A.N. Hey, sorry for the really long break. I fell quite poorly and took a while to get back on my feet. Then I needed to play catch up and get back on track with my lessons and already overloaded my courses. Here we are now, and I feel really bad for the long break. However, here is Part One of the Honeymoon! I know you deserved it a lot sooner, but better late than never... right?


I'm in a white cotton and lace romper as Christian piggy-backs me down the entry to the most amazing hotel I have ever seen. The Bellevue in Sorrento freaking Italy! It's gorgeous even at three in the morning when most of the people are sound asleep. The swell of the ocean fills the whispers in the distance, the rare staff setting tables that line the restaurant that lays along the entrance. I can't believe we're here, that we drove past Mount Vesuvius, that's I'm getting a piggy-back ride from my husband.

"Mr and Mrs Grey, welcome," The concierge with thick Italian accent greets us. "Your room is set up with your requirements, and the rooms beside, across and above for your personal staff. Is there anything else you would like?"

"A wake up call for nine, we will come for breakfast," Christian says.

"Of course, Sir, and congratulations to both of you. Follow me."

Christian doesn't put me down till we're in the room, with him tossing me on the bed and crawling up my body at the same time. I whimper as he nibbles my neck, waiting and urging him for more. I want all of him, all of my husband.

I wake up to bright light right in my face, the sun. No thank you, it really needs to still be night. I'm pretty sure we were just going to bed by the time the sun was coming up. I'm too tired for life right now. Christian's hand wollops my ass, forcing a moan out past my lips and him to laugh.

"Come on, time for breakfast," He gets two more whacks in. "I set clothes by the shower and am willing to just dump you into a cold bath if that is what you prefer."

"You wouldn't dare," I tell his pillow.

"Do you really want to see?"

I growl and stretch, rolling onto my back to see my husband hovering over the edge of the bed. Husband. I wonder if I could get away with just referencing him like that, if he would listen or get frustrated by it. Probably frustrated by it. He loves me, for real, so he would have to just put up with it and love me anyway.

"What are you smiling at?" He pulls me up to sit.

"Husband," I poke at his stomach, play with the buttons on his blue cotton shirt. "You kept me up most of the night. How are you not tired?"

"Because we have plans and we're not going to be here long, there are other stops on this trip." He lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom where he starts the shower and waits or me to get under the water. "We have things booked and will be operating on a schedule."

"But this is our honeymoon, Superman."

I run the shampoo in my hair, the fresh mint wafting into the air

"It is, and I want to share these incredible experiences with you. I want to try new things and old things, help you, us, grow."

I leave the conditioner to set as I scrub my body over with the lilac body wash that is supplied by the hotel, or ordered for us by Christian.

"You want me to swim in the ocean."

"Sea."

"Semantics," I roll my eyes. "Christian, it's not as easy as you're wishing it to be."

"Can you promise to try?"

I rinse my hair out and wring it dry, before stepping fully out of the shower where Christian stands waiting to swaddle me up in a big fluffy towel.

"I can try, but I do not promise that it will work in your favour."

"As long as you try."

I twist my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and dress in a salmon sun dress with a bra but there aren't any panties anywhere for me to grab so I act as if I don't notice to see how he takes that. I go through and grab my purse, making sure that I have my phone, wallet, book, sketch pad, pencils and camera stuffed in the oversized bag and cling to Christian's hand as we leave for breakfast.

"So, how's your Italian?" He asks.

"I can survive, but nothing like my French or Spanish," I shrug.

We sit at one of the outdoor tables, looking over the Bay of Naples. I love Italy, everything about it, so having this time with Christian and the security will be awesome. We can pretend as though we are just two people and not Christian Grey and Ana. Sure we have all the security to fill Christian's heart desire but it's still just us. They have to dress normal for this vacation anyway, no MIB routines while we honeymoon.

"So, when are you going to force me into the sea," I take a bite of my omelette. "I want to be prepared for this horrible experience."

"Now what did that omelette ever do to you," He laughs at me stabbing it. "We won't till you think you can handle it, but we're only here for four days before me move on to our second destination."

"And I am right to assume that you are not going to tell me where our second destination would be?"

"We will still be on the Mediterranean sea."

