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All of me- John Legend.

Ch- 21: The Perfect Night.

There is darkness everywhere. I try waving my hand in front of my face but I can't see anything. Where am I? What is going on? It's then I feel it. An unseen leg is kicking my stomach. Oh God no. The baby… more hands and feet join in. kicking, punching. I scream out, curling into a ball to save the baby. "Stop… please. Stop!" the pain in unbearable. Overwhelming. Blinding. "Christiaaaaan!"

APOV

I jolt awake. Christian's white shirt that I'm currently wearing is soaked with sweat. Looking around I don't see Christian. He isn't in bed with me. Still reeling from the nightmare, I start searching or him. I don't have to look long though. I know that there is only one place he'd be in the middle of the night. Surely enough I find him at the piano.

When I slowly slide into the seat beside him, he looks up from where his head was resting on the closed lid of the piano keys. His eyes are haunted. I know he is still trying to figure out what happened today. He trusted Elena, he respected her, maybe even loved her once but to see years worth of friendship and trust crumble in a matter of seconds….

Resting my head on his shoulder, I sigh. There's no point in pushing him. He'll talk when he is ready. After awhile, I hear him mumble, "Why are you awake?"

"You weren't in bed with me, I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Nightmares aren't anything new for me. Though, when you are with me I don't have them…." I trail off.

"I know it's the same for me. You know when Jack had taken you…." I pause. "I had made my mom give me sedatives so I could sleep. I still have nightmares of those few hours." He sounds so small, so vulnerable, it tugs at my heart.

"Do you miss your lifestyle?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. I don't know why I just asked that, but seeing him with Elena today opened a can of worms I had hidden in the far corner of my mind. He stiffens at the question. "Why do you ask that?" his voice is soft, too soft. A lopsided shrug is my answer. "seeing Elena and you together, I guess. Plus, I don't mind the playroom once in a while."

"I know you don't. And no I don't miss the lifestyle. It was my coping mechanism. Now I have another one. Or better yet I don't really need a coping mechanism anymore. I have you to love and protect and soon I'll have someone else to do the same. The dynamics of that lifestyle is almost unexplainable. I don't know how to explain it to you d I don't expect you to understand. I just want you to be here and do what you are doing."

I look up at him, my heart swollen with love. "Doing what?" I ask.

"Looking at me like that. Keep doing that and I'll forget that I was someone else before you came back to my life."

Unable to come up with an answer for that I do the next best thing. I reach up and kiss him.

I groan as he nips at my bottom lip and his tongue invades mine. He tugs at my hand, pulling me, so that I am straddling him, my knees on either side of his parted thighs. A grab a fitful of his hair as he moves to kiss my check, chin, the underside of my jaw. I arch my back and moan when he leaves over mouth kisses on my neck.

Swiftly and deftly each button is undone from the white button down. I expect him to push the wide open shirt over my shoulders, but instead he leans down to nuzzle in between my breasts. He hums against them, causing me to shiver.

He suddenly lifts me up and places me on the closed lid of the keys. I lean against the top of the piano as he kneels in front of me. Christian lowers his head. His stubble scratches against my skin as he eases my legs open, baring me wide. He is trailing kisses, licking and nipping at my inner thighs until, God, his tongue licks up against me in a hot, wet swoop.

I groan, looking for an anchor and grabbing a hold of the first thing I can find, which incidentally turns out to be his hair. Christian licks again, swirling his tongue over my tender nub until I'm panting. "Oh God," I gasp, arching up to meet his mouth. This is incredible. My body clenches, aching for his touch.

He pulls away then, and I cry out at his sudden absence. The pressure is building inside me, coiling tighter, and I moan as he stands to tower over me.

"Fuck. You taste so sweet. You will not come until I tell you to." A guttural groan is my only answer. He dips two fingers inside, curling them. I writhe. "Answer me." Christian growls in my ear, nipping at the lobe. "I won't…" I pant, breathless.

