All the usual disclaimers apply; E L James owns the story and the characters are all hers.
This was just meant as a one shot at our favourite love story, but it seems it's now my new fan fiction fifty thing. It already has its haters, and I've had them before, simple solution to your problem, you nameless haters is don't read on, as a guest I cannot leave a comment, would that I could... Enjoy or not, the choice is yours... Laters haters...
A small point of interest, I'm making some people's names up, as they are not referred to in the books, i.e. Kate Kavanagh's father, Henry. Ella's surname -James- (Christian's name at adoption?) Don't do a fruit loop if I'm wrong lol, but I have read the books a hundred times' and Googled it too...
Chapter 3:
We're leaving on a jet plane:
C POV:
As we arrive at the airport, Ana has just stopped staring out of the car window. Taylor has smiled his killer Elvis look three or four times already. She's asked questions for most of the journey and has squealed so damn loud, more than once, in fact I think my ears will pop, they could actually be bleeding right now? I found out three minutes into the journey, that she has never flown before and doesn't have a passport, now she is working for me Andrea will have to see to it she has one, but as all internal flights only need photo identification, she will be fine! Having insisted she put the relevant documents in her bag last night, I watched on in horror at the rest of the crap she put in! Fake bag or not, the one before her new one, did a damned fine job, what she really needs is a suitcase. We arrive at the jet and customs have already checked the paperwork, so we are ushered straight to the plane. Now she decides to be quiet! We get in and Ana is as quiet as a church mouse.
"Here sit here, let me grab your bag and those clothes and I'll stash them in your cabin, it's just short of a six hour flight, so we can get our heads down for a while, if you want?"
"Christian; we shouldn't have drunk all that wine. What's betting my mouth smells disgusting, and you wouldn't let me grab a toothbrush?"
"You can use mine."
"Erg, nope, my daddy says I can catch lurgies and cooties of a boys mouth, so just imagine how many of your germs are on your toothbrush!"
"It, Anastasia, did not bother you last night."
"Alcoholic antibacterial forces were guarding my mouth Mr Grey!"
"Really, you don't say Miss Steele?"
"Yes, really and besides, GEH has a very strict fraternisation policy, have you not read it Sir?" God get fucking down, my dick has a mind of its own and is throbbing from not getting some last night, even though the temptation of stopping was very nearly impossible, and quite a few times last night too.
"No Anastasia, Ros deals with that with the help of the myriad of lawyers and legal folks I employ. I will put theses away, sit and stop worrying." She sits and messes with the seat belt, as I pass Taylor.
"Quite the excitable woman, isn't she Sir?"
"Just a little Taylor, she is looking forward to the plane ride, it's her first. She is something else that's for sure. I'm sorry about last night, but we talked into the small hours and we fell asleep."
"Sir, your life is yours to do with as you see fit, and you did text me, sort of. I knew where you were stopping, when I unscrambled the badly spelt and spaced message that you sent just before midnight, do you not remember sending it? You told me you were stopping with Miss Steele and I was to go to bed... It's just..."
"...Stop right there Taylor, she's different and Taylor I mean really different, and no, she is not like the others, and she is not being treated anything like the others." I should be annoyed at his forward attitude, and usually I would be sacking him, but he is looking out for her, keeping her safe from the old Christian.
"Sir..." I put the things in the cabin and head back; I sit beside her and watch as her tiny hands clench the seat belt and as she does, she bites her lip, I can't help but smile.
"Ana, it is really safe, stop worrying. Now, apart from seeing Kate, what else do you want to do whilst in New York?" The wheels are turning and I hear the gulp as she looks out of the window and the plane begins to fly up the runway and the ever changing landscape passes by her window quickly, her head is moving sideways trying to keep up with the passing trees and buildings, her hands are white, and her breathing is laboured. There's only one thing for it, as talking isn't helping her. I lean over hold her hand and kiss her, she um's into my lips and pulls away a little breathless.
"Fraternisation is much frowned upon Christian." She says as she pulls away from my lips; fuck fraternisation and I pull her in for another kiss, it's sorely needed.
