The Art of Seduction

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/60484453.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Anne with an E (TV)
Relationships: Gilbert Blythe/Anne Shirley, Gilbert Blythe & Sebastian "Bash" Lacroix
Characters: Anne Shirley, Gilbert Blythe, Sebastian "Bash" Lacroix (Anne with an
E)
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Seduction, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Horniness, Touch
Starved Anne
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-11-11 Words: 7,129 Chapters: 3/3
 The Art of Seduction
by InitialDistrict

Summary

Gilbert sets out to seduce Anne.

Notes

I accidentally deleted this story. So sorry if this caused any inconvenience.

 Chapter 1

Gilbert scrunched his face, his body revolting as he took a sip of what appeared to be
gasoline. He wished he had a higher tolerance for alcohol. "I don't know how you can drink
this." He thrust the bottle back to Bash, getting it as far away from him as possible.

Bash chuckled and downed another swig of the foul-tasting liquid. "It takes practice and a
cast iron stomach, which you, my friend, haven't acquired yet. All in good time.”

Gilbert shrugged, opting for his bottle of milk instead. "Fair enough. I'll stick with what I
know. At least I won't throw it back up," he joked, guzzling down the white liquid to wash
away the unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth. “Thank goodness Delphine is with your mother.”

Bash narrowed his eyes. “I would never drink in front of my daughter. That would be setting
a bad example.” A smirk crept across his face. “Although I was considering not drinking in
front of you, too. I’m undecided about whether you’re still a boy.”

Gilbert took a gulp of milk, but instead of feeling cool and refreshed, the liquid went down
the wrong tube, and he erupted into a fit of coughs. “What are you trying to say?” Recovering
from his coughing attack, he swaggered forward, trying to embody a cool demeanour.
“Would a boy risk not making it to Toronto so he could kiss the woman he loved - even if it
meant risking his entire career? Would a boy stash an engagement ring in his bedroom with
the intention of proposing? Would that same boy entertain thoughts of making love to her…”

Bash doubled over in laughter, slapping the ground with his hand. "Fine. I forfeit. You're
officially a man now. Took you long enough," he teased between fits of laughter.

Despite his reddened cheeks, Gilbert stood tall, his chest puffed out in an exaggerated display
of bravado. "Yes, I am," he declared. "I'm a man who goes after what he wants. That doesn't
sound like a boy.

Bash leaned in, balancing the bottle on his knee. "Then, just between us men, let me
commend you. But you still have a long way to go."

“What do you mean?”

Bash swirled the liquid around in his bottle. “Well, you may have confessed your feelings,
but that was months ago. When you reunite with her, then what? Are you going to charge
forward or retreat?"

Gilbert's brow furrowed in worry as he considered Bash's words. “You think she’s lost
interest?”

Bash shook his head. “No. I just mean that…it’s been a long time since you parted, and
things may still be in progress for you two.”
Gilbert nodded and took a few shaky breaths. “We’ve written to each other if you must know.
Anne has expressed many times in her letters that she loves me. In the most poetical terms,”
he added, his voice gaining confidence. “So what do you say to that, eh? That doesn’t sound
like someone who’s lost interest. I think she truly does love me, Bash.”

“I’m glad,” Bash replied in earnest. “I’m glad she loves that messy mop of yours. Now, what
do you plan to do about it? That’s the real question.”

Gilbert pondered about it for a moment before meeting Bash's gaze head-on. "I plan to
seduce her." His words hung in the air between them, charged with determination and
longing. Gilbert smirked when Bash almost choked on his drink, repeating his action.

“What? Really? How?”

Gilbert’s eyes gleamed. “I have it all planned out.”

“What do you have planned exactly, Casanova,” Bash prodded, his curiosity piqued. “Do
you plan to treat her to an autopsy? Might be a nice romantic outing for you two."

Gilbert rolled his eyes at his teasing. “Very funny. Nope. I’m going to go about it slow and
steady. It likely won’t end with coitus…I understand the risks. But that doesn’t mean we can’t
do other things…right? Doesn’t mean we can’t explore other options? Right?”

Bash’s lips curled. “You lived with Mary and me...right?”

Gilbert nodded, his face flushing at having often intruded upon private moments between the
newlyweds. But Bash's expression quickly turned sombre at the mention of his deceased
wife. The mood shifted, and Gilbert's smile faded out of respect for his brother’s loss.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Gilbert muttered, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Bash managed a smile. “Nah, it’s fine. I still miss her.”