He then he starts to move his hand. Fuck, now I really am close. I clench around him, bucking up against his hand. "Christian!" I cry, gripping his shoulder and hooking my feet to the piano bench. He slides his fingers out of me, then back, deeper. Fuck! I shake my head, thrashing against him. He pins me down with his other hand. Out, then back, a slow deep slide that makes my blood boil. "I'll come, I can't stop."

He grins a wolfish grin, and then he lowers his head and licks me again. Oh God, I don't know how much more I can take. Every nerve in my body is wired tight with tension, begging for release. He licks me slowly, gently pumping his fingers inside me, until I can feel my body start to build.

Christian skims his fingertips over my breasts, making them ache, heavy with need. Slowly, he licks up my slit, circling and sucking on my clit. He laps up against me, the pressure building with every flick of his tongue. I moan. He opens my lips, licking the soft folds, while sticking his fingers deep inside me. He curls them even deeper, and again sucks my clit. He looks up at me, his gaze tender yet animalistic. "Now come for me," he orders, kissing me with a fierce possessiveness. He thrusts again. I come, moaning his name over and over and over. Christian pulses his fingers again and again, riding out my orgasm.

Before I can even recover from the last orgasm, I feel myself slide forward and onto Christian's lap. Gently lifting me he impales into me.

I grip onto his shoulders, my knees on either side of his thighs and start to move. Wrapping an arm around my waist, Christian lifts me up and down, setting a rhythm. It's hard, fast and rough. It's been a long time since he has been anything but gentle with me. Leaning forward he buries his face at the side of my neck, "Ride me, baby. Hard and fast. Take it, take it all" he growls into my ear. Then he leans down to nip at my neck. I tilt my head and moan, and one of his hands grab a hold of the piano and I increase my speed. My body convulses, muscles clenching and I know I'm close again.

As if sensing the very same thing he slams into me harder and I cry out, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. A few more powerful thrusts, Christian is groaning and spilling into me.

I lay my head on his shoulder too exhausted to form a coherent thought. I feel him rise and lift me into his arms and carry me into the bedroom. He wraps me around himself and I hear him softly murmur as I slip under the lull of exhaustion, "What is it about midnight conversations?"

I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I fall asleep, cradled in his arms.

It is still early in morning when I wake up. Sun light filters through the cracks in the curtain, bathing the room in light.

Christian is asleep beside me, a heavy arm thrown over my waist and his head on my shoulder. It's as if even in his sleep he is afraid, he will loose me.

Gently untangling myself from his vice-like grip I get up from the bed. Instead of going into the bathroom, I move to stand in front of the mirror on the opposite wall of the bed.

Lifting my shirt I turn to the side. I haven't really gained any weight. Like at all. Cupping my stomach with my hands I stare at my reflection. "You are not showing yet." Mumbles I voice behind me. I yelp in surprise and see Christian sitting up in bed, leaning against the head board and giving me a sleepy, sleepy smile.

I turn back around at the mirror, "Yeah, I guess. It has only been about two months." But I frown at my image. I wasn't one of those self-obsessed, figure conscious girls, but I did have a conscience and I am a woman. I'm gonna be fat and heavy and awkward. As if sensing my wayward thoughts, Christian gets up from his sprawled position and stands behind me wrapping his arms around me and splays his hands over my tummy. Dropping a kiss on my shoulder he murmurs, "I know exactly what your thinking, and-" one of his hands come up to splay over my heart, cupping my breast at the same time "as long as you have this," he continues "and this," the other hand duck below my shirt, teasing the edges of my panties, "you don't have to think about anything else. Plus, I love you for who you are and don't you get that knowing the fact that it's a part of me whose inside you fills me with giddiness?"

I giggle at the choice of words. I turn in his arms and lean up to kiss him. He places his forehead against mine his eyes filled with love and adoration. A look that fills me with warmth. "Let's take a shower. It's your first day back at the office right?"

But before I can answer I feel a bout of nausea and run into the bathroom, barely in time to lift the toilet seat, before dry heaving into it. Christian comes in, crouches behind me and holds my hair up.

