The end of reality:

*I have not abandon the story, just stuck on where to go next. deaconlost

How do you define reality? the vision, the smells, tastes? The senses working to make sense of the chaos about us. The ideas and thoughts crafted from books and lessons? How do you define the undefinable? How do you learn to be more than you are or were every meant to be? how do you return to normalcy?

The blood red rimmed yellow orb we call the sun rose this morning as the dust swirled with the memories of seasonal rains. We sit on the remains of this lost place, on this lost road. Abandon to all but the three of us. Well' the survivor's. fourteen friends lay moaning in the dust, next to the five in bags. I suppose more of the wounded enemies lay scattered about us are clinging to life.

I watch the swirling dust, feel the beating rotors echoes across this forlorn dusty plain. We wait for the cavalry to arrive. Too little; too late for the five in bags, and the two who just vaporized, nothing but the soles of their boots remained, in this carnal fog of war. I wait for my mind to define reality. I wait to recover my senses. I wait in vain. Watching without seeing, a thousand yard beyond my mortal coil.

All I can do is stare across this blood soaked plain, begging God for mercy from this nightmare; I have existed in for too long. I can't bear the pain of having lost so many and taken even more. I let the sorrow take me as My General hops out of the Blackhawk, his Stoner light machine gun cradled in his arms; his comfort blanket in war.

I see my friend, my sister, the daring roommate, reporter extraordinary: I dragged out here to keep me company during our summer vacation before our senior year at WSU. I need the credits for my Masters in Game Theory & Logic, wasted time on my minor in English Literature. I had to come out an be with daddy.

I feel his hand on my dirty, gunpower stain face. I look up thru him, beyond him. I see buzzards circling the plain. Waiting for the living to retire so they may feast: I wish reality would return to me. I beg my soul to not remain locked in this purgatory of dead and pain.

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Katie-pov

Has the Blackhawk banks over the lonely outpost on the lonely road AH76, on a nameless plain in the wilds of Afghanistan. Little more than a toll station for bribes and petty theft. The General told me just fifty native troops were station here. The compound is just forty feet squared and three levels high or was before the assault.

I follow Ray out the door. We see the three survivors sitting on the rubble, the body bags and the wounded laying atop more body-bags. Waiting to be carried on them into the Helicopter bay or sealed in the bag, for loved ones far away to cry and mourn.

Anna, is blankly staring; holding a M203 way to big for her. LT. Sawyer's M60 cradled in his arms with the barrel dropping off to the side. An African-American soldier I don't know, between them, his SAW before him, the barrel broken, melted beside the weapon. They look stoned, but after last night. Any mortal being would be numb and in shock. I gaze around the plain, must be a couple of hundred bodies just around the LZ. The Blackhawks wheels rest in the remain of several.

"three" Anna says as Ray touches her face. I look quizlike at her, What?

"All the ammo we have left. I saved for us." Anna mumbles as Ray take the weapon, handing it to a trooper and take his daughter in his arms. I stare at my gentle roommate, she saved three bullets too insure they were not captured by the Taliban. She is stronger than any person I know. I turn a weep into the fast-rising sun; for my friend, who has no tears this day left to weep, for the loss of her innocents.

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Day before:

The convoy is motoring across the plain to Dawlat-Abad. We pass the lonely outpost four-three, a toll crossing and security check point, at the cross road to the old Russian basecamp near the mountains, some ten miles east down a dirt road. The five strikers are speeding down the paved lonely highway.

"boom"

Looking up from the third striker, I see the lead striker, Lt. Meyer's, falling from the sky. Brakes scream, wheels wail as we swerve off the road, into the dusty plain to avoid the crater where the lead Vehicle died. A flash scream past us. As our top gunners open fire.

"Hongjian-8!, suppression fire." Lt. Sawyer screams thru the radio from the last striker. We beat retreat back towards Andkhoy, the main city of Faryab Province. The Hongjian-8 is a wire guided anti-tank missile, requiring the gunners to be steady under the counter fire. I marvel as three more misses. We are nearing the end of there range. I settle for the ride back to the Andkhoy 4th-Striker-Bn basecamp.