"When that was written, I was away on business. I will have it removed tomorrow, because I like fraternising with my new junior editor. Very much, now we're up and you are still in one piece Ana."
"One piece eh, then how come I feel like my body has just turned to jello?"
"It looks all right to me Baby!"
"Christian, we agreed to be friends last night, that much I do remember, but where and when exactly did the job offer come about, I can't remember that bit?"
"I don't know, it just did, somewhere between your mad pussy, and the rampant leg humping dog you had as a child."
"How did we get from Puss and Get-Off, to me being made a junior editor then?"
"I don't know, you were on about sending out your resumes, and I said I was glad I had never had to, you asked what else had I never done, or had that I wished I could have, had or done. I always wished I'd had a pet, when we were growing up. Mia has allergies and so we couldn't have one. Get Off, is that what you named your dog? You didn't say last night, or couldn't because you laughed so hard arghhhh now it makes sense, you weren't saying get off, that was his name, that's hilarious Ana."
"Yeah, he humped anything that walked by him, I called him Hump, but he answered to Get Off too, Okay, right that makes sense, the resumes thing. I thought it was something to do with the damn bath again! Are you sure you didn't see the lady garden and the boobies?"
"No, and as I said before, it shocked me too, now friend let's get changed and showered, it may make you feel better, then we can have breakfast, is that all right Ana?"
"Yes, it would. Where are my things Christian?"
"In my cabin, there is another too, so you needn't worry."
"Oh I'm not, besides you're a gentleman and wouldn't ogle my body, well not without permission!"
"I would Ana, sorry, but I really would and do, honest injun..." She laughs and slaps my chest and I wink then help her to her feet. "This way for the tour; as you can see these are the seats where we sit during take offs and landings, and where I prefer to work from, but there is an office and a security station on here too, and two sleeping quarters and a staff quarter, with bunks, for the long haul flights. There is a conference room too, with all the technology. Here is my cabin, you use that it's bigger and I will use the other!"
"I will use the other Christian, after all your things are in there."
"We could share?" I wink and know damn well she won't!
"Oh, okay then." I know your game Christian Grey; I will call your bluff...
"Well, aren't you full of surprises, this way Miss Steele?" I pat her butt as she passes through my cabin door.
Ana's POV:
Okay Ana, calm down. He is apparently your new boss. Unfortunately for you anyhow, because you can't fancy the ass of your boss, or can you but not do something about it, bummer. Well hello there my hunky nurse, he walks by and I notice the ass on the man, crap, it's a mighty fine ass and then he tops that off with the body of a god. Then there's the face of a dark and mysterious angel topping of that body, he finishes of the look with those eyes, eyes that flit between steel grey, silver grey and then smoky or cloudy grey, god he's beautiful.
He's just flirting with me, he has to be, what can he see in mousey ole me? Me, who usually doesn't say boo to a goose. I'm usually shy quite Anastasia, shut up and study Ana. Ana, who dresses in thrift shop purchases and hand me downs. Then here he is, Mr Self Made Mogul, in his Savile Row suits and handmade Italian leather shoes, with shirts that cost an arm and a leg and then the silk ties, no doubt hand woven by vestal virgins. He arrived and was dresses like a catwalk model for my simple dinner and there was me in my dowdy dress and bare feet, but we did have a great night, from what I can remember of it anyhow.
What, if anything, does he really want from me? We agreed to be friends, but what sort of friends, the ones with benefits kind? I like that thought, especially of the benefits I'd get, not the gifts, those I will have to stop him sending me, but that body and those kisses, but at what cost, do I get all the good stuff and lose my independence? I nervously enter the lion's den, and wow, it's beautiful, not den like at all, not one mock tiger skin throw or mirrored ceiling in sight, pull it together Stainless, he's a mega millionaire mogul, not a porn star for fudge's sake!
There is a massive, well for a plane its massive, bed, which takes up the most of the room, it has the prettiest shades of blue bedding on, cushions and throws and it looks so damned expensive, dare I even sit on it? I resist the temptation for like; three, two, and one, there I go I'm in the middle and laughing.
