A/N: Dear readers, many thanks for your support thus far! This chapter shows a slightly different side of Christian. Our Fifty has many shades, and this one is a bit of a softy. You've been warned!

Chapter 2:

-Christian-

I wasn't mad. I was just a little irritated, and more so at myself than Ana. I had planned everything out perfectly. As soon as we boarded the private plane, we would eat. I knew she hadn't eaten all day. At the reception, we were forced to play courteous hosts, making our way around the tent, greeting and thanking our guests, posing for pictures, dancing. There was no time for food, so I made sure a hot plate was waiting for us. And then for dessert, we would share a piece of our wedding cake, over a cup of tea to thwart her impending hangover.

When all was said and done, we would make our way over to the cabin suite, and I would make love to her. Her body would weaken under me, writhing in pleasure and emotion. Eventually, she would cum in a long, drawn out orgasm, and I would hold her tightly as her body convulsed beneath me. Then she would tell me how happy she was and when she asked me how I felt, I would kiss her deeply. My burning passion would sting her lips, and that would be the only response she'd need. I'd tell her I love her. Then we'd fall asleep. My arms wrapped around her. Her back to my front, my nose in her hair, and she'd dream of me.

It was going to be the perfecting ending to the happiest day of my life. I wanted to do this. I wanted to give her the sweetest sex to consummate our marriage. I wanted to show her that I could give her every flavour, and that I could be more than chains and whips. Ana wanted romance, and when I realized how much I needed her, I was ready to give her the world. But she asked very little of me, and she never wanted me to change. She changed for me. She made adjustments to her lifestyle so she could fit better into mine.

She helped me. She showed me that I could relinquish control and still feel gratification. She taught me how to enjoy the feel of her touch. And when she touched me, skin to skin; her hands, her breasts, her lips on me, I felt her love penetrating the walls I built around my heart. Until, brick by brick she tore it down, and I was hers completely.

But she couldn't wait. She needed to feel me inside of her as much as I wanted to be there. So I caved, and I let her ride me in the back of a moving vehicle. That's how we consummated our marriage. I was a little disappointed my plan had not worked, and I let it show on my face.

"What's the matter?" Ana asked. We were strapped in our seats, as the plane began its slow move down the runway.

"Mmm, nothing. It's really nothing." I said, and God help me if she thinks I'm going to tell her. To tell her with words would make me look weak and vulnerable. To show her, would make me look chivalrous. I preferred the latter.

"You're not still mad I jumped your bones, are you?" She kept her voice low so the nearby flight attendant didn't hear. But she was grinning in a way that suggested she was more proud of her accomplishment than concerned about my feelings.

"No, Anastasia." My response was sharp, and frank.

"Anastasia?" she said. "You are mad." She was right; I often reserved the use of her formal name for when I was upset, like a parent scolding their child. My voice relaxed.

"Ana, I'm not mad, really, I'm not. There is no one to blame but myself. I created the little sex-fiend you've become. I should be flattered you can't keep your hands off me."

"Should be, but..." she hesitated, "you're not." She raised an eyebrow accusingly. She knew, she always knew. It's funny, in the short time we've known each other she cracked my cryptic code and learned to read me like a book. I caved...again.

"Ana, since the first day I met you, our relationship has been defined by sex. I've fucked you a hundred different ways in a hundred different places. Tonight was going to be different. Like our first time all over again, better even. But you had to straddle me in the limo and beg me to fuck you through your wedding dress." My words were harsh. Well, she wanted the truth, didn't she?

Her cheeks burned red and she looked away, turning her attention to the lace of her white dress, smoothing out the creases left behind from our earlier encounter.

I remembered when she first climbed on top of me. I could feel the flesh beneath her panties, hot and wet, grinding against my crotch. I tried to push her away. My hands on her hips, pushing her back to put some distance between her body and my rising cock. It was a silent struggle. She pulled at my wrists, but I tightened my grip on her waist, pushing her back with more force. She cried out when my hands began to crush her hipbone. Then she dug her nails into my arm, and I groaned loudly. I eased up on her and she moved one hand to my hair, pulling my head back. She pulled my hair hard, the other hand still on my arm, nails piercing the surface of my skin.

