Sorry for the late update! I've started a new short story – Welcome to Camp S&M – and I've been getting GREAT feedback! But, low and behold I also have to keep working on this story because it is my first and it is my baby :) How can so many writers fall out of love with them? Any who hope you like it!
Again- the Second court trial for Elena will be done in a ONE-SHOT with the last one as well (which is not written yet) so until then just use your imagination! Ps. When I describe the phone as being 'dirty' I did not mean literally scummy or having dirt on it, I ment that Ana was skeptical of it and she thinks there's was a different meaning to her Mom giving it to her. Other than that the phone is brand new!:)
ANA POV
This was the day; the day that the bitch troll Elena was finally put behind bars for seducing and attempting to lure in under aged boys for her personal sex games. I had to speak at the trial today – which didn't go down well with Christian, talking about how I'm the one who hit her and how her husband Linc and nothing to do with that injury, they even had a specialist come into inspect my once sprained hand and wrist.
But the part that really had every one aghast was when a tall redheaded boy came to the stand, confirming everyone's secret fears that this has happened to another boy before Christian. He told use that it happened four years before, when he was working around their house, she engaged him into a sex scene for something called BDSSMH, or something like that – I can't really remember – she had him as a personal 'submissive', as he called it. He then broke it off later on, never to tell anyone about the sexual abuse until today. And the whole time the only thing that was running through my mind was – that could have been Christian.
It only took an hour for the jury to make their decision; the only noise in the room is the judge reading off the verdict and Elena's fake pity sobs from across the room.
"Guilty, Ms. Lincoln, there will be little to no chance of probation for a total of five to ten years in the Washington State prison for your felony, and you will pay a 10,000 dollar fine. And as of today you are now to register as a sex offender until the day you die." He stamps something harshly onto the court papers in front of him, and then looks at Elena disgusted, "Take her away."
There's cheering and loud clapping as Carrick goes up to Christian, and Grace to me, - giving us both big hugs.
I smile with joy and hug her back as she gives me a kiss on the cheek, "I'm sorry you had to go through this, Grace," I say quietly through the loud crowd.
She holds me at arm's length and smiles with glee as some tears roll down her face, "We lost a horrid woman, and we gained a daughter – I'm not sorry." She then pulls me against her once more.
With Mia and Elliot at the Trevelyan's house, Christian and I arrive at the Grey mansion, after the trial, alone – Grace a Carrick choosing to stay behind for further business. We're all joyful laughter and happiness as we kick off our shoes and Christian lifts me in his arms and carries me up the stairs, his lips glued to mine in an unbreakable embrace.
"Wait," I say between heavy pants, "I have to take a shower."
He groans into my neck with displeasure, "No,"
I giggle as I lightly push him off, "Yes. It'll just be a couple moments."
"I know you, Anastasia, you'll take forever and by the time you're done my parents will be home." He states with an amused eyebrow lifted.
I laugh and blush as his, possibly, on the spot assumption, "No. It'll be quick, Christian, I promise."
I stand there smiling like a fool, watching him stalk off into his bedroom like a toddler without an afternoon snack.
I quickly run it to the guest bedroom, grab my clothes, and scurry into the bathroom. I grab my toothbrush and – clumsily adding the tooth paste - quickly brush my teeth in record time – while I put my hair up in a messy high bun. I turn on the water in the shower, and right when I'm drying off the bristles and tapping it against the sinks edge Christian grabs me from behind making me squeal as he leans his cheek against my neck.
"You're times up, baby," he lifts me over his shoulder as I squeal and laugh. It doesn't pass me that he shuts the door with the water still running.
Since our first night together every other time has been extraordinary, and what's great about it is that we don't go for it like rabbits. It's just a special thing that we share together so well, but we make a good point that it's not the only thing we want from each other. It's just one of the many that make us closer. And it's never been fucking, no matter what the time or moment, or if it's playful or lustful, or completely unexpected, Christian has always made it a point about making love as two 'crazy about each other' teenagers do.
He sets me down and quickly starts to undo his tie and unbutton his top two dress shirt buttons; I slide off my stockings as I hold onto his shoulder for support. He grabs me by the waist and attacks my mouth with so much force that we both can't help but laugh at our hurry. Wrapping my legs around his hips, he lifts and pushes my small form against the wall and against his chest without much effort.