"It's very bouncy Christian!"
"I wouldn't know I just sleep in it, but I guess it can be bouncy, look Ana, this thing we have, or may not have, where is it going in your head?"
"To New York at the moment, why are you asking Christian, tell me where you see this is going?"
"You're a funny little thing aren't you, but I thought you wanted to be just friends and that's all, yet here you are in my room, and so I'm confused, really confused."
"I don't know what I want, I like you in a friend sort of way, and okay I fancy the crap out of you, especially with that body you have going on. I'm confused too, never has anyone breached the walls I have surrounded myself with not like you did and breach them you have, my defences as they say are down and I feel vulnerable, so damned whiny and needy and as I said confused as to the why. In the real world, people like you don't get friendly with people like me. Why are you drawn to me Christian, unless it's because I'm like the others you hire, I hate this word, the prostitutes you use? Crap fess, I actually said all that out loud, I have a broken brain to mouth filter, and it needs fixing and damned quickly. Sorry..."
"Ana, I don't use prostitutes, or escorts, before you add those in too, ever. I contracted and paid girls for their services as a submissive Anastasia, to someone like you, who doesn't understand the world I have been a part of, it would seem like they are just that, and it's so much more than prostitution, it's a lifestyle and choice, one I actually thought you knew about, when we talked. When you talked about kink and kinky, I was shocked and taken aback at your attitude to it all. I am a dominant Ana, I like that way of life, it's all I have ever known Ana."
"Oh, so you use the whips, chains and punishment things, and all the kinky fetish things, that I joked about? You get off on the inflicting of pain Christian, torturing some poor girl, all be it a kinky girl, with what whips and stuff?"
"Some things yes, but it's not a punishment thing, it's the pleasing of one's master or mistress, and for the master or mistress it's a control and enjoyment thing, I would also like to point out, the submissive is the one with all the power, they say stop and it stops. I never and I repeat, I never do things that my subs don't want or agree to, so will you be stopping in here to change?"
"Will you be whipping me in here?"
"No, I don't actually envisage whipping you or spanking you."
"Oh, am I not good enough for you?"
"Ana, I want the friend type of thing with you, I want to do this the right way, but we seem to have got off on the wrong foot. You are not the submissive type Ana, and though I think you would give it a try, if I asked you, it's not the way forward for us. I said I wanted normal, and yes Ana, you are more than good enough for me! Why do you have so many self doubts, do you think I want to just use you and abuse you, because I don't want that Ana. I don't think I like how this is turning out Ana; it's turning into a bad idea isn't it?"
"You don't say, but it's something we have to talk about, my inexperience and my naivety with the kinky sex thing, shit or even the normal sex thing come to mention it! Christian as you know, because I do remember telling you whilst in my drunken wine induced oblivion, that I have never done that, this or anything in-between before, so I'm bound to be, oh god excuse that pun there, it wasn't intended. I'm a little behind in these sex games. Let's not forget, you are some sort of dominant sexpert, and I, to put it bluntly, am a mild mannered virgin, with aspirations to go to bed with a sex god, and give him my all, including the unclaimed bits of me!"
Crap, why am I being so unlike me? I'm as good as bending over and saying spank me master, I want you to dominate me, would I want that, do I want that? This being a fudging virgin really blows, it really does. My mind is somewhere else; perhaps it's in the 'I'm dying a virgin graveyard' and I am digging my own plot nice and deep, paff he hates me now.
"Ana, you want to have sex with me, and for me to take your virginity?" Derr, yes please...
"I think so, but now I have ruined it all and made a fool of myself." Way to go Stainless, now your back to being the bookworm geek you always are, grow a pair and keep the feisty Ana going a while longer.
"No, no you haven't, you actually have said aloud what I was thinking too, but I would like to do the friends thing first, and get to know you before we do that, and that is not what I ever thought I would hear myself ever saying, when it's all I am thinking of."