My girl was a fighter, and it was damn sexy to watch. Her hair was wild; her blue eyes peered down at me, parted lips pouting before clenched teeth. It was clear who was in control, but by then my cock was stiff and throbbing for her. I started to speak, but she stopped me. She let go of my hair, and in a soft, weak voice, she begged for my body, returning control to me. She didn't know she had already won, but I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her.

And now I had embarrassed her by calling her out on her hastiness, and implying that she had singlehandedly ruined our wedding night.

"I'm sorry Christian. I didn't realize how we consummated our marriage was that important to you."

She didn't look at me when she spoke. She fucked up, and now she was punishing herself with an internal monologue of scolding. Insecure Ana was back. I wanted to reach out for her, to pull her into my lap and hold her.

As if on cue, the seatbelt sign turned off. The plane was well into the air, gliding quietly through the night. Captain Daniels came on the intercom and in a friendly voice, welcomed us onboard. He congratulated us, and informed us we would be arriving at our honeymoon destination in an indefinite amount of hours, but in the meantime we were free to move about the cabin. He was careful not to give away any information that could spoil the surprise.

His message was a welcomed interruption from the conversation we were having. It made Ana smile and look at me, finally. I undid my seat belt, and then hers, pulling her out of her seat and into my lap. She buried her face in my neck, and the mood between us lightened instantly.

"When are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asked, her voice muffled against me.

"I'm not" I said, "I'm just going to show you."

"But Christian!" She pulled away so I could see her stick out her lip, pouting.

"Patience is a virtue, baby." We both laughed, the irony not lost on us.

The flight attendant approached us pushing a tray.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, are you ready for your meal?" She asked graciously. I gave her a polite smile, and said yes.

"Meal?" Ana asked me accusingly. "Christian, it's 1:30 in the morning!"

"I know what time it is Ana. I also know you haven't eaten since breakfast. Did you even eat breakfast?" She laughed. "Ana, I was going to ask you to humor me, or watch me eat, because I'm starving. But you're eating, even if I have to chew your food and force it down your throat myself." She bunched up her face in irritation and rose from my lap.

When she took her place across from me, the flight attendant lowered her tray and set a plate in front of her. It was nothing like the over-the-top, five course meal my mother had insisted we serve at the wedding. We were having chicken and roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, gravy and bread rolls. It was comfort food, it smelled delicious, and I knew Ana could not resist it.

The woman was about to pop a bottle of champagne when I told her we wouldn't be needing it. Ana huffed.

"No more. Just water, baby. I don't want you hung over tomorrow."

We ate, and talking about the wedding. I had met Ana's extended family for the first time tonight, and I was curious to learn more. As she talked, I made mental notes about names, and occupations, and cities, interested to learn more about my new family.

Then we had dessert. Ana protested, until she found out it was our wedding cake. She had barely tried it, save for the piece I was obliged to feed her during the cake cutting ceremony. We shared a piece over a cup of tea.

It was nearly 3am, when the attendant cleared our trays. Ana yawned, reminding me how long our day had truly been. I stood and ushered her into our cabin. Candles burned brightly in each corner of the room, while the bed looked warm and inviting. I too, was ready for sleep to take me.

"Um, Christian, will you help me with my dress?" Ana asked standing by the side of the bed. An innocent question really, but not so innocent a result.

I went over to her, and lifted her hair over to one shoulder. Her dress was tightly corseted at the back, with buttons that began at the nape of her neck and ran all the way down to the smalls of her back. I undid each button slowly, pushing the fabric in and out with my thumbs as each one came undone. More and more of her skin was exposed as I continued the process. I saw the strap of her bra, her spine, the lace of her garter belt. The whole show was fucking sexy, and when it was over, she pushed off the gown and carefully stepped out of it. She laid it on the chair by the bed, smoothing out the creases admiringly it. It really was the perfect dress for her. She made a beautiful bride, but she was just as beautiful out of the dress as she was in it.

I pulled her to me, so her back was against my chest. My arms rounded her and I hugged her just below her breasts. Her head fell back on to my shoulders and I trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone. The white lace theme continued with her underwear. I grabbed at her strapless push-up bar, seizing her firm breasts. I ran my hands down her stomach, over her garter belt, to her white laced panties and cupped the flesh beneath them. The sound of her hitched breathing made me hard, and I pressed against her back.

