A/N: Thank you again, for the reviews. I love them!

Since C&A are in New York, I thought we could get a quick peek into their morning. There's some sexy time...and some that's left for your imaginations. Enjoy!

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

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Breakfast in New York

Ana POV:

Saturday Morning:

I wake up too warm, Christian warm. His arm is thrown over me pinning me in place and his leg hooked around mine. He usually sleeps attached to me after we've been apart for a few days. Maybe it's his subconscious reminding him that I'm here. Whatever it is, I don't care. I'm just glad to be with him.

My sleep pattern is always so messed up when I travel. My internal clock is completely off. I'm sure I'll pay for this later, especially since my body is still on West Coast time and it's much too early for me.

Our bedroom in the New York apartment is much smaller than the one at home. There are a few rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds, softly filtering light in the room. I love it here. It's so cozy.

I carefully untangle myself from Christian's unconscious hold and lie awake in bed. I'm turned on my side and watching him sleep. This is a rarity, as he's usually awake before me. He's lying on his side facing me, looking so peaceful. He's still too good looking for his own good...his unruly hair peppered with gray only makes him more handsome. I desperately want to run my fingers through his hair, but he never sleeps enough, so I'll control my urge and won't disturb him.

His mouth is slightly parted; his soft breaths are barely audible. The longer I watch him, the more I lust him...the fact that I know he's naked under this blanket after an incredible night of catch up sex isn't helping matters.

Naked Christian...mmmmmmmm.

"I know you're watching me" he mumbles with his eyes still closed shut.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I smile.

He extends his arm and pulls me in closer to him. Front to front, skin on skin...this was most definitely worth the four a.m. wake up call on Friday. His chiseled chest is warm against me. The small patch of hair on his chest tickles me. He wraps his foot around the back of my calf, holding me close in place. I feel the signs of an early morning erection beginning. Seems all parts of my very hot husband are waking up.

He opens his eyes and softly kisses my lips. I could get lost in his eyes.

"What would you like for breakfast this morning, Mr. Grey?"

"You" he devilishly grins.

"You can have me later…Right now; I want to feed my man."

I unhook myself from his grip, roll over to the side of the bed and sit up, my naked back facing Christian. I feel his warm hand slowing skimming up my back.

"Mmmm, that feels nice" I close my eyes and enjoy his touch.

"Come back to bed, I can make you feel nice all over"

"All in due time, Mr. Grey. I want to pamper my husband with breakfast in bed first"

"I can think of a much better way to pamper your husband" He suggestively purrs as he grabs my waist to keep me in bed

I look back over my shoulder at him and giggle. He's wearing his mischievous grin. I love playful Christian, he's so adorable. It's so hard to resist him when he's frisky like this.

I wiggle my way out of his grasp, slip on a short silk robe and hop out of bed.

"You are quite the naughty boy this morning." I tease.

"Naughty for you, baby" he smirks.

"Just the way I like it. Stay here and relax. Try to behave while I'm gone. I'll be back shortly"

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I look in the cupboard in the kitchen. Although he never cooks for himself, the staff usually has the apartment fairly well stocked when they know Christian will be in town. I hope there's something I can put together.

I find the ingredients for pancakes and there's a bunch of bananas on the counter. Perfect!

I get the coffee going and grab a mixing bowl. I measure out the flour and baking soda and just as I crack an egg into the bowl, I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist.

He softly presses his lips against my neck kissing me then gently nibbles on my earlobe. I feel his soft stubble rubbing against my neck. He so sexy with a little stubble, bad boy sexy. I lean back into him and begin to sway in his arms.

"You were supposed to stay in bed" I reprimand him

"I was lonely" He growls, nuzzling my neck.

"Awe, my poor baby" I tease. "You can keep me company while I make breakfast"

I turn around to give him a quick kiss.

"You've put on a pair of boxers, Mr. Grey?

"I knew I'd be close to a stove. Didn't want to risk burning any body parts I plan on using...a lot...this weekend"

"Ah yes, very good thinking." I nod.

I turn back around and continue adding the ingredients for the pancake batter. As I'm stirring the batter, I feel Christian's hands fondling my rear end. His front is lightly rubbing against my backside.

"Hey, no groping the chef." I unconvincingly protest.

"Sorry baby, that robe is very short and those delectable cheeks were peeking out. It couldn't be helped."

"Please control your urges or we'll never eat."

Of course, I don't really mean it. I love having his hands all over me, no matter how distracting it is.

The griddle is hot and ready for the batter. I pour a few spoonfuls of batter on the griddle and wait for the bubbles on the pancakes to burst, so I can flip them.

Christian decides this is the moment to gently blow in my ear while he reaches his hands around me and cups my breasts, rubbing his groin into my backside. Gah! He knows what that does to me. I'm trying very hard to concentrate on the task at hand, but I can feel I'm getting wet and very turned on.

"Your pancakes will burn if you don't stop this, Mr. Grey" I swat the spatula I'm holding at him.

"I have full faith that you can multitask cooking breakfast and managing your lascivious husband"

"Don't count on it" I tell him.

Somehow I manage to finish cooking the pancakes, despite my amorous husband and his wayward hands.

"Ok husband. Back to bed. I want to serve you"

"Now you're talking..." he teases.

