Guilty Until Proven Innocent - Chapter 9 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1034333037-guilty-until-proven-innocent-chapter-9?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=KatyAmberAuthor&wp_originator=LO15ytVOHGWOrZVDxFt1YCKlP1teEfyUk%2FIhS0MoqA0n%2F47Fn07uNmd%2BS7dU4ppW93URqz3QNilUeSGe%2BVNRQKE8FNuqfV6I4cjZgCjlBHwH6Gop0o%2B291uWUJJPdjSa Giles is arrested for the murder of Jenny Calendar. The first couple of chapters will cover the fallout of this, then I'm introducing an original character for slow-burn romance. Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners. Apart from Rowan Wood, my original character. Set at the end of 2X17 and then into AU.
Guilty Until Proven Innocent (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/257823347-guilty-until-proven-innocent?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_info&wp_uname=KatyAmberAuthor&wp_originator=Ibn9UmsKxmLAyW%2Bb69A64%2BKlkqRY04CcrFL0ayUezKKYi34Say5DKog3%2BvDIKB8ObFJy6nSwCrmcsoF%2FfIiQsj2AIioK4aBPJK3fXObMXwKGx4X0fHgNqjgRxbasxnf%2B Giles is arrested for the murder of Jenny Calendar. The first couple of chapters will cover the fallout of this, then I'm introducing an original character for slow-burn romance. Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners. Apart from Rowan Wood, my original character. Set at the end of 2X17 and then into AU.
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Now that we've found love (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/198392622-now-that-we%27ve-found-love?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=KatyAmberAuthor&wp_originator=KRhucX2iH%2Ftg797beKRjqko2fd1PBPr84pu%2BDuARPsoljqb6A9bXLgpe2HIOXRCjdYbqprm%2BG7UkHyUoKIsQ9nGKE1LkGTys7kwEZnifY3Ldu86d7Lr7hPwiXz5BcQCJ Fluffy little opener to get me back into writing. 18+. Based on Gentleman Jack
Guilty Until Proven Innocent (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/257823347-guilty-until-proven-innocent?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=KatyAmberAuthor&wp_originator=1SQPvqiE%2BuR6x5S4gzRn5TIvpjznC58Ezvm5Vbexm%2BHWOETc7RRSBVrGdbyy0gUdEB8u0QKxE9RHpjjDWXSrQtj23Vf7vA01myOpguVBJwBN2SCzWfAaet82%2FYwSxV3T Giles is arrested for the murder of Jenny Calendar. The first couple of chapters will cover the fallout of this, then I'm introducing an original character for slow-burn romance. Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners. Apart from Rowan Wood, my original character. Set at the end of 2X17 and then into AU.
The destination was Paris. They would arrive by sunset and Anne couldn’t wait to show her wife around the city. It was far bigger and better than London, far more glamorous. She hoped that Ann would enjoy at least the shops if nothing else. Fashion was very big in Paris, she hoped that Ann could find a nice dress or two.
The journey to Paris was long and tiring for them both, but both were glad to have cleared the air this morning after tensions ran high. Ann sat close to Anne, her leg resting against hers. Sometimes when the coast was clear they would steal a kiss, or a touch. Every now and then Anne would share experiences with her wife from previous Paris trips. Tales of grandeur and chance meetings.
What started out as farmland slowly became more densely populated, soon there were rows of houses and cobbled streets, then there were churches and large buildings. It was when they saw Notre Damme, Ann was in awe of the architecture. It was stunning. She wanted to go inside every building and look at every curve of stone. It amazed her how these structures were built, by the hands of men, it also saddened her to know that many of the lower class in society died to create such beauty. Perhaps their souls lived on in the brickwork, the intricate details of the stained windows.
The silence from her wife let Anne know that she was enjoying herself, which made her feel relief. Anne had been worried for a while that Ann wouldn’t take well to travelling – she wasn’t sure she could give up something she loved so much for anyone. Now, however, she assumed that she didn’t have to give up travelling.