"You would and you want to be the one I lose it to, I mean really, you want to?" I'm doing somersaults in here, my heart is beating faster than it ever has, and my lady bits are pampering and preening themselves at the thought of sex with the stud muffin making me blush. My sub conscience however is a different matter; she has just strapped me in a chastity belt and hidden the key. Damn and fudge it, I'm a hot mess of confusion and fear, this shit is actually happening and he's serious, I hope?
"I would, very much so Ana. I haven't been feeling the dominant in me for a while; it seems to have gone or is not what I need anymore. I tried with my last two subs, and I just didn't have the heart for it, something was missing, and I don't know exactly when it happened either or why, but perhaps the needs I have now are for normality and friendship. It's a shock for me because it has been in my life since I was fifteen, and now after nearly as long with it, I don't want it anymore. I just didn't realise it until that very second, when I caught you at your front door, and I felt the desperate need and want, to look after you. Taylor offered, but I nearly threw him down the lift shaft, rather than let him do what I wanted to do. That was a shock to me Ana, my primal need to care for you kicked in, you were a mussed up, snotty nosed, red nosed, puffy eyed, waif and stray of a creature who answered that door, you touched something inside me and I am fucked if I know what?"
"Don't seasoned Dom's look after their subs like that anyway?"
"Yes, and I'm again shocked that you do know a little of the life? We do it without the ties of love, and the emotions. It's easier, you know without the constraints of all the crap that comes with having feelings for someone!"
"So, you still feel that romance is crap then?" My heart stops and I cross my fingers that it's a no.
"No, not crap, but it's an alien feeling for me, none the less. Ana, I have never loved in a normal way before, so starting to feel and to have normal feelings for someone is a new thing for me."
"You feel normal feelings for me?" Please say its yes, please, please, please!
"I think so, well different feelings, different from the ones I have when I'm with the others, that's for sure."
"But you love your family, yes?"
"Yes, I told you they are the most important people in my life, they made me part of their family and I am loved in a way I sometimes don't think I deserve. They showed me that side of love, having a loving family is a safe love and a different love, it's the other love, the romance and hearts and flowers type of love, which I'm worried about. My family they loved and still love me, even though I brought so much trouble to their door. Ana, I was an angry teenager, one who went off the rails, but eventually I found someone who showed me how to handle the anger and the angst, she saved me, she handled me, and she taught me everything I know, she introduced me to the love less lifestyle I enjoyed, that was until I met you. Ana, would you love me if I fucked up like I did with them, that's the terrifying thing, giving someone, you in this instance, a part of me nobody else has had, because I will fuck something up, and I may not even know I have?"
"Christian, love is not automatically given, it's not an easy road travelled, it's more of an adventure, it's a sort of fact finding mission, and it's a whole ball game neither of us have played before, with pitfalls and stops that have to be endured. I hear this love thing is damned hard to get right, even for a couple of first timers like me and you. Your teacher and girlfriend, by the way she seems like she was some sort of a really weird assed girlfriend. Holy hell, she was as fucked up as you were, and she sounds like a crazed sex freak from the sounds of it!
I picture you as two teenage rebels; who messed around a lot, you know under the bleachers at high school. Was she some sort of weird assed emo gothic type of chic? Oh crap, she was your first; the sex craved teenage taker of your innocence was a hornie girl, dressed in black and had a bad attitude! Oh to be the lucky taker of one Christian Trevelyan Greys cherry was it, I mean, did it last a long time, your 'first love' because on some level it was that, you fall badly for your first Christian!" He is laughing at me, crap I was too personal, fudgsickle, please open the window and suck me out now?
"Hahahaha, she was far from being a girl Ana, she was a much older woman, who yes dressed in black, and she still does as a matter of fact. She was a friend of my mother and father, she had needs her husband, who was way older than her, couldn't meet. She was nearing forty when we started my training. Her expert tutelage taught me how to handle my insecurities and anger issues."
"She was a paedophile, and that's putting it mildly. Shit, she should have known better, that was against the law what she did to you. That's one fucked up woman, and damn it I swore, fudge and blast it!"
