thomas falls under Anne's spell.
All The Right Moves
Although there were plenty of distractions around to catch Thomas Cromwell’s eye, for some reason he could not tear his gaze away from Anne Boleyn. He knew that to admire his Queen in such a way, even from afar, was risky, but he simply could not help it when she managed to look so radiant.
She was dressed in a resplendent gown made of fine gold silk, which was combined with elegant jewelry and an elaborate headpiece that probably would have looked ridiculous on any other woman, but suited Anne perfectly. She looked every inch the Queen and she was well aware of it, the proud smile on her lovely face making her appear even more beautiful than she already was.
As she strode regally through the gardens, Thomas followed Anne with his gaze, his lips quirking into a slight smile when he realized just how happy she was on this day. He couldn’t blame her: with Catherine’s death, no one could question her title or her daughter Elizabeth’s legitimacy; Anne had every right to be in a delightful mood.
He watched as she laughed and smiled, and then, much to his amusement, she actually began to twirl.
A girlish giggle emerged as she spun around, faster and faster, her dress swirling around her legs.
Thomas was certain he’d never seen anything quite as lovely as Anne in that moment.
After a while, she stopped to catch her breath, and he had to bite back a chuckle when she swayed slightly in an attempt to regain her balance.
Choosing that moment to finally approach her, Thomas offered Anne his arm. “If I might be of assistance, my lady…”
She gratefully took his arm and managed to steady herself. “Thank you, Master Cromwell.”
“You’re welcome,” there was warmth in his tone and she looked over to see that he was actually smiling.
“Well, that’s unexpected…the Master Secretary is smiling for once. Do you find me amusing, Master Cromwell?” she teased.
He shook his head. “I am just glad to see you in such good humor, Majesty.”
“Well…I’m happy,” she grinned and began to let go of the Chancellor’s arm, only to realize she was not quite recovered yet and stumble again.
“Careful!” Thomas reacted on instinct, catching Anne and pulling her up, close to him.
It caused their faces to be only inches from one another, and Anne suddenly found herself staring into a pair of brilliant blue eyes…eyes that she quickly became lost within.
She had never taken notice of just how handsome Thomas actually was until that moment. Unbidden, her gaze ran over his angular features, lingering on the elegant curve of his lips.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he gently set her back on her feet, but he made no move to completely let go of her, which Anne, admittedly, didn’t mind one bit.
“Thank you again…Master Secretary,” She mumbled, unable to resist leaning in just a little.
“Majesty,” he bowed his head respectfully, finally pulling away and letting her stand on her own, even though it took every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to just grab her and kiss her right there.
She was about to suggest that they walk for a while longer, when suddenly her attention was distracted by a girlish giggle and she glanced over at just the wrong moment; her eyes falling upon her husband Henry flirting openly with the Lady Jane Seymour.
Instantly it was as if all the joy Anne possessed had been forcibly sucked out of her, as a crestfallen expression crossed her lovely features. She looked almost as though her heart had been torn out of her chest.
It broke Thomas’s heart just to look at her
“Excuse me,” Anne’s voice was barely more than a whisper, and before he could even muster a word, she took off, running towards the innermost gardens.
Thomas wasted little time in rushing after her.
The gardens of Hampton Palace were vast, and offered plenty of hiding spaces, but it didn’t take Thomas very long to find Anne.
The lovely Queen was sitting on a bench close to a sprawling apple tree, her head bowed and shoulders hunched while she sobbed, looking nothing like the proud woman she had been earlier that day.
Slowly, Thomas drew near, not wishing to startle her, but before he could announce his presence, Anne looked up and saw him standing there.
She blinked at him for a moment before hastily wiping away her tears. “You must think me a fool…”
“Now why on earth would I think that?” Thomas replied, sitting next to her.
“Because that’s what I am,” she mumbled.
