Dizzy
Marian was proving to be a bother yet again. This morning she was stood in Anne’s way lecturing about God knows what when Anne must leave to attend a meeting with Mr. Washington by the pits. Aunt Anne and Ann remained quiet during the quarrel and Jeremy, well he was silent simply because he was hard of hearing.
“You really should start thinking of others…” Marian’s voice became foggier by the second, and Anne squinted as her surroundings began to go blurry, what on earth was Marian saying?
Anne tried to focus her eyes on her sister but couldn’t, they travelled to Ann, but she seemed so far away, and the voices was muffled like she was under water. Her head started reeling,
“Anne are you alright?” Ann asked suddenly interfering in Marian’s on-going lecture. The brunette frowned as she could hardly hear nor see,
“I’m fine, I’m always…” Anne put her hand to her head, the dizzy spell didn’t waver, the room started spinning around and suddenly she felt herself moving – she was falling to the ground and for a few seconds everything went black.
“Anne, look at me.” Ann’s voice called from a distant and Anne’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to regain her vision. Soon the contours became clearer and she could see Ann kneeling beside her and her sister who stood on the other side, and her aunt who looked quite worried from where she was sat. Anne tried sitting up, but Ann pushed her back,
“Just lie still for me for a few seconds, Anne. You’re dizzy.”
“It’s fine now, it was just that one- I’m fine, really. I’m late for my meeting with Mr. Washington.” Anne tried, pulling a hand over her face to stop the pounding in her head. Ann’s wrist felt her forehead and she frowned,
“You’re burning up, Anne. I’ll send a note for Mr. Washington explaining that you’ve come down with something.”
“I’m fine.” Anne protested and Ann glared at her,
“You’re not fine, and I am ordering you to stay put.”
Anne rolled her eyes at Ann but stayed put, nonetheless.
“Can I get up now?”
“Are you still dizzy?”
“Well, yes but it’s better, the room isn’t spinning any longer – it was Marian’s excessively boring lesson that drove me mad.” Anne muttered and Marian were about to protest but hadn’t time because the blonde gave her a look,
“Anne, I want you to take hold of my arm, and I’ll help you upstairs.”
“I don’t need any help.”
“We’ll see about that.” Ann muttered, before lending her hand to Anne who reluctantly took it, not wanting to be helped. As soon as she stood, the room started spinning again and Ann placed her arm around her waist to secure her.
“Slowly, Anne.” Ann reprimanded as she carefully led the brunette upstairs. They made it into the bedroom and Anne stopped suddenly, looking a bit green, Ann glanced up at her worriedly,
“Do you need something to throw up in?”
“No.” Anne replied with her lips tightly shut, as she seemed to swallow whatever had risen in her throat. Ann made small comforting circles on the small of her back before helping her to bed.
“Sit down, Anne, you’re going to faint again if you don’t.” Ann told her softly and the brunette seemed a little insulted at that,
“I didn’t faint, I fell over because I almost died of boredom at Marian’s natter.”
“Anne.” Ann said running her hand over the woman’s cheek,
“Fine. Maybe I fainted a little – but if you ever tell anyone about that…”
“Anne, are you threatening me?” Ann raised an eyebrow, “Because that’s the last thing you want to be doing right now.”
Anne bit down her tongue and glared at Ann, she was not one to be babied and she was not one to get ill either.
“I’m fine – can I go?”
“You’re not fine, you are burning up with fever, you’re cold sweating and you just fainted. If you move an inch from that bed Lister – you will have no wife by the morning.” Ann scolded her tutting her index finger at the brunette whose eyes widened,
“You’re not serious?!”
“Dare to test me, Lister. It’ll make us both very unhappy.” Ann gave her a warning look and the older woman sighed defeated on bed.
“Fine, but you’ll stay here with me? Do not send Marian to take care of me.”
“Through sickness and health, remember?” Ann smirked and finally Anne smiled again,
“Yes. Good. Excellent.”
“I’ll help you with this.” Ann kneeled before the brunette and Anne smirked down at her,
“Really?”
“Don’t even think it, Lister – it won’t serve you any good.”
“I like it when you scold me and call me Lister.” Anne wiggled her eyebrows, winking at her and Ann rolled her eyes at her before working on unhooking the shoes and placing them on the floor. Warm, gentle fingers ran up the brunette’s legs and she gasped softly, and Ann raised an eyebrow at her,
“What? Oh, I can’t help it – it tickles!” Anne defended herself and Ann just shook her head at her laughing before rolling down the left sock and then the right one putting them with the shoes.
“I can undress myself.” Anne said humorously and Ann looked disbelievingly at her,
“So you can leg it and go to that meeting anyways? I don’t think so – you’re staying put young lady.”
“Young lady? Why, I haven’t been called that in ages.”
“When you start acting your age, I might stop calling you that.” Ann retorted and Anne chuckled quietly as the blonde threw her cravat to the ground and started working her way down Anne’s waistcoat.
“You know you look incredibly handsome in green?” Ann told her as she undid the green striped waistcoat,
“I do?” Anne mused, and her wife nodded,
“Yes. But most of all like this – with it open and your sleeves rolled up.” Ann smirked, “I’ve painted you like that when you helped on the land.”
“You have?” Anne asked amused, and Ann nodded,
“Yes.”
“Can I see?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Anne pouted and soft lips pressed against hers,
“Because you are very judgemental.”
“To you? Never.”
