APOV
"Ana, you look fine. Would you stop fussing?"
"Fine? Fine? I can't meet Christian's parents looking fine." I said, slapping Jose's hands away from my hair.
"Oh god, now look what you did." groaned Kate from the doorway.
She'd been ready to go thirty minutes ago - but she always looked perfect, so it wasn't fair.
"Don't be so sensitive, Annie. We all know you look hot - hell I'd be insulted if you thought you looked anything less. I picked out this outfit, I did your makeup, and I did your hair." he said, his voice getting louder and louder the longer he talked.
"You're sure?" I asked, looking over myself in the mirror for what had to have been the millionth time.
Jose, my very own best friend/ stylist had dressed me in a navy blue spaghetti strap dress that fell to my knees, a thin layer of tulle under the skirt to give it just a bit of volume, a black bow at the waist, and slight ruching in the bust, showing a modest amount of cleavage.
On my feet were a pair of black stilettos that still wouldn't make me as tall as Christian, and in my hand was a pretty sparkly black clutch that matched the little jacket Jose had also gotten for me.
My makeup was minimal - a little eyeliner, mascara, and some gloss for my lips - and my hair was partially pinned up with small little flower clips, leaving the rest to fall down my back in waves.
"Yes, Annie, you look fabulous. As if I would let you out of the house looking anything but." he scoffed at the notion, his nose in the air as if the thought alone insulted him.
Which it very well might. Jose took fashion very seriously, and it drove him to near insanity any time he looked at what I was wearing.
I wasn't too interested in fashion, so he took it upon himself to personally make sure that I looked "fag-tastic" a version - his version - of fantastic.
Don't laugh, he takes that word extremely serious, and only uses it in extreme instances.
"Fag-tastic?" I asked, turning to face him.
He tapped his lower lip with his finger, motioning for me to spin around, and then said, "Yes, most definitely fag-tastic."
Kate squealed from the door and nearly yelled, "Yes, finally! God, come on, we're already late."
Jose rolled his eyes and smirked at me before saying, "She's just mad because she's not fag-tastic."
"Oh shut up, Jose. You know you want this." she said, shimmying her butt in his direction, her tight black dress wiggling up dangerously high.
Jose screamed, his hands flying to cover his face as he said, "My eyes! My poor virgin eyes! Out, the both of you!"
Kate and I laughed before barely avoiding being hit by one of the throw pillows on the bed as we ducked out of the door.
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"I feel like I'm going to throw up."
Kate rolled her eyes, walking up the front steps to the Grey's huge - and I mean huge, house, no, mansion - as if she owned the place.
It was times like this when I envied her ability to remain so calm, because I was definitely anything but.
"Just relax. They'll love us - who wouldn't?"
Who wouldn't love Kate Kavanagh? Well, nobody.
Who wouldn't love me? That was a whole other story. I was clumsy. I babbled when I was nervous. I wasn't rich like the rest of them. I wouldn't -
"Ana, stop doing that." snapped Kate, jarring me out of my mental tirade.
"Stop what?" I asked innocently, eyes wide, but she wasn't buying it.
"Overanalyzing everything. I can see you freaking out from here."
I sighed, "I can't help it. What if they don't like me or -"
"Annie," she said, her voice taking on the tone of someone who was trying to coax a scared animal out of some small enclosed space, "There is no reason they wouldn't like you. Now put your big girl panties on and let's go."
She didn't give me any time to think about it, because she spun around and knocked on the door.
I grudgingly made my way up the three stairs to stand beside her, and a few moments later the giant oak door swung open to reveal a smirking Elliot.
"Hey, babe. Hey Ana." he said, pressing a rather demure kiss to Kate's lips, before hugging me and inviting us inside.
There were quite a few people milling about, not that I was surprised. Carrick and Grace were celebrating their twenty fifth wedding anniversary.
Yet another reason I felt so very out of place.