I see the three-storied fortified tower built within layers of berms and k-rails. Suddenly the far horizon beyond it is crowded with more pickup trucks, the type the Taliban like to use here. SHIT. "Pull into the Check point, vehicles form a line behind the berm." Sawyer drawl over the radio.

The tactical layout is good, we have radios. Walls and berms to absorb the firepower. Water, ammo and ration to hold till the reaction force rescues us. Plus at least forty to sixty Afghan regular to bolster our twenty-four, well twenty-three soldiers, I'm just a grad student getting some field experience in tactic and strategy. We lost eight in the Lt. Meyer's Striker.

We arrive to a deserted outpost. The Afghans have escaped or join the enemy. The radio fires the air with word: Local Taliban reinforced by the outside fighter is besieging the Basecamp in Andkhoy. We are on are own tonight. I take a spare A4 and ammo, its going to be very scary and brutal. I shake at the reality of our tenuous existence, here and now.

Xxxxx

Four am:

The last attack has broken us, and destroyed the remaining enemies. The fight was close, I can remember the face of the man when I spit his skull with Sgt. Moore's sharpened edge wood handled WWII-entrenching tool. His anger, fear and sorrow played thru his eyes, as life left him, ripping a part of me with him.

The whimpers as my flechette rounds from SPC-4 Wilson's M203. I inherited the M203 during the midnight assault, piled the bodies between the remains of the Striker vehicles.

I tremble as visions of the human wave attack beginning the twilight attack, their final attempt to take us; at 3am. They roped the afghan deserters in a column of ten, five deep and marched them into us, a shield to get close. I remember walking about the area after the twilight heralded the sun appearance; Soil is soaked with blood, so much blood it oozes around my boot prints. At least two hundred men in this acre of waste land. I walk back to the Luke and Paul. They have laid the wounded on the body bags to make it easier when they die. The dead are already bagged. The enemy can feed the wildlife.

I sit and check my A4/ grenade launcher combo, my M203. I have just the three rounds left. I promise Paul: I would make sure we didn't fall into the savage's hands. Luke holds his M60, its barrel bend to the side, don't know whether he hit someone with the red glowing thing or it just melted and warped during the last rush. I don't think he even knows it's bent, the last M60 barrel, all the others ones are bend and warped.

Paul fired his SAW/M249, burned thru the last ammo as they breached the remains of the Keep. The barrel just fell off has he batted the first Taliban in the door, then used the ragged red-hot end, still cooking off rounds, as a bayonet on the next on. I took the third with the shovel. Everything after that is a surreal blur of blood and gore. I wish the preceding hours were a blur, but they were not. Cursed with clarity of my sins, the images haunt me.

I sit here with my brothers on our rubble, our holy ground. We few, we lost everything here: our youth and innocent, our souls will forever bear the burden of this place and our sins.

For we have committed the unforgivable sin of soldiers, the greatest sin on the battlefield. We have survived. I cannot see anything beyond the flashes of last night. Sitting here waiting for the rescue or my three bullets. Strange visions, smells, sounds curl in the dust, the winds. How do you define reality, the vision, the smells?

Senses working to make sense of the chaos about us. Failing. The ideas and thoughts crafted from books and lessons. Failing. How do you define the undefinable? How do you learn to be more than you are or were every meant to be? How do you return to normalcy? Was I ever normal to begin with? Could I ever be normal again?

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Seattle Christmas weekend:C-pov

I scream unending at the pain of the knife in my shoulder. Four subs attacked me in my penthouse. Jason, bleeding from four bullet wounds, is holding Gail's arm, to stop the bleeding.

Leia, the artist, lays without a face on the floor before me. The still smoking gun; the gun I shot. The gun I ended her life with lays between us. Susannah, the lawyer, is crawling away toward where I don't know, I doubt she will last, before the police arrive.

