The Things We Can't Remember | pt 4
a/n; it took quite a while but here's the last part of @dannixy 's fanfic! xx ENJOYYYYYYYY.
“And remember to always be nice. No rude comments. Literature. Talk about poets. Writers. The universe. Whatever, just-”
“Breathe, Jane. Jeez, you seem to be more nervous than I am. And I am the one going on a date with a super hot AND intelligent girl.” Anne groaned nervously and played with her own fingers.
“You’re right. I am sorry. We talked through this, okay? If there’s anything I can do to help just leave me a text message.” Seymour sighed before pulling the girl into a tight hug. Boleyn enjoyed the motherly gesture and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist.
“And now you may want to turn around and adore this 'intelligent and hot’ date of yours.” Jane whispered and turned the girl around.
Anne gasped loudly as she spotted Cathy walking down the stairs, greeting her with a big smile.
“You look-” Anne began, struggling to find the right word to describe the goddess in front of her.
“Stunning? Gorgeous? Beautiful? Pretty?” Jane whispered suggestions.
“Bomb.” Anne finally finished the sentence with a grin, coaxing a chuckle out of her date.
Seymour sighed softly and pressed a kiss on each of their heads. “Alright, girls. Have the best time ever.”
“Thanks mum.” Anne rolled her eyes dramatically, before reaching for Cathy’s hand to lead her to the door. “Let’s leave this crazy lady alone.” She joked, but already made a mental note to thank Jane with a big flower bouquet. Without her help, this wouldn't have happened.
“And you planned all of this on your own?” Cathy asked with a chuckle as she entered the coffee shop.
“To be fair, Jane helped me out a bit.” Boleyn confessed, a tone of crimson creeping up on her cheeks. The smell of freshly baked cake and brewed coffee crawled up her nostrils and she took her coat off with a big smile on her face.
“That one over there, that’s out table.” Boleyn explained. It was hard for her to hide the excitement in her voice when she saw how pretty everything had turned out. The small table was located between high bookshelves and accompanied by two dark green armchairs. On top of the table was a pretty vase filled with orchids and roses. Jane had outdone herself. It looked like a small copy of every writer’s dream living room. The only thing missing was the fire place, but the fresh cake and heavenly coffee made up for it.
“It looks so pretty!” Cathy exhaled in disbelief and immediately claimed the chair that was closest to the shelves.
Boleyn sat down opposite her with a chuckle. Just a second later a waiter arrived with a knowing grin on his face.
“Hi. Uhm. Can I have a large-”
“Large Americano with one milk and two sugar. Aaaand one vegan Apple Caramel Tarte.” Her interrupted the writer before she could finish her order. “Here you go.”
Parr watched him with big eyes whilst he was putting down the plates in front of her, then turned to Anne.
“I told you we’re special guests today.” She chuckled and took a sip of her own coffee.
Cathy shook her head fascinated, then decided to give the Tarte a try.
“By the way...you- uhm...you’re allowed to take the flowers home.” Anne mumbled, her mouth filled with a bite of cupcake. A part of her was hoping Catherine couldn't hear her. Was that the right moment? To give her the flowers? They haven’t been here for half an hour and Anne was already giving her flowers… what if Cathy freaked? What if she thought she was a creep? What if-
“They’re for me?” The soft look in Parr’s eyes made Anne’s heart jump. She quickly swallowed and cleared her throat. “Y-yeah. I brought them. They’re for you.”
“They're wonderful… Thank you, Annie.” Parr smiled her warmest smile, then reached over the table to lovingly touch Boleyn’s hand.
“May I ask why Roses and Orchids?” Cathy smiled gently, leaving her hand on top of Anne’s whilst carefully stroking the flower’s petals with her free hand.
“Remember a few nights ago when we had that movie night? I asked you what’s your favourite…but I never got an answer. So I figured I’d get you both…” Anne knew her cheeks were burning red by now so all she could do was pray that her dare wouldn't notice.
“And what have I done to deserve this…? All of that?” Catherine let go of her hand to gesture around the café.
“Just being you, Cathy.” Boleyn answered with a smile. “That’s enough.”
The rest of the date went better than any of them could have wished for. Lots of laughter, stolen glances and excuses for constant body contact involved. Cathy could still feel the soft skin of Anne’s hand sliding into hers and intertwining their fingers on their way back home. It was a wonderful evening. Magic. Probably the best date Cathereine’s ever been on, she thought.
Caught up in thoughts she didn't even hear the soft knock on her door as she was taking her make-up off, ready to go to bed. In the reflection of her mirror she could suddenly see Cleve’s head popping in.
“Hey there, survivor. Mind if I come in?” Anna asked with a grin but didn't even wait for Parr to answer. Within a second Cleves found herself sitting cross-legged on Cathy’s bed. “Spill.” Her smirk grew even bigger.
“Well.” Parr tossed the used makeup wipe into the bin, then turned to look at the girl on her bed. “It was magical! I loved every second of it!” She had to restrain herself from squealing.
