Chapter Three #2
Anna’s hips stuttered off the bed, trying to catch the rhythm by Brooke’s second or third thrust. Brooke leaned back in, she could tell by the fluttering of Anna’s walls that she wouldn’t last long and Brooke thoroughly enjoyed just how hard she could make Anna orgasm by sucking on her clit.
She wasted no time, wrapping her lips around Anna’s sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking with a strength just past gentle.
Fingers tangled back through Brooke’s hair, holding her in place as Anna’s hips bucked off the hotel mattress.
Thighs tightened around Brooke’s head, muffling the sounds of Anna’s release, but Brooke was undeterred.
Anna was still clenching around her fingers, her pleasure pulsing in time with the beat of Brooke’s heart.
She was vaguely aware of Anna chanting, “don’t stop.
Holy fuck, Brooke, don’t stop.” But Brooke wouldn’t have stopped, she knew to keep going until Anna pushed on the top of her head.
With as tight as Anna’s grip was in her hair, there’d be no pulling back now even if she wanted to—which she absolutely did not want to.
She thrust deeper into Anna, flattening her tongue against the hood of Anna’s clit, moaning at the way Anna greedily ground against it instantly, taking what she so desperately wanted.
A flood of pleasure spilled from Anna, filling Brooke’s palm and dripping down her wrist. Anna sank back against the mattress and, as expected, pushed the top of Brooke’s head away, too sensitive to remember how to ask her to stop while she caught her breath.
Brooke eased out of her, immediately sucking her fingers back into her mouth, not wanting to miss a drop. Anna watched her, her eyes soft and sated. “I want to do this forever,” Anna whispered.
Brooke let out an easy laugh. “Fornicate in a French hotel room?” She looked around.
“Are we in this room all week?” She could feel just how wide and ridiculous her smile was, she felt like she was glowing.
She whispered, conspiratorially, “I was about to promise that we could do this for a whole week, but someone hasn’t told me the agenda, so I’m not entirely sure I’d be making a promise I can keep. ”
Anna shook her head. “I mean us. I want us forever.” Her eyes widened with her own admission.
This wasn’t the first time Anna had said something to that regard—Brooke wouldn’t have bought a ring if she hadn’t known for certain that Anna wanted her forever—but this was the most direct Anna had said it, and it completely knocked the wind from Brooke’s lungs.
She nodded quickly, not wanting Anna to doubt for a second how Brooke felt in return. “I want that, too,” she added.
Anna’s eyes watered and Brooke was quick to wiggle herself out from in between Anna’s legs and curl around her, holding her tightly.
“No, Honey, I really want to do this forever,” Anna said, insistent.
Brooke kissed Anna’s temple and cheek, squeezing her even tighter. “I want that too, Darling,” she whispered. She was supposed to wait until they got home. She didn’t have the ring with her, she reminded herself. Proposing without a ring felt like bad form.
“Can we?” Anna asked, her voice quiet and nervous. A single tear had fallen, leaving a streak down Anna’s cheek.
Brooke dipped down into her line of sight, thumbing away the errant drop of Anna’s emotions. “Yes, Darling. Absolutely.” She wondered if she should tell Anna about the ring.
“Brooke?” Anna whispered.
Brooke searched Anna’s eyes, a little worried now at how emotional Anna was. “Anna?”
Anna took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I was supposed to wait until dinner,” she let out the softest huff of a laugh. She shook her head. “I should have known I could never wait that long.”
Brooke frowned, confused. “Wait for dinner for what, Darling?”
“To ask.” Anna smiled, wiggling closer so that they were nearly nose to nose.
“Ask me what?” Brooke’s heart was racing.
Anna pressed the softest kiss to the corner of Brooke’s mouth. “Brooke Kent, I want to do this forever.”
That wasn’t a question, and Brooke’s heartbeat was absolutely not slowing down. “I do, too.” Her body responded automatically on her behalf. Brooke absolutely did not form those words preemptively. If anything, she might be going into shock.
“I want to come home to you every night, and wake up in your arms every morning. I want it all with you. Anything you want. Any movie you want to watch or TV show. A dog. A cat. Kids. A career change. Moving across the country to be closer to your favorite sports team. A midlife crisis involving a convertible. Anything and everything in between.”
Brooke felt her own eyes watering now. She nodded, feeling like she should respond in some way, but not entirely understanding how.
Anna had it far more together at the moment and was continuing quite confidently, despite a happy stream of tears. “I want to grow old with you. You’re going to be so cute when you’re all wrinkly and gray.”
A rough laugh escaped Brooke then, even a stray thought of them being old and wrinkly together was too cute to process.
“I really mean it, Brooke,” Anna whispered.
Brooke nodded. “I really do, too.”
“Will you marry me?” Anna asked, a nervous, radiant smile blooming.
“Yes,” Brooke confirmed, not hesitating for a second.
“Yes?” Anna asked, her voice a little louder.
Brooke laughed, the happiest, lightest laugh she had probably ever laughed in her entire life. “Yes.”
Anna squeaked and pulled Brooke in for a kiss that was far too filled with joy to be classified as passionate.
“Oh shit, wait,” Anna said, breaking their kiss suddenly.
“I have to get your ring. Hold please.” She pressed another chaste kiss to Brooke’s lips before she wiggled out of Brooke’s grasp and out of bed.
She all but jogged across the hotel room, quickly digging through her suitcase.