Their hotel was grand, the foyer was filled with ladies wearing large, expensive dresses – each group of women speaking a different language. French women were different to English women, they were naturally beautiful. They carried their selves with such grace and poise and Ann could instantly see what the attraction of them was to her wife.
They had an early dinner of risotto and went to bed early, the sheets were silk, edged with lace. The wood of the bed frame was dark mahogany. The room was relatively bright compared to those at Shibden, walls were painted in light colours and silver and gold guild was dotted around the room reflecting light from the flickering candles.
When they woke in the morning, they spoke about all the things they could do, and, deciding to stay in Paris for at least a week to see everything and recover from the long travel before moving on. Breakfast was a mixture of pastries and fruits, washed down with coffee. Ann had never had coffee before but she liked it, it was bitter but it made her feel awake. Eager to encourage her wife, Anne suggested that she picked the day’s activities.
Buzzed from coffee, Ann decided that they would enjoy a slow stroll around Paris and get a closer look at the buildings and maybe some of the dress shops that Anne had told her about.
The weather in Paris was perfect, it was hot and the sky was free from all clouds. It looked like a painting. As they left the hotel Ann felt so proud and tall, her chest out and shoulders back as she walked alongside her wife. She always felt so confident when she was with Anne, she listened to her and made her feel like an adult.
They explored the streets together, Anne excitedly telling stories about things they stumbled across, joking and laughing together. It wasn’t for a few hours that they stopped off for something to eat. There was a little place that wasn’t busy, Restaurants were almost unheard of in England, but there were at least 5 in Paris. À La Petite Chaise, situated 2 miles from both Notre-Dame and the Louvre construction that Anne had told her all about.
Ann struggled to pick from the menu, she knew some French but she had never encountered these words. With help from Anne, she decided on French onion soup, followed by grilled steak and for dessert a selection of cheeses. It was all very well done, and Anne was surprised that her wife had eaten everything without picking.
After lunch they carried on through Paris and eventually Ann complained that she was too hot to carry on and wanted to go back to the hotel to rest. Reluctantly Anne agreed, she was warm too, wearing black all the time was difficult in the summer.
They returned to the hotel and both freshened up with some cool water, allowing the air to dry their skin. Anne lay on the bed and looked over at her wife who was letting down her hair and washing her face.
“Have you had a nice day?” she asked, her eyes trailing over her wife’s body which was barely visible through her underwear.
Ann patted her face dry with a cloth and nodded “Paris is much more beautiful than I imagined. And it’s so different to England. I loved the food, I never thought of onions in a soup before.” She told her with a laugh.
“Thanks, for bringing me, and convincing me that I should see more of the world.” Ann told her wife quietly. Anne was right, she was always right, Anne could put her on top of the world and she knew she had made no mistake in marrying her.
Anne smiled happily and closed her eyes, taking a deep content breath and putting her hands behind her head. She really couldn’t express enough how happy she was to have such a beautiful, smart, patient woman in her life.
Ann watched her wife and smiled, wondering how she could possibly make her as happy as her. She looked at the windows, nobody could see in they were high up and nobody was overlooking them. She padded quietly to the bed and undid the ribbons of her night gown, revealing her pale chest.
“Anne?” she whispered
“Mmmm?” Anne hummed still with her eyes closed.
Ann leaned down on the bed so that her bosom was revealed even more “Anne…” she whispered again, this time her voice breathy.
“Yes, I said…” She opened her eyes and her words stopped dead in her throat. She looked over her wife, her Ann, her small, perfect breasts peeking out through the gap of the nightgown. A painful hum came from her and she shook her head and looked at Ann with a grin.
Ann blushed red as Anne looked at her and shook her head “Sorry..” she mumbled and made to get up, but was stopped by Anne’s hand on hers.
“Don’t.” Anne told her firmly “Take off your night gown.” She ordered, looking into Ann’s eyes as she spoke.
Ann let out a small sigh and nodded her head, feeling brave again thanks to the support of her wife. She took a step back from the bed and without loosing eye contact with Anne she lifter her night gown off and over her head.
