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APOV

"Is the blindfold seriously necessary?"

I was currently clutching Christian's hand and hoping that I wouldn't trip or bump into anything - not that I thought he'd actually let that happen.

"Yes, because I don't trust you to keep your eyes closed." he said, a smile in his voice.

All I knew is that we were inside a building, and whatever it was he was showing me was making him more nervous than I'd probably ever seen him. I mean when he'd woken me up this morning he'd been drumming his fingers against his thigh, tapping his foot, shaking his leg - all sorts of things that I never would've pictured Christian Grey doing.

"Alright," he said, stepping behind me to untie the blindfold, "Happy birthday."

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. Actual. Fucking. God.

It was the gallery. It was the gallery that I'd loved.

It was the gallery that now had my paintings hanging in it, and oh my god this couldn't actually be real.

Jose, Elliot, and Kate were already there, and I'm sure they were saying something along the lines of 'surprise' but I couldn't really focus on that because oh my god this was my gallery.

"Before you freak out," said Christian, winding an arm around my waist, "Everyone worked really hard on this, and they really want you to love it."

"Of course I love it." I said automatically.

Kate, Jose, and Elliot came over and hugged me, before Jose spoke up.

"Now I know you're just dying to say something about this, Annie. So go ahead and get it out."

I bit my lip and looked around - it was beautiful - but Jose was right...

"Who bought it?" I asked, looking between Christian and Elliot.

Elliot smirked sheepishly and raised his hand, "That would be me."

I let out a huff of air and bit my lip.

"I want to be mad, because this was insanely expensive - and don't even try to tell me it wasn't." I said, talking over him when he tried to argue, "But I love it too much to be mad."

Elliot chuckled and I looked around again, "And Jose, your style choice is impeccable, as always."

"I know." he said with a smirk, "But it's nice to be validated. Come on, let me show you just how awesome this place really is. Oh, and you can thank Sugar Lips for the paintings, he actually managed to set them up."

At that I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "You set them up?"

He shrugged, a boyish smile on his face as he said, "Maybe some of your artistic genius rubbed off on me."

Before I could respond Jose was leading me around the rest of the gallery.

I couldn't even imagine how much time and effort this took from them, and even though I was trying to act like it didn't bother me, it did.

And of course Jose noticed.

"Annie, we wanted to do this for you."

"I know that. It's amazing."

He rolled his eyes and said, "You may be able to fool Apollo and Sugar Lips, but you're not fooling me. I get that you're uncomfortable because of the price - hell, I can't really blame you. By our standards this place is un-fucking-imaginable, but for them this was nothing. They wanted to do this for you. Apollo's your friend, and Sugar Lips loves you."

At that my eyes almost popped out of my head, "Jose, don't be stupid. He does not," I lowered my voice, "Love me. Anyway, I know that this isn't a big deal for them, but I just don't want people thinking that I'm a gold -"

"Anastasia Rose Steele, I swear on my Armani suit and all the Chanel in Kate's closet, if you finish that sentence -" he took a breath and then said, "You are not like that, and you know it. Christian knows it. Elliot knows -"

"They don't know about -"

"That wasn't you. That was Carla, and even then you can't look at that in black and white." he said, fixing me with his trademark Jose stare. "Now stop dwelling on it, and enjoy your birthday. It's only just started." he said, smiling as he tugged me back to join everyone else.

He was right, today was supposed to be fun. It was my birthday, and the last thing I should be thinking about is the past. I was moving forward, and I needed to remember that.

Then again, with friends like these I didn't think that was going to be too hard.

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"Do you love them?"

"Trust me, I couldn't love them more." I said, admiring the new Kolinsky paintbrushes Kate had gotten me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd bought new paintbrushes, let alone ones that were this nice.

We were all sitting in the living room at Escala, having just gotten back from dinner at the most amazing restaurant I'd been in probably ever.

Elliot smiled sheepishly as he handed me a rectangular shaped gift.

"You, of all people, really shouldn't have gotten me anything else." I said, rolling my eyes at him.

He shrugged, "That wasn't technically a birthday present. It was more my way of getting back at you for not accepting what I wanted to pay you for the murals."

