DECEMBER 20TH 2007

Ana looks surprised to find us all piled into her dorm room. "ANA." Mia screeches engulfing Ana in a hug much to everyone's amusement.

"Umm... what are you guys doing here, I'm coming home tomorrow."

"Yeah we know, we came to help you celebrate the end of your first trimester," Elliot says with a wide grin.

"Elliot I'm not pregnant," Ana grumbles. The rest of us just shake our heads.

"Tough crowd." He moans.

"Anyway do you guys do around here for fun," Mia asks and before anyone can answer the shrill sound of Kate's phone interrupts.

"You really need to change that tone." Ana moans dropping her backpack on the floor with a loud thud.

"Sorry it's Steve, he's on his way with his roommate Cole." Her fingers rapidly move the across the keys.

"Who are they?" I ask.

"Steve is the guy Kate is currently dating," Ana answers gleefully staring at Elliot, who looks far from happy.

"And Cole would be the guy vying for Ana's affection," Kate answers still rapidly texting.

"Tell him not to bother." Ana groans collapsing on the bed her head resting on my chest. Her response to Cole's visit makes me very happy, even though she's already told me she won't be dating you never know.

"Meant to ask, how did you do on your exams?"

"Passed with distinction." She says yawning.

"I expected nothing less. How many hours are you working at GEP?" She looks exhausted.

"Just the contracted amount. I'm just tired today, I didn't get any sleep last night." She answers.

"Why, what kept you up?" She doesn't answer, and I realize she's fallen asleep.

"So Kate what are your plans for the holiday?" Elliot asks with an air of nonchalance.

"Going home." He waits for more but quickly realizes that's all he's getting. From what Ana tells me Kate likes Elliot a hell of a lot more than she's letting on. As much as I'd like to tell him, I think he needs this; she might just be the woman to change him. Despite his playboy ways Kate has gotten to him, things would go a lot easier for him if he'd just keep it in his pants.

"Knock knock." A loud, obnoxious voice calls waking Ana up. I don't turn my head neither does Ana as we both know it's Kate wannabe boyfriend and his friend.

"Did you bring Charlie Tango?" Ana asks with a sleepy smile.

"No, we can take her up at the weekend." I offer earning me a radiant smile. She's playing with the buttons on my shirt, and still, I find it perplexing how such small gestures from her leaves me feeling content.

Ana

"I hear Kate talking to Steve, but I can't make out what is being said, all I can hear is Christian rhythmic heartbeat lulling me back to sleep.

"Hey, Ana… this is Cole." Steven says, and I hear Christian's low growl.

"For fuck sake." I pick up the annoyance in Kate's voice she clearly doesn't want him to be introduced to me. I don't turn my head as I do not want to acknowledge him, I'm rude, but I couldn't care less. I hear Elliot and Mia snickering, and that's when things take a turn for the worse… for Cole anyway.

"Bitch," Cole mutters.

I'm off Christian's chest and standing before I can blink. Next thing I know Christian and Elliot have Cole's face pinned against the hallway wall. Kate is glaring at Steve. "I told you not to bring him." She sneers.

"She's not interested in you, so that makes her a bitch," Christian growls, his shoulders back and towering over Cole who is now facing them. I can feel the anger coming off Christian and Elliot in waves.

"Sor… sorry." He stutters.

'Oh, you can do a lot better than that." Elliot growls.

"I'm sorry that was uncalled for." He adds, his eyes darting from Elliot to Christian. I wince when Elliot delivers a blow to his solar plexus hard enough to have him on the floor gasping for breath.

"If you dare look at her sideways again… it will be the last thing you do." Christian bellows.

"You can follow him out," Kate says glaring at Steven.

"Kate." He tries to placate much to Elliot's annoyance.

"She said out." He tells him with a sweet smile.

"Are you alright?" Christian asks taking my face in his hands.

"Yeah… thanks." Is all I can I get out.

"Glad to be your knight in shining armor." He says with a kiss to my forehead and a look I can't decipher. I sit on the bed fearing my legs would go from under me if I remain standing because of the way he's staring at me. I'm so caught up in the moment between Christian and I that I miss whatever is going on between Kate and Elliot until his distinctive bark.

