I am going away for the weekend. My boy is off to play nationals! So excited. Anyhow, wanted to get this out before I left. I'll try get the epilogue to you all when I get back. Until then xox enjoy your weekend!
Take 36 - Perks
CPOV
"Everything is looking good," the doctor runs her finger over Ana's surgical scar which is now a small, raised sliver down her torso. "Whoever stitched you up did an incredible job," the doctor says. "How are the ribs feeling?"
"Okay, they still hurt a little if I move too fast or inhale deeply." The doctor nods.
"That's normal. It's not a bad thing though, you need to take deep breathes when you can, stretch your lungs." She parts Ana's hair and checks the scar from the deep gash on her head. "Looking good, and how are you coping with your leg."
Ana frowns, her lips pursing in frustration. "She's hobbling along," I say, a smile on my face. She uses her crutches as much as she can, but she gets frustrated quickly. It's not the only thing that's frustrating her. Other than dry kisses, I won't touch her. Not until she gets the okay from her doctors. To say she's unhappy about it would be the understatement of the century. She's down right pissed and nothing has amused me more. She has no idea how god damn sexy she is when she's annoyed. It's fucking torture, but hurting her is not an option.
"When can I have sex?" Ana asks, and I nearly choke on my own breath. I bite down on my lip to prevent the full bellied laugh that desperately wants to escape my throat. Only Ana, my bold, horny Ana. I shake my head, ears on alert. This is something I need to hear the answer to.
"There's no set time restriction on it. None of your injuries physically prevent you from having intercourse. Just be aware that sometimes after surgery, and with your rib injury, that the contractions of an orgasm can be...uncomfortable. But if you're feeling better, nothing's stopping you. Just nothing too crazy." The doctor smiles, no signs of being uncomfortable with the topic in her face.
Ana's eyes move to mine, victory and satisfaction written all over her face and damn if my pants don't tighten with her look alone.
Ever since the day I slipped the ring on her finger, I've been desperate to make love to my future wife. There's nothing I have wanted more than to worship her body that day, but I was content to hold her in my arms, look out over the sound and feed my baby truffles. The doctor's news means we can finally solidify our connection, our engagement. And fuck if I'm not pissed that I have a meeting about the Tokyo merger straight after this.
I accompany her back to the apartment, helping her out of her dress and into a pair of sweat shorts and t-shirt. She shuffles herself backwards on the bed and props herself up with the pillows. I crawl next to her and lie on my side, still in my suit. "Call in sick," she suggests, her voice full of promise, her hands taking hold of my face. Fuck. I want to be balls deep inside her right now. I cradle one side of her face - her bruises all but gone, and nip at her lips. She moans, which only spurs me on, my mouth opening on a groan, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I push myself up, hovering over her, my elbows preventing me from putting any weight on her. Her hands reach up, threading through my hair.
"God I've missed you," I shift my weight to one side, gently cupping her breast through her t-shirt.
"Christian," she whimpers.
A knock on the door, most likely Taylor letting me know we have to go, causes all the air to leave my lungs in a sigh of frustration. "I have to go," I mutter, burying my head in the crook of her neck; inhaling that addictive vanilla scent of hers.
With a groan, I drag myself away from her. "Remember, dinner tonight?" I remind her. Mom wanted to throw us an engagement party, just family and close friends. I didn't want Ana over doing it, so I put my foot down and said if they - they being Mom, Mia and Kate, wanted a dinner they could have it here, family only. We haven't made the announcement public yet; for now just enjoying being in our own little engaged bubble.
I've left Ana only a handful of times over the past few weeks. Each time with hesitation.
"I'll be here when you get back," a little frustration lacing her voice.
"I'd be very surprised, not to mention none too happy if you weren't. Gail is in the kitchen prepping for dinner and security is here." I kneel beside the bed and caress her pouty face. "Love you."
"Go kick ass," she smiles, "I love you too."
APOV
I lie on the bed for ages after Christian left, just staring up at the ceiling; all hot and bothered. It's been far too long.