She bent her legs a little and put her arms over herself, slightly embarrassed to be naked and under her wife’s watchful eye.
Getting to her knees, Anne quickly knelt on the edge of the bed in front of Ann and reached for her hands, pulling her closer and looking over her face “You are so beautiful.” She assured her, her hand running up Ann’s arm and then into her hair. She cupped her cheek and bought her in for a kiss, kissing the side of her mouth and then smiling again “I want you.” She told Ann.
“I want you to sit on me.” She told her, tugging her on the bed “I want to watch your face.” She explained.
Ann blushed a deep red and nodded her head, but words were not coming that easily to her so in response she put a hand to Anne’s chest and pushed her backwards, falling on top of her with a huff.
The fabric of Anne’s nightgown brushed over her clit and it made her moan, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Anne inside her. Ann reached down and tugged at Anne’s nightgown and they wrestled it off from under her and onto the floor.
Both naked, hot skin on skin. They were both sweating already from the hot afternoon heat.
Anne pulled her down by the back of her neck and kissed her hard, sucking on her bottom lip. She positioned her fingers at Ann’s opening and stroked slowly, teasing her. The noises that it elicited from her wife were irresistible. She heard her name being moaned quietly into her mouth and smirked a little, unable to resist feeling a little cocky.
Ann pushed back into Anne’s hand to urge her inside, but Anne was taking her time. She pulled back from the kiss and looked at Ann, her hair a mess, her eyes shut, her mouth hung open in painful anticipation.
Lifting her hand up, she carefully slid her wet fingers over Ann’s lips and hummed, then put her finger in her own mouth to suck the juice from it with a moan. “You taste delightful.” She hummed and then reached her hand back down between them.
Before Ann could respond, Anne thrust her middle finger into her and watched her wife’s eyes squeeze tighter shut. She leaned up and kissed Ann’s breasts slowly, then flicked her tongue over the nipple. Anne lay back down and looked up at her wife as they slowly began to grind together. Moving her free hand to Ann’s hip, she guided her slowly, bouncing her a little as she pushed up to her. She could feel the wetness of Ann running down her finger and onto her thigh.
“You’re very good.” She told her with encouragement “Do you like it when I’m inside you?” she asked.
“Yesss…” Ann hissed and pushed harder and further down until she engulfed Anne’s finger fully.
“More…I need more Anne…” she breathed, leaning down and kissing her wife lazily.
“What do you want Ann?” Anne asked with a cocky smile.
“I want more fingers, harder” She explained, her body shaking slightly as she lifted herself up and back down on Anne’s finger.
Anne bit her lip and squeezed her hip, then lifted her slightly as she repositioned her hand, thrusting 2 fingers deep inside her.
“Oh!” Ann moaned, instantly moving faster, grinding closer and faster as she felt Anne filling her.
“Tell me what you want.” Anne encouraged, trying to get Ann to be a little more forward in bed without being drunk.
“I…” She paused, not really knowing how to describe what she wanted “Move your fingers, curl them…” she explained, sitting up on Anne and resting so that Anne’s fingers were buried deep inside her and had nowhere to go “My clit…touch it.” She ordered, reaching for the hand that was on her hip and guiding it down between her wet folds.
She was thick with slick wetness and Anne groaned, her thumb finding her clit and moving in small circles as her fingers grazed Ann from the inside.
“Oh My!” Ann moaned “Anne!” she cried and moved quickly on her wife “I’m close.” She whispered, her hands reaching up to her own breasts and squeezing them as she ground herself on her wife’s skilled hands.
Just as Ann was about to orgasm, she felt Anne push her off, and with a desperate moan, Ann bucked her hips into thin air “Anne…” she whispered “I need you.” She added.
Within seconds Anne was on top of her, she bit her thighs and buried her fingers deep inside her wife again “I want to taste you, come for me.” She ordered her, moving her mouth over Ann’s clit and flicking her tongue lightly over the bud. Her fingers curled and her tongue circled and before she knew it her head was being forced against Ann and her nose was buried in blonde pubic hair as Ann came into her mouth. She became wetter, wetness dribbling down Anne’s chin and over her hand and on the bed. Anne was unable to resist pulling her fingers from Ann and pushing her tongue into her to taste her properly, hot and pulsing.