Kate, on the other hand, marched right up to Grace and Carrick, enveloped them in a giant Kate Kavanagh hug, and had them eating out of the palm of her hand within a minute flat.
I was going to walk over there, really I was, but there was a waiter carrying a tray of champagne that seemed like an infinitely wiser decision.
I took a sip of the wine, weaving my way through the crowd of people and out onto the back patio - which was also covered with people.
Some of them were dancing, others standing off to the side smoking, all while soft music played out from some hidden speakers.
I took a seat on one of the patio chairs, putting my drink on the table in front of me and taking a few deep breaths.
They were just people - two of the most important people in Christian's life -
Oh god, I wasn't helping myself.
I closed my eyes and counted back from ten, but before I made it to five I heard a light chuckle that I'd know anywhere.
I looked up and found myself staring into the startlingly grey eyes of none other than my boyfriend.
"I was wondering when I'd find you. I saw Kate and Elliot so I knew you had to be around here somewhere."
"Well...here I am." I said, picking up the champagne glass again and taking a sip - okay, a gulp.
He sighed and sat down next to me, taking my hand in his, "There's no reason for you to be nervous. They already love you."
"How do you know? They haven't even met me yet."
"Because I've told them about you. Because they see how happy you make me." he said, pressing soft kisses to my knuckles.
I relaxed instantly and he smirked, "Come on, they said they can't wait to meet you."
I bit my lip but nodded - big girl panties, Steele! - and followed him, my hand in his, as he led me through the mass of people back over to where I'd last seen Grace and Carrick, except Elliot and Kate were nowhere to be found.
"Mom, Dad, this is Anastasia Steele."
Grace and Carrick both smiled, and Grace stepped forward, pulling me into a hug.
"So you're the lady who's got my son acting like a teenager again." said Carrick, a kind smile on his face, "It's nice to finally meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Grey."
He shook his head, "Please, call me Carrick."
I nodded, a blush rising to my cheeks when I realized that all three Greys were staring at me.
"We're all very glad that you decided to come, Ana. Christian's told us so many wonderful things about you." said Grace, her smile warm as she motioned for us to take a seat on the couch.
Christian sat next to me, taking my hand in his and placing it on his leg, while Grace and Carrick sat across from us on one of the recliners - Grace sitting and Carrick leaning against the armrest.
My blush clearly wasn't going anywhere, and I forced a smile onto my face before saying, "Well he only speaks fondly of the two of you - of all of you, really."
Grace smiled, looking over at Christian, and said, "I must say I'm surprised."
"Mom," he said, his voice holding a note of warning.
She simply chose to ignore it and said, "I hope that we'll see more of you, Ana. You're always welcome here."
Carrick nodded in agreement, and there was that damn blush again while all three of them looked at me.
I simply nodded, "Thank you, that's really nice of you."
Carrick waved a hand, as if it wasn't a big deal at all, and stood, "Come on, Grace, let's leave the two lovebirds to themselves for a bit."
Grace shot me another smile and then disappeared into the throng of people with her husband.
I sighed, relaxing back into the couch, before I felt Christian's hand trail across my cheek.
"You look beautiful when you blush." he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear as he said, "It reminds me of your skin after you've been thoroughly fucked."
My breath hitched at his words, and I shifted slightly as his arm slid around my waist, while his hand that was on my cheek turned my face to his.
Our lips were only a breath apart and I could see the sparkle of something dangerous beneath his eyes - something wild - and it made my stomach clench just thinking about it.
"You look beautiful tonight, Anastasia." he whispered.
"Thank you."
He smiled and then leaned forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that took my breath away - it was consuming, as it always was.
He slid his tongue teasingly against my bottom lip, and I was powerless to pull away - even though I knew that anybody could be watching us.
His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring, before it stroked against mine. His hand on my waist tightened and he pulled away, biting my bottom lip.
"God, Ana, it's crazy how much I want you."
How much he wanted me? I was pretty sure it was of no comparison to how badly I wanted him, but I didn't think now was the best time to bring that up, what with his eyes looking like molten pools of mercury.