“Have you…”

Bash shook his head before Gilbert could inquire. “Not yet. I’m not ready to settle down.
Muriel is good company, but I think we’re better off as friends.” Bash gave Gilbert an
apologetic look. “Sorry to disappoint you. I know you’re keen for us to get together.”

“Hey, it’s your life,” Gilbert shrugged. “You get to decide.”

“Likewise,” Bash pointed out. “Which leads me back to you." He clapped his hands. “Now,
how exactly are you going to seduce Anne Shirley Cuthbert?”

“Like I said, I’ll start slow and build it up.”

Bash's eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline. "Oh? I was under
the impression you were going full steam ahead. I did hear you this morning, you know,
upstairs alone in your bedroom. Oh, and I didn't just hear you this morning. I heard you all
those other times too.”
Gilbert's tried to maintain a calm and innocent composure. “What are you talking about?”

Bash saw right through him, his teasing smirk irritating Gilbert beyond belief. "Don't play
dumb with me," Bash chuckled. "I’m no fool. What were you thinking about? Or dreaming
about?"

Gilbert's cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as he leaned forward to spill the beans. Even
though no one was around, gossip spread like wildfire in his small town, and he didn't want
to take any chances.

"Fine, I'll tell you," Gilbert muttered. "I imagined Anne naked in bed with me,” he admitted
reluctantly. "I’ve pictured her in different scenarios, too, not just in bed. But always naked.
That never changes."

Bash raised an intrigued eyebrow and leaned closer. "And then what? What did you do?"

Gilbert swallowed hard before blurting out, "Well, last night I…I had my mouth between
her…”

Bash let out a low whistle and fanned himself dramatically. "Wow...how did she taste?"

"Bash!"

But Bash only smirked and prodded further, "Oh, there's no need to be embarrassed. We’re
brothers here. Tell me every detail."

Gilbert sighed, knowing he couldn't hide anything from him. "If you must know, I made love
to her like all the other times. Only last night, it got much more intense. I was…going at it
like a complete animal," Gilbert confessed sheepishly, taking another swig of his milk as if to
cleanse his wicked thoughts. “But, I don’t see anything wrong with having these sorts of
fantasies. I’m sure that’s what most people do when they’re in love.”

Bash raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry, I won't judge you for
something completely natural. Oh, but damn, brother! I offer my deepest condolences for
what I said before. You ain't no boy. And this has been going on since you first met her, hasn't
it?"

At Gilbert’s nod, Bash gave one final swig of his drink.

"Well then. Let's not waste any more time talking about it. Let's make those fantasies a
reality." Gilbert shot him a warning look, and Bash quickly clarified, "Without coitus, of
course. I do care about you, young ones. I wouldn’t want you both to get grilled by this
unforgivable, nonsensical society we live in.”

"Thank you, Bash," Gilbert said gratefully as his brother pulled him into a hug. "I appreciate
you helping a poor fellow out. I’ll most certainly need it.”

Bash grinned mischievously. "Consider me your guide on this journey," he declared before
dragging Gilbert inside his house to begin his "education."
***

The reunion with Anne went swimmingly, though Gilbert couldn’t exactly kiss her the way
he wanted to, with her guardians standing by and watching them with eagle eyes. So, instead,
he pressed a soft kiss to her hand, enjoying the sweet sound of her laughter. Deep down, he
knew his old tricks of pulling her hair and offering sweet apples wouldn't work anymore -
he’d have to come up with new ways to charm the skirts off her.

“Have you grown taller?”

Gilbert shrugged, amused at her unexpected question. “I’m not sure. I’ll leave that up to you.
Have you grown cheekier?”

Anne shook her head, biting her lip. “Oh no. I believe that's you. I’ve grown wiser, which is
how I’ve noticed these things. Such a shame the same can't be said for you, you poor thing."

Gilbert's deep belly laugh filled the room at the clever retort, loving Anne retained her sharp
wit. He longed to kiss her off her feet but was interrupted by Marilla's swift intervention. She
ushered them out of the house, Matthew following close behind.

"The Barrys have kindly arranged a carriage to take us to the picnic," Marilla said, adjusting
her hat and shawl. "Wasn't that thoughtful of them?"

The annual Avonlea picnic had completely slipped Gilbert's mind, replaced by more pressing
thoughts of the glorious redhead before him. He couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at her
backside as she climbed into the carriage but averted his gaze to the clear blue sky above in
case he got caught red-handed. It was such a lovely summer’s day, after all - not a cloud in
the sky.

As he soaked up the sunshine, feeling it wash over his face, his mind raced with images of
whisking Anne away to a secluded spot. His heart pounded as he reimagined his dream last
time - only this time, he’d press her against a sturdy tree, hike up her skirts, drop to his knees
and…

“Gilbert?”

