Hello all! After reading these books, I felt the need to write about the characters as always when I loved the story. This is my first Fifty Shades one shot, and hopefully, it's not too bad. Just testing the waters, ah! I'll leave you to the reading. Leave feedback if you can, and I will be glad to write more if you do so :)

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Christian's intentions had been clear to Anastasia since the night she signed the NDA. He liked it rough, and he liked to do the rough on cute brunettes like her. Seeing the Red Room he had upstairs for the first time and feeling the pleasure of her husband of nineteen years on her skin, turned her on like she had never believed it would.

Anastasia knew how much that room meant for Christian, and to make him happy and let him channel his dominant ego in some ways, she decided not to get rid of the big suite where his favorite games where located. It seemed to her that her choice had been good – her husband looked more giddy after beating the shit out of her in that room, always trying not to hurt her in the process, and this made her happy. He wouldn't bear for her to walk away from him like the time he had punished her with his belt, the only time she had really left him.

This had been a compromise. Christian would have the perks of being his dominant, megalomaniac, controlling, self in the Red Room. While Ana would have lots of vanilla sex and cuddles, couch make outs, and stuff that her dearly beloved husband had barely known the existence of or practiced before he fell in love with her.

They did their kinky fuckery – as Anastasia loved to call it; whenever their children were not at their home at Escala. It was the safest way not to let them know about this. They had often asked them what that locked room upstairs was for, and both Ana and Christian had dismissed the answer, saying it was simply a storage room and it was off limits.

Now it was another time when their kids were dropped at their grandparent's house again. It was Sunday, and despite Carrick and Grace had wanted them to join them for lunch, Ana and Christian had pretended to have to drive to Portland for a work meeting.

The Greys had believed them, of course, not noticing Anastasia's implied lustful voice as she told them that they were indisposed to attend. However, they said goodbye to their son and daughter at eleven in the morning and told them the same lie before making sure that they had left the big house. They received a text from Phoebe where she told them that they had just arrived home to their grandparents, and then decided to drive off to their old penthouse, back in the city.

Anastasia eagerly knelt down with just her panties on as her husband made an appearance in the room. He weirdly didn't close the door with the keys, but who cared. They knew they were alone, as Taylor and his wife were at their current family house.

"Stand." Christian ordered, his tone firm.

She stood up, turned to the wall as he liked. She could look him in the eyes unlike the subs he used to have – she was his wife after all, and Christian seemed to beat the fuck out of her in that room, but he had still lots of regards for her; he still didn't want to hurt her.

"Turn" he asked icily, and the brunette stood still in front of her husband, who was now forty-five but still damn hot in those cut jeans. He actually looked like one of those Hollywood actors who just got more handsome as they grew old. She was glad.

He cupped her breast with a hand and squeezed lightly, making her feel already. He could see the pleasure failing her eyes and almost shutting them close. "Not yet, Mrs Grey."

She nodded and kept her body still. She had got used to be steady by now, although it was still hard not to feel anything at Christian's touch. "Yes." She murmured.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Sir."

Christian caressed her cheek with his knuckles and his hand traveled slowly towards her other breast. She thought he would stimulate it like he did with her left, but he didn't. He continued his journey over her body to the hem of her panties, which he let slid off her hips gently. "We won't need those, Mrs Grey." He whispered as he lowered down a little to kiss her sex once her La Perla's were down on the floor.

Anastasia felt the need of him down there, but he still didn't want to satisfy her. "Not yet, Anastasia" he echoed her thoughts. He took her hand hand lead her towards the four poster bed, motioning for her to sit down on the edge. Then she followed him when he went to the set of drawers where he kept his toys, and knew perfectly what he was going to do when he turned with a set of handcuffs and winked at her.

She loved when they spent their mornings in that room, far from their jobs and their children. Okay, they adored their children. This was certainly sure, but they also needed time for themselves every once in a while.

After their new addition had been born, finding the right moment for the good fuck had been very hard. Little Ben – Benjamin Grey, was still two months old, and was I need of cures and protection more than his older brother and sister. He was actually lying in his comfortable crib in their bedroom with a baby monitor next to him on the nightstand. This way, they could easily check on him. In fact, at this moment, their newborn was the only one allowed to travel with them and to be there at Escala while they were upstairs doing their games.

But not for long.

The elevator of the penthouse opened the doors quickly to reveal Teddy and Phoebe. The older Greys, unwelcome while their parents were hiding in their Red Room bubble, came to their other home to grab few things they needed.

"We shouldn't be here, Ted" Phoebe admonished her brother. "Dad said not to come to this place unless security is with us!"

Teddy Grey rolled his eyes. "Dad is too apprehensive. Just because we are unguarded, means we are going to get hurt. I needed few books, by the way. The library here has few volumes that we haven't at the big house."