Soon we're on the bed, and my stumbling and clumsy fingers try to hastily undo the rest of his buttons; the only sound is our shallow breathing and occasional quiet laughter. And it's there again, just like the first night and the rest following it, I feel like I'm in serenity with him. I run my fingers through his copper hair at the nape of his neck and he drags me upwards so I'm sitting on his lap –our buttons or zippers on our clothes are either mostly or half way undone, and both our, once, tucked in shirts now have bits and pieces hanging out of our waist bands. The same with our hair - well, my hair – his is always untamable.
He's smiling joyfully as his hands fan out against my back as he holds me in place and bends down to run his nose down my ear lobe, and from deep in his throat he hums in satisfaction, making me squirm and giggle from the feel of the sound reverberating against my ear.
"Christian!" I laugh.
He smiles beautifully and chuckles at my reaction he was hoping for.
There's a soft knock at the door, "Christian, we're home now." Grace says.
I freeze, and every ounce of color drains from my face as I stare at the door. What if she opens the door and finds Christian and I in this embrace? Please don't open the door, please don't open the door, I chant.
I stare at Christian now, and find him smiling with humor at my deer caught in the head lights expression, "Okay, Mom, thank you." He says, still smiling down at me.
"Where's, Ana, dear?" she asks curiously.
I bite my lips as my heart starts to race.
His grin gets wider, "She's in the shower." He says without missing a beat.
And now I know why he shut the door and didn't turn the lights nor the water off – Christian!
"Okay, Hon, well I'll call when dinners ready." I then hear the click of her heals walking away.
"You're parents are in the house?" I gape, trying to sit up and straighten myself out.
He shrugs, not letting me leave his lap, "Yes."
I raise an eyebrow at his easy going demeanor. Yes? That's all he has to say? Does this man have no shame? "What does that mean?" A disbelieving giggle escaping, still a little shaken by his Mom's almost entrance.
"It means -," he says as he kisses my mouth softly, "We'll have to be quiet." He smirks deviously.
I smile at him as I bite the corner of my bottom lips, and decide that I'm willing to play along if he is. I giggle quietly as I slide the white cotton shirt off his shoulders and he lowers us down to his mattress.
A week passes, and everything seems like it couldn't get any better than this. Wesley and Lavender are perfect and happy, after Kate was done torturing the poor boy about Gia, Elliot and her are more in love than ever, and I'm perfect, because that's how Christian makes me feel.
I'm lying in bed, watching the outside of the window as the sky gets darker, when I hear my phone vibrate from underneath my pillow. I still don't use it that often, but both Christian and Ray demand that I keep it with me at all times. I hardly even touch it unless I'm answering a text, a phone call, or I'm charging it so it can sit in my pocket for the rest of the say like usual.
I reach under my pillow and see a text from Kate. I smirk at the ridiculous name she put for herself in my contacts.
My BFF: Heeey, girlie, whts new?
I roll my eyes at her style of texting, she doesn't write on paper like that, so why on text? I never did understand that.
Just laying my bed.
My BFF: Christian wth u;)
I blush wildly.
No, he's not:)
My BFF: JS, wldnt surprse me!
What are you doing?
My BFF: watchin' TV, u knw, livin' it up lol
I put my phone down and begin to doze off; when I'm on the edge of consciousness I once more hear that phone vibrate. Expecting that it's Kate I flip it open and squint at the bright screen. I'm instantly awake when I see who it's from. I'm the one who chose his contact name.
MyChristian: Hey, Baby.
Hi:)
MyChristian: I miss you.
I giggle, thinking about how we only seen each other not five hours ago.
We've seen each other today in class, how can you miss me already?:)
MyChristian:How can I not miss you? You're always on my mind. Xo
I swoon at his words. How can he be so persuasive through little black letters?
You're always on my mind, too, Christian.
MyChristian: Can I come over?
Through the window again?:/
MyChristian: Maybe… possibly… yes.
I giggle.
What are you doing right now?
MyChristian: I am sitting in my dungeon/our love nest/my bedroom reading about how larvae.
Haha and what if I don't believe you?
Not two minutes later a picture comes in that he took of himself. And sure enough he's holding a book titled 'when insects take adult form' on his bed, shirtless and in boxers. I hit save and reply.
I'm not quite reading books about bugs, but I am lying in bed.
MyChristian: I don't believe you, Baby. I need proof;)
I giggle as I take a quick snap shot of me with my head on the pillow looking up at the camera. And send it to him.
MyChristian: I really wish I didn't ask you to do that.
Why not?