Tina, the curator, is staring at me from the sofa. A hole the size of tea saucer in her chest; one of Jason's, I think. Cindy, the failed doctor turned nurse, is beyond Gail and Jason. Her throat crushed, by me after she slashed Gail's chest and near severed her arm. I stagger to the stairs, a knife in my shoulder blade grinds fresh pain with every breath and movement. Courtesy of Leia while I was crushing Cindy's throat.

Three painful holes in my arm, and thigh. From Susannah gun, before Jason shot her. I stare at her gun, the gun I used to end Leia's life. Such a small thing. I start to blur into slow-motion distorted world as the men-in blue arrive. Mom's not going to be happy about this or my life style.

Reality has crashed on me. The fantasy I lived for so long is gone. that I am master of my fate, Dominant and Sadist. That I was a good person. Or Bad person. The folly, hubris of my ego. The ID. I have fallen to this, place and time. Super-ego flares and extinguished, as the room spins in muted surrealism. As the police move about in cartoonish glee. The world disappears: first sound, then smell. I can't taste the blood in my mouth. Or feel it drip on my chest. I see everything and nothing. I mourn the dead fantasy that kept my sanity in check.

The surreal painting, I now live in darken, slowly making the blurs, smears of black and white. I fade as one question burns in my mind "How did they get the elevator access code?"

Xxxxxxxxxx Week later:

I watch my mother have a meltdown as I confess my sin's and failure as a son. Dad just stands stoic and blank near the door. I don't know if I have a family after this? I don't know anything about tomorrow, me the ultimate control freak is without a plan, or thoughts of how to deal with tomorrow. They leave as my demons rise and take my reality away. They never said a word after my confession. I've lost my family, a mother for the second time. I wonder if the windows open or I have the strength to smash thru them. I think the room is high enough in the hospital to end this mortal coil.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx May 1st

I sit in my office, looking out my window. The company has recovered from my assault and outing as a Dom. This morning in Court: Eliana Lincoln was sentence to life in prison without parole, her ex-husband got off easy with drowning himself as the police arrived to arrest him; tied a hundred-pound anchor to his neck and toss it overboard. Eliana guilty over the subs access to my penthouse, was cemented by Leia's video tape on her phone of Eliana giving them the code.

I was supposed to give the graduation speech at WSU at the end of the month. But my infamous sex life killed that. Despite the millions, I gave them for research or the new Agri-Center. But that is life. I watch the seagulls float beyond my window the turbulence between skyscrapers'. Envious of their freedom from this world of pain.

"Mr. Grey? you're due at Group Therapy in one hour, you have to leave" Andrea tinny voice over the speaker phone. I was shocked how few employees left me over my BDSM lifestyle. Hell, I notice a serious up take in leather apparel, after I return from the hospital, in my staff. To many movies and soft-core porn books about BDSM and Romeo-Juliet romance. I blame the whole vampire craze.

"Alright; ask Jason to meet me at the elevator in five minutes. I stand picking up my bag, letting the weight of the laptop pull me towards the firing squad. I don't know how I let myself get talked into group therapy. That Limey Charlatan conspired with my family. They promise to let me back in if I get help. So far nothing has helped or worked.

I doubt this outdoor groups, activity therapy thing will do anything for me. At least today it's Rappelling off a wall down in the southwest industrial section of the city. I like Alpineing, not much of vertical face ability, but I like hiking up the hills. The challenge of it, myself and nature.

I drive my R8, Taylor follows in the SUV, arrives to a group of about twenty people, a mix of men and women. The only thing we have in common is traumatic incident has drive us mad, according to our shrinks. Some crime victims, crime stoppers and veterans. We are all battered and destroyed psyches.

I wander around listening to the leader drone about safety and this and that. They start up a ladder to the roof.

A shutter shakes my frame. I feel a shifting in my world. I look about. I feel eyes boring into me, so hurtful and merciless. I turn to a waif hidden in an oversized hoodie, faint whispers of brown hair, and Rayban's mystify me. Hidden in the shadow of the hood, masked by the sunglasses. I know her. I feel her.