CPOV
Ana looked positively stunning, and now that she'd met my parents I saw no reason for us not to go upstairs for a while.
I wanted her - and that fact was made painfully obvious by the throbbing between my legs- but I knew she wanted me too, and I had no doubts that if I were to pull those panties aside she'd be absolutely -
"Christian!" she said, smacking my hand that had somehow managed to snake its way up her dress all by itself.
"Sorry," I said with a smirk.
"Liar."
I groaned and nuzzled my face against her neck, "I really just want to bend you over the back of this couch, Anastasia."
I felt her heartbeat speed up and I smirked, "Can you picture it, baby?"
"Christian, stop it." she said, pushing my hands off her and standing up, rolling her eyes, "We are in public. That is highly inappropriate."
I raised an eyebrow and her eyes instantly widened, "Oh god, no, I didn't -"
I stood up slowly and said, "I do believe you just rolled your eyes at me Ms. Steele."
"Well yes, but -"
"And what did I tell you I would do if you rolled your eyes?" I asked, watching as a blush crept up to her cheeks.
"Um,"
"Say it."
"You said you'd...spank me." she said the last two words quickly, and I couldn't help but smirk.
After all the kinky fuckery we'd engaged in, she was still my shy little Ana - and I wouldn't change that about her for anything.
"So do you know what I'm going to do now?"
She shook her head, eyes wide, and if I didn't know her I'd be slightly worried that she wouldn't enjoy it - but I'd watched her lovely porcelain skin turn pink under my hand on more than one occasion, so I knew that wasn't the case.
"I'm going to take you upstairs, put you over my knee, and spank you until you're begging me to fuck you, Ana."
She shook her head, but I raised an eyebrow, "I don't remember asking, baby."
She bit her lip and followed me upstairs to the third floor, into my childhood bedroom. It was the only room on this floor because it'd once been the attic before my parents had converted it.
She looked around, and I was halfway curious as to what she thought of the room, but the throbbing between my legs pushed that thought to the back burner.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, holding my hand out. She took it and I yanked her forward so that she was bent over, her upper body on the bed, her ass held up in the air by one of my legs, while hers were under my other leg, anchoring her to me easily.
"Do you want me to spank you, Ana?"
She was quiet, her curls covering her face, so I gently tugged her hair, forcing her to look at me, "Answer me."
She bit her lip and nodded.
"I didn't hear you, baby."
She groaned and said, "Yes, I want you to spank me."
"Why?"
"Because I rolled my eyes at you."
I smirked and let go of her hair, flipping her dress up to reveal her porcelain ass, clad only in a thin scrap of black lace.
I kneaded the soft flesh, eliciting a groan from her, before bringing my hand down with a smack.
She let out a short yelp, and I watched her skin tint a light pink.
I rubbed my hand over the spot I'd just smacked, and then brought my hand down again, on her other cheek this time.
Two times later and she was wriggling in my lap, and I chuckled, "Are you getting wet, Anastasia?"
She simply groaned, so I smacked her ass again, harder this time, and she gasped out, "Yes, god yes."
I slid her lacy underwear down so that I could slide my hand down her arse and rub a finger over her pussy.
"Fuck, Ana, you really are wet."
It never ceased to amaze me how responsive she was.
"Christian," she moaned, wriggling against me again.
I brought my hand down again, this time on her dripping core and I felt her whole body tense as she groaned.
"Stop moving." I said, sliding a finger between her slick folds before finding her clit.
"Oh god." she moaned, obviously trying to keep her hips from moving.
I smacked her ass again, sliding two of my fingers inside her at the same time, and I felt her walls flutter around my fingers.
"Are you going to come for me, Ana?"
"Ye -" she quickly broke off, changing her mind and saying, "Whatever you want."
I smiled at her attempt at being submissive, even though we both knew she was anything but, and instead of responding I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, before smacking her ass one more time and feeling her clench around my fingers.
