Chapter 8
We pretty much stay entwined in each other's bodies all evening. Christian is a fantastic lover and makes sure he brings me to orgasm each time. He leaves trails of fire in his wake wherever those hands and that mouth touch me. In response, I breathe him in like my favourite perfume.
The moonlight peeks through the gaps in the curtains now. They shine a line of light on our bodies as we lay side by side, looking at one another.
"So, where are we going on a date back in Seattle?" I ask quietly, biting my lip.
With Christian, I feel as though I'm a love-struck teenager and a desirable woman all at the same time. It's the best feeling ever.
"Wherever your heart desires," he smiles. "We could go skydiving, out for dinner, a ride in my helicopter..."
"You have a helicopter?" I ask excitedly.
"Yeah, I'll take you in it if you like," he suggests.
"That would be amazing," I confess. "Definitely an epic date idea."
"Well we could make a weekend of it," he continues. "I'll pick you up and we can go helicopter riding and paragliding or something. On the evening, I'll buy you a Givenchy dress and we can go to dinner. You'll spend the night at my place," he pauses to take my hand, interlacing my fingers with his. "I'll show you how loud I really make you scream without the consequences of other people in the house."
I flush from head to toe, feeling giddy already.
"In the morning I'll take you to breakfast at Tiffany's. I'll buy you a necklace."
He fingers the empty space of my neck, beckoning me closer.
"Can you actually have breakfast at Tiffany's?" I wonder. "I don't think you can."
"You can if you're Christian Grey," he smirks, resting his hand on my waist.
"Mr Grey, are you always this cocky?" I giggle.
"Only on Tuesdays."
I lean in for a kiss and he doesn't disappoint.
"The date weekend sounds wonderful, if not like a movie," I murmur. "I keep thinking somebody's going to pinch me soon and I'll wake up back in the office."
He pinches me teasingly and I shove him, rolling us so that I'm on top.
"I'm in charge now Christian Grey," I say, my attempt at being dominating.
"Oh yes you are." His eyes are smouldering as he pulls me down for a long kiss.
We wake up around 5am. Christian kisses me awake, all over my neck. Soft, sultry little nips that make my eyes flutter and my back arch for more.
"Merry Christmas Ana," he breathes.
This startles me. I sit up anxiously, rubbing my eyes and adjusting them to the dark.
"Christian it's Christmas," I breathe.
"I know," he laughs.
"But we're still in a B&B. We didn't make it home."
All of a sudden I feel like crying. Crying because I'm torn between wanting to be home with my family and wanting to stay here with Christian. Torn because soon our bubble will be burst and we'll have to face the real world and I don't want that.
"My jet is coming for us at 9am," he explains, his hand stroking through my hair. "The storm blew itself out last night. Now we're just left with snow."
"We're going home?" I gasp.
"Yeah," he nods. "The plane will land at an independent runway 20 minutes from here. A landowner has agreed with my pilot."
I wrap my arms around him then tightly. A few tears land in his shoulder but he just continues to hold me.
"Hey," he eventually says, pulling me back and tilting my chin up with his finger. "Don't be sad, you can't be sad at Christmas okay? It's completely against the rules. How about we celebrate our own Christmas Day on the 27th?"
"Really?" I smile.
"Yeah." His fingers trail across my ear, making me feel ticklish. "We'll have Christmas dinner 2.0 at my place. I'll give you your presents and you can stay the night."
I kiss him with everything I have. "Surely you're not real?" I murmur against his lips.
He lifts me onto his lap; I can feel his erection underneath me, only my thin scrap of lace separating us.
"I'm very real," he says, moving my panties to the side and easing me down on him instantly. "Feel that? Does that feel real?"
I whimper as I nod. Our foreheads bump against each other and I moan, our bodies joining together in unison like they were made for one another.
"You're amazing," he says quietly, watching my reactions.
Both our eyes are open, making it so much hotter. My lips attach to his neck, tasting the skin there. He smells and tastes so good. I lick across, up to his ear. In response, his hands grip harder onto my ass, pushing me down on him harder. My fingers knot in his hair as my teeth graze his lobe.
"Feels so good," I manage to get out.
My boobs against his chest feel incredible. One hand comes up to palm my left, tweaking and rolling my nipple. We both come soon after and I flop onto his chest, thoroughly sated.
We go down to breakfast a few hours later. Lynn sits with us as we eat; I can tell she's
Sad to see us go.