Anna: I'm locked at looking at a god fallen to earth. He doesn't look like the pictures Kate had for her article of him for Graduation. He was supposed to give a speech. Then the scandal stopped that; can't have a sex pervert give a speech to impressionable college kids. Scruffy is the word, with the week-old stubble, the shallow colored skin and the red rimmed eyes. Eyes I see on myself in the mirror. He turns; look at me; seeing thru my barriers, searing my soul. Making my body sing in ways I never knew existed. It's like he's my personal catnip.

"Want to skip this and get a coffee and watch the birds?"

Anna: He asks me to go with him for coffee? He spoke to me. I can't believe he did that. The image of the sex slaves, what did they call them? Submissive, yea that it; petite, brown haired sluts. So! Adonis thinks I'm a slut, a submissive. Fleeting thoughts as my mouth functions. I would like to be his sex anything.

"Maybe? I'm not a submissive."

"I didn't ask you to be, I just asked if you wanted to get a coffee and watch the birds float by."

Anna: Watching the birds float by? Strangle, it what I find myself doing a lot lately. I want to watch birds float by with him. Those eyes hold me frozen between brain and heart. Maybe I should run away? Maybe I should say yes? I blink a say.

"Ok, let's go."

"Where too?" I ask unsure where to go and what to do. I've never dated before or asked someone, let alone a girl to coffee, without an agenda, a plan.

Anna: What? Mr. control freak is letting me make choices, decision. I game the scenario in my head. Nowhere does it play like this with what I know of him. Maybe he isn't like he was. Do I take the chance and go somewhere secluded? I love to stare at Blake Island Marine park, while I read; waiting for therapy at Tacoma General. Mooks park is the right mix of public and private. Pastry from Bakery Nouveau water my mouth. Yes, that's it

"Me-Kwa-Mooks Park after Bakery Nouveau. We can watch the birds on Blake Island" shesays with a sweet, melting my stone heart voice.

"Ok where the bakery?"

Anna: "it's on California Ave SW, just past SW Alaska St…"

"ok, the GPS should get us there. My lady!" I sweep my arm in a graceful arc towards my Audi R8 Spyder. She giggles as I nearly shoot-off in my pants. She owns me without seeing her face or knowing her. I hand her into my car, the electric shock and motion is such that hoodie falls off her head.

Anna: I cannot let go of his hand. The electric tingle is so intense and rips the armor from my soul and heart. This is the stuff of fiction. This is love and lust in one big ball of everything. EVERYTHING!

Blue eyes peek above her fallen Rayban's, lush's brown hair, a goddesses make-up-less face freezes my soul and fires my heart. Everything I am, will be is defined within these eyes. searing my soul.

"We should go?" she whispers just above a mouse voice. She feels this thing between us too.

"Ah! Yes? Before the teacher give us detention." I race around the car and we burn rubber out of the industrial park.

"We could have stayed? I've never had detention. Kate my roommate tells me it can be fun with the right guy?" she laughs.

"Never had detention. I bet you were super nerd, 4.0. (pronounced four-point-ooo)

"I'll have you know wiseass. I have never cut class, been suspended, not one minute of detention and I graduated three years early. So blaa" She ends raspberrying me. I stop at a light and lean over and kiss those smart mouth and begging lips.

"BLARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" the car behind us honk, I break the kiss and drive away. WOW! That was WOW!

"I've never been kissed before. Is it suppose to be? so? WOW?"

"I don't know. That my first kiss. And it was WOW!"

"Mr. Kinky BDSM sex god of Seattle Washington never kissed a girl, not even one of your subs?"

"No! Miss smartass, smart mouth. Kissing is intrusive, intimate. I never was intimate with them. It was just sex. With you I believe I want more?"

"I believe I want more of you too, especial the kissing. Maybe I'll let you tie me up?" She says tongue and cheek. It hits me like a fifty-pound bag of cement. During the kiss she touched my chest and back. I slam on the brakes turning into side residential street. Panic explodes within me.