Thomas shook his head, wrapping his arm around Anne’s shoulders and squeezing her close. “You are no fool, milady. The King is…for treating you this way.”
She instinctively leaned into his warmth, resting her head upon his shoulder as she sighed heavily. “I should have seen it coming, at least…we both know how fickle Henry’s attentions can be.”
“Fickle feelings or not…there is no excuse for the way Henry is treating you,” There was venom in the normally calm Master Secretary’s words, which made Anne look up at him in surprise.
“He’s the King, Thomas…”
“And that isn’t an excuse either,” Thomas looked her in the eyes, and the emotion there nearly took her breath away. Then he stole it altogether when he reached out and gently wiped away what tears remained on her face. “Anne…you deserve nothing but happiness…”
“You mean that?” the words came out in a hushed whisper, which made Thomas smile slightly before cupping her chin.
“Every word…” and then he leaned in to prove it with a kiss.
There really wasn’t a word to describe Thomas’s kiss other than perfection. His lips were soft and sweet against hers as he gently weaved his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck in order to tug her closer, deepening the embrace just enough to let his true feelings for her be known.
She all but melted, grasping at the sleeves of his cloak as she pressed more tightly against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his curled around her waist when the kiss became infinitely more passionate…and not likely to end any time soon.
They continued to explore their feelings, nipping and teasing at one another’s mouths playfully until, reluctantly, Thomas pulled away in order to let her breathe.
“You have no idea how long I’ve actually wanted to do that,” he muttered, resting his forehead against hers and sighing, content, when she nuzzled at him affectionately.
“Oh?” Anne’s lips curved into a smile. “Just how long have you? And what made you finally take the risk?”
He chuckled. “Since we met…and because we’re far away enough so the King won’t see me and have me executed on sight.”
She had to laugh at this. “Yes…it’d be a shame to have such a handsome head removed from such lovely shoulders,” she traced lightly over the line of his jaw with her pointer finger and he shivered pleasantly at the sensation.
“Temptress.”
“I try,” her eyes flashed at him and he lunged, threading his fingers into her hair and dragged her into another kiss, one far more ardent than the last.
They embraced slowly for several moments before he pushed her back gently. “Come…there’s something I wish to show you.” He took her hand and pulled her up from the bench.
Anne grinned. “A surprise! I like surprises…”
He laughed softly. “I can tell.”
For a while, they simply walked, talking softly and enjoying each other’s company, until they finally reached the spot that Thomas wished to show her.
A delighted gasp escaped Anne once she stepped inside. “Oh…Thomas, this is paradise!”
He smiled at her reaction. “I like to think so…”
The area they were in looked as though it had been forgotten by time: everything was green and lush and growing: grass and wildflowers covering the ground while a lake filled with clear blue water lay ahead. The meadow itself was protected by a grove of trees that hid it away.
“How did you find this place?” Anne asked, looking around curiously.
“While I was out exploring…I had no idea where the path outside of the gardens lead so I followed it. I come here all the time now. No one knows it’s here and it gives me the peace and quiet I sometimes need when life gets too…hectic,” he explained, removing the fur cloak he was wearing as the heat of the day began to increase. “I come here to think.”
“So it’s special to you, then?” Anne looked over her shoulder at him.
Thomas nodded. “It is…which is why I wanted to share it with you. I figured, sometimes…you needed a place to get away from everything.”
Her heart melted. “Thomas…” she crossed over to him and pressed her lips tenderly to his. “Thank you. It means a lot to me that you’re willing to share it.”
Thomas returned the kiss eagerly, causing Anne to giggle and drape her arms over his shoulders as it deepened for a moment. “I’m glad you like it…”
“Mmm…” she leaned back, nuzzling her nose to his, before glancing at the lake and smiling impishly. “That water looks very refreshing…I think I shall go and enjoy it…”
“In that gown?” he arched an eyebrow. “It’s far too fine to ruin by getting it wet.”
