I want to begin by saying how very sorry I am for not updating for so long. I started a new job a few months ago and I've had little time to myself since. Right now I'm not sure if I will continue with this story although I greatly appreciate every single person who has followed or commented up till now.
At the weekend I had time to spare and wrote a short one shot for The Blacklist. I understand people following this story may find it frustrating that I wrote something new instead of returning here. I'd feel the same ... but I just wanted to try my hand at something new.
Today I received a rather cheeky comment - IN SHOUTY CAPITALS – talking about respect. Well I'm sorry you are so annoyed but I came to fanfiction for a bit of fun and a way to relax. I'm not paid for this, it's not my job. AND Funnily enough I find nothing relaxing about cheeky comments from guest reviewers who leave me no way to respond to them (other than this dreadful non update).
I promise if and when I return to the story I will try to conclude it quickly.
Best Wishes
FarTooMuchTimeOnMyHands (FTMTOMH)
PS – A few weeks back I started to work on the next chapter. The little I had time for is below.
Ana's POV
The kiss is incomprehensibly satisfying. I try to focus on every movement I make – hoping effort will make up for my inexperience but I'm so distracted by the sheer force of my attraction to Christian that time could have stopped or hours could have passed. Through the fog I realise we're about to move our relationship on and the idea thrills me but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel nervous.
I feel him slowly and seductively move the bedding away from me and settle himself over me. I know, because I don't feel any great weight, that he's supporting himself above me but still I feel enveloped by him.
My breath shudders as he slides one hand inside the shirt he has given me to wear. His hand moves around my body before settling on my back and I use this as encouragement to arch my body into his. He makes the faintest sound, so quiet that I wonder if it was my imagination. Then slowly he begins to slide his hand around my body. I moan slightly in anticipation as he starts to move his hand upwards, unfortunately on his way there he accidently applies pressure to one of my newly acquired bruises. I try to stifle the gasp but at least a part of it escapes and he instantly freezes. When I look into his eyes I see lust, panic and anger staring back at me. I'm not sure what to say but I know one thing for certain ... we won't be having sex tonight.