"Helpful, because that narrows it down oh so much."

I watch a couple with two young kids come into the restaurant and set up not far from us, their kids both under five but decently well mannered. They pull out toys for them to play with at the table while the Dad goes to collect breakfasts for everyone. Christian will be a good Dad, he'll be an amazing Dad. I don't think he can see it yet, maybe he can, but he'll be amazing at it and I will do my best.

"I want to vlog," I tell him, finishing everything on my plate.

"Vlog?"

"Yes, like a video blog every day that I can post of YouTube or somewhere that our family can check out and I can go back to and remember all of these times."

"I'm not sure that's safe, Anastasia. It wouldn't just be our family who would be watching it or have access. You're not a fan of the media attention and it could draw them to where we are."

"So it would be a security issue?"

"I would assume so, but we can consult with Taylor and see what he has to say."

I nod and wait for Christian to finish before we head out to explore somewhere. Before we actually head out to Sorento or anywhere, Taylor and Christian discuss the vlogging and YouTube situation before we head out into the streets of Sorento. I can Vlog, but I am not allowed to upload anything until we are in our next destination. They also have decided that if I want to continue this adventure when we get back home that I need to be aware that more outlets may start to follow me more and that I should try to keep security out of the videos unless it is Taylor or Sawyer, and that I can't vlog at GEH when I'm doing actual work but can do like an office tour or film myself working on my own projects that are not relatable. Sawyer is going to get proper video software on my laptop by the end of the day but can start vlogging whenever I want. It's like I'm winning all the lotteries this week.

When we're loaded into the car I take out my camera and switch it on, flipping the screen up so I can see myself in the screen while holding my camera to see me and Christian. I nestle into his side as Taylor sits next to the driver and the rest of our security gets in the cars ahead and behind us.

"Hello, everyone," I smile at the camera. "Today is officially day one of married life, and day one of our honeymoon in Sorrento. I am officially Mrs. Grey and have no idea where we're going right now." I angle the camera more at Christian who is trying so hard to look passive but is clearly going to start smiling. "Tell them, and by extension me, where we're headed Superman."

"We are headed to Pompeii for a private tour of the ruins today," He shakes his head. "I can't believe you're actually doing this."

"We're going to Pompeii?" I smile.

"We are, and now you can share your shameless vast amount of knowledge on random things. I'm guessing there's a vault in your head about the ancient city."

"Like how there are multiple dicks etched into cobblestones and walls all over the ruins that point you towards different brothels, baths, and other places where prostitutes were or where you could have sex."

Taylor snorts in the front seat and Christian takes the camera away from me, apologizing to the invisible people, specifically his mother. I watch the cars pass us by as we travel up the coast to the coolest archaeological site on the planet. He's going to have fun with the vlogging thing too, it's not just going to be me.

As we pull up to the site I check to make sure that my camera has enough storage and battery for the amount of the time we will be here today to learn so much more. Christian takes the camera from me as we get out of the vehicles.

"If you carry this yourself it will not actually catch anything. You'll be to distracted. I will make sure it all gets caught on camera for you though," He kisses my temple.

"Welcome to the great ruins of Pompeii. I'm Troian and I will be your guide today along with my husband Jonathan," A smiling brunette welcomes us and nods towards a dark haired man. "We have everything covered and lunch is being set up for you in a private area. Now, if your whole party is here, lets get going."

I tug Christian along being us, as he laughs at me and follows along. I see the camera passed between Sawyer, Taylor and one of our foreign security workers so that everything is caught. We walk the streets, with our guides try explaining things before I blurt random facts out.

"Coming up ahead of us is…" Jonathan starts before I interupt.

"Lupanar, the most famous brothel in the ruins of Pompeii— and largest," I say. "There is graffiti that tells archaeologists about what each room was for, what customers and women carved in the walls, and they at times carry a dialogue. There are also murals that are very erotic possibly showing what the women in each of the rooms."

"You know a lot about Pompeii," Troian smiles.

"I'm a sponge, and like to learn about random things. First year in University I took an archaeology course and this is what my paper was on."