“And what?” Parr asked confused.
Cathy nervously fidgeted in her chair. “We held hands…?”
“Catherine Fucking Parr.” Cleves threw her hands in the air with a loud groan. “She took you on a date, everything perfect and you miss the perfect chance to kiss her?!”
“That’s no excuse.” Anna huffed. “You better move your freaking arse to her room and kiss her.”
“Now??” Cathy yelped and shook her head fast.
“You do whatever you think is right, honey. Did you at least thank her for the date?”
All the colour drained from Parr’s face when she realised she has praised almost everything during this date but never, not with a single word, did she say ‘thank you’.
Cleves sighed loudly. “Yeah, you know what to do now.” She said with a wink before ruffling Parr’s curls. “Goodnight, kiddo.”
With that, Cleves left her alone.
Naked feet shuffled over the cold wooden floor of the old building as Cathy slowly made her way down the corridor. It was quiet, almost like no one was home. But Catherine knew it was just due to the late hour. They were probably asleep. Not Anne tho. Anne never went to bed before 2am. Therefore, Cathy had an hour left to talk to her. Just talk, right?
Geez, the past few days have been one hell of a emotional rollercoaster to Cathy. She didn't know what exactly was going on between the Boleyn girl and her and all she wanted was clarity.
Just...talk, Parr reminded herself, pushing Cleves words out of her mind.
Once she had reached Anne’s room she carefully pushed the door open, so lost in thoughts, she forgot to knock.
The fairy lights above Anne’s bed put the room into a golden and warm light. Cathy stopped in her tracks when she realised Boleyn wasn’t here. The sound of a flush sounded from the girls en-suite bathroom and Catherine jumped.
But when the door opened she couldn't help but stare.
Anne walked out, all ready to go to bed in a large white oversized shirt. Cathy’s cheeks blushed deep red when she realised the girl was, in fact, only wearing that shirt.
“Cath!” Anne cried out surprised, but soon started smiling. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her face turned serious in concern.
But Cathy wasn’t able to open her mouth, nor could she tear her eyes from the sight in front of her.
What happened next wasn’t something Cathy would ever be proud of, but also something she didn't know she was capable of until she did it.
Just a split second later she found herself pressed against a warm body, lips hungrily kissing the girl that was now trapped between herself and the wall.
Luckily, Anne didn't oppose and melted into the kiss, the second Cathy connected their lips.
Suddenly, Parr was scared. She didn't know this feeling, something so new and so overwhelming but she enjoyed it and took it all in, she let it drive her without breaks. Everything around her seemed to blurr. It was just her. Her and Anne. Her lip’s and Anne’s lips. Her body and Anne’s body. And the warm fairy lights that held the two lovers in a golden sea of passion.
Cathy knew she was drowning in it, completely and with no regrets.
A loud shriek caused Parr to sit up with a start.
“The gays have found each other!” Howards voice echoed through the house.
Confused and overwhelmed, Catherine rubbed her head. She winced, when suddenly a hand carefully caressed her bare back.
“What do you want, Kat?” Anne’s sleepy voice rang from besides her, sending a shiver down her spine.
Yesterday’s images creeped up in front of her eyes and she couldn't help but bite her lip in happiness.
If only she had this confidence all of the time.
“I wanted to call you downstairs for breakfast and- Cathy? Why are you not wearing a shirt?”
“We’ll be down in a second.” Anne answered her cousin, but Howard ignored her.
“And you neither, Anne? Are you guys oka- OH MY GOD. YOU ARE BOTH NAKED. YOU ARE-” Kat turned around to yell through the entire house again.
“THEY ARE NAKED. GUYS. THEY ARE NAKED.”
She kept repeating over and over again, until Anne threw a pillow at her.
“Shut up and close the door! Give us some space! Fucks sake. We’ll be down in a minute!” She rolled her eyes.
Once the door shut closed, Parr turned to look at Anne whose head was dangerously close.
“I really enjoyed last night…” Cathy mumbled what seemed appropriate for her to say.
“So did I.” Anne answered and breathed a gentle kiss on her lips, then carefully caressed her cheek.”I think it’d only be fair if I sleep over at yours tonight.” She added with a cheeky smirk.
“I’d be happy to offer you that spot next to me in my bed.” Catherine chuckled.
“What if I don’t want to be next to you?” Anne mumbled, her lips now tracing over the soft skin of Cathy’s neck.
“Where else would you want to be?” Parr asked confused.
“On top of you.” Cathy could feel the girl grinning against her skin.
“You’re such a child.” Catherine groaned and playfully nudged her shoulder.
Anne looked up with a smooth smile on her lips.
“And that’s why you love me.”
Easy words. A flirty tone. But a message so heavy and real, Cathy could feel her eyes tear up.
“That’s why I love you.” She whispered, her voice scratchy.
“And do you want to know a secret?” Boleyn asked, gently pushing the other girl’s chin up with a finger.
Parr slowly shook her head as she started into these green orbs in front of her.
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