#'i found your angel in the crows nest - she clawed through the floor'

[heart-shaped-pupa]

No good al joad by hop along is the blake rose song ever

[katyamber]

Now That We’ve Found Love

chapter 1

Her long, tanned fingers found their way down her jaw and stroked at the peak of her face.

"You know you are very beautiful; I'm not just saying that" she smiled, her fingers finding their way to her throat, grazing soft skin.

Ann shuddered at the touch and looked down at the floor, smiling shyly. "You told me in certain lights..." she reminded her and looked up through long eyelashes.

Anne gritted her teeth together in order to stop herself from leaning in for another kiss. They couldn't, they shouldn't. She pursed her lips and looked over her wife's face "Ann..." she whispered, leaning in closer and taking in the scent of her hair.

The gig came to a sharp stop on cobbled stones and over the shoulder of her new wife she could see the family waiting for her, Marian, Aunt Ann, Father, and her servants. They all looked slightly nervous, looking up at the looming pile of goods on the gig that had been bought over from Crow's Nest.

Ann's eyes closed as Anne didn't move away, her lips tantalisingly close. She could just lean forward a little and take them, succulent, wet. She let out a shaky sigh and Anne smiled, her fingers brushing over the skin that was revealed at her chest.

The door to the gig was opened and John Booth stood with a large smile on his face "Ey up, glad to have you back, Miss Lister." He said but was quickly corrected by the small mousy woman next to Anne.

"Mrs. Lister." She said with a giggle.

Anne climbed out and patted John on the shoulder, waving him out of the way so she could help her wife out of the carriage. Ann reached for her hand and smiled, going over to her new family and hugging them. Aunt Anne was the most receptive of the tribe, quickly taking Ann into a hug and holding back a tear.

"I'm so glad you're here and my Annie is happy at last." She said with a warm smile, taking Ann's hand and squeezing it before leading her inside.

Anne gave out her orders to the groom and John and followed her family inside, putting her hand on her sister's lower back and kissing her cheek. Very unlike Anne, but she was happy and she was glad that her sister and the rest of her family were so accepting of them. Shibden Hall, although scruffy and old, was a safe place for them now.

"Well, I hope you stay this happy for the rest of your life." Marian joked, shaking her head as she pulled herself away from her older sister.

The family kept the conversation short and sweet, time was getting along and they knew that Anne and Ann had had a long day and probably wanted to be alone at last.

Anne motioned for Ann to go up the stairs first and took off her top hat, and gloves "After you Mrs. Walker" she shook her head "Or will you be Mrs. Lister also?" she asked with a smile.

Ann giggled and shook her head, her curls bouncing around her face, framing the picture of one of gods angels. "I don't mind, as long as I'm with you." She said coyly.

Anne bit her bottom lip slightly to hold back a grin "You charmer...now get upstairs." She teased.

Ann took the stairs two at a time, almost a quicker pace than Anne. Anne impressed quickened her pace and reached for Ann's hand, slowing her slightly as they got to the top of the flight.

"Wait, tradition..." Anne said seriously and moved closer to Ann "I have to carry you over the threshold."

Ann shook her head and moved closer to her wife, wrapping her arms around her neck. What was intentionally meant to be legs together hop to the side whilst Anne lifted her ended up being a more seductive hop of parted legs which quickly found themselves wrapped around Anne's waist.

With a slight grunt as Anne felt the weight of Ann – which wasn't much – she looked down at her wife's legs wrapped around her and smirked, looking at her lips and then up into her eyes "Ann, very forward. My father and Aunt might see." She told her, slipping her hand down to her lower back to hold her close. As she walked backward she kept eye contact and hummed happily.

Ann moved her hands up into Anne's hair and loosened the fastenings, tight curls fell down and framed her face and Ann sighed and licked her lips "You're so handsome." She told her, stroking her hair from her face.

Anne moved around the door and closed it, gently pressing Ann against the back of it as she locked it. She would not be disturbed tonight, not whilst she was trying to make a memorable night for her wife. Not whilst she was focusing on Ann. Not whilst she was tasting every inch of her.

With the thought of Ann's taste on her tongue, she gently pressed her hips forward into Ann and moaned "I told myself that I wasn't that interested in you, I told myself it was just a curiosity and you would fade from my mind. But every night you're all I see. When I touch myself it's always you..." she told her, bucking her hips again. Anne's hands found their way down to Ann's thighs now that she was pinned to the door by her hips, hitching up her dress and stroking the hot skin on her outer thighs.

"I love you, Ann. I'm so lucky to get to share every day with you." She muttered, leaning in closer and kissing her cheek, then her forehead, then her temples.

Ann couldn't speak, she just whimpered slightly and buried her face into Anne's hair. Taking a long, shaky breath in she moved her hips forward being met with the bulk of Anne's body, a mild relief for seconds and then burning. Burning as she had never felt before. She swore she would put her fingers into Anne's flesh if she held on any tighter.

Against the door, Ann wriggled against her wife, searching for release. Contact. Anything that would dull the burning between her legs.

"Anne, please..." she moaned, clawing at her wife's back.