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Anna-pov

The car slams in a sliding brake till we are stopped half way down a tree lined street of house. Christian throws the car in park, and just melts in panic and tears. I'm stunned. What is going on with him. I unbuckle and cuddle him, feeling his pain and fears. Slowly leave him. As my fears and worries leave me. its strange and exciting that we are each the balm for the other's Prometheus chains.

Like a zombie I move him to the passenger side. I drive away, as his head rest on my shoulder. I feel happy. he is calm.

I get some coffee and pastries from the Bakery and we cruise to the park. Looking out across the Sound at Blake Island Marine Park. Watching the birds and sea life, both natural and man-made drift by. I hold him to my chest, stroking his stomach and chest under his shirt. we just melt into one being, one soul.

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Taylor-pov

I watch the pair cuddle in the Audi. Welch is working on a background. I was worried when they slammed into a residential street and parks for close to hour. I could see them huddle in each other's arms. She moved him to the passenger side, he's look out of it. Did she drug him?

They hit a bakery and then the lookout at Me-Kwa-Mooks Park. They cuddle, kiss and make out, then just mellow in each other's arms. Walking close; I see her holding him, stroking his chest; his chest?!

She can touch him. After the attack his Haphephobia was on overdrive. Just getting close was enough to cause a full-blown panic attack and shutdown. His recovery in the hospital was drug induced coma, to give his body time to heal.

Now this unknown girl is touching him. I need information on her.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!"

I look up at an old friend. Rolling down the window. "Hey Luke what's up?"

"why are you stalking my girl?"

"She's YOUR GIRL?" I demand. Then what is she doing with Grey!

"She's my client!" he barks. SHIT I relax. Thank god he's on the job.

"He's mine"

"Well I'm taking her home. Now. You might want to control your freak"

I step out of the car, he backs a step. I move into him; the young pup needs a lesson in respect. Christian is more than my boss, he is my friend. More than that I feel like his older brother, needing to protect him, from the world and himself. I'm old, but still a rock and a very hard place. Sawyers eyes bulge as air leaves him body from the ground tapped right upper cut to the coeliac plexus (solar plexus)

"Alright Guys break it up!" I hear Christian bark. We roll apart and see the two of them. His arm around her shoulder. Her's around his back holding his waist. They look relaxed and calm, even happy. I wonder what is going on?

"Jason?"

"Luke Sawyer is her CPO. I am Mr. Grey's CPO. Sawyer wanted to interrupt and take Miss?"

"Anastasia Steele, Mr.?"

"Jason Taylor. Mama."

"Luke?" she asks

"the General is not happy you skip out on therapy. Or with him."

"Him is Christian Grey. We are exploring our relationship right now. Dad can suck skunk about it. I'm hungry black knight?"

"I know a quiet restaurant; Daniel's Broiler near Leschi park." Grey says

"I've been there, love the Dungeness crab legs, spinach, Pernod, CRAB ROCKEFELLER covered in Gruyère & hollandaise" she purrs.

"I've always liked the LOBSTER penne MAC & CHEESE."

"Let's go, you two work it out. Luke call my dad, tell him I'm twenty-two, graduated 4.0: genius. I know what I'm doing!"

"Well! What are you doing?" Luke barks back

"I'm taking a leap, we both are. We both what to grab the brass ring. (on old fashion Carousel there is a box just out of reach of most riders, dispenses brass ring. The ones daring enough to lean out and risk the fall, grab a brass ring, a token for a prize or free ride. Grasping and holding onto the brass ring is said guarantee your wish at that moment to come true) We are going to see where this spark leads too." She says walking way with Christian's arm over her shoulder.

I turn to Luke "Well?"

"I'll meet you at Daniel's Broiler: if the General doesn't kill me first. You did get she is General Steele's daughter?"

"Look Luke. I worked for Steele before you. I known him and him me. His daughter is safe. But I'm going to let nature take its course. I think they both need each other to survive and be happy."

"Jason. I trust you, not Grey. The General will have his own take on this. But one mark and Grey will disappear. And any one protecting him."

"I know. I know. Let me get on the road before they get too far away. Here's my card with contact info."

