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Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Two

"Christian," Ana whispered in the middle of the night. She kissed his chest before whispering out again, "Christian." She heard him mumble so she moved to his ear, "Christian."

It was a ritual. If one of them couldn't sleep then they woke the other up and lay awake until sleep captured them.

"Christian," She whispered again as his eyes finally opened a little to look at her. He quickly shut them and turned to the clock and she knew he was going to complain.

"Baby, it's not even 4AM," Christian managed to say whilst still asleep.

"I know it is," Ana replied and laid onto his chest. "I just wanted to savour every moment with you before you go away tomorrow."

Christian yawned, "Baby, it's 4AM," He repeated his earlier reply and gave her a smile, "We have a busy day tomorrow and I don't want you to be grouchy for our lunch."

"I just can't sleep," Ana replied and gave him a pout that only just showed up in the moonlight that entered through into the room.

"Come here," He mumbled as he drifted back off and pulled her in close so her head was on his chest. She knew she should sleep but her mind just wouldn't turn off on her and instead she just lay listening to him sleep.

However, it did nothing to help her sleep. She wasn't getting any sleep right now, and she wasn't prepared to lay there with her eyes squeezed shut attempting to sleep. Finally giving up, Ana got herself up and went and slumped into the armchair opposite the bed – the one her husband like to occupy when he was sleepless or home late from a business trip.

She kept one of her favourite books nearby for nights like this and upon taking it she got lost in its pages. As the book began to steal her and set her lose in a new world, Ana caught a glimpse of the scar down her arm from the surgery to help fix the bone align and she smiled weakly at the memories that flooded her. Forgotten was her book, as she remembered waking up to Christian beside her and all her qualms of how she had let him go dispersed. There were no letdowns in this life anymore. There were no moments that she believed she was no enough for him and there were no areas of the life that panicked her.

She was faithful to her husband, and she knew without any inkling of doubt that he was beyond faithful to her. There was just no questioning there. She never sat at home wondering and turning herself into a possessive housewife.

Resting the book to her lap, Ana found herself beginning to drift off to sleep as she just thought over her and Christian's marriage and deep down, she wished she had Stephen to thank for it all. Without that, they wouldn't have become the couple they were. They wouldn't have the strength and conviction to love each day like they had.

Ana finally slept with one thought in her mind – her and Christian were like no other married couple. They were their own special brand and she loved knowing that love would prevail for them – always.

Opening her eyes again, she found her face flat against ruffled sheets, her hair straggling in front of her face and she shot up. She quickly looked to the clock on the bedside table and turned too much and fell out of bed.

Hastily she got up and started running around the room, "Shit, shit, shit," was all she could mutter as she realised she should be leaving for work in about fifteen minutes time. She had overslept and her husband had let her!

Grabbing panties and a bra, Ana rushed into the large closest and stripped off her pyjamas and quickly worked on getting her an outfit together. She grabbed herself a black pencil skirt and an emerald green peplum top and made even quicker work to get them on.

Ana didn't care about the time as she placed her watch on, she just raced into the bathroom to finish getting herself ready for the work day. Looking into the mirror she felt like God was on her side as she realised her hair wasn't a big of a messy as she thought it was going to. Grabbing a bunch of clips she worked on pinning it up into a loose bun, a couple of pieces falling free for effect and she felt impressed with her rushed attempt.

In the same manner, she worked her makeup on and then rushed out of the bathroom and towards the door, grabbing a pair of heels ready to put on so she could leave as soon as she was done with seeing her husband, scolding him and grabbing something to eat.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She asked as she entered the kitchen.

Christian looked at her with a confused look, "Why, what's the time?"

Ana scowled, "About an hour after the time I needed to get up."

"Shit, Baby, I'm sorry. I was in my study fixing a different flight time as the business meetings been move forward a day," Christian apologised, realising he had been sat in the kitchen for a lot longer than her had thought.

"We're still on for lunch right?" Ana asked trying to not be too disappointed. She didn't want him to go away without them having some time for themselves beforehand. If he was going now, she wouldn't even get a breakfast with him because she didn't have time to kick back and enjoy a long meal to start the day on.

She had just enough time for breakfast on the run.

"Of course, except I'll have to go off straight after," Christian smiled at her and took her all in. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you," She accepted his compliment as he tried to butter her up for letting her sleep in. "I can't hang around. I've rushed to get ready and I need to get to work and prepare for a meeting I have at half nine."