"It was lovely having you," she says as she sips her tea. "Again, I'm sorry about the room situation."
"It's okay, it was pretty great actually." Christian links my hand in front of her and her eyes widen.
"You're together?" She smiles profoundly.
I nod happily.
"Lynn I can't thank you enough," I begin. "If it wasn't for you, we never would have got to share this time together."
"I'm happy for you my dear," she says, reaching forward to clasp her hand in my free one. "Sometimes, a Christmas miracle truly can happen."
I have to agree. I guess it really does.
Lynn drops us to the place where the plane is. It stands proudly in a big open field and all I can do is stare.
"I can't believe you actually own a plane," I say, dumbfounded.
Christian just chuckles and pulls me forward.
Coming down the steps, a man dressed in a crisp suit greets us.
"Ana, this is Taylor. Taylor, Ana."
"Nice to meet you ma'am," he says professionally, making me feel like a grandma.
"You're Christian's bodyguard," I acknowledge.
"Yes."
"Is it truly safe to fly?" I ask
He nods his head. "We wouldn't risk it if it weren't. I got here no problem, skies are clear. There's nothing to worry about ma'am."
Feeling more at ease, I climb the stairs into the most extravagant private jet. It's all deep oak brown leather reclining seats and iPads for TV's. There's even a plush carpet to match.
"Let's sit here," Christian says, edging me into a cosy corner by the window.
The seats feel fantastic. They're so comfy and I just sink into them.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" He asks suddenly. "Or whatever you want. It's Christmas after all."
"Sure."
I suddenly feel like I'm a celebrity. Growing up, we weren't poor but we definitely had to save and watch our were few and far between and this kind of life is the one we only dare dreamed of. When I first met my best friend Kate in freshman year at college, I thought she was practically royalty. Rich as she may be, her family do not even hold a candle to the kind of money Christian has. It's overwhelming to even comprehend.
"Hey," Christian looks over, noticing my quietness. "You okay? You like the plane?"
"It's fabulous," I assure him.
I take his hand, holding it in my own.
"I love that you're so successful," I tell him. "But I just want you to know, I'd feel the same way even if you had nothing and I had to travel back with you in the boot of someone's truck."
He smiles. A really warm and endearing one.
"I know," he finally says, leaning in for a kiss. "That's why I want you. It might sound silly but I knew you were different as soon as I laid eyes on you."
I get all melty and swoony looking into his grey eyes. I want to kiss him and touch him, just like this morning.
I lean in, close to his ear so that no one can hear.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I whisper.
"Of course."
"When I was a teenager, it was always a wish of mine to be part of the mile-high club."
I blush as he bursts out laughing.
"Well, we wouldn't want your teenage dreams to be unfulfilled would we?" He grins.
I shake my head no as I make my way toward the bathroom, waggling my butt just a little.
We land atop Christian's penthouse. If I thought his plane was luxurious, it's nothing compared to this.
"This is insane," I admire as we walk through it in order to exit the building.
"I'll give you a proper tour when you come round," he promises, taking my hand.
At the door, we linger in each other's arms for a while. Neither of us are ready to say goodbye it seems.
"Taylor will drop you home," he says quietly, stroking my hair. "It's not far from here. Another bonus."
I wrap my arms around his waist, peeking up through my eyelashes.
"I've had the best last few days," I say. "I'm so glad I got stuck at the airport with you."
He kisses my nose.
"I'll see you soon," he promises. "In two days okay? I'll pick you up."
I nod and reach for a kiss.
As I drive in the backseat of Taylor's car and snow falls gently against the windows, I wonder how I'll explain this to everyone. That I, Anastasia Steele, just met and fell in love with The Christian Grey just a few days ago. They'll think I'm bonkers and part of me thinks so too. What are the chances of finding my soulmate at a packed airport? Until now, I never even believed in soulmates or love at first sight or any of that kind of thing. Now my world has been turned upside down and I've never been happier.
I guess that dreams really can come true. And just maybe, Christmas is truly magical after all.
Fin.
A/N Hi guys I'm back! I'm in my final year at university so it's been super hectic however I've got a spare moment and wanted to update. Hope you all had a great Christmas and new year. Also hope you enjoyed this little Christmas story, (might do an epi for it) and can't wait for the next one. Also, look out for the brand-new colours p2 story coming this weekend! – Elizabeth xxx