I know I probably shouldn't have acted so childish by pouting and asking him to stay. It is a massive merger for him, and he was torn away from it when I had the accident. I miss just being with him, loving him - physically. My skin heats and body tingles just thinking of it.
I shuffle to the edge of the bed where he's left my crutches and position them under my arms.
Pushing myself up, wobbling while I'm at it, I manage to get myself to the closet. Balancing on my good leg and resting on one crutch, I find a nice nightie and hobble out with it slung over my shoulder.
If Christian is back when he expects to be, we'll have about an hour and a half before people start arriving for dinner. Sweats have been my go to outfit lately; I want to surprise him with something nicer.
Depositing the nightie on the bed, I hop through to the great room.
"Ana," Gail rushes over to me, surprised to see me. Christian probably told her I would be resting.
"Afternoon Gail. I was just coming to see if I could get Sawyer or Taylor to carry my folders."
Gail laughs and nods her head. "I'll get Taylor."
I've spent my days sorting through ideas for the house. I'm a little obsessed; to the point that Christian's beginning to wonder what the point of hiring a designer is. I can't do much else being cooped up inside all day.
Okay, so maybe getting Sawyer to get mini prints of all the furniture I want laminated and magnetized so that I can re-arrange rooms may have been a little over the top, but I want our house to be perfect.
I make my way slowly back to our bedroom and lower myself to the bed.
"Where do you want them boss?" Taylor walks in, his arms stacked with my boxes of goodies.
"Just here is fine." I pat the bed and get comfortable.
When he leaves, I ask him to shut the door, and when the door clicks, I remove my clothes; awkward, but I manage, then pull the silky fabric of the nightie over my head.
Opening my books, I start putting together the kitchen; Moving the island and cupboards to make better use of the space so that I can put a love seat by the far window.
CPOV
"How has she been?" I ask Gail, dropping my satchel to the floor and loosening my tie.
"Good. We've barely heard a peep out of her. She requested the house plans and has been in the bedroom since. I just checked on her; she was dozing off."
"Thanks Gail." I let out a chuckle. Ana sure is obsessed with her house plans. When she called me the other night and started moving magnetic furniture around a mockup of the television room, I was quite literally speechless. The fact that she's taking such an interest in our home, when it would be so easy for her to give up the reins to Henri, warms my heart. There's nothing about our home that won't be personal and made with love. Even the colors, which I have to admit almost always look the same when she asks for my opinion, have been carefully selected. Who knew that a tiny squirt of blue in 5 liter can of paint was so damn important; it's the difference between aubergine, and eggplant. Same vegetable, different color shade; don't try and convince her otherwise.
I excuse myself and head to our bedroom to get out of this suit. I close the door with my back and smile at my girl. What a sight. Sleeping peacefully in a sea of fabric swabs, color charts, photos and floor plans wearing a lace trimmed, baby blue silk slip. Her broken leg is elevated with pillows, her legs on full display. God she's gorgeous with her slip pushed up giving me a little peek of her white panties.
I walk over to her and drag my finger up her inner thigh before heading to the shower.
Shaved, scrubbed and squeaky clean I secure the towel around my waist and turn to head out; Ana standing at the doorway, clutching the door frame for stability stopping me in my tracks.
"Hey," she murmurs, brushing her hair from her face.
"Where's your crutches?" I ask, wondering how she managed to get over to the bathroom without them. She bites her lip and points at the ground.
"Trying to seduce my man with crutches holding me up didn't seem...sexy"
I wet my lips and wipe the beads of water from my forehead, my eyes creeping up her legs. "Ana...I..." My voice catches in my throat. My legs take me to her on their own accord, unable to stay away from her. "I like this," I tug on the lace hem of her slip, my fingers grazing her thighs.
She places a finger inside the top of my towel and tugs, making it drop to the floor. "I want you," her whispered words setting fire to my body.
I pick her up on a groan and walk us to the bed. Pushing all of her plans aside I lay her down and crawl over her, my mouth a hair width away from hers. "You seduce me just by looking at me, baby. The silk and lace is only a bonus."