He jolted at the sharp tone of Marilla’s voice. “I know it’s a beautiful day, and I hate these
frivolous events as much as you do, but we must get going. Come along now.”

Gilbert wiped his clammy hands on his trousers before climbing in next to Anne, with
Matthew and Marilla sitting opposite them.

***

Inside the cramped carriage, Gilbert could feel the heat radiating from Anne's body as they
sat close together. He tried to focus on the pleasant conversation between the Cuthberts, but
all he could think about was the gorgeous young woman beside him.

Craving even the slightest physical connection, yet aware of Anne's guardians monitoring
their every move, Gilbert pressed his leg against hers in a subtle show of affection. To his
delight, Anne let out a small whimper, showing she understood his unspoken intentions. As
she rested her head on his shoulder, Gilbert's mind ran wild with thoughts of tipping her
backwards and taking her. Instead, he tried to focus his attention elsewhere and lowered his
gaze to her fidgeting hands, yearning to run them all over his body. He sighed heavily,
knowing this would be the longest carriage ride of his life.

***

“We’ve arrived.”

As the carriage came to a sudden halt, Gilbert used the opportunity to lean heavily against
Anne to which she caught him and supported his weight. With a grateful kiss to her cheek,
Gilbert exited the carriage first, then turned to offer assistance to his blushing redhead.
Despite knowing she was capable of getting out on her own, he couldn't resist the satisfaction
of seeing her go all flustered at his chivalrous gesture, topping it off with a mumbled "thank
you."

Gilbert bent down and pressed another kiss to her hand. "You're welcome," he whispered, his
voice thick with desire. But their moment was cut short by the interruption of Marilla, who
seemed all too eager to intrude upon them, whether unknowingly or not.

“Gilbert, did you say Bash would be arriving with Muriel,” Marilla asked. “There would’ve
been room in the carriage.”

Gilbert bowed his head, grateful for Bash’s deliberate absence as it allowed him to make
those subtle moves on Anne. “No, Bash insisted on arriving with Muriel. Speaking of which,
I see them right now."

The pair made their way over. But then more people approached - the Barrys, who carried
trays of sweet treats. Yet, Gilbert's appetite for sugar had vanished - his mouth watering for
something else entirely as he watched Anne and Diana engrossed in conversation, Anne
unaware of the torture she was inflicting on him. He wondered if the two girls gossiping
about him, only to be nudged back to reality by Bash.

“Any progress yet?”

Gilbert forced a smile and replied loudly enough for the group to hear, hiding his true
intentions. "My studies are going well, thanks. It's hard work, but I never back down from a
challenge. I never let anything stop me from pursuing my goals.”

Bash smirked, knowing exactly what Gilbert was insinuating deep down.

Anne, oblivious to it all, chimed in with enthusiasm. "Me too! It's invigorating to strive for
greatness. I’m glad someone else understands.” A loud cough jostled them, and Gilbert
sighed as he resigned himself to spending not one minute alone with Anne.

***
As the minutes ticked by, Gilbert's own words came back to niggle at him, giving him the
assurance he needed to pursue his objective.

I never let anything stop me from pursuing my goals.

Summoning all his courage, he rose and subtly shifted to situate himself next to Anne. “Care
to take a walk? Get away from this crowd?” He didn’t bother to try and hide the urgency in
his voice.

Anne scanned the surroundings; her lip caught between her teeth. “I’d love to…but wouldn’t
they all notice?”

“I have an idea.” With a gentle kiss on her hand, he stood and coughed to get the group’s
attention. “Would it be alright if Anne and myself go for a short wander?” he asked politely.
Marilla and Matthew exchanged worried looks at once.

Anne stood beside Gilbert and did her bit to reassure them. “Don’t worry. We could stay
within view if you’d like. That way, you can keep an eye on us.”

After much consideration, Marilla and Matthew agreed. “Very well. But don’t wander too far.
Oh, and be on your best behaviour.”

“We will,” they uttered in perfect unison.

Linking hands, Gilbert guided her away from the gathering. He knew he wouldn’t be able to
do much to her with many sets of eyes on them, but he welcomed the challenge, knowing full
well it would ultimately culminate in a satisfying conclusion for both of them.
 Chapter 2

With each step, Gilbert's heart pounded harder against his ribcage like a wild animal trying to
escape. Did Anne notice? He wondered if her heart raced, too. If not, he’d make it. He’d
spread her out onto the soft grass, undress her slowly, and pleasure her underneath the open
sky. The urge to ravish her was overwhelming, but something inside him urged him to keep
moving, to resist temptation and continue their walk.