"Poor Steven." He says with a mile wide smile.

"Oh shut up." Kate retorts, but I see the smile on her face when she turns to look my way. "Anyway… sorry Steele, but after today I doubt anyone will be trying to get in your good graces for a while at least." She adds with a chuckle. I catch Mia out of the corner of my eye giving me a knowing look, it's nice to have someone who knows just how I feel about Christian.

CHRISTIAN

I can't believe I let the PR department talk me into this, what's wrong with writing a check. Despite my aloofness, this woman won't leave me alone, I'm giving one-word answers when a shrug or gesture wouldn't do.

Dad dragged Ana off somewhere, and I'm stuck with this woman who smells like she drowned herself in a vat of perfume and not the nice subtle kind and far too much makeup, compared to Ana this woman is just an affront to the senses.

I'm close to losing all hope when I see Ana and dad back in the room laughing hard about something. My phone beeps and I take it out of my breast pocket, manners and etiquette be damned.

'Mr. Grey, it looks like you need help.' Thank God.

'Yes desperately.' I reply.

I look up and see her walking over in all her majestic glory, what a beauty. The woman in front of me notices me looking over her shoulder, with a frown she turns and her frown immediately turns to a glare. "Where did Carrick drag you off to and what were you laughing about?" I ask smiling widely at her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She answers with a smirk.

"Yes, I would." I retort.

"Well… he called a client a limp dick motherfucker." I nearly spit my drink all over the woman I'd forgotten was standing in front of me. "Sorry about that," Ana says apologizing sincerely to her for the small drink spilled on her dress. Why I don't know, only to earn a look of disdain from her.

"She said sorry what more do you want?" I spit harshly, and to my surprise, she looks shocked. "Come on Ana let's go find our table." That also proved difficult, since the deal in China went through GEH is projected to earn two percent more in profit than the last four years combined. Doesn't sound like much but when you factor in the fact that we earned three-quarters of a billion dollars in the last four years this is big, now all the people who said I was a little boy playing in the big men's pool are all trying to have their names associated with mine.

I groan when I notice the woman sitting to my left and Ana to my right. "Why didn't I just write a check?" I moan.

"Because it's better to show your face at these things."

"Yeah, my bored and annoyed face." I retort.

"Just grin and bear it." I try to smile, but I'm sure it looks more like a grimace.

Ana shakes her head amused. "What's her name by the way?" She whispers.

"I don't think she told me." Not that I'd remember.

"You were talking to her for the better part of fifteen minutes. How can you not remember?" She chuckles.

"She was talking, big difference." I get an eye roll.

"Lower your voice." She whispers.

"Like I care," I answer louder than necessary.

I have to admit the food alone has made me marginally happy to be here. "Are you going to finish that?" I ask Ana, she doesn't answer but moves her plate further away from me earning a few chuckles from the table.

"Christian."

Mother." I answer with a smirk, she knows I'm not happy she left me with that woman.

"You never met Dr. Joseph, you already know his daughter Karen." Oh, so that's her name. I'll pat myself on the back if I remember it a few minutes from now.

" Dr. Joseph nice to meet you heard a lot about you growing up." I show him the respect he's due, the man made my mom the doctor she is today. His daughter, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. I turn to find Ana grinning broadly at my discomfort.

"So… Ana is it." Karen asks with a grimace that makes mine look like a genuine smile.

"Yes, it is," Ana answers still smiling broadly.

"What do you do?" I don't believe that's what she intended to ask or say, Ana's demeanor left her confounded and whatever insulting remark she was going for got pushed down to save herself sounding petty.

"First year of college." The more annoyed Karen looks, the brighter Ana smiles.

"Oh don't sell yourself, short young lady." Dr. Joseph starts. "From what Grace tells me you have an internship in a company you have quite a share in and despite being quite wealthy in your own right." Karen looks like she ate something bad. From her father's comments, I take it her money comes from the bank of mom and dad. Hell, his underline praise of Ana, is an insult to her and yet I decide to stick the knife in.

"So…" I go for her name, but it escapes me, no pat on the back for me. "What do you do?" I add with a barely disguised smirk.