"You were saying something about a shower?" I mumble sleepily. Christian doesn't say anything, just scoops me into his arms and carries me into the shower.

CPOV

There's a subtle knock on the door and then Welch comes striding in. He looks somber. Shit. Welch never looks somber. No matter how intense the situation is. "What's going on?"

He takes a seat and then leans back and sighs. "Jack just had a visitor, ever since the visitor left, he has been tight lipped. Guess who the visitor was?"

I give him a pointed look. After a beat he continues. "It was a guy named Jake."

Jake… Jake… the name is ringing a bell. Do I know a Jake? And then it clicks. "Is he the guy Elena is currently fucking?" I burst.

"The one the same. He came in, showed a few pieces of papers to Jack and then left. He was this close to confessing about Elena's involvement." He puts his thumb and forefinger together, not even a millimeter gap between them, indicating how close they really were to the truth. "And then BAM!" he continues, "He just shuts up. Not another word."

I rake a hand through my disheveled hair. "Fuck. What the fuck is happening? Find out what this Jake might have shown Jack and get everything you can on this Jake guy. I have a feeling he is going to be a new problem for us."

Welch nods, solemn. "I'll get on it." then he gets up and disappears through the door.

I sit there and stare out the window, lost. I feel so fucking lost. Tonight has to be perfect, no matter what.

APOV

The first thing I register is Christian's absence when I climb into the Audi SUV. Taylor meets my gaze through the rearview mirror and he smiles a mischievous smile. I frown at him, what is he up to?

Sawyer hands me a white envelope, his expression mirroring Taylors. "I really do not like the smiles on your faces." I tell them, annoyed. They both burst into fits of laughter and I huff as I open the envelope. Inside is a single piece of paper. It says,

"Wear everything left on the bed and then Taylor will drive you to your next destination. Get in the car by 6:15. Sharp. I'm in the mood for a little treasure hunt tonight."

-C

I feel butterflies come alive in my tummy at the sight of the note. My pulse picks up and adrenaline courses through my bloodstream. This will be fun.

There is a whole outfit laid out on the bed, back at the Escala. There is a sheer chiffon blue dress with matching lacy underwear. I run into the shower, making sure my hair doesn't get wet. The dress falls to my ankles in soft waves, shimmering in certain lightning. The dress is a choker collared one, the collar designed to resemble a necklace. There is also a box labeled Cartier. Inside the box rests a pair of teardrop shaped sapphire earrings. The large sapphire surrounded with many tiny diamonds. My eyes bulge at the sight. They are the prettiest earrings ever. Putting them on, I step into my heels and look at my reflection.

I can barely recognize myself. The woman staring back at me has soft pink lips, a natural reddish tint to her cheeks. But it's her eyes that don't match mine. They are blue like mine. But they are huge and alive. They are filled with mirth and giddiness with an undercurrent of lust swirling in its depths.

Yep… I'm definitely ready.

Mrs. Jones beams at me from the Great Room, waving the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner in the air and giving me an approving nod. She looks so ridiculous that I can't help but laugh.

Stepping into the garage I come face to face with beautiful silver 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish Convertible. I gasp at the sight of the beauty. Sawyer grins from where he is standing off at the side. "What is this?" I ask him, still reeling from the beauty of the car standing in front of me. 'Sex-on-wheels' is an applicable title for it. Sawyer gives me a lopsided shrug. "You had asked for your Porsche to be sold, you –know- after everything." He mumbles his voice hardening at the thought of Jack. And I remember that I had indeed asked for my old car to be sold. "So Mr. Grey called up the dealership and asked for this to be delivered in the Porsche's place." I nod, understanding the dynamics of it all. My Porsche was new and expensive. I had worked many years to buy the car. And now…. I sigh. It's truly ironic that once upon a time Jack used to be my closest friend and now everything he touches seemed to have turned toxic.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Christian obviously planned this evening for the two of us and I won't allow myself to be upset over how things have turned out. Grinning, I turn to Sawyer, "can I drive?"

