It had been 4 months since she last saw him. He had returned to school after the holidays and she had returned to work. Their wedding was now less than a month away. Gilbert was nearing the end of Medical School at long last and that meant that their excruciatingly long engagement would finally be coming to an romantic end with a June wedding.

As excited as she was to be married, she was more looking forward to actually seeing her beloved more than a few times a year. Letters were wonderful but they had nothing on time spent in the presence of her favorite person. After all, she had been in love with him (even if she didn't always know it) since she was about 16 years old and yet she barely had the chance to explore everything that love entailed. When they were at Redmond together, there had always been people around and her own stubbornness had ensured that they were friends and nothing more. When they were in Avonlea, there was never a moment of peace thanks to friends, family and Rachel Lynde. Even after they became engaged, their time alone together was fleeting. Over the most recently holidays, the only alone time they had gotten together as an engaged couple was walking to and from dinner at the Wright's. Stolen kisses in the woods just were not good enough for her anymore. She was hopeless for him and could not wait for the day she would become Mrs. Doctor Gilbert Blythe.

Sitting down at her creaky, old desk, Anne found herself reading the letter again. The letter that told her Gilbert was able to make it home for Easter- a first for him since starting medical school. She smiled as she brushed her fingers over her name written in his sloping script- My Beloved Anne-girl he had written at the top of the page. She had arrived back to Green Gables the day before thanks to a break in the school year for Easter. Now she was just waiting, impatiently, for her love to return to the place they both called home so she could spend some much needed time with her soon-to-be husband. She laid the letter down and looked out the window, her eyes search the road that led to his farm. The road she had walked so many times to go study with her academic equal; the road that they had walked together as friends; the road that would soon lead to her new family.

Gilbert was due to arrive tomorrow. Her excitement faded a bit as she realized she needed to wait a little bit longer. She made her way back downstairs and busied herself making a cup of Tea. While her water boiled, she looked around the quiet house. Marilla and Mrs. Lynde had gone to spend the night in Charlottetown as Marilla was due for new glasses. The twins had accompanied them and left Anne to keep up Green Gables on her own for the evening. She was unused to the quiet and she found herself rather lonely in the big white house all alone, despite the fact that she was a grown adult soon to be married.

She poured the boiling water into her mug just as she heard a light knock at the door. Confused as to who could be knocking at this time of night, she made her way to the door and turned the handle slowly with trepidation. Her hands came to her heart as she saw who was behind the door. A familiar tall, curly haired man looked shyly at her clutching a battered leather suitcase and a bouquet of flowers with a bright smile on his handsome face. Anne could not restrain herself as she jumped upon him, hugging his neck as tightly as she could as a small squeal escaped her. Hands still full of luggage and flowers, Gilbert simply kissed the side of her pale, slender neck and whispered,

"Now that's how a man likes to be welcomed."

She let go of his neck regretfully and pulled him into the house and shut the door behind him. Gilbert set down his case and the flowers and turned back to her, meeting her eyes with an unrestrained heat in his gaze. Before she even knew what was happening, Gilbert had pressed her up against the door with a dominance she had never known possessed. Their lips met with all the heat and passion that had pent up over the months apart. Her small hands found their way into his curly locks and her nails lightly scraped across his scalp. Gilbert groaned into the kiss and pressed even more against her, bringing their bodies flush as his hands found purchase on her slim hips.

When they finally broke apart for much needed air, Anne looked up at him with blown pupils and slightly swollen lips. He gave a shaky smile and ran a hand softly up and down her side.

"I missed you," was his simple statement.

"I noticed," she said with a wry smile. He blushed.

"Where's everyone else?" He asked her as he glanced around, seemingly just now noticing the stillness of the house.

"Charlottetown. Marilla needed new glasses and since I was here to keep things going, they thought today was the best to travel. They will return tomorrow afternoon," Anne said simply, "I was not expecting you until tomorrow."

Gilbert smiled at her again, "I wanted to surprise you… and I finished my exam early enough to catch the early train." He then started, as if realizing that he still had Anne pressed up against the door, bodies flush, her hands in his hair and his on her hips, covered only by a light nightgown and her dressing gown. In the heat of their reunion embrace, her dressing gown had slipped off of one shoulder, exposing her pale, smooth chest and the tops of her smooth, white breasts. He licked his lips, tightened his hold on her hips and captured her lips in another searing kiss. This time, there was no slowing down. She clutched his hair as he ran his tongue across her lip and she opened to him easily. His assault on her mouth did not slow even as his hands worked upwards to undo the tie around her waist holding the dressing gown in place. Taking his cue, Anne moved her hands down to the buttons of his coat, undoing them quickly before working on his brown jacket and vest. His hands had moved inside her dressing gown to her waist, covered only by the light spring nightgown. She could feel his heat and strength through the soft fabric and she ached at the sensation.