“My ring?” Brooke asked. She felt like she might have whiplash. Anna had gotten her a ring? Anna was also bent over a suitcase right now. And Brooke had literally just finished making her orgasm. It was a lot to process and there was only so much Brooke could really intake at one time.
“Of course, Honey.” Anna threw a mischievous grin back, over her shoulder, giggling when she caught Brooke openly staring at her ass. “I love you,” she said, her voice melodic and joyful.
Brooke was still dumbfounded as Anna hopped back on the bed, settling on her knees in front of Brooke, holding a small black box. “I had Chris and Vivienne help me pick it out.”
“They knew?” Brooke was flabbergasted.
Anna beamed at her. “Of course, they’re your best friends.
I needed their Brooke wisdom because other than your watch and the occasional necklace, you rarely wear jewelry.
” Anna proudly wiggled the K signet ring that had never really left her pinky since their trip to England two years ago.
“I commandeered one of your rings with no protest from you years ago because you hardly ever wore it. It didn’t really give me a lot to work with.
” Anna wiggled happily. “Okay, I’m doing this properly now.
” She leaned in and kissed Brooke, short and sweet.
“Brooke Kent will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She opened the ring box to reveal a ring that was truly perfect for Brooke. It was a channel set band with black metal separated by a row of diamonds. Brooke was actually speechless.
After a few seconds of Brooke sitting there with her mouth agape, Anna whispered, “you have to say yes again.”
Brooke blinked. “Right, yes. Yes, of course. Sorry, it’s just perfect.” Suddenly, she found herself having to wipe her own tears away.
Their hands both shook as Anna slid the ring onto Brooke’s ring finger. It fit perfectly, and it looked perfect there, like it should have been there all along. Every bit of her wanted to scream that she had a ring for Anna at home, but she wanted to wait. She’d let it be a surprise.
“For the record,” Anna said, unable to stop smiling. “I was supposed to ask you at dinner tonight.” She giggled a little. “Unless you want to tell all of our friends that you fucked me so good, I asked in an orgasm high, I think we should maybe stick to that story.”
Brooke felt a blush work its way up her neck.
She was better at accepting Anna’s praise and compliments, but perhaps not quite so comfortable as to be able to accept a compliment like that, in front of all their friends.
“I mean, the story of how we began to date is fairly well known amongst our friends. Perhaps we refer to it as in the throes of passion?”
Anna threw her head back with a laugh. “Okay, Honey-B. Why don’t you call Chris, or Nick, and tell them that. I can’t wait.”
The point was valid. She couldn’t imagine admitting to that.
Nick would want details, explicit details, and she was certain Anna would give them if he asked, and Chris would lovingly never let her live that down.
It would become a trivia question about her for the rest of her life.
She could hear it now, Brooke here is so good in bed, she got proposed to right after once.
She could feel her blush spreading across her cheeks at the thought. “Okay, you make a fair point.”
Anna grinned at her. “I know.” Anna tackled her back in a hug, straddling Brooke smoothly as they both tipped backwards in the bed. “I can’t believe we’re engaged.” She kissed across Brooke’s cheeks. “Can I fuck my fiancee now?” She asked, just before sucking on Brooke’s pulse point.
Brooke let out a combination of a gasp and a laugh as Anna nipped playfully at the place she had just sucked. Brooke was absolutely going to have a mark from that. “Yes, your fiancee would quite enjoy that, thank you very much.”
That evening, they got ready for dinner.
Neither of them were particularly hungry, as at some point, far too late in the day, they realized they hadn’t eaten and had ordered a ridiculous amount of room service.
However, they needed photos at the restaurant if their engagement story was to be believed.
So, they got ready in between kisses, happy laughter, and the inability to stop referring to each other as ‘fiancee.’
Brooke helped Anna zip up the back of her dress and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Alright,” Brooke whispered before kissing just below Anna’s ear. “I’m going to go put my shoes on and wait by the door, or I fear we’ll never make it to dinner on time.”
Anna spun in Brooke’s arms, rocking up on her toes to steal a few deliciously messy kisses. Brooke knew it was because the last thing Anna was going to do before they left was apply lipstick, and two years in and she still hadn’t found one that was truly non-transferable.
“Okay,” Anna whispered, fully out of breath. “Okay. I’ll finish getting ready.”
Brooke kissed her one last time—because she’d be an idiot not to—before leaving Anna in the bathroom.
She pulled her dress shoes out of her suitcase, frowning as she felt and heard something sliding around inside her shoe.
Inside her left shoe was a note folded around the ring box that contained Anna’s engagement ring.
Brooke quickly stuffed the ring in her interior suit pocket and unfolded the note that had been left with it.
B,
I didn’t want you to be stressed about the ring while you traveled and I wasn’t entirely sure how many days into your trip it would take for you to bother with fancy shoes, but I wanted you to have this for your fancy night out.
I’ve consulted the council and we all agree, having it with you to propose would be a great idea.
If you want to stick with your original plan to propose when you get home, just text me to let me know and we’ll make it happen.
But I didn’t want you to get all the way to France and not have it as an option.
-Viv
Ps. She’s going to say yes, don’t overthink it.
Brooke’s eyes watered again. She knew that her friends had known the plan. She knew that this meant they’d prepped her to be able to propose immediately after Anna had, but they hadn’t accounted for Anna proposing hours earlier than intended.
She heard Anna shuffling around, and quickly wiped her eyes, careful to not smudge her eye makeup. She stuffed the letter from Vivienne back in her suitcase. She wasn’t going to overthink it. She was going to propose at dinner. For all intents and purposes, Anna had already said yes.