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Chapter 35

CPOV

Ana's bravado suddenly seems to have disappeared. During dinner she was riling me up to eat faster, so we could go skinny dipping. And now we are standing on the beach and she is looking at me doubtfully and making figurines in the sand with her toe.

"Lost your nerve baby? I ask her with a raised eyebrow.

"Pfff, of course not" she huffs, but dodges my eyes and looks straight ahead.

"I just need to find my Zen" she says deadly serious.

In the meantime I've pulled of my swimsuit. I am ready to go.

"Come one baby…" I urge her gently.

"I still haven't found it Christian…you go…and I will join you in a minute." She tries to sound calm and relaxed but I can see at her body stance that she is terrified.

She slowly moves closer to me and takes my hand. She is biting her thumbnail on her other hand and is looking at the water.

"Found it yet?" I ask after a few moments.

"Nope…seems my Zen has left the island. As you might well know Zen is a form of Buddhism which strongly emphasizes concentration-meditation…and" she raises her finger and looks at me "and the personal expression of insight in daily life, especially for the benefit of others."

"I'm sure it will come back to you as soon you get into that water Ana"

I try to remove her bikini, but she swats my hand away. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Skinny dipping, no clothes required baby."

"Christian…I can't go in the water…" she whispers.

"Why"

She buries her face in my chest and mumbles something that is impossible to understand.

"Ana, I can't understand anything that you are saying."

She sighs and looks at me. "I said…I'm not going in the water, because there are a lot of fish in there and it's dark and I can't see anything and I honestly think that it's not beneficial for those fishes that we go skinny dipping right now." She rattles and buries her face back into my chest.

I feel the laughter bubbling up from my stomach and it echoes throughout the empty beach. She pinches my arm. "Don't laugh at me Christian." She says sounding offended.

"Not beneficial for the fish?" I repeat.

"You have no idea how many fish there are out there…"

"I have an idea, but don't tell me you actually studied Bainbridge sea life" I chuckle.

"Ha ha…so freaking funny Grey…but actually I did. There are salmon, trout, char, herring, cod, and rockfish." She takes a deep breath and continues.

"And then we have the invertebrates. That would be sponges, sea anemones, clams, sea snails…sea snails Christian! And…" she says dragging the and. "We shouldn't forget the harbor seals and the orcas, although it's very unlikely that they would show up here" she shrugs the last part.

"But when we went to the beach the other day, you had no problem what so ever to get in the water. And this was your idea after all Ana."

"Christian, you threw me in the water remember? I wasn't actually planning to swim."

"Then that is what we will do. Take of that sexy bikini and I will carry you in to the water…I promise to hold you the entire time."

"Promise…promise?"

"Promise" I reply back.

"Pinky swear?"

"Ana…"

"Okay…okay…you are so impatient sometimes." She mumbles as she gets rid of her bikini.

I don't even have the time to lift her, because she jumps into my arms and clamps her feet at my waits and her arms around my neck.

"Baby, can you release your arms a bit, you're chocking me."

"Oh yeah…" she giggles nervously.

I walk into the water until the water reaches Ana's waist. She is still holding on to me as if her life depended on it.

"Oh God, the water is freaking cold" she says. And even though she is right, I ignore her comment.

"Actually it's not really skinny dipping like this. We should at least duck under" I whisper in her ear.

"You promised you wouldn't let go of me."

"I won't let you go Ana…I can duck holding you…you trust me right?"

"Yes"

"Then here we go…hold on tight"

Without saying anything I let myself fall backwards. I hear Ana yell but as promised I keep a strong hold on her.

When I stand up again she is looking at me with the biggest smile.

"We did it! We actually did it Christian!" she is kissing my face and clapping her hands.

When we are back on the beach and she is standing on the sand, she suddenly starts moving weirdly.

"What are you doing Ana?"

"Dancing obviously"

"Dancing? What is it called?"

"It's called 'happy dance' Christian? Want to join me?" But as she walks towards me her eyes land on my dick.