"Ana, she taught me well, and through her I found myself. She took no shit from me and groomed me into being in part who I am today, she stopped the drinking, the smoking and gave me focus!"
"Your mother should have slapped the crap out of you for drinking, and then grounded you, that is what should have happened. I smoked a cigarette once, the wrath of Ray came down tenfold, and sorry Christian, but I never sought out a sugar daddy to rid myself of the stupid things I did as a teenager. Wow, when we went to prom Ray had his security on the door, looking for booze and condoms, that's how you deal with hornie angry teenage boys, you show them the error of their ways, by removing temptation, not by whipping and hog tying them." He looked mad as all hell.
"Anastasia, do not judge her, she helped me, she was my saviour and my lifeline to sanity. Now I am going to shower, I don't want to talk about her and me any more, not to someone who could not and will never understand my life!"
Oops he is pissed off with me, fine I grab my clothes when he slams the bathroom door on me, and so I head to the other bedroom thing we passed. He can have his space, because I sure as hell need mine. I smile at Taylor, who sort of half smiles back, either that or he has had a stroke, he isn't very emotional, perhaps he only employs emotionless drones, because crap he employed me! I open the door and wow, this is just as nice and yes, the bed is just as bouncy too. I head into the shower and wash away the confusion and the guilt at hurting him; can he not see what I do, that it was wrong? Hell, I was okay and a tad jealous of the emo Goth chic, who claimed his cherry, but the old sow who raped and took advantage of a troubled teenager, no, she was a different thing all together, she was and I don't care if the cretin can't see it, a monster of the worst kind, she was a paedophile!
The water was nice and hot and washed away the wine smell emanating from my pores; I used the damned expensive hair products and felt like a million bucks, well better than the five and dime girl I was before I stepped into the water. I dried myself, put on my jeans, tee shirt, my knitted jumper from Granny Steele, and lay on the bed, and I fudging cried like a baby. I was still crying when he knocked and came in, when I told him to go away. He rushed to the bed and held me as I wept. He kissed my head gently, god I want him, like I need air to breathe...
"Ana, I don't want to be the one who makes you cry like this. My past is just that, my past, you may not agree with it, but it was the best way of managing my life for me, at that particular time. Can we not discuss it anymore?"
"I am never going to ask you about her again, it makes me sick just thinking about it and what she did. I am only crying because I realise that I am too stupid and naive to be with someone like you. I think it's better we stick to the being just friends thing, anything else would be like... Well I don't know what it would be like, but I do know it would be a mismatch of epic proportions. We are so very different Christian; take what you're wearing for instance, you ooze class and sex appeal, me I look like an extra in Macklemore's thrift shop music video." He is laughing at me, I bet he hasn't even seen the damn video, and if he has best he doesn't think I smell like urine, I do find piss such a vulgar word, unless I'm pissed off, and there I go rambling and I'm partying with the sodding fairies again.
"Hahaha, you look beautiful and comfortable. I have a meeting to go to after we land, or I would be in sweats and be a hell of a lot more comfortable. You have a few things, which are being delivered to my apartment, that are yours to keep. Call them a signing on bonus, because you will need them for your job, and there is a clothing allowance too as part of the salary." I stopped crying, was he shitting me? Is he trying to buy me, like he did his other women, but crap as I haven't got any clothes or any way of buying more, I will use the bare minimum and that's it, I can raid Kate's wardrobes at her place here for more?
"Thank you, but..."
"...But nothing. Ana we went from getting somewhere last night, to now being two arguing strangers on a plane and I don't like being a stranger, nor arguing with you, I want to be in your life, now I'm in it. Come on your breakfast is ready, wipe your eyes Ana, we will get round this, I promise we will get back to us going somewhere."
"Okay, you really have to explain what and where that somewhere is Christian, because I'm really naive, you know that right?"