"I'm exploring my options for the moment." She answers smiling as I'm finally talking to her.

"What did you do before?" She sees the glint in my eye and kudos to her she quickly realizes I'm not doing it to be polite. Before I can press for an answer, the auction starts much to the woman's relief.

I bid and win a relaxing weekend for two at The Fairmount and 5 hours gliding lesson.

"Dr. Joseph you must come round for dinner sometime. I will like to hear all about mom as a medical student." Mom bristles and I know I'm onto something here, so do Ana and dad.

"Yes, how about the first weekend of the new year." My dad adds.

"That would be wonderful, do I have some stories." Now we are talking.

"Ana it has been a pleasure to meet you, you are everything Grace talks about and more." He says much to Ana's embarrassment, if that doesn't light a fire under his daughter I don't know what will.

MARCH 17TH 2012

Ryan and Cooper dropped our bags outside the bedroom door where we leave it and enter our very familiar bedroom. "I mean you are the CEO of your own company, I've got hundreds of hours I need to take and…"

"Ana even if we spent a month you'd still feel this way about coming back home, God knows I will." I sigh and drop on the bed.

"When is everyone else due back?" Ana asks stripping off for a shower.

"Tomorrow night," I answer.

"I feel bad for Ryan and Cooper, they didn't get a holiday, hell they had to work the weekend before the wedding as well." She says with a pout.

"What are you talking about, Ana they had a villa to themselves in Fiji for two weeks, I'd call that a holiday."

"Yeah, but Taylor and Sawyer got to take their other halves." Ooh, she doesn't know.

"Ana, Ryan and Cooper are a couple."

"I thought that from a comment Cooper once made when he thought I was out of earshot when I asked Sawyer about it, he laughed. I thought he was laughing at the absurdity of my question." She's got that so I was right look. "Cooper I suspected but Ryan I guess I hardly ever see him." She giggles.

"What comment did Cooper make?" I ask.

"You know what… it escapes me all of a sudden." She says smiling sweetly at me. "Care to join me for a shower." She adds just as sweetly.

This conversation is not over.

"Back at work already," Ana asks putting on some music.

"No, why do you ask?"

"You get this look when you are working on spreadsheets, you have it now." She gets into bed and turns to face me.

"I have a look when I'm working on spreadsheets?" I asked amused.

"Yes, complete and utter concentration, you get a similar look during sex."

"My spreadsheet face and sex face is the same?" I damn near screech.

"Relax, I said it's a look of concentration, they both come easy to you, but you still focus on the job at hand." She has a point. "What were you thinking about?"

"2 years 9 months, that's how long you knew about my feeling for you." I know what she's thinking, distract Christian, hence the reason I brought it up.

She's being using sex as a distraction every time I bring up this subject, and I'm milking it for all it's worth before she figures out my game plan.

She drapes one leg over mine her pussy brushing against my dick, she tightens her leg around me, and I can feel her wetness already. It's quite the confidence booster when your woman gets wet at the thought of sex with you.

She pushes me on my back and straddles me, her pussy perfectly situated on my fast growing erection as she grinds coating my dick with her juices. I get up to kiss her, and I find myself pushed down hard on the bed as her pace increased and her breathing becomes heavy and loud. "You are so close, I can tell." I tease gripping her hips only she doesn't want that slapping my hands away. She's chasing her orgasm and doesn't need any help from me. She cums breathing hard as her nails dig into my chest.

"Oh fuck." She moans getting off my dick, what the fuck?

"Where are you going?" The frustration clear in my voice.

"To clean up." The fuck you are.

"Why! We just got started."

"Oh, I'm finished." She says walking further into the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" If she thinks she's going to get hers and leave me hanging she's got another thing coming.

"Did you think I had sex with you as a distraction for every time you bring up the subject of my knowing about your feeling for me." Shit, I thought I had more time.

"Well yes, you owe me that much." Not clever Grey, not clever.

"Owe, owe, if anything you owe me for not seeing that I felt the same, this is a two-way street, you are just at fault as I am."

"I didn't go around teasing you." I defend.