"Oh…where did he go?"

"Where did who go Ana?"

"Mr. Thingy? Is he hiding?"

"Mr…I mean my dick isn't hiding Ana…didn't you feel how fucking cold the water was?" I say and walk towards her.

"Ooh but I think he is hiding…he probably heard me talking about the fish and got scared. "She giggles and starts walking backwards.

"Ana…"

"Christian…" she says mocking me. She is still walking backwards and has the silliest grin on her face.

When I quicken my step she starts walking faster, but of course Ana wouldn't be Ana if she wouldn't make a simple walk backwards turn into some kind of clumsiness event. Before I can even warn her she trips over one of the ropes attached to the tent peg, causing her to fall on top of the tent.

"Oh shit!" I hear her yell.

I'm standing next to her within a few seconds. The tent, has collapsed due to her body weight. And my girl is now buried under white cloths.

I hear her giggle and when I remove the cloths from her face I'm met with her beautiful smile.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I didn't hurt myself. I fell on top of the cushion so it was a soft landing." She shakes her head and wraps her hands around my neck. "Are you sure you want to marry a klutz like me?"

"I have never been surer in my life about anything Ana."

"Good, because even though Mr. Thingy is scared of fish…I still want to marry you too."

"Ana…Ana…Ana…what am I going to do with you?" I look down at her face and smile.

"Want to watch a movie with me?"

"A movie?"

"Yeah a movie Christian" she says smiling "You know a movie, also known as a film. A type of visual communication which use moving pictures and sound to tell a story." She cocks her head to the side waiting for my reaction.

"You know Anastasia, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" I finally end up saying.

She giggles and bites her lip "Couldn't come up with a better answer Mr. Grey?" Placing her napkin on the breakfast bar she jumps out of the stool and comes standing between my legs.

Pulling her closer to me I place hands on her waist and shrug. "Brain…no…blood supply…"

She laughs and throws her hands around my neck and starts massaging my scalp.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"I don't care" she says "As long as it's not a drama."

She pulls at my hand and pushes me gently in the direction of the dishwasher. With a grin on her face she gives me the rinsed plates and cutlery to place them in the dishwasher.

"You are getting so good at this" she says like she is talking to a toddler.

"Come her Ms. Steele" I grab her waist and put her over my shoulder. Of course she starts squealing and wiggling to let her go.

Oh no Ms. Steele, no one makes fun of me!

She starts slapping and pinching my ass. When I still don't let her go she squeezes her hands through my pants and pinches my bare ass again. I can't help but laugh.

When I don't react and just stand there with her, she gives up letting out a big sigh. "If we are going to watch a movie, we definitely need ice-cream" she says with a muffled voice.

I turn around opening the freezer and get the vanilla flavored Ben & Jerry's when she speaks again. "What flavor is it?"

"Vanilla"

"Oh, okay."

"Why don't you like vanilla?"

"I think vanilla is kind of boring don't you think?"

I can't help but laugh out loud about the comment she just made. In the BDSM community 'normal' sex would always be defined as 'vanilla'. And as a person who has experienced a lot of kinky sex, vanilla isn't boring at all.

"What are you laughing about Christian, and please put me down."

I grab her hips and let her body slide down mine. Automatically she clamps her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around my neck.

"What was so funny about my remark Christian?"

I place her on the kitchen counter and stand in between her legs. "Why were you laughing at me?"

"I wasn't laughing at you Ana…it's just, vanilla sex it is interpreted as sex which does not involve such elements as BDSM, kink or fetish activities." I shrug and smile at her.

"Oh…so what we have is 'vanilla'?

"Pretty much, yeah."

Her eyes are now looking at her hands that are fidgeting in her lap. Taking her chin in my hand I force her to look up at me.

"Tell me, what you are thinking Ana."

"Nothing" she shrugs.

"You are a terrible liar Ana. Now let me try again. What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking…never mind Christian, it's not important."