"Don't worry, Ana. It's just you looked so peaceful when I put you back into bed and I got carried away with sorting all this business shit you," He began to trail off but his wife stopped him.

"It's fine," She calmed him and gave a bright smile. How could she hold a grudge against this man? "I'll see you for lunch, Baby," Ana kissed her husband and ran from the door, coat in hand, oversized clutch under her arm and a piece of toast between her lips.

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Ana stabbed her salad with her fork and released an unhappy sigh. Slowly she rose her gaze and set it upon her husband, offering him a smirk as she did so. From his expression she could tell he had been watching her for a while and she just took her forkful of salad and quickly ate it as if nothing was wrong.

"You're getting stabby there, Mrs. Grey," Christian pointed out, settling his own fork down to the side. "What gives?" He saw her go to ignore him, even argue with going into this chat, "Well?"

"I just don't want you to go," She whined and she knew it sounded pathetic but she couldn't help it. "It just feels like work is consuming us both and I want a week off with you, Christian. A week to just," She broke off her own sentence and offered him a smile. Words didn't need to be used right now.

"Well, we can always disappear to our little apartment in Paris?" Christian replied, willing to keep this happy state of blessed marriage at the level it was. "Once I've wrapped this meeting up we can sort out everything here and jet off. I want to make up for all these business deals going on."

"We both need to," Ana commented and was beginning to like the idea of escaping life for a few weeks. Hell, who wouldn't mind escape life with the Christian Grey?

"Well it's a good thing that the stresses will all end soon and we'll just have time to be Mr and Mrs Grey," Christian quite literally purred at her with the anticipation of the break coming to them. Life as CEOs was a killer but it didn't hinder any aspects of their marriage. Why dwell on the business trips when you could use them to your advantage?

However, life almost wasn't that simple. Ana could almost see how different life could have been for them.

Ana remembered how she had a scare a few months back where her periods had become nonexistent and they assumed that just after their first anniversary they had conceived their first child. For a split second of their life together they had thought back moving out of Escala and started a new life – a family life.

However, when Ana got her period a few days later the dream was crushed and even Dr. Greene assumed it had to be stress that was doing it. In hindsight, Ana was under pressure with her new business – Fifty Shades Publishing – and she was trying to set herself apart. She was stressing herself out to make something of her own and in turn her body suffered.

She often wondered what it would have been like had she been pregnant. If it were so, she would have been nearing four months pregnant and her and Christian would probably be looking into a new home and finding ways to bend their careers around the life of a family.

Christian watched the thoughtfulness cast upon Ana's beautiful features as though it were a black cloud and he reached across the table to catch her hand in his, "Baby, what's on your mind?" He watched her blue eyes lift to meet his careful gaze, "It's more than just me going away isn't it?"

Realising a sigh, Ana let her shoulders fall, "I know it's stupid and I'm still young but, I just sometimes wonder what it'd be like if I were actually pregnant." She watched him give her a small smile, "The amount of love that baby would get is unreal, Christian. I just sometimes wish it wasn't a scare."

"One day, Ana, you're going to find out you're pregnant and it'll be the best damn day of our lives," Christian told her sternly, giving her the support and encouragement he always did. "Believe me," He pressed on, "All that love you have now will only transfer onto the baby we're going to have." He carried on surveying his wife's expression and took a breath himself, "I know at first I wasn't warm to the idea. I mean the doubts I have in myself aren't what they were but they leave me wondering but, I know you won't ever let me be anything but the best. Now, I cannot wait to start a family with you."

"Thank you," Ana whispered back at her husband emotionally. She loved how he trusted her, how he believed in the words she told him and she loved the way that their future was set in stone with one another.

"No thanks necessary. I keep you up and you keep me up," He told her, giving her hand a squeeze, "That is how we work, Mrs. Grey."

Smiling wistfully at the thoughts in her head about their future, Ana tilted her head and stared at her man dreamily, "And who was it that didn't let you run out of the house believing you'd be an awful father?" She asked and saw him give her a knowing look, "And who was it that sat you down and told you exactly what type of man you would be to our future children?"

"You," Christian all but whispered at her in earnest.