Phoebe raised her eyebrows. "Is that so? I never noticed" she shrugged as they walked their way to the enormous library that Christian filled with lots of first editions over twenty years before.

"That's because you rarely read."

The girl glared at her brother but decided to ignore him. She was more like her father, to be quite honest. Not that she didn't like literature, but she preferred business and fashion more than anything. Her brother Theodore was the opposite. He didn't dress like his schoolmates, loved to write and his dream was do that for his entire life. He was his mother's child completely.

Teddy and Phoebe quickly grabbed what they needed. They would be heading out as soon as they got the books, but a noise caught them with surprise. They turned at each other. Phoebe wasn't scared, she was a strong girl, but Teddy was on the fence. "It could be really anybody" he murmured in a sigh.

"Where did it come from? Maybe take security with us was not a bad idea."

"Bee? Are you scared? Because if you are, stay here. I'll go check. I'm sure it's just Mrs Taylor or the new cleaning lady of this penthouse." Ted whispered, heading towards the source of the noise. "It comes from the bedroom. Stay here if you'd like."

"No!" Phoebe shouted, walking forward her older brother. The glass of wine her grandparents had let her drink not before than one hour ago was making her bold.

Teddy followed her, reaching her and walking at the same pace. The two young guys opened the door as the sound grew louder. They looked around, until they both realized what was or better, who was wailing out loud in their parents' bedroom.

Phoebe was astonished. She looked at her brother then at the crib next to the bed, and in one quick step, she reached down to pick up her newborn brother from his bed. "Hush, Benji. Hush" she said to the baby as she caressed his back the way her mother had showed her.

The older Grey cut the distance from his sister. "What the hell is he doing here?"

The girl shrugged. "I don't know, Ted. The last time I saw him, he was in mom's arms and sleeping. Dad told me they were going to take him to the lunch meeting with them. Is it possible..."

"What?"

"Bee, what if they didn't have to go to any lunch meeting?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Of course it is. But why would they be here? What's so special about this place? Our house is bigger, if they wanted to do the dirty without us knowing, they could have done it in one of the spare rooms."

"Nah, mom and dad don't care. Have you heard them last night?"

"I wish I didn't" Phoebe tried to suffocate a giggle. "For God's sake, I know they love each other. But they can't spend two days apart without having to touch each other."

"I've heard mom say that is because her doctor gave it the green light." Phoebe was frowning. "I don't expect you to know what that is, sis."

"Idiot, I know what that is. Wow, it must have been hard for dad to not give into her."

"Watch your mouth, Phoebe. They could be listening. I'm sure Ben is not alone."

"What should we do? Wait for them?"

"What? No! Since we are sure that they came here to have privacy, let's sneak out before they find us. I know some place we can hide."

Phoebe nodded and kissed her little brother's cheek before she turned on her heels and left the room with Teddy. The older guy went to the kitchen and took something from the island, making her frown in annoyance because he wouldn't show her what it was.

She kept following him to this place he wanted to hide in, but didn't realize what it was until they reached the upper floor, the one with the locked room, spare bedrooms and a laundry room.

"Ted, where are we going to hide in here! The doors are locked and the laundry room is claustrophobic." Phoebe complained.

Teddy put a finger on her mouth to shut her up, then he showed her what he stole on the kitchen island.

"What is that?"

Teddy smirked. "What do you think it is?"

"Locked room?"

He nodded. "It was on the island. I believe whoever put it there, left it carelessly."

"Do you want to hide there? But, Ted, they might be in that room!"

"Nope, I don't think so. For what we know, they might be on the pool table or under the shower."

Phoebe looked disgusted. "If you say so. But I have heard a noise -"

"Hush!" he tried not to shout. His sister regarded him with annoyed eyes.

"Hush yourself" she muttered. "And listen, we better go in the laundry room. I think they are in that room."

"I've said they aren't. When you're going to listen to me?"

All of a sudden, they heard someone scream the name Christian out loud. Teddy thought it was his mind hallucinating him, but then he heard a male voice shouting Oh, Ana! And then moan, a loud moan and out of breath moan.

"Shit, they're there." Ted motioned for the laundry room and closed the door shut when his sister got in.

The claustrophobic room was closer to the locked room, and the audio... "What the hell?" Teddy murmured as the noises, grew louder.

Phoebe looked at her brother in disbelief. "Shut your ears, Bee" he ordered her, but she didn't.

"Are you kidding? I'm not a four year old!"

Christ, Ana! They heard scream from the locked room. Come, Mrs Grey, come for me they voice continued, as they heard the climax exploding nearby.

"Hush, sis. Hush."

They kept hearing until the moans stopped and they heard their parents coming out of the locked room and locking it again. They were talking about enjoying themselves and complimenting each other... "They're disturbingly sugary" Teddy whispered.

"This is only because you got dumped few days ago."