"Ana…just tell me"

"I was thinking that you must find sex with me pretty boring then…I mean you are used to this different kind of sex."

"Vanilla sex isn't boring Ana…it's the best sex I ever had. You know, the name vanilla sex derives from the soft palate, the ascribed aphrodisiac and the Latin names of the vanilla fruit."

She smiles up at me, but it doesn't meet her beautiful eyes.

"What would kinky sex entail?" she whispers and blushes.

"That would mean adding certain elements when having sex…it could be anything."

"What exactly"

"Bondage, whips, feathers, vibrators, butt plugs, spankings…"

"Spankings…?" her eyes are almost bulging out of her head.

"Yes, but sexual spanking is not the same as the punishment spanking we may have experienced as children." I take her hands in mine and smile at her.

"For a woman, the turn-on is the feeling of helpless submission and vulnerability of being bent over in her partner's lap, the attention that is paid to her behind and the feeling of a man's hand warming her buttocks and the anticipation of sexual pleasures to come…what most people don't know is that your behind is a primary erotic zone."

She clears her throat and looks shyly up at me. "And how does this turn a man on?"

"I can't speak for other men, but to me it was the feeling of control and power."

"Okay" she replies meekly and jumps from the counter.

"Now let's watch a movie."

I know that she is thinking about what I just told her. And if I'm honest I would never want to do those things to her. Spanking for me is linked to my past…and even though it gave me that feeling of control and power back then, it's not something I need or want with Ana. Our sex life is amazing, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

We finally decide to watch "Friends with benefits" I won't admit it to Ana, but it was okay…I guess…I excepted worse. During the movie Ana was constantly shifting in her seat. She seems restless…

I place my hand on her thigh and brush my fingers in a circular motion. I feel her relax and place her head on my chest.

I let my hands slide slowly under her dress to the top of her thighs and under her dress. I gently skim with my finger against her lace panties making her moan softly. I continue brushing against her sex without touching the place she wants most.

While I push my hand in her panties she automatically opens her legs wider and leans her head on the couch.

Instead of teasing her any longer I push one finger inside of her warm core. Immediately I feel her walls clenching my finger almost sucking it in.

With her head back and her mouth slightly open I see her enjoying the sensations of what my fingers are provoking.

"I need more…" She pants "Remove your pants, Christian."

Her eyes, normally a bright shade of blue, have now changed into the dark color of the sea. They are dark and wild.

My pants land somewhere on the floor and Ana quickly removes her dress and straddles me.

She looks at me in the eyes while she takes my cock in her hand and stroking back and forth adding the exact amount of pressure. She leads my cock in her tight pussy and we both can't help but let out a moan.

She leans with her hands on my legs and lets her head fall backward, making her long hair brush against my legs.

She is making circular motions with her hips and squeezing the muscles of her pussy together.

"Fuck Ana…just like that."

I look down to where we are connected. There is no hotter sight than this. My girl, riding my cock, and moaning. Her firm breasts are moving up and down with the movements of her body. There is a layer of sweat and a light pink blush covering her body.

Without taking my eyes of the spot where we are connected I place my hands on her breasts and play with her nipples, pinching and rubbing against them, making her moaning become more intense.

"More…I need more…harder" she moans.

"Do you want hard and fast Ana?"

"Yes, oh God yes…"

I lift her in my arms and walk towards the kitchen and place her in front of the table.

"Turn around and place both hands on the table Ana…stick that beautiful ass of yours out"

She complies immediately. Seeing her standing there, legs wide open and the juices flowing from her pussy. I sit on my knees and lick with my tongue along the entire length of her folds.

"You're so delicious Ana, you taste so good…I simply can't get enough of you."

Standing back up I position myself behind her and grab her hips "Hold on baby, because this is going to be hard and fast."

Without warning I slam my rock hard cock into her wet core emanating a cry out of her.

"Yes! Don't stop!"

I continue in slamming into her relentlessly. Her fingertips are white from the force she is clinging to the wooden table.