I narrowed my eyes and attempted to be mad, but it was such a Christian thing to do, that I couldn't be that mad.

I carefully unwrapped the gift, and it was a beautiful painting that I'd never actually seen in person, but always wanted to.

"Leonid Afremov?" I asked, looking over at Elliot.

He smiled, "Why am I not surprised that you know him?"

"My art teacher in high school loved all of his paintings. This one was my favorite though, Paris of my Dreams."

The painting was like an explosion of color. The sky was different shades of reds, blues, purples, yellows - too many to name - that framed a golden, almost glowing, Eiffel Tower.

"You and Paris." murmured Christian, "We should eat at the restaurant there, in the Eiffel Tower."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, carefully setting the painting to the side - because knowing the Grey's, there was a very big possibility that it was an original.

"Happy birthday." he said, handing me an envelope with my name on the front.

I looked at him, and then around the living room to Kate, Elliot, and Jose. They all had that same 'I'm not breathing until we see what happens' look on their faces, and I could only imagine what the hell was in this envelope.

I sighed and opened it, reaching in and pulling out...

Oh. My. God.

CPOV

The look on Ana's face was a mix between shock and probably, knowing her, annoyance.

She'd handled the gallery situation way better than I'd assumed, but I was sure this wasn't going to go as smoothly - especially not on top of the gallery.

"Are you guys trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Of course not." said Kate, rolling her eyes. "Everyone knows how much you want to go to Paris."

"Plus Sugar Lips got those from the auction."

At Jose's words her eyes widened even further, no doubt wondering if I'd planned to bring her the entire time. I hadn't though, hell I hadn't even planned on going in the first place, but it didn't take long for me to figure out that I was in fact going to be taking her.

"You knew that I wouldn't be comfortable with you spending a lot of money." she said slowly, looking over at me.

"And I'm not." I said simply, even though that was kind of a lie. I mean the trip itself wasn't costing me anything since I'd already bought the tickets at the auction, but we'd be going out to dinner and I'd be showing her around Paris...

"I know you," she said, fixing me with a look, "Besides, I don't even have a passport...and these tickets are for today. I don't even have clothes...Jose, why are you looking at me like that?"

I looked over to Jose, who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat.

"It's all covered, Annie. Your suitcase, packed by yours truly, is upstairs, and I think Christian has your passport."

At that Ana turned her wide-eyed blue stare on me, "How the hell did you get me a passport without me?"

"I have my ways." I said vaguely, handing her the new passport.

She flipped it open and looked between Kate and Jose, "Which one of you gave him this picture?"

Kate shook her head, immediately pointing to Jose, "That was definitely not me. I wasn't even in town for all this."

"You're ridiculous." she said, a slight smile tugging on her lips as she addressed Jose.

"And you're welcome." he said smugly, "And you're welcome in advance for all the amazing clothes I packed for you."

It seemed like Ana had handled both surprises better than I would've thought, but I had no doubt this conversation wasn't over.

Luckily for her we had the whole flight to discuss it.

Well, not the whole flight...

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"Christian, honestly, what were you thinking?"

Ana was currently picking through the suitcase Jose had packed for her - and I couldn't help but notice a few pieces of lingerie that I couldn't wait to see her in - while she probably contemplated what she was going to do about the entire situation.

"That you wanted to go to Paris. That I had two tickets and -"

"You know that I'm not comfortable -"

"Ana, shut up and let me do this for you. It's your birthday, and from what you've told me you've wanted to go to Paris for the longest time. I can afford to do this. So let me."

Her eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth a few times before figuring out what to say.

"I don't know how to be comfortable with all this. I don't want you or your family to think that I'm with you because of your money." she said softly.

There was something about the way she said it that made me pause. It seemed like there was a legitimate reason that she was worried about that - what I didn't get, was why. She seemed like the least likely person to ever use someone for their money.

"Ana, nobody thinks that. They know you - I know you." I said, tugging her over to me.

Reluctantly she let me, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up at me.

"What makes you think that we'd think that?"

She shook her head, looking away from me, but I tilted her head back up, "Ana."