Anne didn't move, choosing instead to make her movements even slower. She reached down and cupped Ann's bottom, pulling her apart slightly and rocking against her again. Ann let out a moan and her eyes closed, her grip on Anne tightening still.

Something broke in Ann, no more, she couldn't do it. She moved her hand from Anne's back and moved it to her jaw, pulling her face up and kissing her hard, feeling pain and pleasure at the same time. Her lips throbbed. Her rosebud did the same.

Anne grunted as she was forced into a kiss, closing her eyes and moaning slightly as she felt her wife pushing up against her. She decided that it was probably a little cruel to tease her like this against the door, it wasn't comfortable and they both had far too many clothes on.

Anne walked them backward to the bed with Ann still wrapped around her waist. She fell onto the bed with Ann on top of her and huffed, watching Ann's chest as it bounced. "You are entirely overdressed." She told her, slipping her fingers over the hem of her dress and looking over her body "You should take that off. In fact, you should take it all off." She told her with a smile.

Ann giggled and the bravery she had had momentarily dissipated as she became self-conscious.

Anne pushed up against her to distract her and was pleasantly surprised it worked as Ann closed her hands and began reaching behind her for the strings of her dress. Anne watched as her wife fought with ribbons and silks, her patience was wearing thin. She wanted her. She wanted to taste her skin, she tasted a little of Cashew Nuts and freshly washed clothes.

Although she enjoyed watching Ann struggle with her dress, she much preferred watching her slip out of it. Now just the other layers.

"I don't have the patience for all these layers." She growled, reaching up for her bodice and ripping it open "I'll buy you a new one" she promised, as she sat up and tugged on Ann's hip, pulling her down to the bed and rolling her over. With Ann on her back, Anne made quick work of the rest of her dress and Petticoats, practically ripping them off.

Finally, naked Ann. She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Her breasts sat comfortably on her chest, they were small and rounded, the nipples hard and well-formed, pink, the same colour as her lips. Her skin was milky and smooth, in the right light when she ran her fingers over the skin it glistened like a pearl. Between her legs was just as impressive, a thick mound of dark brown hair which hadn't been bleached by the sun like her other hair. A long, content sigh fell from Anne before she leaned down and kissed across her shoulder.

"Would you like me to take off my clothes first, or can't you wait that long?" she asked with a cocky smirk.

"Anne..." came a small, broken voice. "Please!"

Anne hummed and climbed off the bed, taking off her jacket and scarf quickly, throwing them on the floor next to the dress. She leaned down and trailed her fingers over Ann's ankles before pulling her down the bed so she was against the edge "Breathe, Ann...Be free with me" she told her quietly, her hands now on her knees, pushing them apart.

Anne watched as thick strands of wetness snapped between her legs, licking her lips in anticipation. They had never been together like this, so she wasn't sure how Ann would take it. But she had to taste her.

"Anne I feel like I'm going to explode" Ann announced, reaching for the bottom of her wife's shirt, and pulling her in closer.

Anne dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up the inside of Ann's legs and up her thighs, then under. Once under her thighs, Anne leaned down closer to her and tugged her down the bed further so she was on the edge. Once there, Anne planted soft, wet kisses on Ann's thighs and hummed as she caught a glimpse of how wet her wife was.

"Mmmm" she hummed, leaning in closer, her breath over Ann's rosebud.

Ann thrust her hips up but was held in place by Anne's strong arms.

"Behave." She muttered, squeezing her fingers into Ann's hips.

Ann gave up, unable to move, unable to really speak, she laid back and gave into the power of Anne Lister.

Anne placed a few gentle kisses to Ann's thighs and made her way closer to her opening, her lips grazing gently over her plump, wet folds before her tongue darted over the slick opening. She felt Ann's legs tightening around her shoulders.

"You taste incredible" she muttered, gently taking a fold into her mouth and sucking softly on it, then the other. Her hand broke free from Ann's hip and found its way up to her breast, stroking gently as she pressed her tongue forward and into Ann as far as it would go.

"Oh...god..." was heard from above, but Anne paid no attention to it, and carried on flicking her tongue gently over Ann's pink peach. She made sure to cover the inner and the outer and left the bud till last, she knew that would be too overwhelming for Ann.

Anne looked up through dark curls and hummed, Ann was arching up high, her breasts heaving, her stomach trembling. She was spurred on at that moment to move a hand down and gently suck on her middle finger. Teasing the opening before pushing forwards until she felt consumed by her wife's hot, wet, peach.

Licking her lips, Anne pulled her face back to breathe, using her finger as a distraction as she repositioned herself and breathed gently against her wife's bud. She lowered her face down and pressed against her, flicking her tongue gently over the ball of nerves and was shocked by the reaction it elicited.

Ann now spread her legs on the bed wide, her hands in Anne's hair, a moan, a loud moan escaped her lips.

Anne hummed against her wife and flicked her tongue quicker over her. It all happened so fast, her hair was being pulled and she was being forced tight against Ann's bud. The room was filled with moans, breaths. Anne felt Ann shuddering against her. Her mouth became wetter as Ann came.