A/N: I know the last chapter was heavy. This is short and light and fluffy.

This was a quick write. Hope it's decent.

It chock full of sexy time, so please for over 18 yrs old.

I'm no longer reading any more angst stories. They stress me out too much, and I end up using work time, writing shorts to offset my stress.

Thank you once again for the reviews. I really do appreciate them and love to read all of them.

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

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Game Over

Ana POV

I'm in a light sleep, the kind of sleep you have when you're first waking up in the morning. I've been feeling a tickle on my neck for the past few minutes. I try to swat it away; it stops momentarily, and then starts all over again. Finally, I open one eye to peek at the guilty pest who trying to ruin my perfectly wonderful slumber, only to see my Fifty, obviously in a playful mood, blowing in my ear.

I pretend I'm still fast asleep. This is not much of a stretch for the imagination. Christian knows that I am most definitely not a morning person and would sleep through an earthquake.

He scoots in closer to me, now pointing his rather impressive erection directly into my thigh. Seems my darling husband has stepped up his game considerably. I continue to pretend I'm in a deep sleep and roll over to my side, so my backside is now facing his manhood.

This tactic has proven to be a serious miscalculation on my part, as my kinky fifty loves nothing better than to have access to my rear end. I feel his erection now lightly rubbing up again my rear, up and down, in and out. Very lightly. I'm trying very hard to stifle my smile, but it wins out.

Suddenly, I feel his hand gather the bottom of my nightie. I feel the silk slowly rising about my thigh, past my waist to my shoulder blades.. I feel his muscular chest rubbing up against my back. I love the way his body feels. He's so damn sexy. He rubs his erection into my backside again, and I realize he's undressed already. I can feel his wetness trailing on my back. My man is most definitely ready for action.

He begins to nibble at the nape of my neck. I'm trying very hard to lay still. We both know I'm not really asleep, but playing this game is far too naughty to give up too soon. Once he touches my breasts, there will be no doubt I'm aroused, as my nipples are standing at attention. I feel an achy throbbing below my waist. I want him. Oh, I want him so much.

I can't help the smile I have plastered on my face. He feels so good. I just love playful Christian.

I feel him shift and he's on his side, resting his elbow on the bed and his head in the palm of his hand, with the other hand free to explore. I feel his fingers lightly running up and down my naked thigh. He is an expert at the softest of touches. I melt. He slowly sinks his hand lower to my stomach. Very lightly touching, teasing, He works his hands down to the inside of my thighs.

I'm so wet. I can feel it. My sex is throbbing...tingling. Just when I think he's about to touch me where I crave it the most, he slowly guides his hands back up to my stomach.

That fucking tease! Two can play this game.

I make a sleepy grumbling groan and arch my backside out until his erection pokes into my backside. I wriggle my rear end, like I'm trying to get myself in a comfortable sleeping position. His erection is twitching as I continue to slowly arch my backside front and back, rubbing into him. Yes, that most definitely got his attention. I can feel him smiling from behind me.

He suddenly pulls himself away from me. Seems my playful husband has a change of tactic. I feel a shift in the bed and the blankets move.

He's hidden himself under the sheets. I feel his tongue at the back of my heel, oh so slowly working his way up my calf. I'm doomed. There's no way to be able to fight this anymore.

His tongue runs up between where my legs meet. He passes my thighs, his tongue reaching in deep between the back of my legs. He reaches right at the tip of back of my sex and…damn it…he stops again. I think he's trying to kill me by denial. I have to put a stop to this. My sex is pulsating, I'm so turned on, it's torturous. I'm ready to touch myself, if he doesn't do it soon.

Hmmm…Christian loves to watch me touch myself. Well then, let's give my dirty, dirty man a little show and weaken him a bit.

I start to move to turn over onto my back. He has no choice but to move out of my way. While he's still under the sheet, I quickly move my hand over and start rubbing myself. I'm so wet, oh what my man does to me.

I groan. I take my other hand and move my nightie up to my neck, my breasts are now exposed. I move the free hand over my breasts and explore my nipples. Christian has not come out from under the sheet, so it's obvious I have the audience I was hoping for. I'm secretly grinning. I hear him take a deep breath. He doesn't stand a chance.

I feel him crawl on top of me, bearing his weight on his forearms. I move the sheet to free his face. Still with my eyes closed, I am after all asleep, aren't I? I grin to myself. The feel of his body on mine is exquisite. He starts to move. I try unsuccessfully to hold back my groans, but this feels too good. I hear a low growl from the back of his throat. We are in sync. He starts his punishing rhythm. All of my muscles tense up. I let go… my muscles quivering deep inside as he finds his release too.

He lies on top of me, bringing his breathing back under control. He softly kisses my lips and moves off of me.

He rolls over to his side of the bed on this side, facing away from me. I do the same, as we both pretend we're sleeping. We don't see each other, but we both know we're grinning like fools.

Game Over.