After walking for what seemed like an hour, he came to a sudden stop and drew Anne close
to him. “Anne, I love you. You know that, right?”

A tender smile graced her gorgeous features, and she pressed herself to him in a warm
embrace. Gilbert hugged her back with a twinge of guilt. Her hug was so comforting and
heartfelt—a complete contrast to his desires.

“You know I do,” she murmured. “That's why I chose to walk with you. It's why I chose to go
against society's expectations and follow my heart—even if it means I get in trouble for it—
even if it means following you all the way back to your house.”

Blinking rapidly, it took Gilbert a whole minute to realise they stood before his childhood
home. “How did we end up here?” he asked.

Anne giggled. “Penny for your thoughts? You've done a ‘me’. Sometimes, I get so caught up
in my imagination I end up miles away from where I started.” Her eyes darted around before
settling back on Gilbert. “May we head inside? I could use a rest. That was too much
walking, even for me.”

Gilbert jumped to action, getting back to the task of seducing her. “Then here. Let me escort
you inside.” He placed a deliberate hand on her lower back, just above her backside and
guided her inside and onto a chair. Kneeling before her, he carefully slipped off her shoes and
stockings. But before he could get to work and knead out those tired muscles, he shot up to
dart around the kitchen, embarrassed by how untidy it was.

"Sorry for the mess," he chuckled, rolling up his sleeves to reveal some muscle, aware she
was watching his every move. "I didn’t have time to clean up around here before I left." In
reality, he’d been so preoccupied with his plans that cleaning dropped to the bottom of his
‘to-do’ list.

Anne waved off his apology with a smile. "No need to worry yourself. You should've seen
Green Gables earlier. We were baking for the picnic, and there was flour absolutely
everywhere! You could've made snow angels in the middle of summer."

As Gilbert arranged pots and pans, he sensed Anne’s continued gaze on him and took full
advantage. He casually unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing some chest. “It’s
quite warm today, isn’t it?” He flashed her one of his signature charming smiles that never
failed to make hearts flutter. “Avonlea doesn’t usually get this warm.”
He revelled in how smooth and confident his voice had become - a far cry from his nervous
behaviour from earlier. Anne blinked, her gaze lingering on his newly exposed skin. Gilbert
hid a smug grin behind the pretence of cleaning, relishing her reaction.

"I enjoy the heat," she replied softly, her voice shakier than he’d ever heard it. "Summer is
my favourite season. It means more time spent outdoors. What could be better than that?"

Gilbert shook his head fondly as he leaned against the countertop, popping open another
button. "You haven't changed, have you?”

Anne shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “Queens has done her bit, which is to be
expected. But deep down…no. I’m still the same annoying chatterbox you went to school
with. Sorry to disappoint you."

He shook his head, dismissing her apology. “You could never disappoint me. Oh, and Anne?”
He bent forward, his eyes boring into hers. “I implore you not to change a single thing about
you.”

He could’ve sworn Anne had melted into her chair from his gaze and the husky tone of his
voice. “I won’t,” she promised earnestly. “As long as you promise me the same thing.”

A devilish grin spread across his face. “Oh, believe me. I have not changed - especially in
regards to my feelings for you…and the ways I intend to act on them." Watching her squirm
in her chair, trembling and flustered, was more than he could take. “Can I get you some
water? You look rather hot yourself."

"Yes, please,” she choked out.

As he handed her the glass, he let his fingers graze hers. "Are you sure you don't want
anything else?"

Still dazed, Anne shook her head again. "No, thank you."

"I noticed you didn’t eat much at the picnic."

"I wasn’t hungry."

She took a large gulp of water, and Gilbert had to intervene, helping her take small sips in
case she choked. Placing the cup carefully on the counter, he grabbed a cloth from the table
and leaned down to dab her face, mopping up the spilled water.

Anne's giggles filled the room, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation for her
unexpected laughter. "I know I should be outraged you're treating me like a child," she began.
"But I…find myself enjoying it. I quite like being pampered. It makes me feel like a Queen."

“Oh really? Then let me massage these royal feet of yours."

Remembering his previous intentions, Gilbert dropped back to his knees and lifted her ankles
onto his lap. As he massaged them, he noticed the way her thighs pressed together. He prayed
it was a telltale sign of her own arousal. Biting his lips painfully, he had to suppress the
powerful urge to yank down her drawers and give her a special kind of massage instead - one
involving his tongue.

But he wasn't going to act on his desires...not yet.