"Yes you can. I have to drive it back." Squealing like a kid in Christmas, I jump into the car. I speed into the highway in the highest legally possible speed. Sawyer enters the address of a hotel into the GPS system and soon I am parking in front of the Olympic Fairmount Hotel.

The receptionist asks for my name. "Anastasia Steele." I mumble, looking around at the massive lobby. The receptionist gasps, "Ms. Steele! Oh God. Your room number is 2018. You are in the penthouse suite. Here are your keys. Is there anything else you need?" she asks me politely, handing over the key card for the room. Murmuring I polite thank you, I get into the elevator.

Pressing the button for the penthouse suite, I feel the nervousness return tenfold. Why am I nervous? I ask myself. It's not like it's our first date or something.

The elevator door opens to a massive foyer. The door is opened and when I get in, I see a trail of rose petals going deeper into the room. Prying off my heels, I gently step onto the train of rose petals. Oh Christian! This is….

Halfway into the massive living-room of the suite, Christian emerges. He is dressed casually in a pair of dark- washed jeans and a black t-shirt that defines the muscles on his chest. He looks edible. Grinning at me, he strides forward, pins me to him and drops a toe curling kiss on my lips. I moan into his mouth. Pulling back, his breathing is labored but he still doesn't say anything. Simply grasps my hand and pulls me forward into a massive dining room.

There are candles lining the walls, while the huge glass window looks down at Seattle. Soft music plays in the background. And in the middle of all this is a dining table for two, with candles lit in the center of it.

This whole thing is just so utterly, heartbreakingly romantic that I feel tears pooling in my eyes. Christian looks down at me, concern marring his beautiful face. "Hey you okay?" he says, pulling me to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, "yeah I'm fine. This whole thing, it's just, no one has ever done anything so amazing for me. Like ever. Have I told you how amazing you are?" I murmur. Christian gives a white- toothed dazzling smile. "Want to dance?" I shrug.

I place my hand in his. He grins lazily down at me and pulls me into his embrace, his arm curling around my waist, and he starts to sway.

I put my free hand on his shoulder and grin up at him, caught in his infectious, playful mood. And he starts to move. Boy can he dance. We cover the floor, whirling and turning in time to the music. And he makes it so effortless for me to follow.

We glide around the dining table, towards the window. Pressing my head against his shoulder, I feel the weight lift. The weight of the last few months, the baby, the pending cases with Jack, exposing Elena, everything.

"Let's eat." He grins down at me. At the table he pulls my chair back, seating me in place.

All of a sudden a waiter appears at the doorway, serving us our entrees. It's fried calamari with a dipping sauce. Yum.

I dig into the food. It tastes divine. When I raise my head to look at Christian, I find him watching me, a small smile gracing his face. "What?"

"You're eating." His eyes gleam in amusement.

I blush. "I'm eating two people's serving at once. What do expect?"

"I expect you to be nice and round. I don't want my kid to be nutrition deprived." He says without a beat. I gape at him. He chuckles at my expression. "Eat up. You'll need the energy. It's gonna be a long, long night."

CPOV

I feel the stupid box burning a hole in my pocket. I really should've planned this through. Before sex? Or after sex? Fucking hell. I'm nervous and I'm never nervous. I've stared down boardroom full of condescending, rich pricks and I've never wavered. The fuck is wrong with me?

Elliot's words flow through my head. Grow a pair of balls and do it. Just fucking do it.

Just fucking do it.

After sex, it is.

Watching Ana eat is a delight. She all but gobbles up the whole dinner. When dinner is cleared, I get up and grasp Ana's hand and tug her into the bedroom.

"Where are we going?" she asks me, confused.

"Why baby, it's time for desert. I hope you still like chocolate ice-cream." I remember a few times, when we got lucky back at the orphanage; Ana would devour a whole bowl of chocolate ice-cream in one sitting. We had countless fights over chocolate ice-cream back then. I smile wistfully. Ana somehow makes the direst situations tolerable.