“Are you trying to get me out of my clothes, Master Secretary?” she teased, nipping at his lips before taking hold of the buttons on his jacket and beginning to undo them, one by one. “That’s quite forward of you…”
“Says the woman who’s trying to undress me,” Thomas muttered, though his eyes glinted playfully and he immediately reached for the laces to her gown. “But since you’re so insistent on going in that water…”
Anne giggled, pulling him forward for another kiss as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in the light, white linen shirt he wore underneath.
He managed to unlace the back of her gown before sliding it down, off her shoulders, the silk quickly pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it, now solely in her corset and shift.
She let out a surprised squeal against his mouth when he abruptly scooped her into his arms and began carrying her into the water. “Thomas! Put me down!”
“Not a chance…” he laughed: a rich, pleasant rumble that made Anne shiver slightly and wrap her arms around his neck despite herself.
“Don’t make me order you, Thomas Cromwell,” she mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder.
“Seeing as how we’re not technically supposed to be out here…I don’t see how you can order me to do anything Anne Boleyn,” he smirked, before brushing his lips against her forehead.
She closed her eyes and sighed, reveling in the touch of his lips against her skin. “I’m still your Queen. Therefore, I have power over you whether you like it or not.”
“Hmm…that’s true,” he nuzzled at her hair. “That you’re my Queen.”
She shifted in order to look up at him, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the pure love in his gaze. She hadn’t seen that kind of emotion in quite some time. “Thomas…”
“Anne,” he stroked lightly over her cheek before leaning in and kissing her tenderly, which made the Queen curl closer by instinct.
She pulled back, breathing heavily and staring up at him with dazed eyes. “Will you please put me down now?”
He arched an eyebrow. “If my Queen insists…”
And before she could say more, he abruptly dropped her in the water.
Anne surfaced, soaking wet, shivering, and glaring at the man who was clearly enjoying this just a little too much. “That was not what I meant!”
“You said you wanted to enjoy the water,” Thomas teased, which only served to make Anne glare more before she rose, placing her hands on her hips.
“Oh I think you could do with a little refresher yourself, Master Cromwell…”
He was too busy staring at a dripping wet Anne in clinging, nearly transparent undergarments to quite catch the meaning of her words and wasn’t expecting it when she suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back into the water with her.
The momentary shock he felt at this surprise action melted away, however, when Anne, still holding on to him, gripped at his collar and tugged him into a passionate kiss under the water.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they embraced tenderly until they had to pull back and resurface in order to breathe.
“I suppose that teaches me to mess with you,” Thomas managed, slicking his hair back while Anne just grinned and splashed at him playfully.
“Yes, I am not to be underestimated,” she giggled.
“Clearly,” he chuckled, splashing back.
“I hope this means you learned your lesson,” she arched an eyebrow, a seductive smirk crossing her lips as she swam close and draped her arms over his shoulders.
“Hmm…” he tilted his head in thought, before those large blue eyes met hers and sparkled invitingly at her. “I’m not certain…perhaps you need to test me a little more.”
She mumbled something incoherently before dragging him forward, into another fervent kiss, one that he gladly returned, lifting her into his arms as the embrace deepened and the heat between them began to rise.
Anne tugged back to catch her breath, taking the opportunity to rake her eyes appreciatively over him. Thanks to their impromptu swim, his shirt was now soaked through and offered little to the imagination about the leanly muscled build he normally hid under layers of clothing. The fabric clung in just the right way to the definition of his chest, stomach, and arms, and that alone was enough to make her desire for him spark further.
He was about to suggest that they head back to the shore and dry off, but before he could say a word, Anne lunged, nearly knocking him back into the water as she kissed him fiercely.
All it took was an arch of her hips for his lust to spiral, and then he was hoisting her into his arms, carrying her back to the shore. Her legs wrapped around his waist for balance, and she started to tug insistently at his shirt, delighted when he pulled back enough to allow her to lift it over his head.