Trying to keep himself in check, he stood up with a wicked grin, leaving Anne flustered.
"Pardon me," he cleared his throat. "I need to prepare dinner before Bash gets home. He told
me he was going to spend some time with Muriel at the picnic today. He claims they're just
friends.” Anne rolled her eyes playfully as Gilbert bustled around to prepare the dinner,
enjoying their renewed banter. It was a welcome reprise from his seduction.

"Friends make great partners," she mused aloud. "They're the best kinds of relationships, in
my opinion. We started off as friends. Well, I suppose we started off as enemies," she
corrected herself. "At least on my end, but I was immature back then." She made to rise. “Do
you need some help? I feel a little useless doing nothing. Doing nothing doesn’t suit me.
Besides, your feet must be tired, too.”

Gilbert scoffed, giving her a mock-offended look. “My feet don’t require much rest," he
assured her. "They much prefer being used to their fullest potential. Anyway, if I’m not
running around, if I'm not using these feet, then I’m sleeping soundly. A man needs his rest -
that way; he can have pleasant dreams…ouch!”

Of course, his cutting himself whilst chopping up vegetables wouldn’t go unnoticed by his
perceptive Anne. She jumped up and rushed over to examine his cut finger with an intensity
only she could express. “You need to be more careful,” she berated him gently.

He bandaged his finger up quickly before pulling Anne into a deep hug, planting a kiss on top
of her head. “Silly me,” he murmured. “But thank you for your concern. I'm glad at least
someone cares about me," he added with an amused arch of his eyebrow.

“I will always care for you,” she gushed, wrapping her arms tighter around him. “After all,
you are my future husband - aren't you? I hope so. It's why I'm risking my reputation to be
here with you."

Unable to resist, he dipped his head to brush his lips against her tenderly, his tongue darting
out to trace the outline of her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips as he tugged on her lower
lip before drawing away. He admired how the light pink flush on her cheeks spread to her
entire face.

“Go sit down,” he urged huskily. “I’ll be with you shortly.”

With a shaky nod, she turned from him, and he groaned as he watched her retreat to the chair,
his eyes sweeping her from head to toe. But before he could continue with his plans, he had a
duty to ensure all house members were fed. Once he’d prepared the stew and stored it away
for later, could he finally resume his seduction.

“Won’t the stew get cold?”

“I make stew all the time.” Gilbert snuck up behind her, his hands proceeding to knead out
the knots from her tense shoulders. “I didn’t get to finish my massage,” he whispered against
her neck. “You're so tense and I need to fix it. When you’re relaxed, I’m relaxed.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, leaning back into him. “Queens has been torturing me - got me by
the throat with her endless workload. Don’t get me wrong, I still pride myself on being a top
student, but even I struggle with being the brightest sometimes."

“Likewise,” he breathed, circling her chair to stand before her. “You think I have it easy just
because I share that title with you? I’m constantly stressed. So you know what? Let’s do
something about it.”

He knelt and engaged her in a passionate kiss, his fingers splaying across her soft cheeks.
They dropped to her chest, his hands encountering a restrictive barrier instead of her soft
curves. “Oof, that feels tight,” he huffed against her lips. “At least I don’t have to wear a
corset when I’m stressed. May I take these off you?"

With her consent, he drew her in for a deeper kiss while his hands worked together to
unbutton her blouse, shoving it off her shoulders before tossing it aside. “May I do away with
this, too,” he asked, fiddling with the rough outlines of her corset.

She nodded, and he deftly unlaced the garment before tossing it over his shoulder. It fell to
the ground with a soft thud, quickly forgotten about. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall,
thinking he had enough time to snag this beautiful woman before Bash returned home. He
shed her corset cover, leaving only her chemise and delicate drawers as barriers between his
fingers and her body.

“Anne…”

He swallowed heavily, wanting nothing more than to ravish her right here in his kitchen. Yet,
his concern for her wellbeing and comfort outweighed his desires which were becoming more
primal by the second. “If you want me to stop…just say the word.”

“Please don’t stop…” she breathed. “I feel like…like I’m floating on a cloud high above, to
put it in poetical terms...though I could probably do better than that," she added with a giggle.
"But I don't care. Right now, I'm going to be uncharacteristically silent and let you continue.
For, I do not wish to talk at this very moment."

He yearned to tear her chemise away and gaze upon her naked torso. Yet, he kept it on - only
because they were in a public kitchen. “Very well. But first, I need you on a bed,” he rasped,
to which Anne nodded eagerly. Lacing his fingers through hers, he rushed her upstairs to his
bedroom. As soon as the door shut, he guided her backwards towards his bed.