Anne had the intention of stopping and cuddling, but she was so aroused she couldn’t stop. She reached her wet hand down to herself and touched herself whilst she carried on moving her tongue over Ann who was now moaning again.
Ann still had a hand buried in her wife’s hair, her chest was heaving and her hips pushed up to Anne. Was it possible to have another orgasm? She didn’t know. But it felt like she was going to.
Ann reached her hand down between her legs and copying her wife, started to moving her hand in small circles on her clit as her wife’s tongue stroked her opening.
The vision of Ann stroking herself was enough to push Anne over the edge and she came, calling Ann’s name loudly as she pulled her down to her mouth to muffle her cries.
The sound that Anne made pushed Ann over the edge and at the same time she had her second orgasm, her hips bucking against Anne’s mouth and her hand moving faster on herself.
There was silence in the room aside from the panting, both afraid to move and ruin the incredible feeling of ecstasy.
“I love you Ann.” Anne whispered eventually, resting her head on Ann’s thigh and stroking her skin which glistened with sweat in the sunlight.
Jodie Comer’s BAFTA-nominated monologue as Linda, narrating her first sexual experience with a woman
I put my fingers inside of her and drew a fast breath. “Isn’t it amazing?,” she said. “There’s something holy about it.”
“Thank you for the honor,” I said.
France didn’t seem that much different to England, it was the same temperature, it had grass and hills and sky. Ann wondered why she had been so worried, though today was one of her better days.
Anne lead Ann to a small tavern in the small port village and settled her in one of the booths before going to the bar and ordering wine for them both. It was only ten in the morning but they were on holiday. Anne spoke perfect French and seemed to know the women behind the bar very well.
A pang of jealousy hit Ann in the chest as she watched her wife speaking to beautiful women in a language she didn’t understand fully.
Anne returned with two cups of wine and a large smile on her face “We made it, you’re now officially well-traveled.” She told her, sitting in the seat next to her and draping her arm casually across the back of the chair that Ann was sitting in.
Ann looked at her wife and tilted her head to peek around her to the people in the bar.
“Won't they…we can’t sit this close…” she worried, leaning forward to get some distance from Anne’s arm.
“This is mainland Europe. I could touch you under the table and it would be fine.” She told her with a smirk.
“Ohh…no, surely. They still believe in God, do they not?” Ann asked furrowing her brow.
“Of course, they do, but it’s more like guidelines than actual rules.” She explained. “Women and men here are more, just more. Like if you welcome a French man or woman you have to kiss both cheeks. If you did that in England you would be in trouble.” She explained.
“I see. Where are we going next?” Ann asked nervously, she did hope they weren’t staying here. There was straw all over the floor and a pig roaming up and down.
Anne watched the pig trot by and then looked back at her wife “We’re going after lunch, we have to wait for the gig to be offloaded from the boat.” She explained.
They were back on the road in no time and headed towards Paris, it was a long journey from where they were in Dunkirk. It would take them at least a week to get to Paris, but they had a lot to talk about and a lot of books to get through. Ann was looking forward to sketching the scenery as they passed through, she would make memories that they could both keep forever.
That night they stopped off in Lens, the journey had been hard on Ann who wasn’t used to traveling so much. She hadn’t eaten properly and she was feeling very sick. She just wanted to go back to the comfort of Shibden.
Anne, on the other hand, had been far too distracted with all the ideas that were in her head about their adventures. She had out her maps and was planning routes and arrival times. She would travel as far and as long as she could with Ann.
When they arrived at the hotel it was a grand old mansion, there was nothing for miles around the building and the grounds were almost flat enough so that you could see the curvature of the earth. After some food on their arrival, that Ann barely touched, they were shown to their room and bought hot water for a wash.