Somehow they made it back to dry land, clothing making a steady pile on the ground until they were both naked, and then Thomas was lowering Anne reverently against the wildflowers before settling against her, his fingers lacing with hers as they took a moment to breathe.
He simply gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes taking in the sight of her lying there beneath him, her hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo.
She gazed right back, her lips curving into a smile. “You’re staring…”
“You’re beautiful,” he replied, before dipping his head down and claiming her lips in a sweet, romantic kiss, and then there was little talking at all as passion took over and they focused completely on one another.
“Well…this certainly wasn’t how I was expecting to spend my afternoon,” Anne murmured, hours later. Even though she and Thomas had stopped making love long enough to recuperate, she found it impossible to stop touching him, and was making no move to refrain from doing so. It was also difficult to take her eyes off of him when he made such a beautiful picture to her: chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he attempted to regain it, propped up on one elbow. Unable to resist, she reached out and began tracing invisible figures over his bare skin, snuggling closer. He quickly caught her hand, stilling her movement and making her grin when he glanced over at her, his eyes flashing.
“Stop that…”
“You’ll have to make me,” she returned, smirking and crawling halfway on top of him.
“You’re incorrigible,” he bit back a pleased hiss when she pressed close, his arms draping over her waist to keep her where she was.
Anne arched an eyebrow. “Am I now?”
He chuckled, one hand stroking slowly over her back. “Yes.”
“Well, why do I get the feeling…” she lowered her head, lips brushing over his. “That you like that about me?”
“Because I do…” He grinned before tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her into a passion-laced kiss.
A swift movement on his part and she was once again pinned beneath him, the two of them embracing heatedly from several moments before Thomas pulled back and nuzzled gently at Anne. “In fact…there are many things I love about you, Anne Boleyn.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she pulled him into yet another kiss to let him know just how much his words meant to her.
The End
Author: vampirelissy14
Fandom: The Tudors
Pairing: Thomas Cromwell/Anne Boleyn
Rating: Light R
Spoilers: Season 2-Episode 7, veers AU.
Summary: Thomas falls under Anne's spell.
All The Right Moves
Although there were plenty of distractions around to catch Thomas Cromwell’s eye, for some reason he could not tear his gaze away from Anne Boleyn. He knew that to admire his Queen in such a way, even from afar, was risky, but he simply could not help it when she managed to look so radiant.
She was dressed in a resplendent gown made of fine gold silk, which was combined with elegant jewelry and an elaborate headpiece that probably would have looked ridiculous on any other woman, but suited Anne perfectly. She looked every inch the Queen and she was well aware of it, the proud smile on her lovely face making her appear even more beautiful than she already was.
As she strode regally through the gardens, Thomas followed Anne with his gaze, his lips quirking into a slight smile when he realized just how happy she was on this day. He couldn’t blame her: with Catherine’s death, no one could question her title or her daughter Elizabeth’s legitimacy; Anne had every right to be in a delightful mood.
He watched as she laughed and smiled, and then, much to his amusement, she actually began to twirl.
A girlish giggle emerged as she spun around, faster and faster, her dress swirling around her legs.
Thomas was certain he’d never seen anything quite as lovely as Anne in that moment.
After a while, she stopped to catch her breath, and he had to bite back a chuckle when she swayed slightly in an attempt to regain her balance.
Choosing that moment to finally approach her, Thomas offered Anne his arm. “If I might be of assistance, my lady…”
She gratefully took his arm and managed to steady herself. “Thank you, Master Cromwell.”
“You’re welcome,” there was warmth in his tone and she looked over to see that he was actually smiling.
“Well, that’s unexpected…the Master Secretary is smiling for once. Do you find me amusing, Master Cromwell?” she teased.
He shook his head. “I am just glad to see you in such good humor, Majesty.”
“Well…I’m happy,” she grinned and began to let go of the Chancellor’s arm, only to realize she was not quite recovered yet and stumble again.