"Not naive, young and inexperienced that's all Baby, and that's what I like about you, that and the say it as it is attitude you have. Come on its getting cold, oh and here this is for you!" He leant down and kissed me, oh hell wow... I ummed into his kiss as his hands held my head to his. "Your kisses taste of your salty tears Miss Steele."
"Yours taste of honey and all the sweet crap you ooze out of these soft lips, the same ones you use to get your own way Mr Grey!"
"My soft lips against your angels minty breathe feels fine Miss Ana, I see you found the toothbrush and paste then?"
"I did you charmer thank you, now move your ass I'm starving, I hope there's plenty?"He pulled me off the bed and into his arms for another kiss, this is bliss and I think I am going to like being his friend. Breakfast was waiting as he said it would be, and yes, there was plenty, and all my favourites. I sat down opposite Christian, as the stewardess, had placed the plates opposite each other, I looked around for Taylor as he was missing in action.
"He eats with the attendant and always has done, sit before it gets cold." He sodding mind reads, crappola, I'm screwed, and with any luck that will come sooner than later, ha take that Miss Sub Conscience, I found the key and have locked it away.
"Oh he keeps to the employee and employer guidelines then?"
"He does, as do all my other staff, well almost all of them, Ros Bailey is a different species all together, as is Barney Sullivan, my IT guy, they were with me at Harvard and helped set up GEH, they are like family almost. I think you will like Ros, she tells it as it is too. Too much sometimes, here sit Baby, are you all right now?"
"I am, it was just lack of sleep and being hung-over, you know the bad morning after thing? I could have slept in this morning, when did we actually fall asleep?"
"I don't know, we were very drunk, we ate ice cream, and had fun especially when you asked me to kiss you. We got carried away and then we decided dancing was better than taking the kisses further."
"I asked you to kiss me, gosh what a harlot I was, and ouch your poor feet must need attention, because I don't dance well?"
"I know, as do my feet, that's when we fell asleep we gave each other foot rubs and the next thing I remember, was waking up sprawled across you, and you wrapped around my chest."
"Sorry, I didn't even remember we ate ice cream, oh god I do, you licked vanilla ice cream off my boobies. Christian, how come I only remember the bad things I let you do to me. Moving quickly on before you realise that was a rhetorical question, I have two of them, you know left feet, crap not boobies." He smiles as he eats the white thing on his plate, crap, is he eating the clouds? "What's that you're eating, it looks anaemic? Yes I realise I do have two boobs as well you perv Mr Grey." He smiles and his eyebrow moves salaciously up and down just a touch, but enough to make him even sexier! Why did I not even remember eating the ice cream before I opened my damned mouth, did we do more things, that I cannot remember doing?
"It's an egg white omelette, here taste." He places a little on his fork and feeds me. "What do you think?"
"It needs the rest of the eggs with it, that's what I think. You need proper food Christian, and that isn't proper!"
"I watch what I eat Ana."
"So do I, here look, I'm watching the pancake and umm the bacon, here taste, this is proper food!" I pick a rasher of bacon up and feed him a piece! He takes it and kisses my finger.
"I eat bacon and eggs Ana, but I'm training for the New York Marathon, so I'm cutting down on the fats in my diet. Thanks for sharing your bacon."
"You're welcome besides, you paid for it Christian!"
"Do you exercise Ana?"
"I run a little and take the odd class at the Y. I am not a strict do anything sort of a girl. I do it when I want to or feel like it and eat what I want, whenever I feel like eating, if, and I repeat if I overindulge, I do extra classes and do a cleanse."
"Oh that surprises me! I figured you read a lot and studied more."
"Guilty as charged and in between jobs I run and read. I have to ask what am I doing when I start working for you, and where will I work, because I do not remember the job conversation at all!"
There wasn't a job when I said it; but there will be, and it will be a proper paying job, because when I danced with her, I nearly asked her to sub for me, so very nearly, that was until I kissed her again, and I couldn't have done that again, had she even considered being my sub! That's not what I do with them; there is no kissing and no emotion involved, and do like kissing her, very much so and look forward to doing more, eventually, so I invented the job to keep her close, and she seems to be going along with my plan...