Teddy elbowed his sister on her forearm, making her jump and kicking him on the knee in return.

"Let's go" he said, trying to change the subject.

"Where to?"

He made a face. "How come... where to? Mom and dad just left the locked room, it is our chance to see what's in that place.

"I'm not sure I want to know now."

"You don't?"

"Ted, mom and dad just had several orgasms in there. What do you think that room is for?"

He rolled his eyes. "We can't know if we don't find out. Come, or else sneak out and leave."

Damn, Teddy was so harsh sometimes. "Alright, I'll come."

The older guy opened the door of the laundry room, then, making sure that his parents had gone securely downstairs, he held the key of the room in his greedy hands and put it in the lock. He waited that Phoebe was out of the laundry room too, before he tried to turn the key and open the locked room before him.

"Dammit" he whispered.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to try it?" Phoebe offered.

He shook his head. "The door won't open."

"What? Let me try it."

Teddy let go of the key with a flustered face, watching as his sister couldn't open the lock either.

"Brother, I think you've taken the wrong key" she chuckled, shrugging at Ted.

The guy snorted, then looked up and motioned to leave. He was seriously pissed. His sister followed him as he went down the stairs. The pair reached the kitchen silently as they made sure their parents weren't there, and put the key back up on the island. Then, as they arrived, they sneaked out of their own penthouse and decided to move on and go home. Maybe it was fate that they would never know what was in the locked room.

When they made sure their curious son and daughter had left Escala, Ana and Christian sat up more freely on the bed. They were completely naked, and they had wanted to lie bared to each other since they had tired themselves out in the Red Room, but couldn't do it before Teddy and Phoebe would go away. They weren't prude, but they didn't want their kids to find them making love or cuddle with no clothes on, at a place they shouldn't be.

"That was close, Mrs Grey" Christian murmured as Anastasia breastfeed their baby Ben.

"Told ya, Mr Grey. Our babies are smart. I got alarmed when Sawyer called us and told us that our precious children were going to have a detour here."

Christian smirked. "Bad idea putting the keys on the table."

"It was."

"But what could have I done? We were already giving it hard when we realized" he sighed and caressed Ben's head as he sucked his wife's milk.

"Good thing we had the only key to the Red Room, or else – I'm not sure I would have known what to explain to them."

"Me either" he told her earnestly. "Thank you for the baby monitor right here."

She nodded. "Life savior, baby monitor!" She giggled. "Although we could not stop our climax when we came. They are going to hold it against us forever."

Anastasia held her baby tight while he sucked. She smiled at the memory of her very husband doing the same not too long before.

"Ashamed, Mrs Grey?"

She blushed. "Not at all, Mr Grey. Teddy is graduating from high school in a month and Phoebe is doing good at her school. I think we can both agree that we are modern parents, aren't we? And it's evident that we do what we do, otherwise, Benjamin would be inexplicable. Our children are smart."

Christian lowered his eyes, looking away with his shy smile.

"No way!" Ana shouted, making a face at her husband.

"No way, what, Anastasia?"

"You are being coy, Christian."

He rolled his eyes. "Because our children have heard us? You wish. You heard it yourself, this wasn't the first time they overheard. Although I need to shield my baby daughter from sex. She can't get addicted like me. Not until she's thirty, at least."

"You are so cute when you are jealous." Ana said, making him smile sheepishly again. He was so handsome when he smiled like that.

"Fair point well made, Mrs Grey. Of course I am jealous of what is mine" he said as he put his hand on her exposed sex, making her shiver in response.

"Ours" she clarified.

"Ours" he echoed. "Like the red Room. Speaking of which, we were lucky this time that they grabbed the wrong key. We have to always keep it with ourselves unless we want our children to think we are crazy sado-masochistic, nypho parents. We need to be more controlled."

"As if we weren't, Christian." She teased him, while she unlatched her baby from her breast and put him down in his crib. He had fallen asleep while they were talking. "And maybe, someday – when we will be dead..."

"Don't you dare to say that." He warned her, a thin sarcasm in his voice.

"Whatever you say, Mr Grey. We better get ready and leave."

"I thought we would be doing round two?" Christian wondered, his head on his hand and his elbow on his leg.

She raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. "You are indeed so contrived."

He grinned knowingly. "Well, I'm waiting. Are you up for it, or not?" he extended his arm and touched her there. He knew she was ready again.

Anastasia stood up from the bed and grabbed him by the arms, then turned until he was in front of the bed. "I am always ready for you, Mr Grey. I'll never stop being ready."

"Alright, then let's get this done with, then we can come back to our dear children."

She put her hands behind his neck to grab his hair and pushed him over her. Their bodies clashed and they kissed vehemently, and their swing started again.

Their kids might never know about the Red Room for at least a couple of years, but they won't stop sneaking out and coming to play in it, until they will be, well, old and grey.