I feel Ana chuckle behind me. "Yes, I still like it. You were so possessive. Even back then. I remember once, I almost clawed your hair off, hadn't I?" yeah, she had once done that. The matrons had to tear us apart. We were locked in two different rooms and weren't given any food for the next few days as punishment for the whole fight. Not that we were normally given food during the week days. I also had taken five lashes on the back. I had missed her terribly during those days.

Done with feeling nostalgic, I drag her into the master bedroom and turn around to see her reaction as she takes in the décor of the room.

There are flowers everywhere. Ana's favorite flowers are roses, and roses in different shades line each and every wall, nook and corner. A myriad of emotions flicker through Ana's face as she takes in the sight. At first, there is shock, and then awe, then some shock and finally love. Unconditional love. Now I recognize it and now I know I'd do anything to make sure that I have that for the rest of my goddamned life.

"You like?" I whisper, softly into her ear.

"Oh Christian." She breathes my name like a prayer and it takes every ounce of control I have not to throw her on the bed and slam into her. No, I'm going to savor this.

"You want to play, baby?" I ask her.

She doesn't hesitate. "Yes." I fall in love with her a little more. I step back from her embrace. "Turn around." I move my finger in a circular motion and she quickly obliges. I slowly unzip her dress and drag the material down her body. Agonizingly slowly, brushing my fingertips against her skin but missing out the parts I know that she is silently begging me to touch.

She slowly turns around and I help her step out of the dress pooling at her feet. I reach around her and deftly unclasp her bra.

I then move to sit on the bed and look up at her. Her cheeks are blood red and I know her hands are itching to cover herself, but she doesn't.

Lying back, propped on my elbow I say, "Strip me."

Her entire face lights up.

Slowly moving forward, she kneels at my feet, gently prying off one shoe then the other. Following my socks. Then she moves forward, all the while trailing her nails over my legs. I feel my breath hitch in my throat.

Feeling impatient, I abruptly get up, pull my shirt up over my head and get rid of my pants and boxers at the same time.

Kneeling on the bed, Ana moves forward and kisses me soundly on the mouth, all the while rubbing herself against me, much like a cat waiting to be petted.

I gently push her into the bed, climbing over her. Straddling her, I look down her. She's hands-down the most beautiful woman in this world.

"Trust me?" I whisper.

She nods. That's all I need.

Laying her flat on her back on the bed, I pin her hands to her sides, then attach the soft, leather cuffs to her slim wrists, so that they are extended at her sides, attached to the side of the bed. Then I slip the blind fold over her head and then sit back to admire the view.

Getting up, I retrieve the small bowl of chocolate ice-cream sitting on top of the mini refrigerator. I already have a change of sheets placed underneath the current layer. So that won't be a problem.

Going back to the bed, I sit astride her. I feel her squirm beneath me. "Getting impatient are we, Ms. Steele?" I murmur playfully.

Ana groans, "please, Christian." I scoop a spoon full of the ice-cream into my mouth. Then I bend down and kiss her, letting the soft, cool liquid flow into her mouth. She moans into my mouth, causing me to harden further. Those amazing sounds…

"More ice-cream." Ana grumbles from beneath me. I laugh at that. She sounds so adorable. A stark contrast to her current position.

Scooping a spoonful of ice- cream, I feed her. "I think the baby loves ice- cream already." I hear her mumble. My heart squeezes at the thought. In a good way though. I bend down and press my lips to her barely visible bump.

Slowly, I let the ice-cream melt off the spoon and drip on to her body. The ice- cream drips down her sternum onto her chest. I slowly lick her off her body, loving the way she squirms under me. "I think, I just found my favorite ice- cream flavor," I whisper, "its chocolate covered Ana."

Dropping a large dollop on each of her nipple, I lean down and lick, suck lap the ice- cream off, molding them to stiff peaks. She arches her back, pushing her breasts out towards me.

Smiling smugly, I continue my torture. Scooping up more ice- cream I let it melt and drip in a line, stopping to deposit a large dollop in her navel. Then a drop another large dollop directly on her clitoris. I gently lick off every last drop of ice- cream off her body. When I flick at her clit, and then gently bite on it, Ana suddenly spirals into an orgasm.