“Careful!” Thomas reacted on instinct, catching Anne and pulling her up, close to him.
It caused their faces to be only inches from one another, and Anne suddenly found herself staring into a pair of brilliant blue eyes…eyes that she quickly became lost within.
She had never taken notice of just how handsome Thomas actually was until that moment. Unbidden, her gaze ran over his angular features, lingering on the elegant curve of his lips.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he gently set her back on her feet, but he made no move to completely let go of her, which Anne, admittedly, didn’t mind one bit.
“Thank you again…Master Secretary,” She mumbled, unable to resist leaning in just a little.
“Majesty,” he bowed his head respectfully, finally pulling away and letting her stand on her own, even though it took every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to just grab her and kiss her right there.
She was about to suggest that they walk for a while longer, when suddenly her attention was distracted by a girlish giggle and she glanced over at just the wrong moment; her eyes falling upon her husband Henry flirting openly with the Lady Jane Seymour.
Instantly it was as if all the joy Anne possessed had been forcibly sucked out of her, as a crestfallen expression crossed her lovely features. She looked almost as though her heart had been torn out of her chest.
It broke Thomas’s heart just to look at her
“Excuse me,” Anne’s voice was barely more than a whisper, and before he could even muster a word, she took off, running towards the innermost gardens.
Thomas wasted little time in rushing after her.
The gardens of Hampton Palace were vast, and offered plenty of hiding spaces, but it didn’t take Thomas very long to find Anne.
The lovely Queen was sitting on a bench close to a sprawling apple tree, her head bowed and shoulders hunched while she sobbed, looking nothing like the proud woman she had been earlier that day.
Slowly, Thomas drew near, not wishing to startle her, but before he could announce his presence, Anne looked up and saw him standing there.
She blinked at him for a moment before hastily wiping away her tears. “You must think me a fool…”
“Now why on earth would I think that?” Thomas replied, sitting next to her.
“Because that’s what I am,” she mumbled.
Thomas shook his head, wrapping his arm around Anne’s shoulders and squeezing her close. “You are no fool, milady. The King is…for treating you this way.”
She instinctively leaned into his warmth, resting her head upon his shoulder as she sighed heavily. “I should have seen it coming, at least…we both know how fickle Henry’s attentions can be.”
“Fickle feelings or not…there is no excuse for the way Henry is treating you,” There was venom in the normally calm Master Secretary’s words, which made Anne look up at him in surprise.
“He’s the King, Thomas…”
“And that isn’t an excuse either,” Thomas looked her in the eyes, and the emotion there nearly took her breath away. Then he stole it altogether when he reached out and gently wiped away what tears remained on her face. “Anne…you deserve nothing but happiness…”
“You mean that?” the words came out in a hushed whisper, which made Thomas smile slightly before cupping her chin.
“Every word…” and then he leaned in to prove it with a kiss.
There really wasn’t a word to describe Thomas’s kiss other than perfection. His lips were soft and sweet against hers as he gently weaved his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck in order to tug her closer, deepening the embrace just enough to let his true feelings for her be known.
She all but melted, grasping at the sleeves of his cloak as she pressed more tightly against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his curled around her waist when the kiss became infinitely more passionate…and not likely to end any time soon.
They continued to explore their feelings, nipping and teasing at one another’s mouths playfully until, reluctantly, Thomas pulled away in order to let her breathe.
“You have no idea how long I’ve actually wanted to do that,” he muttered, resting his forehead against hers and sighing, content, when she nuzzled at him affectionately.
“Oh?” Anne’s lips curved into a smile. “Just how long have you? And what made you finally take the risk?”
He chuckled. “Since we met…and because we’re far away enough so the King won’t see me and have me executed on sight.”
She had to laugh at this. “Yes…it’d be a shame to have such a handsome head removed from such lovely shoulders,” she traced lightly over the line of his jaw with her pointer finger and he shivered pleasantly at the sensation.