"And when you started to go into alpha-fifty mode, who was it that shut you that very moment?" She asked, a mirthful tone beginning to take over her tone as the laughter began to rile together in her the pit of her stomach at how right she was.

Christian shot her a look, and then a grin, "You, my ever forceful wife. You were the one that stopped me from running from the moment and you were the one that calmed my woes again and you are the only woman that ever loved me enough to show that I can love enough and that I will love enough."

"And one day, your son will be the little Casanova that you were," Ana quipped sarcastically.

"I hope not," Christian laughed as he imagined a son like him. "He can look like me and be as driven as I am, but he dare use and abuse women and I'm cutting him off."

Letting out a loud burst of laughter, Ana covered her mouth to stop any more attention being driven onto her and she didn't need to imagine how serious Christian was being right now. "Okay, okay, I don't want him being exactly like you because even I wonder about the pre-fifteen sometimes but, the heart and flowers you, Christian, is one of my favourite qualities you have. He can definitely have that part of you."

"Oh, and what are my other favourite qualities that you happen to love?" Christian asked, trying to play his serious to the extreme but was failing.

"Now, now, Mr. Grey, that would be telling and that would be a shame to spoil the marriage by sharing it with your ego," Ana joked and made her husband laugh with her. "Although I love your ego from time to time."

"And I love that sharp wit of yours that I am subjected to, so I think we're even," Christian quipped and settled into the moment. "I wish you were coming with me."

"I can't cut out on these meetings, Baby, you know that. If I could I would be right there with you." She apologised immensely all over again, "Like the good wife should be."

"You're a good wife regardless of whether you were with me here or there, Ana. Never doubt that. You are possibly the best wife ever and I never dreamt I would be this lucky to have a woman like you waiting on me when I got home," Christian complimented her with such sincerity that it almost oozed from the words. "I love that I get you to come home to," Christian admitted as he had done for the past year, "I do have one request though.

Ana gave him a curious look before asking, "What's that?"

"Wear a pair of panties I can easily rip off," He gave her a seductive smirk and took a sip of his wine, not adding to that sentence. No other words were needed to explain how welcoming his homecoming would be.

Licking her lips in anticipation Ana mentally reminded herself that would be still be at least 5 days away and she resulted in biting down on her lip. Again, she mentally scolded herself because doing that only made this harder for her husband who was staring at her already like he was a predator.

With pleasure, Ana decided to get her husband turned up just for fun and she bit down onto her lip and decided to finish her food up and see how this would play out.

"You're doing it on purpose," Christian commented as he shifted in his seat and tried to concentrate on finishing his lunch.

"Doing what?" Ana asked and pushed her meal around in its slightly curved plate, "You mean this?" She asked and bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she had spoken. Releasing her lip, she giggled as her husband gave her a fierce look and she knew she had got him how she wanted.

"You're making this a lot harder to go away," Christian merely commented and his tone was drowned with negativity. "I don't even have time to drag you into the restroom and just lock you up for a few minutes."

"We can try," Ana tried but when she looked at her watch she realised that their time together was almost up. "Well shit," Ana mumbled as her time with her husband was closing in to a nasty end.

"Yeah," Christian mastered and looked at his own watch, "Fuck it," He said and got up and looked at her, "Meet me in the men's in two minutes."

Dropping her fork down onto her plate, Ana grinned at the impending lust that was going to be her rapture and waited it out. Picking her phone up, she dropped Hannah a text to say she was running behind and would be later back. Thank Christ for an understanding PA! She then dropped her phone into her bag and headed for the restrooms.

She found Christian by the door and decided she wanted to go to the ladies rather than the men's After all, it had to be more hygienic right? Which girl wanted to have sex with her God like husband with a urinal in view? No sane woman that was who. Feeling her husband not put up a fight, she pulled him in and checked it was empty before going to pop the lock over on the door.

Turning to face her husband, she approached him and raised her hands to his face, "We have to be quick before Taylor comes to remind that your flight won't wait."

"Trust me, I'm ready," He told her ambiguously, he was ready to jet off and he was ready to take her.

Her mercurial man, dressed in a simple black suit, crisp white shirt and a minimal stripped tie had never look more delicious to her than right now. She knew he was ready, and so was she. He did nothing that showed a strain. He lifted her body weight enough to allow his hands to press her pencil skirt up her thighs and give him easy access. She heard him pull his zipper down and she pressed a little against his chest to slow down the moment a little.