"Here's mine. See you at Daniel's Broiler near Leschi park." I drive away secure in the knowledge that General Steele would kill Christian before anyone could prevent him. But I believe from Gail that love and happy future is possible. I want my boss and friend to have that.

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christain-pov

After dinner we wander the lake side streets and park paths. I feel her in my arms, need to own her. No, the idea is abhorrent to me. I need? I need to be possessed by her. I need to be wanted for who I am, not want I own.

"Christian, I'm tired. Can we go home?"

"To your place?"

"No, I'm staying with Dad in Seattle, it's too far for Kate and mine condo outside WSU."

"Come home with me."

"To your tower in the sky?"

"The tower is gone, babe. I have a house slash compound on Mercer, north of Groveland Beach Park, off of Bonney St..."

"want to show off your etching kind Sir?"

"No. I want to strip you naked, before the fire. Soft lights and Spanish guitar strumming in the air. Wine and snacks on the fireplace step. Has I gentle worship you down into a sea of blankets and pillows." I say moving from a voice too a whisper in her ear. Nibbling her lobe and neck.

She drags my face around to her lips. The world explodes as we disappear into the ether world of our bliss.

"Anna, let go home. Babe." I take her waltzing, back to my car.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Christian house on Mercer island:

The fire is roaring, as I gather wine and snacks. I return to the great room to find all the seat cushions on the floor and bunch of pillows from where I don't know. Gail walks in with several more and couple of throw blankets.

"Well that strips the guest rooms and spares. I pull bathrobes on the sofa. I will not be back in here. No one will be in here till you call us. Be decent, or its frozen milk & cereal for a month. Anna the third room down the hall is Christian's with a full bath. Christian be good." She starts to leave, lean into me "Be happy, she loves you and you her. Relax" as she leaves us alone.

I walk up to my suddenly shy and afraid girl. slowly making her mine with kisses. She pushes back and strips off the hoodie, leaving her in sport sweat tee shirt. She is frozen in the act of taking it off. I step up and remove it.

My mine fills with rage and revenge at the scars on her chest. I know what whip marks are.

"please don't. don't pity me?" she whimpers. Pity her. PITY HER. That is not the emotions I am failing to control

"Who did this to you? I will kill them." I hiss barely able to control the words as my rage peek over my control.

"Their gone; a long time now. It's why I never show skin."

"babe, you are beautiful. Perfect. I will always love you." I say stripping my shirt off. She sees the burns and touches them. I feel no pain or fear.

"I have severe Haphephobia, my mother, my birth mother was a crack whore who sold her body for drugs. Her pimp like to abuse me, burn me. let perverts touch me. These are all I have left of her love for me."

"your wrong. These are markers of your will to survive. Be more than the horrors you endured." She speaks to my soul, kissing each burn. Exorcising my demons.

I remove her bra and jeans. Laying her on a bed of pillows. I kiss her scars making her skin blush with need. Slowly I work down to the apex of her thighs.

Licking the button, making it pulse and enlarge. Nipping and biting. Slowly working my fingers in to loosen her. I run my other hand up and knead and pinch her breast. Perfect fit in my hand. Perfect response to me.

I slide up her body worshiping every inch of skin. Tonguing her belly button. Making her scream and thrash as the first of many orgasms takes her. I move back and forth till she is quiver mess of blissful sated Anna.

I sip the wine watching her. She has the cutes dimples when she moans, rubbing her sex. Lost in the dream, I hope it's me? My free hand plays a concerto on and in her pussy. Making her moan louder and needier. This is my world. I could live frozen in this moment and place forever. I drift to sleep.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Anna-pov

I look down at him, I snuck out to our bathroom to clean up. My body is happily sluggish and deliciously sore. And we haven't even arrived at the main event. I cuddle down into his arms, he senses me. opening them to take me while fast asleep.

I watch the quarter waning moon backlight the clouds float overhead. The skylight is wonderful. I can image us, laying here in the rain. Watching the rainbows drop splatter on the glass. I wonder if fireworks are close enough to be seen thru it.