Her rapid breaths hit my face, her chest rising, eyes smoldering with desire. I kiss the corner of her mouth, moving backwards as I make my way down her neck, across her shoulder. Her nipples bead beneath the silk, begging to be touched. I let my finger graze the skin of her shoulder before slipping the thin strap down and exposing her breast.
Sucking in a breath I lower my lips and take the tip in my mouth, sucking softly, tickling the tip with my tongue. "Oooh," she starts whimpering, using her good foot to push up and roll her hips into me. I slide my finger beneath her other strap and tug the fabric down.
"So gorgeous," my voice muffled and harsh against her chest.
"I'm so wet...please Christian, just..."
Ignoring her pleas, as well as my painfully hard erection, I gently pull the silk down her torso and expose her scar. I press my lips to the top and kiss my way down. Her leg lifts and settles itself over my shoulder, her broken leg resting on a pillow. "Your mouth is ...ohhhhh," pushing a finger underneath her panties I run it through her folds. She wasn't wrong, she's soaked.
"Jesus, you drive me insane," I push up to my knees, lowering her leg back to the bed and hook my fingers into the delicate band of her panties, dragging them down her legs; lifting them over her cast and throwing them on the floor. "We're going to take this slow, babe. Real slow."
Positioning my body back over hers, my elbows either side of her neck, I brush her hair from her face and lower my lips to hers. "Mine," the word slips from my mouth, possessive and protective. I'd do anything for this woman. Anything.
"I've missed this," she breathes, her eyes closed, hips wiggling in anticipation.
Overcome with an absolute need to be inside of my future wife, I grab hold of my cock and pull it through her folds. The lingering moan that floats from her mouth unbelievably sexy.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see those mesmerizing eyes as I sink into her. Her eyes flutter open, wide, and full of life. With my eyes fixed on hers I push inside her. My body shudders at the familiar sensations. Tight, wet, heat. Fuck me. She feels incredible. I don't move, needing a moment to just take it in. My breathing is heavy, my chest swelling with the difficult task of remaining still. I'll never tire of this. Our bodies were made for each other, a perfect match.
I withdraw slowly on an exhale then glide back in, doing exactly as I said; taking this slow.
In. Out. Slow. Steady. Over and over. Beads of sweat on my forehead, my arms burn, cock throbs painfully but I don't want this to end.
Ana's eyes are squeezed shut, her head tilted back. "You okay, baby?" I ask in case she's hurting or uncomfortable.
"Ohhh, looove you. I love you. I looo..." She groans and fuck if I didn't think my dick could get any harder it just proved me wrong.
"Fuck," I suck a breath through clenched teeth. "I love you too baby, so fucking much. I need you to let go..." I'm hanging on by a fucking thread but Ana comes first. Ana will always come first.
Her back arches ever so slightly and her body tenses. Thank fuck. I drive on home, falling into a state of utter euphoria. Heaven. I take her face and kiss her with such reverence that I swear I feel a tear trickle onto my hand from her cheek.
I lean back, cupping her face. "Did I hurt you?" She shakes her head, her body still trembling. Her finger reaches up to trace my lips before she pushes herself up to her elbows - I don't miss the wince as she does so - and presses her lips to mine.
APOV
We leave the bedroom, Christian helping me to the great room and settling me sideways on the sofa; my leg resting on a cushion. I think he knows I hurt my ribs trying to get up because he's been hovering and won't let me do a thing.
One by one our family arrive. I can't quite believe that I'm gaining such an amazing family. Grace, who has been such a rock for me over the past few weeks; Carrick, who has gone above and beyond to help my legal team and already refers to me as his daughter; a larger than life sister with Mia, and a crazy but lovable brother whom I just adore. Elliot's been here every day checking on not only me, but also Christian. It's unbelievable how close everyone has become, my Dad included. To hear my Dad call Christian, son...
My eyes dart to Christian at the breakfast bar, sharing a joke and a beer with the men while Mia and Kate 'Ooo and Ahh' over my ring. He must sense me, because his eyes meet mine, our gazes locked, and a smile playing on both of our faces. "Love you," I mouth. He gives me a sexy wink, turning my insides to mush.