"Really, let's talk about you walking around here in nothing but pajama bottoms or wearing those sexy ass suits to work. Let's not forgot just how sexy you looked after your workouts with Claude, all sweaty and… I pick her up and drop her hard on my dick before she finishes her sentence. This walking around naked is proving to be very handy.

"Consider this me making up for it." I pull out, turn her around. "Watch," I growl slamming my dick back in.

She catches my eye in the mirror, and that had me shooting my load into her before we've really got going, not that it stops me.


"Ana baby, you have to get up for work." I gently shake her.

"I'm not going, I'm suffering from jetlag." She groans.

"Baby you don't suffer from jetlag," I say with a chuckle.

"There's a first time for everything, now go away." I sigh knowing she's not going to get up, and I was really looking forward to some shower sex.

She struts naked into the shower just as I'm stepping out, oh come on. "I've just realized I can get an extra half hour of sleep if we cut out morning sex." Please tell me I didn't hear what I thought I just heard.

"Cut out morning sex," I ask just to be sure.

"Yeah." That's all I get before she turns on the shower full blast drowning out anything I had to say.

"Great, just fucking great."

"Good Morning Mrs. Grey." Ana stops dead when Gail greets her looking around. Here comes the smart mouth. "For a second there I thought Grace was here, it's still Ana." She quips sitting down.

"What can I get you for breakfast?" Gail asks with a chuckle.

"Whatever Christian is having is fine with me." She answers taking the entertainment section of my paper; she's barely paid any attention to me since this morning. First, there was the lack of shower sex, and now she's not even talking, I realize I'm not either, but I have every right to be sulking.

Come lunchtime my mood hasn't improved, I have spent hours debating with myself over whether Ana and I should have a conversation over her comments this morning, I know how pathetic it sounds, but it doesn't stop me from brooding.

"Okay, what crawled up your butt this morning," Ana asks placing lunch on the table. She looks up at me waiting for an answer; I didn't even hear her walking in.

"Did you mean it?" I ask.

"Mean what?" She asks clearly frustrated with me.

"About the sex this morning." She looks amused.

"So that's what been eating you up?" She laughs.

"You still haven't answered my question." Now I'm getting frustrated.

"I was joking." She was joking, she can't… "Hell, my entire morning felt off kilter simple because I didn't get my dose of little Grey." She says straddling my thighs, her pencil skirt around her waist.

"That sounded mighty fine till the last two words," I tell her pouting.

"What's wrong with little Grey." Her smirk tells me she knows.

"LITTLE." I bellow, and she giggles. "I know you don't have anyone else to compare me to, but I am far from little," I add offended for my dick.

"I'll take your word for it." Whatever retort I had died in my throat when she grinds against my dick.


"I expect to see you and Ana here for Sunday lunch." I roll my eyes knowing full well she can't see me. "Christian Grey don't roll those eyes at me." My mother warns, how do they it, Ray does the same thing to Ana.

"We will be there for lunch on Sunday." I placate.

It's almost two weeks since we got back from our honeymoon and Ana and I have yet to see our family, my mom turned up at GEH unfortunately, Ana and I were in no position to see her.

Andrea who is now well aware of what Ana and I get up to during our lunch together had to lie to her to prevent her from walking in because she's going find Ana riding me on the couch.

"My dad is not happy," Ana tells me walking into the bedroom.

"My mom isn't either," I tell her chuckling. "We do have to make an effort this weekend," I add.

"Is it so wrong that we want to stay wrapped up in our honeymoon cocoon a while longer?" She asks with a pout.

"No baby it's not but you know what they are like, they want a little gossip."

"According to dad if we have time to go to work we have time for Sunday lunch. I think your mother put him up to it." Ana says, and I agree with her.

"My mother would never resort to such…hell, I can't finish the sentence." I say with a laugh. "How about a nice hot…" there is a knock on the door.

"Come in, Jason," I say knowing no one else knocks on our bedroom door.

"Sir." I don't like the look on his face at all.

"Lay it on us," Ana says clearly seeing what I'm seeing.

"Elena Lincoln..."


AN: Chapter 50 and we are not even halfway there. Please let me know what you think.