“Temptress.”
“I try,” her eyes flashed at him and he lunged, threading his fingers into her hair and dragged her into another kiss, one far more ardent than the last.
They embraced slowly for several moments before he pushed her back gently. “Come…there’s something I wish to show you.” He took her hand and pulled her up from the bench.
Anne grinned. “A surprise! I like surprises…”
He laughed softly. “I can tell.”
For a while, they simply walked, talking softly and enjoying each other’s company, until they finally reached the spot that Thomas wished to show her.
A delighted gasp escaped Anne once she stepped inside. “Oh…Thomas, this is paradise!”
He smiled at her reaction. “I like to think so…”
The area they were in looked as though it had been forgotten by time: everything was green and lush and growing: grass and wildflowers covering the ground while a lake filled with clear blue water lay ahead. The meadow itself was protected by a grove of trees that hid it away.
“How did you find this place?” Anne asked, looking around curiously.
“While I was out exploring…I had no idea where the path outside of the gardens lead so I followed it. I come here all the time now. No one knows it’s here and it gives me the peace and quiet I sometimes need when life gets too…hectic,” he explained, removing the fur cloak he was wearing as the heat of the day began to increase. “I come here to think.”
“So it’s special to you, then?” Anne looked over her shoulder at him.
Thomas nodded. “It is…which is why I wanted to share it with you. I figured, sometimes…you needed a place to get away from everything.”
Her heart melted. “Thomas…” she crossed over to him and pressed her lips tenderly to his. “Thank you. It means a lot to me that you’re willing to share it.”
Thomas returned the kiss eagerly, causing Anne to giggle and drape her arms over his shoulders as it deepened for a moment. “I’m glad you like it…”
“Mmm…” she leaned back, nuzzling her nose to his, before glancing at the lake and smiling impishly. “That water looks very refreshing…I think I shall go and enjoy it…”
“In that gown?” he arched an eyebrow. “It’s far too fine to ruin by getting it wet.”
“Are you trying to get me out of my clothes, Master Secretary?” she teased, nipping at his lips before taking hold of the buttons on his jacket and beginning to undo them, one by one. “That’s quite forward of you…”
“Says the woman who’s trying to undress me,” Thomas muttered, though his eyes glinted playfully and he immediately reached for the laces to her gown. “But since you’re so insistent on going in that water…”
Anne giggled, pulling him forward for another kiss as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in the light, white linen shirt he wore underneath.
He managed to unlace the back of her gown before sliding it down, off her shoulders, the silk quickly pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it, now solely in her corset and shift.
She let out a surprised squeal against his mouth when he abruptly scooped her into his arms and began carrying her into the water. “Thomas! Put me down!”
“Not a chance…” he laughed: a rich, pleasant rumble that made Anne shiver slightly and wrap her arms around his neck despite herself.
“Don’t make me order you, Thomas Cromwell,” she mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder.
“Seeing as how we’re not technically supposed to be out here…I don’t see how you can order me to do anything Anne Boleyn,” he smirked, before brushing his lips against her forehead.
She closed her eyes and sighed, reveling in the touch of his lips against her skin. “I’m still your Queen. Therefore, I have power over you whether you like it or not.”
“Hmm…that’s true,” he nuzzled at her hair. “That you’re my Queen.”
She shifted in order to look up at him, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the pure love in his gaze. She hadn’t seen that kind of emotion in quite some time. “Thomas…”
“Anne,” he stroked lightly over her cheek before leaning in and kissing her tenderly, which made the Queen curl closer by instinct.
She pulled back, breathing heavily and staring up at him with dazed eyes. “Will you please put me down now?”
He arched an eyebrow. “If my Queen insists…”
And before she could say more, he abruptly dropped her in the water.
Anne surfaced, soaking wet, shivering, and glaring at the man who was clearly enjoying this just a little too much. “That was not what I meant!”