My mind wanders to what I want, need. I need only Christian. Its stark reality jolts me. The girl with nothing. The messed up nutjob girl, with Haphephobia to rival his. Whose own father can't hug her. Lets this stranger do anything with her body.

When I removed the shirt, I saw in his eyes my father fury. Then the outpouring of love and emotions. Making me giddy with acceptance.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The dawn break thru the skylight. The flowered bush in the window sway with the gentle morning breeze. I rise slowly to a sitting position. Looking about the room. The dishes and cloths are gone. a carafe of orange juice and croissants beckons from the coffee table. I smile at Gail's kind heart.

I pour a glass of juice and munches on a croissant, Chocolate croissant my favorite. I marvel at my reality right here and now. For the first time since last summer, I feel normal, alive and happy. Happy without the drugs that cloud my mind. I sip the juice, looking at the reason for my blossoming.

The kraken stirs. Stretching and smirks, eyes barely open. The smirk transforms to a smile. He rises on his elbows; an arm pulls me to him as he steals a bite of my croissant. I pull a piece and feed him. We giggle as me finish the juice and pastries. I feel so comfortable in this intimate setting.

"Anna, I'm hungry. For you and food?"

"Well we need a shower, follow me Alec d'Urberville." I grab his hand rising and pulling him to our bathroom. He snatches the bathrobes from the sofa.

"I though myself more Gabriel Oak than Alec d'Urberville or Angel Clare. I was Alec maybe a little Angel?"

"you kind sir; are no Angel Clare. Last night showed some talent for Alec's debauchery. Gabriel Oaks the simple Shepherd? I think you're more William Legrand or Crane's Black Rider, you kind sir, are the main character In The Desert."

"you dear lady wound me. surely, I am Nathaniel Bumppo or at least Dixon Steele?" he quibbles.

"you as Bogart or Cliff De Young or maybe Daniel Day-Lewis with a lot of Steve Forrest; don't make me laugh"

"Tormenting me, have mercy on me." he whispers as the hot water steams the room and hides are touches. Making me scream his name. I slink down his body licking and tasting his essence. I knee taking his manhood in my hands.

I stroke and think naughty thoughts. very naughty thoughts. that Cosmos subscription is going to pay off. I lick, swirling my tongue and humming a very merry tune as I piston on his core. "ANNNA!"

I quicken my pace and work every muscle in my mouth. I feel him shutters grabbing my hair. "AAHHHHHH! ANNNNNAAAA!" he unleashes in my throat. I suck till he is limp in my mouth. I sit back, smacking my lips, looking up into grey eyes. eyes alight with everything for me. little old me.

We stay staring for a while.

Later:::

Dressed we eat in the kitchen, enjoying the finches on Gail's bird feeders. The happy characters' flit and flirt around the shrubs. Dipping in the bath, searching the catch plate for fallen pieces of food.

It's nearly noon. I look about at this fantastic Kitchen I can't wait to cook and bake here. I look at Christian, feeling his mellow mood. Now that I'm recharged, I want to christen the bed. Make the main event. I want to stand over him and shake my hand in the air. I am the Champion!

"That smile is telling, with that blush. But alas we must postpone the rubble in our room. Your Dad is inbound at 1 o'clock"

"you know how to kill a mood. Grey"

"Hey? I'm not the wayward child."

"wayward child! You can wait till next week for the event, you cad!"

"If you can wait that long? I'm sure it will be a burden to remain chaste for you to take my virtue?"

I look around realizing Gail and Jason have left us alone. I stand and waging my tail, move to him, grinding and rubbing on him, my best copy of Kate at the club in heat.

I feel his guy stiffen. I rub my unharness tits in his face then run for the great room. It takes a moment for him to chase. I have a pillow when he enters the battle room.

We pillow fight till we are before the fireplace making out. I love my man. Love? Yes love!

"GROWLLLLLLLL! ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE!" General Raymond Steele barks. I roll to Chris side. Looking up at my father. I can't help but smile. This should of happen when I was thirteen, not twenty-two. Caught making out with my boyfriend. I guess were late bloomers, Chris and I.