The sounds of our moans and the smooth gliding of my dick into her makes me almost come.

I keep slamming my dick into her, in and out, in and out. The beads of sweat fall off my forehead landing on her perfect back.

The contractions of my stomach muscles and tightening feeling in my balls indicate that my orgasm is almost there.

"Christian...I'm …coming" Ana pants.

At the same time I come with a roar. Shaking and trembling I lean my head against her back and flick with my finger against her clit.

That single touch makes her come loudly yelling my name. "Christian!"

After a few minutes when our breathing has evened out, I pull out of her. She shudders at the sensation and I keep hold of her placing my hands on her hips.

"Shit, that was amazing." She says and turns around placing her head on my sweaty chest.

"You smell so good Christian." She rubs her nose against my chest and place a little kiss on one of my scars."

She focuses her eyes on the scar and mindlessly traces it with her finger.

When she finally speaks her voice is soft yet firm.

"You know that I am not a violent person, because I don't believe that violence is a solution, but if I would ever come across the person who did this to you, I would personally hurt him…I would hurt him in such way, that he would be reminded every day in his pathetic life of the hurt he caused others, but especially you."

APOV

With my eyes focused on his scar I'm overcome with extremely horrendous feelings. Sentiments of anger, resentment and pure rage. As if the flame that was slowly flickering, suddenly is stirred into a huge sea of flames.

The thoughts swimming through my head are repelling and disgusting, but the ideas of putting them into action are extremely tempting.

But since I don't want to ruin this beautiful day with my stupid comments, I grab his hand, squeezing it gently and give him a big smile.

"Come let's take a bath."

"Baby, this tub is a bit too small for the two of us." Christian states looking down at my claw-foot tub. I love this tub. I always wanted a tub like this.

When we have finally managed to sit in the tub I have to stifle a giggle. Because the bath is so small, Christian doesn't fit in it. Since he can't stretch his legs, his knees are almost touching his chin. I'm sitting facing him, legs stretched on both sides of his hips.

"Are you comfortable Ana?" He asks taking one of my foot in his hands and start massaging it.

"Actually I am…" I say letting out a groan.

"I figured." He mumbles.

"What about you?" I say with my eyes closed.

"Oh, yeah I'm extremely comfortable baby. It's no biggie that half of my body is sticking out of this tremendously luxurious tub, and that I have to watch it not to kick out my front teeth while moving my legs." He replies sarcastically.

"Excuse me Mr. Grey, but I happen to love this tub."

"Yes, but I recall you saying, repeatedly I might add, that you love me too."

"Oh, very much so…but you love me too, so you have to suck it up." I open one eye and see him shaking his head and smiling.

"Let's talk wedding." He takes my other foot in his hands and starts massaging every toe. It feels delightful.

"Do you want a big, fancy wedding?"

"What do you want Christian? I mean you know a lot of people and you probably will have to invite them."

He looks at me confused and kisses my toe before placing it back in the water.

"I don't need to invite anyone Ana. This marriage is between you and me. If it was up to me I would have the GEH jet ready to fly us to Vegas and we would get married right away. Besides why would I want my management staff present at my wedding?"

"I don't know Christian…what about business relations? And your parents have a shit load of friends…and your uncles and aunts…"

"Ana…" he sighs.

"I don't want to invite any business relation to my wedding. As for my parent's friends…yes they have a lot of friends and acquaintances, but those are people that I barely know or like for that matter. This is going to be our wedding and we will invite the people we want to and not the people we think we have to invite."

"Okay." I shrug my shoulders and stare into space. Eloping sounds good to me if I'm honest. The fact that Ray isn't going to be part of the wedding hurts. I will have no one to walk me down the aisle. As for my mother, no chance in hell she will get an invitation. The only person I want to be present with me is Ethan.

"What are you thinking Ana?"

"I'm thinking, that you will have your parents and siblings there. You have a family, like a real family…and I only have Ethan and Sam. Because let's face it Christian, I don't think it would be a good idea to invite José and I have no one left. Ray is gone…and my mom…"

"Come here." He says and pulls me towards him. I'm sitting on my knees between Christian's legs.

