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"I have had enough love stories to get old" Catherine Parr had wrote that. She believes that. Or she used to. She used to believe that her four husbands on her old life were what she was going to get, that she would never find love again. If she ever actually loved any of them. It took one person to change her mind. It took one gorgeous, witty, intelligent, sweet (and maybe a bit of a gremlin) person for her to change her mind about love. Of course, the person didn't know what she did to poor Cathy. She felt butterflies whenever she would see her laugh, and whenever they would talk, Parr felt happier. Partially happier. Catherine Parr had a crush, and she loved spending time with her, but she knew the other person didn't feel the same, and her feelings sink whenever she thought of that.
Still, there she was, sitting on the sofa, watching a movie and cuddling with Anne Boleyn (aka one of her favorite people ever, aka the person she was basically in love with). Cathy had her head on Anne's lap as she played with her hair, looking at her from time to time with a smile on her face, but quickly looking at the movie again. Every time Anne did that, Parr would blush and smile a bit more, also quickly turning away, trying not to show it.
That day, they were the only ones in the house, since the four other queens were out for dinner, and Catherine was obviously zoning out, enjoying her crush's touch.
"You okay?" Anne asked her after a while, smoothing her forehead and snapping Catherine out of her daydream.
"Yeah." She smiled at her and Boleyn took her hand.
"You look a little out of yourself. What's up?" she stated, stopping the movie they were watching.
"Nothing, Anne. Everything is okay, alright?" Cath didn't mean to sound harsh, but that's how it came out.
"I'm sorry but I don't believe you. You've been off for weeks, I'm worried." Anne said back and Parr sat up, going to the opposite end of the sofa. "Seriously? I just want to help, don't shut me off. Please."
"You can't help me, so just leave it." Parr shot back, a bitter feeling on her stomach as she pushed away from Anne.
"Maybe I can, babe. Please, let me try." She asked and Catherine felt her eyes water.
"Don't call me that." She told her and closed her eyes shut.
"O-okay. You just never said anything, I thought you didn't mind.I-I'm sorry." She said, her face falling.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed. I'm going to my room." Parr got up and almost ran up stairs to her room, feeling tears going down her cheek. I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up, she kept thinking as she closed herself on her room and buried her face on her pillow, her tears soaking it. She felt sobs shaking her body, her body sinking into the mattress miserably. She felt so stupid: she was completely shutting Anne out, but what else could she do? It's not like she could confess her love for the other woman. Boleyn would probably freak out and hate her. She couldn't do it. So she just cried her heart out, waiting for the terrible feeling to pass. Then Anne knocked on her door.
"Cathy? Can I come in?" a little panicked, Parr attempted to wipe her tears and to not sound completely destroyed.
"Yeah." Catherine heard her own voice crack as she sat up and answered the question. Anne entered the room and when she saw the other woman, she went fast to sit beside her.
"Hey, what's going on?" she put a hand over Cathy's and she closed her eyes.
"I'm overwhelmed, that's all." She tried to smile and Boleyn put a hand on her arm.
"I know this is a really bad timing, but I think we need to talk." She told her and Parr felt her heart sink.
"I- yeah, maybe we do." She said, stumbling on her words as her stomach turned.
"I- I don't know how to tell you this, but..." Anne sighted and bit her lip nervously, getting Cathy's hands "I like you, Cathy, and I want to take you out on a date." She blurred out.
"You're shitting me?" Parr stared at her shocked.
"It's okay if you don't want to, I just had to tell you, I'm sorry, I screwed up, I'm- " Anne starts rambling, being cut short by a pair of lips quickly colliding against hers. "What?"
"I want to go out with you. Damn I've wanted to go out with you for so long." She said and they both chuckled. "That's why I've been so weird. I thought you'd hate me or something and I was just overwhelmed because of everything-"
"Cath? Shut up." Anne asked her as she leaned back into the other woman and kissed her passionately, wrapping her hands around Parr's waist, pulling her closer. Cathy tangled her fingers on Anne's messy hair, sitting on her lap and wrapping her legs around her waist.
They moved in synchrony, their lips discovering each other's mouth, face and neck. Anne's hands traveled inside Cathy's shirt. Eventually, Parr pulled away and took that part of clothing out. Anne stared at her with amazement, smoothing her stomach and kissing her chest.
"You're gorgeous." She said in between kisses, and Cathy moaned softly. Anne pinned her down on the bed and took out her own shirt, their hips connected and moving together. It felt so right, so perfect, Catherine for a while thought she was dreaming. She giggled when she realized that Anne Boleyn was indeed on top of her (looking inhumanly hot) as she tied her hair up and smirked seductively at her. That was really happening.
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Anne's breath was steady behind Cathy, her hands tracing patters on the second woman's bare back and arm, kissing her shoulder. Parr turned around and smiled at the beautiful woman beside her, putting a streak of her long dark hair behind her ear and resting her hand on her cheeks.
"I'm sorry." She whispered and Anne put her hand over Catherine's.
"Don't worry, baby girl. I get it." She told her and got closer to her, kissing her forehead.
"I was so rude to you, and I pushed you away. The last thing I deserve is a chance with you, but you're here, laying beside me, looking absolutely perfect. So I'm sorry, Annie, I'm really fucking sorry." Cathy said and Anne gently pulling her chin up.
"Hey, look at me." She asked her. "If anything, I don't deserve you, Cath. You were scared, and I get it. Really, it's okay. Look at us now." Anne got her hands, interlacing their fingers and kissing her lightly. Cathy smiled and yawned, cuddling into Anne and nuzzling her bare chest. "Cutie" she heard Boleyn whispered and felt a kiss to her hair. "Goodnight, darling."