His lips broke from hers but quickly reattached to her smooth neck to continue his assault of kisses and small nips on her sensitive skin. She didn't even realize what she was doing as she let out a soft groan and moved her own hands inside his layers of clothing to feel his chest, covered only by his white button down shirt. She was aroused in a way she had never been before and the heat between her legs was only growing. She could feel his arousal against her thigh as she pressed herself against him even closer. Gilbert suddenly pulled away from her neck,

"Anne we should stop," came his strangled voice as he tried to avert his lust filled eyes. Anne reached a hand up to bring his face back to center and to force his eyes to meet hers.

"I don't want to stop," she replied sincerely. Gilbert's eyes widened and he blinked a few times.

"No… Are you saying…. We can't…." He faltered as he looked at her with a mix of concern and lust in his soft eyes but she stopped him with her next words.

"No one will know. You aren't even supposed to be here. We will be married in less than 2 months. Three years is much too long and I am tired of waiting for you, Dr. Blythe," She reached up and kissed his full lips again before taking hold of his hand and began to lead him toward her bedroom. Despite her bold actions, her head was slightly reeling. She wanted to do this; she had missed him terribly and she was head over heels in love with him. She had some light nerves; she had not anticipated this tonight and though she felt ready, she had some fluttering nerves. But, he would be her husband soon and she really couldn't wait any longer before she found out what happened when he left go of his seemingly supreme self-control. Once she had entered her room and closed the door, she finally looked up to meet his eyes again. Seeing the love reflected there, she felt her nerves ebbing away because she knew she wanted this-she wanted him… not in a month or two. Now.

Gilbert seemed frozen in place as he stared at her. She removed her dressing gown and hung it on her wardrobe. Following her cue he removed his coat and jacket and vest one at a time and laid them nicely over her vanity chair. She sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the spot next to her to urge him to do the same. He sat, acting more like a scared animal than a man in love as he fiddled with his hands and averted his gaze. She reached out a hand to grasp his, ended his fiddling.

"Gilbert, please relax. If you want to wait until our wedding night that is fine." At her words he finally looked up and met her gaze, his eyes still full of lust and resilience. His hands stilled and he took a deep breath,

"There is nothing I want more than this. I just do not want to take advantage of you or push you or-" She cut off his rambling with a searing kiss. He melted into the kiss and moved against her slowly, pushing her back down against the bed as he hovered above her body. She felt as though she would burst with the sensation of it all. They had not been perfectly chaste in their engagement but they had never gone anywhere close to this far; previously they had kept it to heavy kissing and light petting and there had been one time he had slipped his hand up her skirts to her thigh. Now, it felt so right that she could hardly contain her need for him that had been building over the long years of engagement. She reached up her hands to undo the buttons on his simple white shirt. Gilbert had again moved his lips to her neck with a swift nip, causing her to moan in pleasure. He nipped down her neck lightly causing her to rip open the last button as the sensation rolled through her. He pulled away when he heard the small ripping sound and she pulled the now freed shirt open, bearing his broad chest to her. Her breath caught- Gilbert was extremely muscular for someone who spent his days hunched over textbooks; apparently those years of football had done him well. His chest was defined and chiseled and there was a trail of dark hair that disappeared into his trousers. The sight was enough to send heat straight to her center and she could feel the wetness forming.

Gilbert sat back on his heels to remove the shirt the rest of the way before coming back to press atop her body. He looked at her deeply as he brought one knee up between her legs, softly pushing them apart and moving her nightgown further up her legs. Eventually he stilled, his leg between hers, close to her throbbing center and her nightgown just barely covering her sex. He closed his eyes and spoke in a soft voice,

"Are you 100% sure of this, Anne?"

"I have never been more sure of anything," came her truthful reply as she pulled his face down to hers and recaptured his lips. Gilbert finally seemed convinced that she wanted to do this and he sprang into action. His knee moved the rest of the way to her center and she moaned at the firm contact. She ground her hips down upon it, seeking friction and contact to fufill the need she felt there. He reached down to the base of her nightgown and drew it further up, over her hips and stomach until it rested just below her breasts. He paused, as if waiting for permission and she lifted her upper body off the bed and lifted her arms. He smoothly removed the nightgown and tossed it on the floor. She laid back down fully on the bed and looked up at his slack jawed expression as he took in her pale breasts. He brought a calloused hand up her ribcage and brushed one rough thumb over her peach colored areola, causing her nipples to harden instantly. She gasped at the strong sensation from his touch and ground her hips down again as she felt her need growing stronger by the second.