She buried her face in my pillow, muffling her screams as she came.
God, I would never get tired of seeing that.
APOV
That had not just happened.
I looked over at Christian's self satisfied smirk as we walked back down to join the party guests and knew, that yes, we had in fact just had sex in his childhood bedroom at his parents anniversary party.
"I'm a terrible person." I said, shaking my head.
He chuckled and said, "No, you're not."
"Christian, we just had sex -"
"Shh," he said, tugging me towards him, "Let me get you a drink."
A drink? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
I nodded and went outside to get some air while he went to go get some wine.
I took a seat at the table I'd been at before, and watched as people danced - so I suppose that's why I didn't notice when the Old Hag came and sat down across from me.
"Hello, Anastasia."
I didn't try to hide my distaste with her sudden appearance and said, "Can I help you with something, Elena?"
Elena Lincoln had to be the one person in my life that I could truly say I hated. She was just such a...bitch.
Okay, and the fact that she was basically a child molester didn't go over too well with me either.
It wasn't a secret that I didn't like her - and that she didn't like me - so I had no idea why she could be here talking to me.
We'd had plenty of run ins over the past few months, but for the last two weeks it had been blissfully Elena-free.
Until now.
"Yes, actually you can." she said, tucking a strand of that bleach-blonde troll hair behind her ear.
I raised an eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder in the hopes that Christian would be on the way with my drink - but no such luck.
It looked like I was going to have to handle the Old Hag on my own.
"Well are you going to tell me, or just sit there and stare?" I snapped.
She smirked and said, "Have you ever wondered if Christian misses his old lifestyle?"
"What?"
"Well he's clearly had to give up a lot for you. Have you ever wondered if he misses it." she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I wanted to reach across the table and smack her, but instead I just asked, "Is that really your business?"
"I'm just trying to look out for you, dear. I'd hate for him to grow to resent you for not allowing him to be who he is."
I clenched my teeth and said, "As much as I appreciate your false sincerity, Elena, I wouldn't worry about it. Stress like that could be detrimental to a woman your age."
Her face instantly changed, her 'pleasant' demeanor dropping in a heartbeat.
"My age didn't seem to bother your boyfriend."
"He was a child, you disgusting piece of -"
"How dare you attempt to lecture me. Who do you think you are, little girl? I was with Christian for years and we've never stopped talking. I'll be around -"
"Who do I think I am? I'm his girlfriend, Elena. I'm the girl he goes to bed with, I'm the girl he thinks about - not you. Get used to it. All you are is an old friend."
I didn't hide my amusement at her irritation with my use of the word old - because really, let's be honest. She'd seen better days.
I never really understood what Christian saw in her, but I - being a good girlfriend - blame this evil hag of a woman for seducing a child.
Especially one as...fifty shades, as Christian.
"Girlfriend or not, I'm the one who'll still be around after you're gone."
"I wouldn't bet on it. We've talked about you, and Christian seems to realize that what he had with you wasn't right, and he wouldn't want to re-live it. Ever."
She stood up, leaning against the table, and said, "You can't give him what he needs, Anastasia. Whether you realize this now or later doesn't really matter to me, because either way you'll be gone soon enough. Christian likes to dominate women, to be in control, and you -"
"Elena that's enough."
We both turned to see a rather furious looking Christian standing behind Elena, his jaw clenched and a white-knuckle grip on the glass that made me think it would shatter any second.
"Christian I was just -"
"Save it, Elena. I heard enough." he said through clenched teeth.
Elena shot me one more glare before she disappeared back into the Grey's house, leaving Christian and I at the table alone.
He took a deep breath, probably counting back from ten like he said he did often enough when I pissed him off, and then sat down.
"What did she say?"
His eyes were swimming with barely suppressed rage, and I knew that I wasn't about to bring this up here - maybe not ever.
Instead I picked up the drink he brought me and asked, "What is this?"