"Because you're rich and I'm a freaking artist!" she blurted, "Anyone would assume that. I mean -"

"Ana," I said, holding her chin between my thumb and index finger, "No one thinks that, and even if they did, I know you. I want you to have fun. I want to do these things with you."

Her eyes were wide, and it took a moment before she sighed, "Okay."

I smiled, and she returned it - thank fuck - and I pulled her into a chaste kiss.

"Come on," I said, swatting her butt, "We've got a plane to catch."

"It's like ten at night."

"It's a long flight."

She rolled her eyes, but grabbed her purse, while I picked up our suitcases.

Taylor was already waiting in the Audi for us, getting out to put the suitcases in the trunk, before heading off to make the flight.

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"How is this even possible?"

"How is what possible?" I asked, watching her across from me as she looked out of the plane window.

After a slightly rocky takeoff where I thought she might actually manage to crush my hand, everything seemed fine. She was amazed at the Seattle lights from so high up, and she couldn't seem to wrap her head around the fact that we really were the only two passengers on the flight.

She shook her head, brushing off my question as she leaned back in her seat to take a sip of her wine.

I was just waiting for the damn seatbelt sign to go off.

"You said you'd been to Paris before, right?"

I nodded, "I have, but it's been a while."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Seems a bit like a rhetorical question." I said, a slight smirk on my face.

She rolled her eyes and asked, "Do you miss...uh...what you used to do?"

If she hadn't stumbled awkwardly over the words I would've been confused about what she meant, but since she had it was all too obvious what it was that she was referring to - my sexual tendencies.

I honestly hadn't thought about it, especially after Elena had tried to put all that shit in my head about not being able to change, so I really had to think about it.

Did I miss it?

"I suppose it's complicated."

"Complicated?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

"Being in control is something that I think I'll always want..." I started slowly, "But -"

Just then the stewardess came out to offer us something to eat.

"No thank you, I'm not hungry." said Ana, giving a slight smile to the woman. I said the same, and she left again, but before I could finish my thought, Ana was talking.

"It's hard to feel like I'll ever be enough for you."

My eyes almost popped out of my head at her revelation.

"What? Ana, the sex -"

"It's not even just that." she said, avoiding making eye contact with me by averting her gaze out the window. "I mean obviously that's a big part of it, but really that's just one thing. I just feel like maybe Elena was right when she said that you could do better than -"

"Stop it." I snapped through clenched teeth, "I refuse to sit here and let you accept Elena's bullshit as fact."

The seatbelt light turned off, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over and unbuckled hers, and then pulled her onto my lap.

"She doesn't know a damn thing about me. I'm different, Ana, because of you."

"I just want you to be happy." she said softly, her cool breath tickling my neck.

"I am happy." I said, willing her to believe me.

After a moment she relaxed into me and said, "I'm sorry. Here you are trying to give me the best birthday ever, and I'm just being -"

"Don't even." I said, interrupting her with a chuckle, "And the best birthday ever? Really?"

She giggled softly and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to my jawline before whispering, "The best."

"I think I can come up with at least one more way to make it even better."

"Hmm?" she murmured, her hand absentmindedly playing with my hair.

I slowly slid my hand up her thigh, suddenly thankful that she'd opted on changing into a pair of pajama shorts once we'd gotten on the plane. I took satisfaction in the fact that her breath hitched and her heartbeat accelerated.

"It seems like you have a pretty naughty idea in mind, Mr. Grey."

"Don't I always?" I murmured, turning to press a kiss to her parted lips.

She hummed in agreement, not breaking the kiss.

"What if someone comes out?"

"They won't."

"But what if they do and -"

"Ana," I said, fixing her with a look, "They won't."

She didn't seem too convinced, so I smirked and said, "Don't you remember what I said before, the first time you came to Escala?"

She frowned, trying to think of what I meant, before giving up and shaking her head, "No..."

"There's no way I'd let anyone else watch you writhing in pleasure."

A light blush tinted her cheeks as she said, "It's really not fair that you can just say something and completely throw me off balance."

I smirked, "Seems pretty fair to me."

Before she could say anything I shifted her so that she was straddling my waist. She raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't argue - not that I expected her to.