We have lunch set up for us in the House of the Fawn, catered by the hotel back in Sorrento and arranged by Christian. This whole place is amazing. This whole time is going to be amazing. As we get back into the cars when the sun is setting I slide to sit next to Christian, snuggling into him.

"I love you," I smile into his chest.

"I love you too."

It's our last day here in Sorrento and I'm stuck on a boat with Christian as we go to some sort of arches or underwater things that he wants to swim through and wants me to try and swim with him. I put my feet in the water yesterday. We only have Taylor and Sawyer with us on this boat with the captain, the other guys are on a boat somewhere around us. At least we haven't had any scares or anything. We've stocked up now on multiple batteries that fit our camera so we always have at least three charged and a multitude of SD cards.

"Sawyer, could I ask you a favour?" I look him.

"Possibly."

"If I have a dissociative episode, anxiety attack, panic attack, anything of the matter, can you film it for the vlogs for me if I am unable to do it for myself?"

"I'm not sure Mr. Grey will be alright with that."

"It's not his vlog and it's not for him. I'm not embarrassed by it anymore, and I don't think that others should be ashamed if it happens to them to," I sigh. "If I have to be in a position of wealth and power for the rest of my life I think that I should do something good with it."

"Fine, but try to talk to Mr. Grey about it first so he doesn't try to kill me and help you at the same time."

I nod and head over to Christian, switching the camera on as he climbs back on to the back deck of the boat. He's been swimming around in the caves here for a while since we're waiting for lunch to be ready.

"Do something cool," I tell him, hold the camera to catch it on film.

"We could put the camera in the waterproof casing that Taylor got for it and you can come swim with me in the caves, you'd get good shots," He suggests. I worry my lip and look at my toes, he moves close and cups my face. "I told you I wouldn't force you, but you did promise to try for me too. It may be better to try before we eat."

"I'm scared."

"I know, but you can koala to me if you need to," Christian takes the camera from my hands and hands it to Taylor. "Sawyer will be at the ready to pull you out if you really start to freak out. Deal?"

"Fine, but if I freak out as bad as I believe I will I blame you and will withhold sex until you can make it up proper to me."

"You're editing that out of the vlog."

"The vlogs are edited how I wish."

"You're a pain."

"You love me."

He kisses my nose before running and diving elegantly into the clear blue waters. It's not the pacific ocean, it's warmer and clearer then what I've lived through before. I know how to swim, and I could swim proper with the dolphins before and didn't massively freak out then. I don't know what to do about any of this.

I move round to the back little step thing and sit on the semi-submerged platform, my feet hanging off the edge and into the water. Christian swims up from under the boat next to me, thankfully not grabbing my feet on his way.

"I've got you, Blue," He kisses my knee.

"I know you do Superman, I'm just nervous."

"And that's okay. I just think you need to try it."

"Does that mean you'll finally try calamari?" I smirk.

"Fine."

I laugh and hold tight to the ladder pole as I slide into the water, gripping the cool metal as tight as possible so my knuckles are white. Christian treads water with just his feet so he can hold his hands out for me to take. You can swim, Ana. This shouldn't be such a big deal. I reach out and take one of his hands, and then take the other and let him pull me further into the water and into the platform. My breathing quickens, heart rate is picking up speed, and I start to shake my head no. He pulls me flush with his body so I can koala to him.

"You're okay," He whispers in my ear and nibbles on the lobe. "I'm so proud of you Blue, so unbelievably proud."

"Please take me back to the boat."

"Okay."

"You're still eating calamari."

"Okay," He laughs.

"Can you tell me where're we're flying tonight?"

"Not yet."

"When?"

"When we're on the plane, in the air, and prepping for landing."


A.N. Again, sorry for the long wait. I am hoping to upload a decent amount in the next little while and get onto a schedule for the new year. I have not forgotten about you Lovelies. I hope you are all having a lovely holiday season.

Food For Thought

1. How do you feel about Ana Vlogging their time together? The honeymoon and maybe continuing on when they're home?

2. Where do you think that should they live once home from the honeymoon?

3. What is the best way Christian and the MIB (Taylor and Sawyer) should handle Ana? Boxing her in, or letting her be her?

Love you all, and thank you for the support. Hope to hear from you all soon, and will upload as much as I can.