“Sit,” he commanded gently, his voice low and husky.

Anne complied, perching on the end of his bed. Gilbert longed to lay her backwards at once
but instead knelt before her as he had in the kitchen. He wanted to continue rendering her a
weak-kneed blubbering fool before he pounced, only for the tables to turn most unexpectedly.
“Did you take me to your house for the sole purpose of seducing me? Has that been your plan
all along?"

Gilbert gazed up at her in shock, stunned by how matter-of-fact her question was. “Guilty as
charged,” he confessed as if in the middle of his own personal interrogation. "Feel free to
wallop me."

She blushed, but there was also an unmistakable excitement in her eyes. “I never thought in a
million years anyone would ever want to seduce me. Don’t think I’m not enjoying this.
Because I am. I'm enjoying this very much."

Her words only fueled Gilbert’s desire more, his body throbbing with need. His loins
demanded he pin her down and claim her. But instead, he did the next best thing. Without
further ado, he pushed her chemise up to her waist and settled his hand between her legs,
feeling her throb as he did so. Emboldened by her sweet sigh of pleasure, he flattened his
hand against her crotch, moving it against the cotton in a series of lingering motions.

“Anne…” he breathed her name like a sacred text.

She regarded him with lidded eyes. “Yes?”

“Prepare yourself…”
 Chapter 3

“I’m prepared,” Anne whispered faintly. She took a deep breath and tried to maintain a calm
facade despite the sensations Gilbert evoked with his palm between her legs. "I'm ready for
anything. You know me. I can handle whatever you have in store for me."

Gilbert's voice was low and seductive as he replied, "Are you sure?"

He traced circles on her clothed core with his fingertips, causing Anne to inhale sharply - her
chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths, her eyes pleading with him. “Please,” she
begged, “don't make me ask again.” Tears glistened as she continued, “In short, I love you,
and I long to be loved in return considering...considering too few people have shown me.”
She paused to wipe away a stray tear. “Please, Gilbert. Don't hold back. I want to feel
everything – the good, the bad – everything.”

Gilbert’s throat tightened at her raw display of emotions, overwhelmed by the intensity of his
own feelings and desires. As his hand lingered on her crotch, he cupped her face with the
other and pressed an awe-inspiring kiss to her lips. He maneuvered her backwards, careful
not to break the intense rhythm of his kiss as his body loomed over hers, flattening her to the
bed.

Sighing into her mouth, his hands framed her face, fingers combing through her hair as he
alternated between gentle and passionate kisses. Taking a break from her lips, he ran his
mouth along her jawline while gently squeezing her breast through the fabric of her chemise.

"I can't believe this is happening," he whispered huskily in her ear. He adjusted his body to
straddle her and nudged against the warmth pooling between her legs. Every so often, he’d
rock his hips, eliciting moans from her lips. "I've been dreaming about this ever since I met
you in the woods all those years ago," he whispered desperately in her ear. "Every night, I
dream about you.”

Anne held him closer to her in response. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I've dreamt
about you too," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he teased her earlobe with his
tongue. "You know...Diana told me about your intentions to seduce me. You weren’t subtle,
I’m afraid. At least not to her.”

He chuckled. "Seduction isn't exactly my area of expertise. I just thought I'd give it a try,
that's all."

"Oh, but I digress," Anne assured him. "You seduced me, Gilbert, without a shadow of a
doubt. Oh, but I don't just mean this afternoon. You seduced me a long time ago."

“Anne, you seduce me without even trying. Which is why I wanted to return the favour.”

He groaned at the sight of her - her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining, and her lips parted. His
Anne always wore her emotions on her sleeve, and now was no exception. He rolled his hips
against hers, letting the unmistakable evidence of his arousal press against her. His eager
hands shoved up her chemise to expose her bare torso, leaving a trail of heated kisses in its
wake.

"Gods, Gilbert," she moaned as every touch caused her whole body to clench up. "I think I'm
dead because this must be heaven," she gasped out, more to herself than to him. "

A satisfied grin spread across Gilbert's face as he revelled in his power over her. With each
touch and kiss, he could see her composure slipping away bit by bit. Nothing could ever
compare to the feeling of reducing Anne to this state of nirvana. It was his greatest triumph,
his highest calling, and he relished every second of it.

Desperate to make her his in every sense of the word, he sealed his lips over hers as his hands
roamed freely over her body. They only broke the kiss when their lungs burned for air. “I
need to see you,” he panted against her ear. “All of you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, anticipation and apprehension mingling in her voice. “I hope you won't
be alarmed by what you see.” He reassured her with another tender kiss before sitting her up.