She moved her hands to my shoulders, while mine slid across her thighs. A moment later she moved her hands into my hair and kissed me, her tongue sliding against mine.

I pulled her closer to me by her hips, earning a soft moan from her, before moving my hands to her breasts.

Never one to be outdone, apparently, she slowly started moving her hips over me.

I groaned, "Little minx."

She just smirked and said, "You can't always be in charge."

I smirked, amused, and said, "I beg to differ."

She narrowed her eyes at me and said, "I can be just as in charge as you."

The thought alone made me chuckle, "Ana, that's so not happening."

Instead of responding she leaned forward and kissed me again, all the while continuing to grind against me.

I tugged the straps of her tank top down, exposing her breasts, and wasted no time working her nipples into twin peaks with my mouth, flicking my tongue against one nipple while my fingers pinched the other.

She attempted to stifle her moan while her hands moved to unzip my pants, but I had other ideas. Instead I moved my fingers to rub her dripping pussy through her shorts - and fuck she was so wet.

I slipped my fingers into her underwear, my fingers stroking over her soft, wet flesh. I trailed my fingers over her dripping opening before sliding a finger into her tight heat, earning a moan from her.

"You're so fucking hot." I murmured, adding another finger and curving them forward slightly.

"Oh god, Christian, please." she moaned, slowly rocking her hips against my hand.

"I want you to come on my fingers, Anastasia."

She bit her lip, and a few seconds later I felt her coming around my fingers.

By this point I was as hard as a fucking rock, and all I wanted was to fuck her.

She shifted slightly, positioning herself over my dick before slowly sliding it inside her. She was moving her hips slowly, my hands on her waist guiding her - and I honestly couldn't think of another woman who I'd let be on top ever.

But fuck it all - I fucking loved it.

She moaned my name softly, her forehead resting on my shoulder, her breath ghosting across my neck, and I honestly couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else - ever.

APOV

I couldn't believe I was actually having sex on an airplane.

Amazing, mind-blowing sex.

"Fuck, Anastasia, you're so tight, so wet." murmured Christian, his fingers digging into my hips so hard that I knew I'd have fingerprints there in the morning - not that I cared in the slightest.

"For you." I said softly, nipping his neck in the process.

He groaned before holding my hips a bit above his and then pounding into me.

"Oh god -" I gasped.

This was intense.

"Are you going to come, Ana?" he asked, somehow managing not to sound completely out of breath.

I couldn't even get the words out. The coil in my stomach was about to snap, but it seemed like it was just out of reach.

He slowed his movements down, nudging my hips to get me to push down onto him as he thrusted up, before tilting my head so that I was looking at him.

"I love seeing you like this." he said, a look in his eyes that I wasn't quite used to.

I bit my lip, desperate to finally tumble over the edge.

He slid a hand between us to flick my clit, and that pushed me over the edge.

I heard Christian's muttered 'fuck' before he came too.

I slumped forward, my head resting on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. His arms went around me, one rubbing my back and the other around my waist.

"I can't believe I just had sex on a plane."

Christian chuckled, "Well you definitely did."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Was this your plan all along?"

"Why Ms. Steele, I would never plan something like that."

And I didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking.

"Well, Mr. Grey," I said, leaning up to look at him, "I think that you should be a better liar than that. Especially being in business."

He raised an eyebrow, that smirk still on his face, and instead of saying anything he just thrusted his hips up, "Such a smart mouth, Anastasia."

I bit my lip, annoyed that he could so easily get a reaction from me.

"Well someone has to try to keep you in check."

"Is that right?" he asked, an amused smile on his face.

I opened my mouth to reply, but he pushed his hips up again, eliciting a moan from me - and how the hell was he this hard already?

"It's a good thing we've got such a long flight."

"Why?" I asked, slightly nervous for his answer.

"Because it means I've got plenty of time to work on that smart mouth of yours." he said with a smirk.

This was going to be a very eventful flight.

And I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, ending it on a flight with my kinky sex god boyfriend.

Alright, hope you enjoyed. This is a little rushed, but I'm not going to have any time over the next week to write anything, so I figured this was better than having to wait forever for an update.

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