Anxious for more, she reached up and pulled his lips back down to hers again but he only gave her one searing kiss before moving his head down to her breast and he kissed around the small mound before finally drawing her aching nipple into his warm mouth. His teeth brushed over it lightly, drawing another moan from her lips and she grasped the sheets of the bed tightly as he suckled one of her stiff nipples and then the other. Her need was nearly unbearable now and as if he sensed this, Gilbert drew one hand down her stomach softly before stilling it right above the top of her simple white underwear. He looked at her seeking silent permission which she met with a begging cry,

"Please."

His big hand dipped down into the white fabric, through damp red curls and finally to the throbbing spot where she needed him. He stroked a calloused finger lightly up and down, testing the wetness before inserting the digit into her sopping folds. She gasped at the intrusion and gripped the sheets again- nothing had ever felt this good. Gilbert gave a devilish smile and pumped the finger a few more times before brushing his thumb across her most secret nub. Pleased with her reaction, he added another finger to her folds, stretching her walls gloriously. He continued at a fevered pace with the two fingers, punctuated but brushes of his calloused thumb against her sensitive nub. She felt pressure building and she was drawing closer and closer to something as her body sought a sweet release. She thrashed lightly on the bed, writhing with pleasure as his pace picked up slightly. She was nearly there when he reached down and drew one still hard nipple into his warm mouth and drug his teeth across it. This sent her over the edge as she moaned his name while waves of pleasure rolled over her body and her walls convulsed around his talented fingers. When she came back to reality, she looked up in utter surprise and contentment.

"I had no idea you could use your hands there", she said in wonderment, still reeling from the high. Gilbert smiled and looked down at her smugly before speaking,

"Anne-girl, there is so much you don't know about pleasure between a man and a woman. That was only the beginning. Medical school is informative if nothing else." She looked up at the man who had given her so much pleasure and noticed that his eyes were black with lust and his pants had grown very tight.

Feeling bold, she reached up and made quick work of the buttons on his pants and pulled them down quickly. Gilbert sensed what she was working toward and helped her along by pulling his pants the rest of the way down, followed quickly by his underwear. He now hovered over her, fully naked and she could see everything. His penis was large, thick and long as it throbbed, fully erect. She reached out a tentative hand to grasp the member and at her soft touch Gilbert collapsed down on top of her with a strangled groan. His eyes found hers as his hips thrusted lightly against her thigh, his erection rubbing against her smooth skin.

"Anne, I need to be inside you. Now," came his assertive voice. She was not surprised by his boldness in her bed; Gilbert was bold and passionate in every part of his life. Nevertheless she was completely turned on by it. He reached down to guide his penis to her wet entrance and just as the tip pushed inside, he stilled once more and looked to her for one last confirmation. She nodded and reached her hands up to his firm buttocks and swiftly pulled his hips down, pushing his member into her, causing her walls to stretch uncomfortably and she whimpered slightly. He drew back out slowly and pushed back in harder and farther this time and she felt a pinch when he was fully sheathed within her. Gilbert gave a low growl as he stilled for a moment and allowed her to adjust to the full feeling. She finally gave him a slightly nod and he moved into action, drawing out slowly before pushing back through the slick folds. The pain faded with each slow thrust and he must have noticed the fading pain on her face as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her tight walls, causing her pleasure to replace the feeling of pain.

His hand came up to her breast as he thrust smoothly in and out. His fingers played with her nipple , pinching and rolling it back to a hard peak as the pace increased even more. She was crying out in pleasure now, moaning his name as her nails raked up and down his strong back. The pleasure continued to build and build until the dam broke for the second time that evening and she cried out in ecstasy. At that moment, she heard him whisper her name before his penis shuddered and he drew back out quickly to spill his seed on her stomach. She was impressed at his concern even in the heat of the moment. He was making sure they would not regret this later with a child born a little too quickly after marriage.

Both spent but not willing to move, Gilbert allowed his weight to sink down upon her body. His lips pressed a few soft kisses along her collarbone as her hand softly stroked his firm backside. Eventually he rolled over to lay behind her and draw her up against his chest. She sighed in contentment at the warmth and comfort of being in his arms, his body pressed up against her and his fingers lightly stroking the underside of her breast. She felt herself growing sleepy and before she dozed off, she heard his whispered words in her ear.

"I can't wait until our wedding night, Anne-girl."