"No panty ripping," She whispered at him, "I have to go to work after this."

Christian grinned at her, "I think I might supply you with a panty drawer at work just in case." He watched her laugh at him, "For emergency purposes."

"Oh, of course, just in case the inevitable happens," Ana muttered and stole the moment with a kiss. She continued to peck away at him, nibbling his ear lobe as he worked her panty's down her legs and pushed her skirt right up to her hips.

And then he pushed her back a little so her ass pushed onto the sink and her feet went to tip toes. She looked at him as he readied his erection and she saw that all knowing smirk he got when he knew this sex was going to out reign the sessions before – which, to Christian Grey, was always.

Sitting on the edge of the sink, Ana gripped on as he literally plunged into her red core and fulfilled the longing in her body. She felt her body tilt a little into the dip of the sink, but with Christian's large hands on her buttocks she knew she was going anywhere but to ecstasy.

He thrust in and out of her hastily, not just because of the time limit but the fact that he wanted her badly and the knocking on the door had started.

"Christian," Ana whispered as she gripped onto the collar of his blazer, her orgasm becoming harder and harder to control.

Christian moved his head to her ear, his breath hitting her shoulder and neck, "Just let go, Baby. It's not like it's our last time."

And so she listened and sent herself spiralling adorned in Christian's ability to make love to her wherever and whenever and gave herself willing to the orgasmic high even though her husband continued worshiping.

Ana literally fell against her husband's broad chest as pleasure wracked her body and set her into her own orgasmic rhapsody. As she felt him still his actions she fell him fill her and she just remained breathing against his chest as he panted into her hair.

"Now that is a farewell," Christian appreciated as he stood up a little straighter and withdrew from his wife. He wished her could smother her body in much more than just one round of sex but he knew that Taylor would come looking for them anytime soon and he needed to get to this business deal before he got the luxury of his wife.

"It's not a farewell when you're coming back," Ana scolded him gently as she pushed off of him and gave him a weak smile. "I think these moments make it harder for me to let you." She hoped down, "I expect the most mind shattering sex when you're back."

"Anything for my incorrigible wife," Christian told her and just indulged in her sweet giggle as she played his innocent wife. He finally stepped back and allowed her to slip back to the ground whilst he tucked himself back into his boxers and fixed his pants back.

Both had to look expectable considering there was a lot of hubbub coming from behind the locked door now.

Pulling her panties up and her skirt down in haste, Ana turned and stared at her newly fucked appearance. It was a look she wore the hell out of and, in a strange way, it made her feel empowered and powerful to anyone who crossed her path. Smacking her lips together, she tried to settle her appearance a little and then looked at her husband who was staring at her in the mirror, "Will I do?"

Christian laughed, "Always." He then took her hand and unlocked the door, casually walking out, disregarding the line of women and the waiters that had assumed what was going on. Never letting go of her hand, Ana just followed like a giggling school girl and watched as Christian put down the money on their table with a more than healthy tip and alerted the waitress who had been serving them and left.

Going out into the open, both Taylor and Sawyer stopped talking and got ready to go their separate ways – Sawyer with Ana and Taylor going to Madrid with Christian. They watched as the Grey pair stopped, and looked at one another, Ana looking tearfully even after having this almost same routine going for months.

"It's five days and I'll be all your again," Christian told her and knew he had to hurry up. He had let lunch with his wife overrun deliberately so he could have more time with her but, now he had to go before he messed up flight plans.

"All mine," Ana murmured back at him and reached up to his mouth, "Now kiss me a goodbye that's going to last."

"Challenge accepted," He replied and kissed her with such depth and conviction, he knew she knew who loved her most.

As she kissed him in the middle of street she did feel herself begin to tear up. Her man was going away and their goodbye was so public. She hated that his job tore him to all corners of the world and she was left behind waiting for his safe return as if she were a military wife.

Christian broke the kiss when flashing broke into his peripheral and he looked at his wife protectively and then decided to use this moment. "If they want a show let's give them a show."

"You're making this goodbye a very public one," Ana scolded meekly, still never getting use to having photographers want to make her happily married life one for the front pages of newspapers or one for a double spread in a magazine.

"It's being immortalised for the public eyes," He told her and tightened his grip on her as his lips joined hers for that one last goodbye before he jetted off.