"Bollinger, now answer my question." he said, not deterred in the least.
"It's really good." I said instead, taking a sip, "Have we had it before?"
"Anastasia," he said, his tone full of warning, "Answer the question."
"No."
"No?"
"You're just going to get unnecessarily mad all over again, and I don't like dealing with mad Christian."
CPOV
"And I don't like dealing with Elena putting ridiculous thoughts into your head." .
I couldn't even describe how fucking furious I was, and I'd only heard a part of what Eleana had said to her.
"Well then go ask Elena what she said to me," she said, taking another sip of her wine, "Because I'm not going to ruin my good mood because you want to act like a child."
I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my patience, and said, "Ana, Elena is sticking her nose where it doesn't belong."
She sighed and stood up, walking around the table and sitting on my lap - and fuck it all, but I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"It doesn't matter. I mean she didn't exactly tell me anything that I haven't thought about on my own."
I instantly stiffened and said, "You are exactly what I want. I told you that I was okay with giving some things up for you, because Ana, baby, you are so very worth it."
"But you do miss it." she said softly - not a question.
I sighed, "That's...complicated. Being in control is something that I'm always going to want, but it's not like you don't like some of my kinky fuckery."
I smirked and felt her soft chuckle before she got serious again and asked, "But is that enough for you?"
"Yes," I said, without a shadow of a doubt, "It is. I don't think you understand, baby. You're everything to me."
I heard her breath hitch and she tightened her arms around my neck before she said, "Elena said that I wasn't letting you be who you are."
"I'm not who I used to be...who I was when I was with her, or with anyone else really. You've changed me, Anastasia." I said, willing her to believe me.
She pressed a soft kiss to my jaw and whispered, "Okay."
Relieved, I tilted her chin up so that she was looking at me and then pressed my lips to hers softly.
She sighed against my mouth and I would've been content to stay like that for the rest of the night.
Of course that's not what happened.
"Ana, there you are."
We both looked up to see Kate and Elliot walking toward us, a smirk painted on my idiot brother's face.
"We should have guessed they'd be together." he said, leaning down to give Ana a kiss on the cheek.
Fucking asshole.
"Can we help you with something?" I asked, tightening my grip on Ana's waist when she tried to slide off my lap. She shot me a look, but stayed put.
"You, no. But Ana, I need to talk to you. ASAP." said Kate, grabbing her hand and yanking her off my lap before she even had the chance to respond.
Kate pulled her to the opposite side of the patio and began whispering something furiously, waving her hands around.
"What the hell is that about?"
He shrugged, taking a seat at the table before saying, "One second I'm standing there talking to Kyle, Kate standing next to me, when she yanks on my sleeve and asks me who Mom and Dad are talking to. I told her it looked like one of Mom's friends. You know, the lady with blonde hair, older but still looks alright for her age..."
He kept talking, but I already knew he meant Elena, what I needed to know was why Kate was freaking out.
"Elliot, why did Kate want to know?"
"She said that she heard, and I quote, 'the old bitch talking shit about Ana'."
I saw red immediately, and before Elliot could stop me I was walking over to Ana and Kate.
"What the fuck did Elena say to my parents?"
"Christian -"
"Ana, don't." I snapped, "What the fuck did she say?"
Instead of answering me Kate looked to Ana, who shook her head.
"Kate, tell me."
"Christian, please don't do this here." said Ana, her voice small.
I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. Count back from ten. Don't yell. Don't flip out.
Ana doesn't like mad Christian.
Breathe.
"Fine, I won't do anything. Just tell me what she said."
"No," she said, shaking her head, "You'll flip out, and I don't want that. I'll tell you when we get home."
"Fine," I said, taking Ana's hand, "It was nice to see you again, Kate."
"Christian, what the hell are you doing?" she asked, trying to tug her hand out of mine.
"You said you'd tell me when we were at home. So we're going home."
"Have you completely lost your mind?" she snapped, yanking on her hand again.