With a renewed sense of energy, I swept Ana off her feet and placed her gently on the bed. She parted her legs to make room for me, and I carefully climbed on top of her. I kissed her eagerly, tasting her as if for the first time. Her lips were so soft; I sucked, and pulled on them. I traced my tongue along her bottom lip and felt her tongue on mine. Her lips were kneading mine, her mouth massaging me, biting me. I had no idea how intimate it could feel to love somebody this way.

She unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants. I slid them off with my boxers, until I was lying naked on top of her. I kissed her again. First her lips, then her chin, her neck, her chest, each breast, one and then the other, until I worked my way down to her garter belt. I unfastened each clasp, carefully freeing them from the lace trim of her silk thigh-highs, before removing them completely; kissing the inside of her thighs as I slowly pulled them off. I pulled off her garter belt at once with her panties, eager to have her without restraint.

I was on my knees between her legs. She was naked and wet; her eyes closed waiting for my next move. I looked at her; I truly looked at her, brown hair falling across her face and shoulders, lips plump and parted, skin soft and pale, her pink nipples hard from my touch. She was so small and perfect, and I was ready to make love to her, to hear her speak my name in a cry of pain and pleasure. I was ready to make my home inside of her.

I turned her over to lie on her stomach and gently stroked her bare ass. I could feel goose bumps forming on her skin. I stretched myself out on top of her so my nose was in her hair and my mouth by her ears, nibbling on the skin of her lobe. My cock dangled between the folds of her ass and I heard her quietly gasp as if she came to some grand realization.

"Relax Ana." I knew what she was thinking. No. Not now, not yet.

I grabbed my cock and gently entered her. I felt her relax beneath me, and watched as she opening her tight fist when she felt me enter her from the front. Though it was a familiar feeling, it was a position we had not tried before. I began to grind against her slowly. My body moved rhythmically with hers, and she moaned.

I pushed my arms beneath her so my hands could find her clit and rub her in slow circles as I thrust further into her. From this angle I could stimulate every part of her body. I covered her completely with my body, her ass against me, my cock inside her, pushing down onto her most sensitive muscles, bringing her closer to orgasm.

"Uuugh!" She cried out, and buckled back, putting her weight on her knees so her ass was in the air. I pushed her back down and grabbed her wrists on each side of her body, pinning her to the bed, forcing her to feel all of me inside of her. She thrashed against me, but I gave her little room to ride it out. It was the proximity of our bodies that pushed her closer to the edge; she needed to feel me everywhere if she was going to cum like I wanted her to.

I pushed up against her, harder and faster, and she screamed out again in a loud cry that cut the silence of the room. Her breathing stopped for a moment. Her hands turning white from her death grip on the bed sheets. She came long and hard, and let out a loud moan when it was over. I continued at the same pace wanting more for her, because I knew she could do better than that.

"Christian I...aah!" My cock rubbed against her clit, teasing her. I knew it hurt, I knew she was throbbing, but pleasure outweighed pain every time.

"Cum for me, Ana, again." I whispered into her hair, and she did. She twisted and moaned into a pillow. The sound of her, and the way she felt inside of me, was all I needed to find my own release, pumping into her, until I filled her with everything I had. I was hot and sticky inside of her, and she came again, I think. Or maybe she was still convulsing from the last one. It didn't matter, but she still on a high.

I gave us both time to catch our breath, but she was still shaking when I pulled out. I rolled off of her, to lie on my back and pull her onto my chest. Her face was damp from tears and sweat, her breathing slow and shallow.

"You okay, baby?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She nuzzled her face into my chest.

"Mmm, better than okay." She said. She was spent, so was I. "But Christian," she said after some time. "You know, you've never let me touch so much of you at once." I realized now what she meant. My whole body was on top of hers, every inch of our skin joining. It felt damn good.

"How do you feel?" she asked with concern in her voice.

I brought my lips to hers and whispered "better than ever" before I kissed her. Then I held her, and watched her fall asleep in my arms with a sweet smile that never left her lips.

The orange hues of the early morning sky came in from the windows, reminding me that soon we'd be in Europe. I could finally make good on my promise to give her the world. But for now, I'd fall asleep, basking in the light of her after glow.