“You said you wanted to enjoy the water,” Thomas teased, which only served to make Anne glare more before she rose, placing her hands on her hips.
“Oh I think you could do with a little refresher yourself, Master Cromwell…”
He was too busy staring at a dripping wet Anne in clinging, nearly transparent undergarments to quite catch the meaning of her words and wasn’t expecting it when she suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back into the water with her.
The momentary shock he felt at this surprise action melted away, however, when Anne, still holding on to him, gripped at his collar and tugged him into a passionate kiss under the water.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they embraced tenderly until they had to pull back and resurface in order to breathe.
“I suppose that teaches me to mess with you,” Thomas managed, slicking his hair back while Anne just grinned and splashed at him playfully.
“Yes, I am not to be underestimated,” she giggled.
“Clearly,” he chuckled, splashing back.
“I hope this means you learned your lesson,” she arched an eyebrow, a seductive smirk crossing her lips as she swam close and draped her arms over his shoulders.
“Hmm…” he tilted his head in thought, before those large blue eyes met hers and sparkled invitingly at her. “I’m not certain…perhaps you need to test me a little more.”
She mumbled something incoherently before dragging him forward, into another fervent kiss, one that he gladly returned, lifting her into his arms as the embrace deepened and the heat between them began to rise.
Anne tugged back to catch her breath, taking the opportunity to rake her eyes appreciatively over him. Thanks to their impromptu swim, his shirt was now soaked through and offered little to the imagination about the leanly muscled build he normally hid under layers of clothing. The fabric clung in just the right way to the definition of his chest, stomach, and arms, and that alone was enough to make her desire for him spark further.
He was about to suggest that they head back to the shore and dry off, but before he could say a word, Anne lunged, nearly knocking him back into the water as she kissed him fiercely.
All it took was an arch of her hips for his lust to spiral, and then he was hoisting her into his arms, carrying her back to the shore. Her legs wrapped around his waist for balance, and she started to tug insistently at his shirt, delighted when he pulled back enough to allow her to lift it over his head.
Somehow they made it back to dry land, clothing making a steady pile on the ground until they were both naked, and then Thomas was lowering Anne reverently against the wildflowers before settling against her, his fingers lacing with hers as they took a moment to breathe.
He simply gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes taking in the sight of her lying there beneath him, her hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo.
She gazed right back, her lips curving into a smile. “You’re staring…”
“You’re beautiful,” he replied, before dipping his head down and claiming her lips in a sweet, romantic kiss, and then there was little talking at all as passion took over and they focused completely on one another.
“Well…this certainly wasn’t how I was expecting to spend my afternoon,” Anne murmured, hours later. Even though she and Thomas had stopped making love long enough to recuperate, she found it impossible to stop touching him, and was making no move to refrain from doing so. It was also difficult to take her eyes off of him when he made such a beautiful picture to her: chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he attempted to regain it, propped up on one elbow. Unable to resist, she reached out and began tracing invisible figures over his bare skin, snuggling closer. He quickly caught her hand, stilling her movement and making her grin when he glanced over at her, his eyes flashing.
“Stop that…”
“You’ll have to make me,” she returned, smirking and crawling halfway on top of him.
“You’re incorrigible,” he bit back a pleased hiss when she pressed close, his arms draping over her waist to keep her where she was.
Anne arched an eyebrow. “Am I now?”
He chuckled, one hand stroking slowly over her back. “Yes.”
“Well, why do I get the feeling…” she lowered her head, lips brushing over his. “That you like that about me?”
“Because I do…” He grinned before tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her into a passion-laced kiss.
A swift movement on his part and she was once again pinned beneath him, the two of them embracing heatedly from several moments before Thomas pulled back and nuzzled gently at Anne. “In fact…there are many things I love about you, Anne Boleyn.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she pulled him into yet another kiss to let him know just how much his words meant to her.
The End