I turned around to face her, jaw clenched, and said, "No, I haven't lost my mind. What I'm about to lose is my patience."
"You're acting like a five year old throwing a temper tantrum."
I blinked at her a few times before asking, "What?"
"You're acting like a child, Christian. So what if Elena said something to your parents? Kate told me not to worry about it, so you shouldn't worry about it either."
I opened my mouth to respond to her, but just then my parents were walking over to us. Great. All I wanted to do was get the fuck home and spank that pretty porcelain ass for not telling me.
"Christian, could we have a word with you?"
"We were actually just leaving."
"It's important." said my mother, her hand on my arm.
"Whatever you want to say to me you can say in front of Ana." I said, sliding my arm around her waist and tugging her to my side.
"I don't think that's the -"
"It's about what Elena said, isn't it?" asked Ana, her voice soft.
My mother's eyes widened, but my father nodded and said, "Yes, it is, and we have some concerns."
She stiffened at my side, but said, "Well from what she told you, if Christian were my son, I'd be concerned too."
"What did she tell you?" I asked my dad, knowing he'd tell me.
"She brought it to our attention that Ana has a few student loans and few other...monetary issues, that would make it beneficial for her to -"
"Stop it." I said, clenching my teeth to keep from yelling expletives. "Ana has done -"
"If I were you I'd be suspicious too." interrupted Ana, her eyes on my parents, "But I have a job and I earn enough to be able to pay off my debts on my own. I have no intention of touching a dime of your son's money, regardless of what Elena may have told you."
With that she slipped out of my arms and pushed open the front door, heading outside.
"Ana's never asked for anything from me, Dad. Not once." I said, turning my attention back to my parents.
"Well then how did she end up with that bracelet, or that necklace? I'm pretty sure a twenty two year old woman isn't capable of affording something that expensive."
I glared at my dad and said, "It was a gift. I want her to have nice things, and I assure you she fights me on all of it tooth and nail. It took me two weeks to convince her to wear the bracelet and a month for that damn necklace. If anything, Ana wishes I had less money, not more."
Without waiting for their response I headed outside.
I found Taylor standing in the open door of the Audi, no doubt talking to Ana.
"Taylor,"
He looked up and nodded, stepping back immediately so that I could get in.
Ana was looking out the window, her hands twisting in her lap, but she didn't say anything.
"Ana,"
Nothing.
"Baby,"
Still nothing.
"I'm going to talk to Elena tomor -"
"The hell you are." she said, her head snapping around to glare at me, "I don't want to have anything to do with her - that includes you throwing a bitch fit with her tomorrow about me. Am I clear?"
I blinked, shocked into silence. She was giving me orders?
Oh, she was in big trouble now.
"You can be friends with the Old Hag if you want to, far be it from me to tell you who to hang out with, but leave me out of it."
Big, big trouble.
"Anything you say, baby." I said, planning a hundred different ways I was going to have fun with her tonight.
She raised an eyebrow at me and said, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Don't discuss you with the Old Hag. Don't throw a bitch fit." I said, moving my hand to the smooth skin of her exposed thigh.
"Oh no you -"
"I don't remember asking, baby." I said, smirking at her.
She bit her lip and looked over to Taylor, and I sighed, "Fine, I can wait."
I didn't remove my hand, but I didn't move it any further up her thigh either.
Out of everything, I wasn't into exhibitionism.
Well would you look at that, my first FSOG story. This definitely isn't the fandom I usually write for, but this was kind of stuck in my head, so...here it is. This will probably stay a one shot, unless by some miracle people actually want more of this lol.
As far as the "fag-tastic" phrase goes - my friend actually uses that phrase with me on a relatively regular basis, and I thought it was so perfect that I had to add it into a story of mine, and it fit perfectly with this. I can't deny that "Jose" is definitely modeled after my friend Justin, so credit to him - and his lovely phrase.
Thanks for reading, and since you're here, why not leave a review? (: