A/N: Wow! What a ride! It's been awesome, and even though I know I'm coming back with part two soon, it still feels weird to wrap this part of the story up. A few things I will clarify for those wondering. No Christian will not become an actor. I've called it Lights, Camera, Christian, because I will be focusing more on CG this time. I love writing from his point of view! No there won't be any cheating. I'll stick to what I've always said... I'm all about the HEA's! Cheating and death are hard limits for me, I don't particularly like writing about those topic so I don't.

Anyhow. I can't thank you all enough! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

See you all soon

XoxoxoX

Epilogue - It's a wrap

APOV

"My stylist is going to have a fit," I exhale contentedly, my arms lifting to wrap around Christian's neck. He has me pinned down in the sand, my freshly washed hair now littered with grains of sand.

"She'll get over it," brushing the hair from my face he lowers his lips to mine; coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. I relax, letting my body drown in his warmth. "You're nervous," he states, pulling back with a peck to my lips.

"A little," I admit, my mind starting to swarm with the reality of what this evening will entail. Red carpet, media, interviews. In other words, I'll be in the spotlight for the first time since the accident. I've been lying so low that the rumor mill is I will be a no show.

"Baby, you are going to be fine. I'll be on your arm all night."

"I know." I thread my fingers through his damp hair and pull his face down to mine. "Your fan club is counting on it." I giggle, brushing my lips across his. He groans, frustrated. I know he doesn't care for the attention he's been receiving since the media statement he made while I was in hospital. He doesn't get it, but he doesn't see himself the way I do; and apparently ninety eight percent of the female population after having seen him on television. I watched a replay of his media statement online; he looked devastated but ruggedly sexy at the same time. Up until then Christian Grey was one of those names that sounded familiar, but most couldn't quite peg where they had heard it. Now, well now he's a household name. Every woman wants him; every male wants to be him. Me, I'm the lucky girl who gets him.

Shaking his head, he buries it in my hair and inhales deeply. "You're the only one that matters," he says with such sincerity that I swoon like one of his fan girls.

"If you're trying to get into my pants it's working," I joke, lifting my good leg and wrapping it around his waist; keeping my other leg, which is now in a boot, stretched out on the sand.

"If I wanted in your pants," he pushes himself up to his elbows and looks down at my bikini bottoms, "I would just rip what little there is off." Licking his lips, he drops back down to let the midday sun continue to warm his back. We've been back at my L.A house for two days now, and he finally managed to convince me to head down to the beach. I was hesitant, worried about the paparazzi getting shots of us, or me in my bikini, but Taylor and Sawyer, with the all the neighbor's approval, have this street pretty much locked down.

Closing my eyes I let the peacefulness wash over me. Lazy days with Christian are the best. There's nowhere I'd rather be than in his arms.

Shuffling down, he rests his head on my belly, while I run my fingers through his hair. Bliss.

"While I've got you to myself..." He begins, "Mom keeps asking when we are going to set a date for the wedding."

I smile to myself. Grace, Kate and Mia have all been on my case too. It's not the fact that we don't want to set a date, it's trying to work around both of our work schedules, building the house and a mountain of other things that seem to creep up on us.

I tug on his hair and tilt his face up to mine. "How about June, shooting starts in April, but I have a week free at the beginning of June. The weather should be great..."

Pushing up to his elbows he drags himself up so that we are head to head. "Three months?" He confirms, a satisfied grin creeping into his face, his mouth inching closer to mine with every breath.

"I don't see the point in waiting. I want to marry you... Like yesterday." Bringing my hand down I drag my fingers over his bare chest, swirling the pads over his pecs then down across his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Three months almost seems too far away," he takes a shaky breath and cups the side of my face. "But I can live with that. Any idea where you want to hold the ceremony?"

"Not really. But I think out of town would be best. The media know we live in Seattle; they'll be looking at L.A too... "I purse my lips, trying to think of somewhere.

"We can look at places another day..." He looks down at his watch, "we should really look at heading back up to the house." Inching forward he brushes his lips across mine. "We've got an award show to get to."

I nip at his bottom lip, dragging my teeth over the plump flesh then soothing the bite with my tongue. "I can think of other things I'd rather be doing," I say on a breath.

"Hey," taking hold of my chin he lifts my face so that our eyes meet. I can't hide anything from him. "You and me, baby." I know it's his way of assuring me that he'll be right by my side tonight.

"Me and you." I reply with a chaste kiss. "Come on then," I raise my hand indicating I might need some help up. He jumps to his feet and ignores my hand, instead scooping me up on a squeal and running across the sand towards the stairs.

Kate and Elliot, who were taking a nap, will be accompanying us tonight, will no doubt be getting dressed already. They are nowhere to be seen downstairs, so Christian hauls me upstairs, where we find Kate with my styling team sorting out accessories in my bedroom.

The look one of them gives Christian doesn't go unnoticed, her eyes dragging over his bare upper body as he deposits me on the sofa by my balcony.

"I'll leave you ladies to it," he drops to his knees and presses his lips to mine. "I can't wait to see you in your dress."

Very much unlike my usual secure self, I grab hold of his face and kiss him deeply, my tongue dancing with his, soft moans and heavy breathing. Yeah, he's taken bitch! "I can't wait for you to see my dress," I exhale; trying to expel both the desire and jealously.

Jesus. What is my problem? He hasn't even looked at her. He pulls back, a curious look on his handsome face, a knowing look in his eyes. Was the kiss that obvious?

He bites down on his lips, a small almost unnoticeable shake of his head. "Silly girl," he mutters. "Not that I'm complaining if it means you kiss me like that." He plants another kiss on my lips before pushing himself to his feet and exiting, with only a quick 'hello' to Kate, no acknowledgement at all to the style team, not even a slight tilt of the head in their direction.

I slump down into the sofa on a groan. I need to shake off this funk.

CPOV

I leave Ana's room a tad confused, while jealousy is damn sexy on her, I have no clue why the sudden insecurities. My bet would be her scar, maybe even her sporadic bouts of paranoia. She has no reason at all to be insecure about herself, or me.

Heading down the hall, I divert into the spare room where Elliot and I will get ready. My mind drifts to Ana's dress. I saw it slung over her sofa. I can't wait to see her in it. She's going to look spectacular. She always does. If only her head would play catch up. I understand her nervousness. She's not been out publicly on this scale since the accident. All eyes will be on her, though not for the reasons she's convinced herself of. I'm not sure if Kate was correct in convincing her to wear a dress that'll give everyone a glimpse of her scar, it might be a bit soon for that; especially after her reaction in the bedroom, but I'm behind her either way. She's got nothing to be ashamed of. She's fucking gorgeous and the scar is barely noticeable. In fact, if she put that bronzing lotion on like she used to, I'll be surprised if anyone catches a glimpse of it.

I take a quick shower, putting my boxer briefs and suit pants on then heading out into the bedroom.

"You look nervous, Bro." Elliot slaps my shoulder and looks into the mirror, slicking his hair to the side as I saunter across the room.

"I'm nervous for Ana; I know she's over thinking everything."

"Yeah, I noticed she was a bit withdrawn this morning."

"She's worried about the press, people's reaction to her... Walking up the carpet even."

Ana's out of her cast now but her foot is in a walking boot to give her extra support as she starts walking again. She still has trouble, but gets around slowly. Maybe I'm delaying her progress by carrying her a lot. I just can't help myself.

"She'll be sweet. She's getting around like a champ." I nod, raising my arm up to button my cuffs after slipping into my shirt.

We finish dressing, and then head downstairs to wait. The driver is already here and the security team is ready to go; all on full alert. I finally got my say about what happened to Ana, I ripped everyone to shreds; including Ana. It's in the past now, time to move on, but let's just say I've scared them all enough to be confident there won't be another cluster fuck again.

"And the academy award goes to..." Kate announces behind us.

I turn towards the entrance way and head out, ready to help Ana down the stairs. What I see knocks the breath right out of me. She's a fucking vision. She's almost down, Sawyer helping her with the bottom few steps. I'm glued to the floor. My mouth open, eyes wide with appreciation. She looks breathtaking. Absolutely stunning. She's mine, this gorgeous woman is all mine.

"God, babe..." I choke; watching her as she slowly makes her way over. I still can't move.

"Don't even think about it Romeo. We'll be late." Kate pipes up; desire most likely visible on my face. Fuck yeah I'm thinking about sliding that dress from her shoulders and revealing what's beneath; or not beneath.

"You look amazing," she says as hobbles over to me, puts her hands on my shoulders for support and straightens my collar.

"You... You look stunning," cupping the nape of her neck I pull her forward slightly and move my nose down hers. I can feel the nervousness radiating off her body in waves. I lean back and take in the front of her dress. Her scar now a very faint raised line, covered with concealer.

"Thank you," she curls her fingers over my shoulders and moves in for a kiss.

"Mmm, you smell fucking edible," I nip at her lips, inhaling her fresh vanilla scent. There's a hint of berry there today; her lip gloss maybe. "How are you feeling?"

She takes a deep breath, her eyes on mine. "Nervous," she admits. "Really nervous."

"I know. Everything will be okay, baby. I won't let anyone get too close." She blinks rapidly a few times, drawing a grin from me, and then she looks down at the front of her dress. My eyes follow, my pants tightening. "So sexy," my finger trails down the opening in the front of her dress.

"Alright," Kate claps her hands. "Are we ready?"

"Yeah," Ana and I respond at the same time. Wrapping my arm around her waist to help her with her walking, we make our way out to the limo slowly.

The drive to the Dolby Theatre is slow, all the traffic heading the same way. We fill the drive by talking about the wedding; letting Kate and Elliot know that we've set a rough date, and indulging in a glass of champagne and a few of the truffles I had stocked for Ana.

As the limo rolls to a stop in the long line, Ana sits straighter, erecting the invisible walls around her. I take her hand in mine and stroke the back of her hand. My fingers run over her engagement ring. "You're wearing your ring?" My eyes glance up to hers.

"Is that okay?" She croaks. We've not talked about going public with the engagement, and wearing her ring is a sure fire way to announce it to the world. There's no way that it won't get noticed, not with the sheer amount of photos that are taken on the red carpet.

"Yeah, it's perfect." I run my fingers over the diamonds, my chest swelling with pride.

She buries her face in my neck and wraps her arms around my waist. Settling in for the wait until it is our turn for the carpet; I relax back and wrap my arms around her shoulders.

"You're going to mess up your hair nuzzling me like that," I chuckle as she buries her head further into me. Pulling back with a smile she smooth's her hair back with her hands.

"We're nearly up," she gazes out the window, her lips pursed as she takes in the crowd slowly coming into view. She starts twisting her engagement ring; something I've noticed she's been doing a lot of when she's nervous. I swear there's not a day goes by that I'm not reminded of what that fucker did to her; whether it's her leg, her worry, her attitude. Always a reminder.

Deciding to take her mind off the looming crowd, I hook my elbow around her neck and pull her to me; our foreheads pressed together. "St. Thomas," I say with a press of my lips to her skin.

"You want to go back?" She questions, angling her head to mine so that she can look into my eyes.

"Let's get married there. We can fly out a week before hand; bring all our friends and family with us. We could stay at Buttercup estate again... Have the reception at one of the island resorts."

"Beach wedding?" Her mouth is curling up into a megawatt smile. "I like it...a lot." She looks at me a beat; her dark mascara coated lashes blinking. "It's perfect." Angling her red stained lips over mine, she kisses me fully, her tongue dipping and licking. Both breathless, she leans back, touching my lips with her thumb.

"Yeah, red doesn't suit you bro," Elliot laughs and Ana continues to wipe the lipstick from my lips. I flip him the bird behind Ana's back before fixing the front of Ana's dress. Don't need the press catching a glimpse of those puppies. With her chest fully concealed behind the draping of baby blue fabric, and my mouth free of red marks, I sit back in my seat and wait patiently with Ana.

A half hour later the limo rolls to a complete stop at the beginning of the red carpet. "Breathe, baby. Breathe." I grasp Ana's shoulders and give them a squeeze. "I'll get out first." I kiss her neck softly then scoot past her and give Sawyer a nod to let him know we are ready.

Sawyer exits the front of the limo to a deafening roar. The whole world knows that Sawyer is Ana's security; after her accident his face was plastered all over the papers. "Jesus," Ana mutters the noise incredibly loud, even from the car. There's no mistaking that Ana has a shit load of fans here, and they're happy she's arrived.

Sawyer opens the door, his back to the crowd, scanning the fans and media closest to us. I duck outside to a mind numbing chorus of screams and shouts. Standing straight I give the crowd a friendly wave, button my jacket then reach out for Ana's hand. Her eyes stay glued to mine as she maneuvers herself out of the limo and stands next to me on a wobble. She licks her lips, her eyes scanning my face with worry. "You've got this, babe." I cup the back of her neck and give her a lingering butterfly kiss; much to the delight of the crowd who all go insane. "Go show them what you're made of. You look beautiful." With a tap to the bum, which I'm sure will be in tomorrow's newspaper; she turns to the crowd on an inhale and raises her hand with a smile.

That's my girl.

I stay with Ana for the long trek up the carpet. Every news reporter, photographer, and camera crew wants a piece of her. She is being screamed and yelled at from all directions, but she takes it in stride; her nerves all but disappeared. Every so often she'll squeeze my hand a little tighter or hold my arm a little strong when we walk, letting me know she's grateful that I'm with her.

I have had question after question thrown at me, but this is Ana's night, and I don't want to fuel the fascination with me so I've been dodging questions left and right.

We are nearly at the end of the carpet, all focus having been on Ana's nomination and accident; the ring unnoticed, up until now.

"Ana, is that an engagement ring on your finger?!" Someone screams from behind us; Ana's hand splayed across my lower back as she talks to ET about filming having been put on hold due to her leg.

Ana's eyes move up to mine when the reporter from ET questions the outburst.

I grin like a fucking loon, and with a low chuckle and a nod at Ana, I lace our fingers together and hold up her hand to place a kiss on her fingers.

The crowd erupts into a frenzy. The entertainment tonight reporter asking for a close up of the ring, all the surrounding media shouting out for our attention. Brodie who has been behind us runs up to give me a pat on the back and sweeps Ana into a hug. It's fucking chaos. What a way to announce our upcoming nuptials.

The excitement doesn't die down, it's a good thing that it wasn't picked up on at the beginning of the carpet or it would have taken hours to get down.

When we enter the theatre we are escorted to our seats. We, along with Elliot, Kate and the rest of the cast and crew from Deep are seated up front; the other major nominees alongside us. The place is spectacular. Soft musical scores from the movies are playing over the speakers, champagne and nibbles are passed around. I get Ana seated making sure her leg is comfortable then get her a drink. She is bombarded with wishes of good luck and questions about her health. Celebrities are everywhere you turn. Not only movie stars but musicians, producers...

"Fuck, bro. There's Spielberg!" Elliot grunts through his teeth beside me. "Oh shit... It's...oh fuck she's coming over."

"What the hell Elliot? Who?" I whisper growl.

"My free card..."

"Your what?"

"You know the one person you're allowed to do the dirty with, without getting into trouble."

His crazy statement has me bursting into laughter. "Really El?"

"I'm not kidding...Kate has hers. That dude with the biker series... Charlie someone... And here's mine!" His eyes widen as he shuffles uncomfortably on his seat.

"The notebook girl?" I ask, my eyes darting to the woman approaching Ana.

"You've watched the Notebook?" He sits up straighter, his face priceless. "Dude!"

"Oh shut it! Ana watched it one night. I just happened to be in the room."

Both of our heads turn as she kneels in front of Ana, giving her a hug before they start giggling over girly shit. Ana holds up her hand for her to look at the ring. She turns to looks at me and smiles before giving her attention back to Ana.

I twist in my seat to see Elliot damn near hyperventilating. "Hi, I'm Rachel, a friend of Ana's. Congratulations." She leans forward and kisses my cheek. "Good luck Hun," she leaves with a small wave to Ana.

"I fucking hate you," Elliot growls as he watches her walk away.

I can't help but laugh. "Well that'll teach your sorry ass for having a free pass. Bro, she didn't even glance at you." It's a good job that Kate is off talking to someone, even though I know Elliot is only playing around, I can't imagine she'd be happy.

Close to an hour passes, the time spent with my arm around Ana's shoulders talking to her work colleagues, fetching drinks and sneaking kisses when we think no one is looking. I am terribly proud of her.

When the show starts, I have to chuckle; Ellen DeGeneres waltzing out on stage. I've never met her in person, but I remember her well from Ana's appearance on her show.

We settle in, enjoying the ceremony and laughing at Ellen's jokes. It doesn't take long to get to the awards, a young actor I'm unfamiliar with strolls out to present the award for best actor in a supporting role.

"And the Oscar goes to... Tom Hanks for Deep!"

The room claps and cheers. Ana wobbles to her feet and pulls him in for a hug as he walks past. I don't catch what he whispers in her ear, but whatever it is makes her smile.

Award after award is handed out. Speeches are made. Deep has taken every Oscar it was nominated for with the exception of original score and there's a permanent smile on Ana's face.

APOV

"Do you want another drink, baby?" Christian asks, his arm slung across my shoulders, his thumb stroking my upper arm.

"No I'm good." I turn to him with a smile. It's been a great night and I'm so pleased that I came.

I nestle into his arms as the audience start to get louder. The award for best actress up next. Angelina Jolie walks out on stage and approaches the microphone. She introduces all the nominees, clips of the movies playing on the big screen. Everyone claps with each name, each clap making my pulse thump and fingers tremble. Jesus snap out of it Ana. My heart is pounding with nervousness, not because I'm expecting to win, but because all eyes are on me when the cameras switch to a shot of Christian and me.