MyChristian: Because now I really want to be there with you:(
Awe, a Christian Grey sad face. I find myself pouting too at the screen.
You'll live;)
The next morning I wake up bright and early for some unknown reason. Trying to blink the blur out of my eye and stretching, I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Making myself a bowl of cereal I turn on the TV – which I seldom do in this house, because it's usually occupied with sports - and begin watching an old episode of Hey Arnold.
I'm halfway done eating my Golden puffs when I hear a knock at the door. Bringing my cereal with me, I walk myself to the door. Opening it I see three people; Christian, Elliot, and Kate.
"Whoa, Ana, this look suits you!" Kate chuckles as she looks at my – now loose – and messy bun sitting on the top of my head, my tight yellow spaghetti strap under shirt, the basketball shorts Christian gave me once upon a time, and my rainbow skittle ankle cut socks.
I put my hand on my hip, "Well, I'm sorry, if I had known I'd be having guests over at -," I lean over to see the kitchen stove clock, "seven I would have freshened up." I grumble.
They walk in a line, Kate smiling gleefully at me, Elliot giving me a tight bear hug, and Christian kissing my nose and wrapping his arms around waist.
"What are you guys doing here?" I ask Christian, who smirks in return.
"You'd already know if you weren't so anti-phone, and checked your messages every blue moon," Kate says from the living room couch, taking my phone off the cushion and opening my mail box.
I catch the phone as she tosses it in my direction. Yeesh, 15 texts, and 10 missed calls. I open one of the ones from Christian and read the order of how his patience ran out.
MyChristian: Ana, baby, where going to the Seattle Space needle and the Great wheel tomorrow morning. Would you like to come?
MyChristian: Please answer soon, Ana.
MyChristian: Baby, please respond so I know you're okay.
MyChristian: Anastasia, you better be just sleeping soundly in your bed.
MyChristian: Anastasia, please answer back quickly, I'm worried.
MyChristian: Call me when you get these.
MyChristian: Anastasia Rose Steele, don't tempt me to show up at your house.
MyChristian: That's it, I'm calling Ray.
MyChristian: I have called Ray; he said that you're sleeping, sweet dreams.
I turn around and gape at Christian as he nuzzles my neck. He doesn't even look ashamed.
"Christian!" I scold.
He shrugs against me, "I'm not going to say sorry for worrying about you."
I then read the ones Kate sent to me – there not much different from Christian's, I giggle.
"Why are we going so early, anyways?" I ask with a yawn. I nuzzle my head in the crook of Christian's neck and lean against him.
"Because we're going to the 'Up Early' special for the space needle that starts at seven," Kate informs. "Hardly anyone will be there, so it'll work out perfectly." She smiles.
"Plus, we'll have a great view of the sun rise," Elliot adds with enthusiasm while he pours a bowl of cereal from the kitchen, "Where's the milk?"
I giggle as I get the milk out of the fridge and hand it to him.
"Thanks, doll," he winks with a charming smile.
We leave around 7:30 to be early at the Seattle space needle. I've been here before when I was just a small kid with Ray, but don't remember much other than being scared and asking to leave soon when I saw the height.
When we enter the main room at the bottom floor Christian pays for him and me, and Elliot pay for himself and Kate.
"Close your eyes." Christian whispers in my ear just before the elevator stops at the top floor. I do as I'm asked, and as soon as we step out I hear nothing but warm silence fill the space, and a bright blaze of orange and soft pink hitting my eyelids. I'm guessing no one else is in here this early.
Christian leads me behind a metal bar and puts his hands over mine from behind me, he kisses my hair as I can only imagine what I'll see from this height.
"Open your eyes, Anastasia." His velvet voice requests.
I do, and I'm silenced by the view in front of me. Weavings distant warm oranges and fiery reds mark where it looks like the sky ends just before the faded purple clouds appear closer, and then it all turns into deep blue waves of cottony sky. I can see Mt. Rainier in the far distance from the corner of my eye and its snowcapped tip. I've seen the sunrise and set, but never like this. It's so…
"Beautiful." The word pours off my lips as the soft morning sun light hits my face as I smile with wonder.
"You're more beautiful." Christian says in my ear.
I turn to make some smart remark to him but once again I'm silenced; the way the warm and soft sunlight cascades over his joyful expression makes him look like a very young Greek God, and at a certain view the glow from outside the massive glass walls make it so you can see the glimmer of the dark red in his copper locks.