I smile a cat-ate-the-canary smile.

Before she can fully recover from her first orgasm I rip off the blindfold and lift her legs to my shoulder. I kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I drive into her. She gives out a startled scream and I feel her clench around me. Damn… it's deeper this way.

Lifting her hips clear off the bed, I begin to move. To really move. I move hard and fast, burying my head on the side of her neck. I pepper small kisses and nips there. One perk of being pregnant? There's no point in using a condom.

Ana tilts her head, and I feel her convulse around me, telling me she is close. I reach between us and pinch her sensitive clit. Not too hard that it'd hurt. Just enough to get her off. Sure enough a few thrusts later, Ana is screaming out her release, clenching so tightly around me that I go overboard with her.

I growl out my release.

APOV

I wake up feeling disoriented. Where am I?

Oh yeah, the hotel. Turning my head, I see it's around one in the morning and Christian isn't beside me. I find him at the other side of the room, standing in front of the widow. He is shirtless and even in the dim twinkling city lights; I can see the tension in the muscles on his back.

Wrapping the sheet around me, I stride forward. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest my head in between his shoulder blades. I slowly feel the tension leave him. Turning in my embrace he smirks at me but his eyes are haunted. "Of all the clothes you have, this one is my favorite." I flush at his words. Belatedly, I realize he is trying to distract me, successfully so.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, concern lacing me voice. His eyes immediately soften. He shakes his head at me. I open my mouth to protest when he leans down at kisses me. Tries to devour me.

He pulls back and I hear words "fuck it." being softly spoken.

And then….

And then…

He does something I wouldn't have seen coming in a million years.

He drops to a knee and looks up at me. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember. You have been the light in my darkest days, the balm to my whip marks but most importantly you loved me for who I am, not what I've become. I realize that now. I want infinite mornings waking up with you nestled in my arms. I want spend the rest of my fucking life with you. Anastasia Rose Steele, will you make me the luckiest fucking bastard in this world and marry me?" and then he produces a ring box out of nowhere. Inside the velvet rests a beautiful silver ring, with a giant sapphire in the middle and tiny diamonds surrounding it. But I can't see it. I can't feel the weight of the proposal. All I can think is- why would he ask my hand in marriage other than the fact that I'm carrying his child?

"What the fuck?" Shit! I had said that out loud. Christian gets up, his body coiled tight and his eyes simmering with barely suppressed anger. He roughly grabs my chin, forcing me to stare at me him when I try look away, pinning me in place with his stare.

"I love you okay? You tell me that I don't realize that you love me and yet you act like a fucking hypocrite and say all that? Now get this through your head. I. Fucking. Love. You. And I want spend the rest of my fucking life with you. I love this child. Trust me I do. But I love you too. Do you understand that?"

I nod, unable to form a coherent thought. What the fuck was I thinking? Why'd I think that he'd ever do something as horrible to me? Then I soften as I fully realized what just happened.

As if sensing my decision, Christian once again sinks to a knee. "Anastasia Rose Steele I'm way too young to die of a heart attack but considering the current rate at which my heart is beating, that is very much possible. Please marry me?"

I can't help but laugh at first. But then I sober up quickly.

"Yes." I breathe.

Christian smiles a dazzling smile and slides the ring on to my finger. It fits perfectly. Getting up Christian kisses me soundly buries his face in my neck. I sense him smile. "What?" I ask.

"You are naked baby."

I look down mortified. My hold on the sheet had loosened causing it to slip away from my body. When I the initial mortification wears off I laugh one of the most fulfilling, hearties laugh, I've laughed in forever.

I watch as he leans down and licks the cream clean off her body. That is supposed to be me. It is supposed to me my skin that he laps at. My taste that he hungers for.

It is supposed to be me. It was always me. I know he loved me. He just forgot. But I will remind him. I will remind him of the love he lost. I will make him forget about this filthy whore. I will get rid of this skunk, need I hunt her down and slit her throat myself.

He is mine.

Only mine.

So, do we have new threat among us?

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