"And the award for best actress in a leading role... Goes to..."

Pause.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

"Anastasia Steele for Deep!"

My world spins. My heart is beating so fast and loud it's all I can hear. Fuck.

"Baby, baby you won." Christian's comforting hands cup my face, his lips on mine.

"I can't breathe." I pant, my fingers shaking, adrenaline racing. Christian kisses me repeatedly, his excitement snapping me out of moment of stupor.

"I did it..." I stutter.

"You did it, baby."

I push myself up on shaky legs, putting most of the weight on my good foot. I look around, everyone is on their feet clapping. A standing ovation. Elliot swoops me up in a hug and Kate is screeching in my ear. Tom is patting my shoulder in congratulations, Christian is looking at me with such pride I could cry. I cradle Christian's face one more time and press my lips to his. "Love you." I breathe before turning and walking as best I can to the stage.

I wobble a little when I hit the stairs. An arm hits the back of my legs and I'm being swept up on a screech. "I got you, baby." Christian chuckles, running me up the stairs and to the stage making the room erupt in hoots and hollers. Depositing me at the top of the stairs he helps me to the microphone then heads over to stand by Ellen who says something that makes him laugh.

"Thanks, babe." I say into the microphone. "My fiancé," I point to him which gets another round of applause. "Wow." I hold up the statue that Angelina has just handed over with a hug.

"This completely blows my mind. To be up against such extraordinary talent, and amazing women...I mean Meryl Streep people," I shake my head incredulously. "So many people to thank... All the cast and crew, Tom, you're an inspiration. Dad, thank you! I'm here because you believed in me and supported me...you've been my number one fan from the beginning. I could never repay you for all that you've done and sacrificed for me." I'm flustered and speaking quickly but I can't seem to get myself under control. "Christian, your encouragement, your support... You inspire me beyond belief daily. I love you." I turn and blow him a kiss which Ellen intercepts by nudging him over and catching it with her hand causing me to laugh. I close my eyes and tilt my head up, tears threatening to spill. "Mom," I hold the statue up, swallowing the tight lump in my throat. "This one's for you. I miss you every day... You were my star."

"To all the fans, your unwavering support over the past few months has been incredible. Your messages and kind words helped pull me through a tough time. Thank you." That gets the crowd on their feet again. Everyone clapping and cheering. It's overwhelming. I hold the gold statue up once more before turning and hobbling off the stage with Angelina's help. Christian gives me a sexy wink, and runs back down the stairs to our seats while I head back for photos with Angelina, a selfie with Ellen and a mini interview.

It's all so surreal. Ang Lee who was still backstage after having taken out best director for 'Deep' before my award congratulates me and helps me back to my seat.

Christian is laughing at Ellen's antics. I thank Ang then look across to where everyone's attention is. Ellen has come down the stairs and is faking an injured leg. Clearing her throat she stifles a laugh, and places the back of her hand against her forehead; feigning distress. "I think I need some help." She chokes; the theatre roaring with laughter.

Elliot who is looking as though all the champagne is starting to catch up with him bursts into hysterics and slaps Christian shoulder. "That's you bro." He chokes on a laugh.

Christian who is shaking his head and laughing quietly gets to his feet and runs over to her, scooping her up the same way he did me and carries her across to the center of the stage.

"My fiancée," Ellen gives him an exaggerated wink. Laughing he runs back down and plonks himself beside me.

"She's a hoot." He whispers in my ear. He turns me in my seat so that I'm facing him, his smile wide and bright. "I'm so proud of you... So proud."

My body is buzzing with a myriad of emotions. Disbelief, excitement. My fingers still shaking. My voice lost.

"It's real." He says soothingly, his hands caressing my flushed cheeks. Our eyes fixed, the hype of the crowd a distant hum. Me and Him. His touch calming, his look adoring. He grounds me. He knows me; better than I know myself sometimes. It's what we are, seamless. Effortless. Everything about us is so natural, so instinctive. A single touch from him can settle me. I know without a doubt that he is my soul mate, my other half. He completes me. My forever.

"It's unbelievable how much I need you...love you." I say on a whisper.

"Babe," his eyes soften even more, his lips curling up into a shy smile. "Whatever it is you're feeling, I'm right there with you."

Right there, in front of hundreds of industry peers, perhaps even millions at home too, he kisses me. Capturing my mouth with his and showing me every ounce of love and affection he feels.

We pull apart, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling.

"I love you."

"I love you."