Ann was sore all over, she had been bouncing around in a box for 8 hours, and before that had been heavily drunk on a boat. She just wanted to climb into bed but Anne insisted on talking at her about what lay ahead of them the following day.
Ann found herself getting more and more frustrated with every word, her jaw gritted as she undressed. She just wanted quiet. She wanted the clattering in her ears to stop. She could still hear the wheels of the gig rattling in her ears.
She ignored her wife and climbed into bed, pulling the sheets up to her neck and closing her eyes.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Anne who was now standing at the foot of the bed with her arms folded over her chest.
“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, a little more aggressively than she had intended.
Ann sat up and angrily shouted back “No, because you haven’t shut up in hours and I’m tired. You haven’t once asked me how I feel or if I’m okay!” she shouted, her hair sticking up in all angles and her eyes filled with pathetic tears.
Anne was never one to back down to any kind of argument, even if it was with her wife who she loved dearly, it was a natural reaction that she had picked up over the years dealing with her sister.
“Well, I’m sorry if I have been boring you.” She shouted back “I’m just excited to be with you and want to show you all you’ve been missing. I’m sorry that I bothered you!” she continued.
Ann climbed up out of bed and pulled her blanket around herself and shook her head “You are ridiculous.” Ann told her and walked over to the window, sitting down and looking over the grounds.
Anne wanted to say that she wasn’t the one who was being ridiculous, but instead, she stayed quiet and climbed into bed, letting her wife stew on what had been said.
In the window Ann let a few tears down her face, she was tired and more emotional because of it. She just wanted to rest and feel comfortable. Instead, she had a giant knot in her stomach and every muscle in her body felt tense.
Anne lay on her back with both her hands behind her head, looking up and wondering if she had made a big mistake pushing Ann this far this quickly.
At some point that night Anne had fallen asleep, Ann had joined her in bed and they had entangled their selves in each other.
In the morning Anne woke first, as she normally did. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with a mess of blond hair that smelled faintly of lavender. She then remembered the small argument they had had the night before and instantly felt guilty about it. She knew she had to understand that yesterday had been a full day journey for Ann and it probably had been very uncomfortable and she had probably been quite worked up the whole journey.
“I’m sorry sweetheart” she whispered into her hair, kissing her head softly.
Anne thought about how she’d spoken to her and her heart ached. There were a lot of things that Anne didn’t like about herself but the main thing was that she was so hot-headed and stubborn. She never backed down from a fight even if she knew it would burn bridges.
Anne softly kissed Ann’s head as she lay next to her, her fingers slowly tracing the skin of her upper arm. She soon settled and closed her eyes, finally relaxing, but knowing that she had to apologise. She let her fingers explore Ann’s body, stroking wherever she could reach slipping deeper and deeper into sleep.
When Ann woke, her head was on Anne’s chest and she was being held tightly to her. Her wife’s hand was cupping her backside and holding her in close, Ann nuzzled her head into Anne’s chest and sighed. She knew she had been wrong to shout at her the night before.
As Anne felt her wife nuzzle closer, she reached her hand down to take her chin between her thumb and forefinger and lift her head up so she could look at her face.
“I’m sorry about last night.” They whispered at the same time. The realisation that they were both sorry and both had been struggling with the stresses of traveling made them both giggle. In that one sentence they had made up and the night before had been forgotten.
Anne had a warmth in her chest, a warmth that she hadn’t felt before. The warmth got stronger when she looked into her wife’s blue eyes, it felt like her chest was being squeezed.
“Even in my wildest dreams I never thought I could be this happy, and feel this much love,” Anne admitted and kissed Ann’s forehead softly.
Words really didn’t seem to express all the emotions they both had inside them and soon Ann was straddling her wife, her hands laced in Anne’s and her forehead pressed against hers.
They moved with each other, cried, laughed, kissed. They made love to each other, each kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. They were slow, held back by exhaustion and not wanting to rush.
Ann stayed on top of her wife, grinding herself against her thigh. Anne pushed up gently to her wife. They weren’t really in it for an orgasm, they were more interested in kissing each other and enjoying the feeling of being intimate. Making love to each other.