“Impossible. May I…”

She answered by raising her arms, and he gently stripped off the cotton fabric, relishing every
inch of skin revealed to him. Once the garment was discarded, he lay her back down, his
hands twitching with the desire to explore, yet overwhelmed at the same time. Lowering his
head, his mouth fastened onto her rosy, puckered nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing. She
writhed beneath him, the sensations shooting through her body and pooling between her legs
where Gilbert proceeded to fondle her once more.

Forgetting his objective to take it slow and steady, he blazed his way down her body and
discarded her bloomers with a swift tug, leaving her naked on his bed. With the slightest
hesitation, he touched his tongue to her sensitive folds before pausing and glancing up at her,
desperate for feedback on his most difficult exam yet.

“Shall I continue?”

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded and her whole body trembling. He dipped back down to run
his tongue tenderly over the soft pink flesh, hearing her cry out his name over the thumping
of his heartbeat. Focusing all his efforts on locating her clitoris, his heart swelled in victory
when he found it. He gave it all his attention, having paid close attention to Bash’s lessons on
the subject of female anatomy.

Despite being a novice, Gilbert was a quick learner, like with most things he put his mind to -
and once he mastered it, he threw himself into the task with unrelenting fervour. He lifted his
head every once in a while, only to groan at the sight of Anne completely undone because of
his attentions, giving him the assurance he needed to continue.

Following his own advice to go full steam ahead, his mouth descended on her with more
ferocious intent, applying firm pressure to her hardened bud while his tongue danced rapidly
across her flesh. Anne moaned and writhed beneath him as he relentlessly drove her towards
the edge of her pleasure, determined to bring her to the highest peak before easing off with
one final lick.

As he slid up her body, his lips met hers - soft and tender, his fingertips lightly grazing her
cheekbones. "Oh, but I'm not done with you," he whispered huskily, not giving her time to
recover from what his lips and tongue had done to her. He pressed his palms firmly against
the sides of her face as he bent to kiss her deeply, pouring all of his love and affection into his
every touch.

In a moment of clarity, Anne drew back from their passionate kiss and refocused on Gilbert
with determination in her eyes. "Will you marry me?”

“What?!

“It seemed like the appropriate time, considering we're about to make love,” she explained as
if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She giggled in spite of herself. “I never
thought I’d act like this…but then again, I never thought I’d get adopted or have friends or
meet the love of my life. I certainly never thought I’d be seduced.” She shrugged. “So how
about it?”

He couldn’t answer. All he could do was return his hands to her face and kiss her with all the
joy and love he felt, moulding his body to her own. Running his hands tenderly through her
hair, he pressed one last supple kiss to her lips before drawing back.

"If we do this," he breathed between peppered kisses to her face, "there's no going back."

Anne met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I know," she replied firmly.

"You'll be mine," he reiterated, wanting to ensure she understood the weight of what they
were about to do. As he spoke, he slipped his hand down to cup her intimately, delighting in
her immediate reactions.

"I want to be yours," she replied without hesitation.

In a flash, he shot up to tear his shirt off, to which she assisted him with much laughter as
awkwardness ensued. Before long, all items of clothing had been stripped, with the sole
exception of his drawers, which he kept on for safety's sake.

Anne's eyes widened in shock. “Oh, I just realised the rest of my clothes are in the kitchen,”
she confessed between giggles. “Bash will discover them when he gets home. Oh dear..."

Gilbert's blue eyes twinkled with mischief, knowing exactly how Bash would react to finding
Anne's clothing scattered about. He lifted his hand to touch her cheek lightly. "I think we’re
safe. Just so long as Marilla doesn't come over and inquire after her missing daughter.”

Anne's face twisted with fear before relaxing into a contented smile. "She'll find out
eventually, won’t she? I think she’ll be happy I’m marrying someone she already considers
part of the family. So I'm not worried."
In spite of all his plans to seduce Anne, nothing could have prepared him for the ultimate
outcome, and he sniggered as he touched his forehead to hers. “I have no idea what I’m
doing,” he chuckled. “I’m not prepared for this part.”

“Neither am I,” she giggled. “But you know us. We're always challenging one another and
striving to be the best. This is just another one of those." Her hands found purchase on his
shoulders, her eyes boring into his with unwavering determination. "I'm ready if you are,
Gilbert Blythe."