"Can you grab my crutches and help me up?" I ask Kate, who immediately darts over to grab them for me then helps me to my feet.
I clear my throat, "can I just say something please," I get everybody's attention, "uh uh, you too," I call Sawyer, Taylor and Gail back who we're making themselves scarce. I take a calming breath my emotions high.
"I just... I want to say thank you, but the words don't seem enough. Every single one of you in this room has been an incredible source of strength and love, and I don't think I could ever repay you for taking such good care of Christian and me over the past few weeks. So thank you," I place a hand on my chest, a little unsteady on my leg as I do so. "I love you all, and nothing makes me happier than knowing that I can soon call you all my family."
"Christian," my eyes water, my chin trembles. "You've been my rock, my strength, my comfort..."
"Babe," his face softens, eyes filled with emotion.
"When I was lying in the hospital, afraid of the future and wanting nothing more than to curl up and ignore the world... You pulled me up, stopped me from falling. Convinced I could face the outside because you believed in me." I smile on a sigh. "I love you and I can't wait to be your wife."
He scoots off the bar stool and walks over to me, cradling my face and kissing me full on the lips. "Wife. I love the sound of that," his lips move against mine, his arms wrapping around my shoulders.
Dad clears his throat and taps his beer bottle with a fork from the table. "Okay, okay. Enough of that!" He shakes his head. "Christian, son. You're a good man, and as much as it pains me to no longer be the main man in my little girl's life, there's no one I would trust to look after her more than you." He raises his eyebrow, "but if you ever hurt her, there won't be a man on your security team who could stop me from getting to you!"
"Understood, Sir," Christian releases me to go and shake Dad's hand.
"Welcome to the family, son." He pulls Christian in for a man hug and pats his back. He raises his beer bottle, "to Christian and Ana."
"To Christian and Ana," everyone raises their glasses.
"Finally, a low maintenance sister," Elliot rolls his eyes mockingly with a smirk.
"Ahhhhhh! We are going to be sisters!" Mia all but screams, throwing her arms around me a little too tightly.
"Mia!" The room growls collectively.
"Sorry," she says and steps back sheepishly. "I'm just so excited."
"Me too," I smile. "Sisters share closets right?"
Placing my iPad on the bed next to me, I follow Christian as he walks toward the bed. "What are looking at?" Asking as he pulls the covers back and slides into bed.
"Just joining the Christian Grey fan club." I giggle, eliciting an eye roll followed by an annoyed grunt.
"Crazy women. Do you know how many applications we've received from females wanting internships at a Grey House this week? More than we usually get in a year!" He raises his voice in frustration. "Fangirls," he grumbles.
"Well, this fangirl is wondering if her membership comes with perks." I run my fingers through his hair, causing him to look up at me.
"Perks, huh? What kind of perks were you hoping for?" A cheeky grin painting his face.
"The kind that doesn't require clothing,"
"Mmm, I think I can make an exception. There's something about that rock on your finger that just screams sexy..." He mutters as he crawls over me looks me in the eye then disappears beneath the covers and gives me the best damn perk I've had since this afternoon.
"Oooooh god!"
A/N:
So, my next project. I posted on Facebook this morning but for those who don't have FB, here's my post:
Why the big secret you ask? Because up until recently, I didn't know if I had it in my to actually pull this off. Continuing a story is all very well, but actually having the ideas and commitment to deliver something decent is another issue entirely. So after many nights with my iPod blasting in my ear, and a notebook filled with plans, I bring you (although not right away):
Lights, Camera, Christian.
Ever since the press release at the hospital there has been a swarm of fan girls following Christian's every move, and with the wedding drawing near, the heat on Hollywood's favourite couple has never been hotter. With Ana lying low until production starts on the final instalment of the 'Beautiful' Trilogy, her leading man finds himself the subject of crazed fans, television talk shows and Hollywood gossip. With the pressure of celebrity life and a few curveballs swung their way, will this celebrity couple make it out it one piece?
Part 2 of Lights Camera Ana - Coming soon! This will be posted as a separate story, so keep an eye out for it soon. Ps.. NO, it will not be a cheat story :)