"Breakfast, Christian, I want to serve you breakfast. Go..go...get back to bed"

"You're very bossy this morning Anastasia. I'm finding it very sexy"

"Bedroom! Now! I'll be right there."

"As you wish" He grins and leaves for the bedroom.

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I grab the breakfast tray out of one of the cupboards.

I slice some bananas and put a pat of butter on top of the pancake pile and place the plate on the tray. I put a small bottle of Maple syrup, a cup of coffee, cup of tea on the tray, along with a cloth napkin and utensils and head out to the bedroom.

As I enter our bedroom, I see Christian is back in bed, with a sheet over his legs up to his waist, signs of his erection evident, as the sheet is now sporting a pup tent. He smiles when he sees me.

I move the coffee and tea cups off the tray and put them on the night table next to the bed. Don't want to risk spilling anything hot on us. I place the tray over Christian's lap.

"Where's your dish?" He asks

"I thought we could share."

He nods. I begin to walk around to my side of the bed.

"Stop" He demands.

I'm standing at the foot of the bed and stop in my tracks and face him.

"Something wrong? Did I forget something?" I thought I brought everything.

"You said you wanted to serve me breakfast. I want you to serve it to me naked. Take off your robe now...slowly baby. I want to watch"

His words practically make me combust.

Slowly I hold the silk sash holding my robe closed and untie it. I carefully pull it through the loops that hold it in place and throw it near him. My robe has opened, my naked body peeking thru the opening. I slide one shoulder of my robe midway down my forearm and slide the other shoulder down the other forearm, my arms are crossed holding the robe up. I let go of the robe and it gently falls to the floor, in a tiny pile of silk at my feet.

I'm standing completely naked before him.

Christian has not taken his eyes off of me.

"Very nice baby. You may come to bed now"

I walk around the rest of our bed and slide under the sheet with him. My breasts uncovered, nipples hard.

"Here, let me feed you" I say as I pour the syrup over the pancakes and pick up the fork and knife. I cut a bite sized piece of pancake and slice of banana and feed it to Christian.

He moans in appreciation.

"More?" I ask.

He nods and I feed him another spoonful.

He grabs the other fork on the tray and takes a forkful of pancake and banana and feeds it to me.

"Come here" he commands.

I come in close to him, the sheet wrapped around me slides off my body; I scoot in close to him, on my knees, naked before him. He slyly smiles in approval of my state of undress. He curls his index finger, calling me in closer to him. We are face to face...he licks my lips.

"Mmmmm..syrup."

Damn. That was sexy as fuck.

We continue to feed each other.

"Christian can you pass me my tea cup?"

"Sorry baby, my hands are full. You're going to have to get up and get it." He holds up a knife and fork in either hand. We both know he can easily pass me my tea; he just wants to watch me walk across the room naked.

"I know what you're doing, Mr. Grey."

"I know you know, Mrs. Grey. Now get up and walk in front of me baby"

I slide out of bed and walk over to his side of the bed to get my tea. When I reach his side he grabs my wrist.

"Turn to me, let me look at you."

I turn to him. He puts the utensils down on the tray and runs an index finger down my body beginning at the side of my breast and stops at my sex, slowly sinking his finger inside me. My knees weaken. He makes me feel so wanton.

"You are a goddess. I'm a lucky son of a bitch"

I really don't know how much more of this I can take.

I blush and head back to my side of the bed.

"Ana?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your tea?"

Crap, his sexpertise has completely melted my brain. I take the tea cup and get back into bed.

We finish our breakfast, a small miracle considering how aroused we both are. Christian places the tray on the floor.

"So what would you like to do today?" I ask.

He looks at me with a very suggestive smirk and raises his eyebrow. No doubt what he wants to do today.

"Get your mind out of the bedroom Christian for just a minute. What else do you want to do today? We could go to a museum...MOMA or the Met?"

"How about the Museum of Sex on Fifth Ave?" He jokes...I think he's joking.

"I think we have our own museum of sex back home in the playroom" I roll my eyes...it's virtually impossible to get Christian's mind off sex until he's had some.

"I'm always open for new ideas for the playroom, baby"

"Your one track mind is impossible to get around" I joke as I pick up my down pillow and lightheartedly hit him over head with it.

"Did you just hit me with that pillow, Anastasia?"

Uh-oh...He slowly shakes his head back and forth, his lips slowly curling up into a devilish grin.

He reaches out to grab me. I'm on my knees, quickly hopping back on the bed, laughing while I lightly hit him with the pillow again. He lunges forward and grabs me. I can't stop giggling.

He pulls me down to the bed. He's leaning over me, resting on his forearms; I'm trapped under his body facing him. I'm still giggling.

His playful grin suddenly turns serious and he looks into my eyes.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful. I'm so glad you're here"

My eyes tear up in his sincerity. I didn't think it was possible to fall deeper in love with him ...I guess I was wrong. Sometimes how much I love this man overwhelms me. This complicated, slightly less fucked up man who loves me completely.

He slowly leans into me and kisses me. We both are lost in our kiss.

He looks over on the bed and grabs my robe's sash. His sly sexy smile reappears. Playful Christian is back.

"You want to play baby"

"Mmmmm hmmmmm"

"Put your hands in front of you, crossed at the wrists"

I do as he says and he takes the sash and ties my wrists together raising my hands above my head.

"Oh Anastasia, what shall I do to you?" he softly whispers in my ear as he begins to kiss my stomach.

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