“Well then that’s just not being honest with me.” Ann replied smiling, kissing her wife again,
“I am – and I have told you that your painting is admirable. Can’t I see it?”
“Maybe – if you are a really good patient till I deem you well again.”
“Can’t we say if I’m an alright patient? You know me – I’m not good at being idle.” Anne bargained and Ann laughed,
“Fine – if you are alright and haven’t fallen down any stairs trying to escape your bed, then yes you can see them.”
Ann pushed her waistcoat over her shoulders and it joined the growing heap on the floor, Ann’s fingers ran over the curves of Anne’s body and stopped at her hipbone where she unfastened the black skirt and pulled it down the length of her wives long legs, discarding it with the rest of the clothes.
“Why am I the only one getting undressed?” Anne asked suddenly and Ann’s eyes fluttered upwards,
“Because you’re ill and need to rest. Stop trying to… I won’t do it.”
“That’s a bummer. I have the whole day off.” Anne tried, flashing a set of white teeth and Ann shook her head,
“You don’t have the day off – you’re ill! You need to rest and get better.”
“But I have read that it can speed recovery…”
“Oh have you really? Now that’s very convenient for you Lister. I tell you what – I’ll make you a deal.” Ann began and Anne nodded,
“I’m listening.”
“This is up to you - either I’ll give in and we’ll do it.”
“I choose that.” Anne interrupted but Ann silenced her with a hand,
“Yes, but then I’ll never do it ever again. Or you wait until you’re better and I’ll make it up to you and make it worth the wait.”
“Fuck.” Anne frowned,
“Language.”
“’M sorry, I forgot that there were sensitive ladies present.”
“Fuck off.” Ann muttered before kneeling down and unfastening Anne’s drawers,
“This is not as exciting when I know you will just force me to rest.” Anne told her and Ann laughed,
“Good.”
The drawers joined the other items on the floor and then the shirt. Anne sat wearing only her corset and chemise.
“Would you please release me from my prison?” Anne asked her and Ann chuckled,
“Way to be dramatic, Lister. That is not a prison – that’s a life saver if strung right, you couldn’t run a foot without it unless you want to hold it up yourself.”
“Excellent thinking… yes, I suppose I couldn’t. I mean it would look rather vulgar running about with ones hands cupping the ol’ kettle drums to not be caused any pain.”
“Kettle drums?” Ann laughed, and Anne with her,
“That’s what they used to call them, the boys when I was younger. They’d shout it after me. Christopher used to say it – and every time I’d be close to murdering him.”
“God… that’s an awful name.”
“Yes, it is – vulgar which suited my sentence admirably. But yes, my breasts.”
“I’d hold them up for you.” Ann smirked and Anne gasped,
“Did you just say that? You didn’t just think it – those words came out of your mouth!”
“Don’t act so innocent, Anne!” Ann laughed, and her wife tugged at her hand and pulled her down for a kiss,
“You are adorable.”
“I know. Now I’ll sit behind you.” Ann climbed into bed and kneeled behind Anne to undo her stays and her corset.
“Farewell oh good support.” Anne sighed dramatically making the blonde laugh again which was her intent precisely.
The corset and stays joined the clothes and Anne were now sat in her chemise with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll fetch you your nightgown.” Ann told her, jumping off bed and getting the thing before pulling it over Anne’s head and down the length of her body after having discarded the chemise.
“Lie back.” Ann commanded, and Anne swung her legs up and lay back against the propped-up pillows and Ann tucked her in, removing the pins from the brunette’s hair and it cascaded down her shoulders.
“Sit with me.” Anne begged and Ann sat down on the side of the bed, brushing brown hairs from Anne’s face before pressing her lips against her forehead to check the temperature.
“You’re really hot, Anne – how are you feeling? Tell me truth.”
“Cold, my head is pounding and if I move to quick the world starts spinning.”
“Do you want me to call for the doctor?” Ann asked worriedly, and Anne took hold of her hand, placing a kiss over her knuckles,
“No. I’m fine for now. But you could join me – to keep me warm.”
Ann smiled at her, leaning down and capturing her full lips with hers,
“My pleasure.”
Ann took her dress off, and all things in the way before climbing into bed and taking her wife in her arms. Anne rested her head in the crook of her neck, her arms circled around her waist and her leg draped across her body. Ann raised the covers over them and then focused solely on comforting and warming her wife up. She knew Anne was way worse than she would admit. But she didn’t want to pick a fight – so she merely ran her nails across her back and arms, placing feather light kisses over her hair, making sure she got rest. It was of course nice being together like this but also not. Anne was burning up but feeling cold, drenched in cold-sweat after a couple of hours and Ann was sweating from being so warm but she wouldn’t leave her wife when she needed her – she could stand it for now. And it wasn’t all bad, having Anne wrapped around her, needing her – was nice and the occasional kisses pressed to her throat and chin – it was worth it.
“Thank you.” Anne murmured into her neck, and Ann stopped her hands running over her back for a second before continuing,
“For what?”
“For being here with me – I know I’m a bother.”
“It’s no bother. I’ll happily stay here all day.” Ann told her, kissing her still hot forehead,
“I love you – you know, that right?”
“Yes, and I love you too even when you are a stubborn ass.”
“An ass, Christ, thanks!”
Ann smirked at her and kissed her nose.
“You’re making me dizzy.” Anne smiled, “You have since that day – when I turned around and saw you standing there.”