"My family is your family Ana. My parents, love you. And even though my dad has a weird way of showing it, I know he cares deeply about you. Elliot, Mia and Melissa already see you as their sister. I wish I could change the fact about your dad…"

"I miss him so much Christian." I whisper. "And I will have no one who can walk me down the aisle. I just know my dad would have been so proud."

Christian crushes me against his chest and holds me tight. He has one hand on my head and he keeps kissing my forehead.

"I'm so sorry baby…but we can walk down the aisle together, if you want that. I know it's not the usual thing to do…but it would make me the proudest fucker on this planet."

"I think I like that idea" I say looking up to his smoldering eyes.

"Then that's what we'll do." He states. "I just want you happy Ana. I don't care one flying fuck about protocols. Our wedding is going to be just that our wedding. And we will make the rules. I'm warning you though, because the minute Mia and my mom find out, they will go into planning mode. They will spew ideas at you until you are going completely crazy. But keep in mind that they will only do that because they will be overjoyed."

I smile thinking about how Mia's reaction will be. I already see her jumping up and down clapping her hands excitedly screaming "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"What about your grandparents from your biological father Ana? Do you know anything about them?" Christian asks.

"No...My mom never mentioned them. She didn't like to talk about my biological father. Every time I would ask her something about him, she would start crying or tell me to shut up, so eventually I gave up. And as for my grandparents, I guess I always thought they were dead."

"Do you want me to ask Welch and Taylor to look into it?"

"I don't know Christian, what if they don't want me? I know very little about my biological father. He died one day after I was born. I don't even know if he had brothers or sisters. I don't know anything." I say.

"I mean his parents had to know about my existence…so why did they never contacted me? That can only mean, that they don't want anything to do with me."

"Ana…you don't know that. So do you want me to ask Welch?"

"Okay."

"Good. I will call him this evening."

"And now for the most important part…when do you want to get married? Tomorrow, next week…"

My head shoots up and I look into his serious face. He is actually serious…next week? Really?

"Christian, you can't be serious right? Next week?"

He shrugs and shifts in the tub and grimaces.

"If it were up to me I would marry you tomorrow Ana, but I believe that tomorrow I'll probably wake up with a serious back injury due to this comfortable position I have been forced in ... so next week is a good idea!" He says happily.

"What about six months?" I suggest.

"Six months?...too long…" he pouts.

"How about one month" Christian says.

"How about two?"

"Ana…two months…is a long fucking time. I just want to marry you and start this new life with you."

"I can't wait to marry you Christian either, but we still have SIP and some other stuff that's been going on…I think two months is acceptable." I kiss his nose and give him a sweet smile.

"Two months and not a day longer."

"Yes Sir." I reply playfully.

"And where do you want to get married?"

"I would like to marry here at our cottage where we first met, were we made love for the first time and where you proposed to me. I would like to stand on the exact same spot as were we were standing yesterday…hearing you saying those beautiful words to me. Because Christian, it was so perfect…and what you said to me…God you are so sweet and so you know I could have told you the same. Because I feel the exact same thing when we are together or apart. Or what I feel when something happens and I can't wait to share that with you. Or when I get these little text messages from you…how happy that makes me feel." I take his face in my hands and kiss his lips.

"When you started talking, saying all those beautiful things to me I fell the butterflies in my tummy" I giggle.

"Fuck the butterflies Ana, I felt the whole zoo… "

"You were nervous?"

"Ana, I was shitting my pants…and when I asked you and you were only staring at me…I thought you were thinking about a way to reject me. Anyway I was hoping you would say that you wanted to get married here. I would like that too."

"Then it's settled. We are marrying here at our cottage, with our family and friends in August."

"I can't wait Ana…this are going to be the longest two months of my life…but it will be worth it, because then you will be Mrs. Christian Grey…and mine…"