I rest my head against his shoulder as his arms wrap around my torso; we watch the sun slowly raise – Kate and Elliot somewhere else in the huge glass room enjoying the view.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love." He quotes Shakespeare in my ear, once again making me swoon with if oh so smooth voice.
"That's a lovely quote," I say, "The perfect quote for the perfect beginning of a day."
As we unwilling leave – before the tourists start to pack in – the sun is already out and about, shinning with its usual blazing orange and yellow high in the sky.
The Great wheel was fun, all though Elliot and Kate got separated from us and onto a different wheel lift we caught up later, and decided to stay apart and meet up tonight.
It's the afternoon now and Christian and I are sitting inside a small but colorful ice cream shop next to an organic grocery store. And I have to say this is the best ice cream I have ever had. We sit and talk inside by the giant glass window with the store logo on it 'Molly Moon's homemade ice cream', and one the antique chairs that are pained each a different bright pastel color. We're leaning on our elbows towards each other while we ask different and random question about each other.
"We didn't really have pets growing up," I shrug, pausing to take a lick on my strawberry swirl, "And if we did they usually were owned by one of Carla's husbands, so I never got attached." I say matter a factly.
I look over at him and see some of his ice cream dripping down the cone.
"Um, Christian…" I gesture to his ice cream cone.
He tries to lick it off but doesn't quite get it, after a moment or so he hands it to me. I get it, giggling as I wipe excess ice cream off my chin and the tip of my nose.
"Don't you ever get sick of chocolate, and how doesn't it make you fat?" I grumble, looking at his toned chest, and gesturing to his double dark chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips.
He chuckles, "No, I never get sick of it, just like I never get sick of someone else." He grins towards me, "Would it be wise to say you're the chocolate to my life?"
I blush with a giggle.
"And as for your second question, I have no clue – perhaps I have a good metabolism. And I think that counted for your turn, baby." He smirks.
"What? That doesn't count!" I pout childishly.
He rolls his eyes, "Fine, go on."
"Did you have any pets growing up?"
He thinks, "I personally have not, and there wasn't many in our house hold." He shrugs, "Lelliot had a turtle at one point, and Mia a hamster – but he ran away to a nice farm." He chuckles.
I giggle, licking my cone as he thinks of another, but it seems like he already has one in mind as he hesitates in asking.
"Who was your first kiss?" he asks pointedly.
I smile, remembering that very odd day, "His name was Liam Colby and we were seven. He kissed me on the lips under a tall slide at our schools playground and his lips were sticky and tasted like grape soda and jelly beans." I giggle.
"Well, it seems as though you remember it clearly," he frowns, looking out the window.
I can't help but laugh at his over reaction, "Christian," I say softly, smiling, "ask me who my first time was, and who it'll be with for the rest of my life." I smirk, putting my hand on his.
"Well played." He chuckles.
"But that leaves me wondering, who was your first kiss?" Please don't say Elena, please don't say Elena…
He sighs, "You honestly want to know?"
"Yes," I nod slowly.
"It was Madison." He grumbles.
I burst out laughing, "Madison? The founder and president of the 'We heart Christian Grey' Fan club?" I joke.
He chuckles, "Yes. We were also seven, and I had very strong problems with people touching me. I always knew the little she witch had a crush on me, and one day she came up to me while I was standing by the water fountain and kissed me on the lips – I have no clue what her lips tasted like, and I have no interest – because as soon as she did I freaked out." He rolls his eyes, "Later on my parents told her 'it's not that he doesn't like you, but he just doesn't like girls in that way yet'. Little did they know it was both." He smiles deviously, "I guess though she took it to heart until this very day, because she still doesn't know how I can't like her – I even have a strong feeling she's the one who started the gay rumor."
"Wow, Madison, who would have known," I ponder with a grin.
Later on when we meet up with Kate and Elliot once more, Christian drops me off at my house and I kiss him good night, thanking him for such a wonderful day.
I wake up the next morning utterly beat from the day before. I groggily find my phone and open up my mail box – I have one new message.
MyChristian: Good morning sleeping beauty xoxo
I smile and sit up as I stretch. Taking in a deep breath I smell pancakes, bacon, and possibly toast. I know for a fact Ray doesn't cook at all – unless it's the toast part. Who's in our house making breakfast? I slip on my socks and creek open my bedroom door.
Ps: I've been the Molly moons homemade ice cream! It's delicious! I suggest if your ever in Seattle, try it!
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