With a desperate groan, he collapsed atop her, the weight of his body pushing her into the
mattress. “Gods, Anne, I love you, and I want you so much,” he choked out, his voice raw
with longing and desire. With a primal growl, he pressed his lips against hers, devouring her
with unbridled hunger as his hands sought out every inch of soft flesh. “But let’s try an
alternative to making love. Better safe than sorry, eh? The less complications, the better."

Anne nodded eagerly. "Like I said, I'm ready if you are."

As their lips came together, their bodies fumbled for the perfect angle. As their bodies shifted
together as one, they groaned in surprise at the sensations - almost akin to lovemaking.
Staring deeply into her eyes, Gilbert studied each flicker of expression on her face.

“Anne, are you…all right? How do you feel? I know it's not exactly making love..."

Anne shook her head, her eyes shining with awe. “Oh, are you sure? I feel so…full. It’s such
a remarkable feeling. I’ve always felt this hollow emptiness, so to feel this full…it’s a
miracle.”

His heart swelling with a heady mix of love, concern and admiration, Gilbert delved his
tongue deeply into Anne’s mouth. He wanted to take her far away from her horrible past and
plonk her firmly in the present. As they broke away from their passionate kiss, Gilbert’s hand
slid down Anne’s body, finding her sensitive nub and gently caressing it with his thumb. She
let out a soft moan as he whispered words of love and devotion into her ear.

Anne’s tears mixed with their sweat as she held onto him tightly, allowing him to ground
deeper into her, exploring different angles and speeds with his hips to elicit the most
incredible sounds. He relished in the power he had over her pleasure, loving that with just a
slight movement of his hips here or there, he could render her obsolete.

“Gods, Anne,” he groaned as he quickened his pace, kissing her with fervour and tangling his
hands in her hair. “How are you feeling?”

"Just...don't stop," she begged.

Her desperate plea stirred something deep within Gilbert, who responded with a primal
urgency. He became more frantic in his movements, rubbing against her harder and faster
until they reached the highest pinnacle together.

As they came down from the peak of passion, Gilbert rolled them to the side and tenderly
held Anne in his arms, running his fingers down her spine in an endless series of strokes.
With a cheeky glint in his eye, he dipped even lower to fondle her backside. This earned him
a delightful giggle as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his teasing touch.

“You choose the day,” he whispered.

Anne glanced up at him with love in her eyes. “And you can choose the venue.”

Smiling at how easy it was to compromise with her, he leaned in for a steamy kiss to turn her
bones to liquid - not that he hadn’t done so already. Taking advantage of her weakened state,
he pinned her to the bed and kissed her with abandon.

“I’m glad we settled that so quickly,” he murmured into her lips. “That way, we can focus
on…more important things.”

“Like you seducing me, for starters?”

“Hmm, I consider that a job well done. Bash will be pleased."

Anne nodded in agreement. “Yes, you have succeeded. Too bad I didn’t get to recite some
poetry for that extra romantic touch. I wrote some to impress you, and now I’ve forgotten it -
my own attempt at seduction, if you'd like to know."

“You’ve always been an expert on making things up,” he reminded her, running a lone finger
along her thigh. “Recite some to me now…”

She tried to form the words, but his lingering touch and intoxicating scent were too
distracting. “How can I? When you keep…”

His skilled hand returned to its favourite spot, causing her to arch and moan. “Now that is
poetry," he declared huskily. "I'm sure Shakespeare would agree.” With a saucy wink, Gilbert
dove under the covers to recite some verses into her flesh as he worked his way back down
her body. He let out a deep, rumbling groan as he let his warm, wet mouth tantalise her
sensitive areas a second time before plunging his tongue deep inside her.

As she fell apart beneath his mouth, he smirked triumphantly against her thigh before kissing
his way back up her body, settling on her neck to nuzzle and leave playful bites. “I’m still not
done with you. Nor will I ever be…”

Anne laughed breathlessly, shaking her head in disbelief. “What am I getting myself into by
agreeing to marry you?"

"What are you, indeed?"

With another wink, he kissed her again, fully prepared to keep her in this bed for as long as
possible. Yet, a loud yell downstairs interrupted the peaceful moment. They both let out twin
sighs of relief when they identified the familiar cries of Bash rather than the stern voice of
Marilla.

Exchanging kisses, they took their time dressing each other. “Telling Bash will be easy.”
“Telling Marilla and Matthew will be much harder.”

Taking her into his arms, Gilbert smoothed her hair back. “We'll take this one step at a time.
Slow and steady.” A smirk played across his lips as it was the same advice he used when
setting about to seduce her. Only this time, Anne was right by his side.

Hand in hand, they set out to brave this brand-new challenge together.
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