"I have purchased SIP, and a few small independent publishing houses over the past few months and I intend to call it Grey Independent Publishing."
"You are really calling your company GIP; it sounds like a bad call Grey, gip as in being sick?"
"Crap, that's why Ros was laughing, I never thought about it! So what company do you want to work for then?"
"You are letting me name your company?"
"I am, as long as it's not Fluffy Books Inc; then yes, I will consider your opinions Miss Steele."
"How about Grey House Publishing, and you have to go into digital publishing too. It's as they say the future, the market for e-books is pretty much virgin territory. There are only a few companies who are diversifying, like Amazon and the likes of the big on line book retailers. They incorporate all their books under the one site, e-books and hard copy books, as well as everything in between. Their dedicated author's pages are good. They do a hobbyist writing and submission section, where anyone who thinks they have it in them to be a writer can place their books on their site for sale. That is an area that needs the most work, their self publishing thing. In the main, it's a miss match of badly written books that need to be proof read first, but there is an occasional diamond in the rough."
"Umm, I like that, how about that's what you do for me and the company then, set about the wheels in motion for starting the e-books part of Grey House Publishing?"
"Okay, are you fudging serious, you want me to look at setting that up?"
"Yes, you will need help and you will need to get a team together, Barney will sort out the tech side of things and you will find the authors who want to sign with the newest e-book company about to hit the big time!"
"You do realise I have still to graduate Mr Grey?"
"I do Miss Steele, I'm giving the graduation speech, now eat up!"
"I guess I have to quit the book shop and bar too?"
"You do, your weekends are mine for a while Ana, if that's all right?"
"I'd like that, I'd really like that. Do I call you boss or Mr Grey at work? Stupid Ana, Mr Grey of course! See very confused and fuddled, are you sure about hiring me Christian, and that I won't be just the bosses over indulged girlfriend? Shit that slipped out, crapperty fudge pie." What did she just say?"I meant; I'm a girl who is just your friend, of course! It was a slip of the tongue and nothing more, Christian, wow you're as white as a sheet!"
"I... I... Sorry I wasn't thinking girlfriend and boyfriend, I never have, you know done that, but for now what we have, or are getting, is fine for now, I hope?"
"Yeah, eat the clouds and chill. I swear you looked like you were going to have a seizure Christian." He smiles and eats the white stuff, and I chomp my way through the pancakes, and my croissant with butter and jam. He watches as I eat my yummy goodness. Do his submissive girlies not eat? I bet they eat toasted subs and grilled cheese, and whipped cream, oh god I suddenly start choking as I laugh at the same time, my foods gone down the wrong way, I need water, I grab at the table cloth and panic sets in the water is empty and the food is stuck solid, crap.
"Ana, fuck Ana, are you all right? Taylor quick she's choking." Taylor rushes through and pats my back, nope the damn pancakes not for shifting, he suddenly grips me from my seat, and hugs me, and lifts my chest up and hugs harder, once, twice and on three the offending pancake hits Christian square in the mush... I laugh loudly as he looks at me with concern.
"Thanks for that Taylor, you saved my life, I sort of laughed, chewed, snorted and well choked all at the same time. That will teach me not to multi task with my food!"
"Are you all right now?" The man Taylor asks.
"Thanks I am Taylor, Christian please don't worry, has your food never gone down the wrong way before? Please go back and eat your meal Taylor, I was about to grab some water, when Christian lost the plot. Then I laughed more and it went down further. I'm fine I promise you, and I will chew my food more before I swallow it!" He checks me over and returns with the attendant to wherever they were eating.
"Ana, that worried me a little, well a lot, what made you laugh like that?"
"Food issues mainly, nothing really funny, it was a sub thing, as in do they eat subs and have whipped cream? I just wondered why you were watching everything I ate and then I wondered was it because the others don't eat?"
"Oh is that all? Yes they reheat subs for me which my cook prepares, so it was funny a little Ana. I do like to see people eat and clear their plates, I have a few food issues, and hate to see it go to waste."
"Not you too, you hate waste? God, you and Ray are so alike, we have a pig at home, that he bought for the kitchen waste and he gets fed the leftovers, because Dad hates wasted food, we were meant to have him fattened up for Christmas, but Sid the Pig is still around and getting even fatter three years later. He never made it to the killing place, and for a while Dad even stopped eating bacon, well for about three weeks." He is laughing at me again. I really need to be more intellectual with him and around him. I am after all a grown assed educated woman.
"Ana, this is what I like about you, the hilarity you bring into a serious conversation, I'm talking about a starving boy and you talk about Sid the pig!"
"Who was the starving boy Christian, not you surely?"
"Sit Ana please, and yes it was. When Grace, my mother, adopted me, I was a bag of mere skin and bones. I was malnourished, so much so, that at four years of age I looked more like a toddler of about two years of age."
"Hu, you were adopted? I thought, well I assumed, which was stupid of me really, you were, crap I mean you are part of a happy family. Derr, start again, the Grey's adopted you at four and took you into their family, good for them, so you have food issues, kink issues, is there anything else that has an issue attached?"
"I don't like to be touched!"
"What, but I have hugged you and know I've definitely touched you, when we slept together! Surely to have sex, you need to be touched and to touch?"
"When you touched me, it shocked me too, and more so that I allowed you to continue, perhaps all it took was you touching me, you know to allow me to appreciate its charm and appeal!" He smiled and started to laugh as I continued to eat!
"What, waste not want not, though the pancake of death can be thrown away Christian!" He took the offending mushed mess from his shirt front, he will need a clean one, but first we need to talk, and about some really serious problems, it seems!
"Ana, I see the cogs turning there, don't over think things, I am better for being a Grey, than I ever was being the hungry kid, Christian James."
"Yeah, well we can't always choose our parents Christian, I am adopted too, by Ray and he is the best thing to happen to me too. So, what are we going to discuss next?"
"We can talk about anything you want!"
"Or do anything we want?"
"If you want, yes, why what do you want to do?"
"I want to just sit and talk about everything, but I'm really tired, the lack of sleep has finally caught up with me."
"Okay, you know where the cabin is."
"Would that be yours or mine, Christian?"
"Whichever you want, but if it's mine, it will have to be with me. I need a power nap."
"What are we waiting for then?" He held my hand and led me to his cabin, to sleep. The rest would come later, of that, I'm sure, but I watch as he looks at me, he has a look in those dark grey eyes, which is hard to figure, does he not want this or he wants this and doesn't think I want this.
"Christian, what's the matter?"
"We are taking this slowly Ana, please, I'm so fucked up with this, this thing we have started. I want to be sure, before we do this. I know I want to, and would love nothing more than this to be the start of something, I don't know perhaps we can just relax and talk, whilst lying on the bouncy bed?"
"That all I wanted, for now the slow and steady is fine with me Christian, which side of the bed do you want?"
"I don't have a preference as I have never slept with anyone in my bed."
"What, you have never slept with a woman before this?"
"No, my bed is for sleeping in, I have a room for the other stuff, and when we or rather I have had my fill they go to their room alone."
"Oh, okay, so which side do you want?" I say as he watches me take off my jeans and jumper, did he lick those lush lips?
"The right hand side, I think and I need to rid myself of this shirt. No getting excited, it's just a body and a face Ana!"
"Okay, you know that's a crock of horse shit right, you know you are hunky don't you?"
"Apparently so; but it's not something that I indulge in. I have never accepted the passes from the women throwing themselves at me, and they do, Taylor is a good bodyguard Baby."
"Hey I fainted; I did not throw myself at you, and god this bed is bouncy Christian."
"Let's test it together Ana." I lay down as he crawled up the bed... The rest of the flights going to be interesting, because if I'm not mistaken, he has a ever growing bulge in his Calvin's and wow what a bulging bulge, crap is it happening here and now...?
So... Should it happen and should Ana's first time be in the mile high club? On the other hand, do I send the gods of turbulence to make them wait lol...?
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