Leave me your coments
BirdsandStars
I'm not aware of much. For a second I'm frozen assimilating everything in front of me. I walk out to the altar that has been set up at the end of the pool while Grace holds me by the arm in which I carry the beautiful bouquet of white roses and a black one in the center. I smile because I know who is behind this flower arrangement.
Christian.
I look up and see him at the end of the pool. He's standing there in a fancy suit. He's smiling. Right behind him is Elliot, and at the other end is Kate.
We walk down the steps in front of the pool while the chords now sound like violins. I look at one end of the terrace where there is a platform where the band is playing the beautiful song that sounds in the background.
I look down. In front of me and to the end of the pool, there is a glass corridor wide enough so that we don't fall over the edge. I look up. Above my head is an arch of turned wood that crosses from one side of the pool to the other. It is decorated with vines of small white lights. The arches extend the length of the pool, all equally decorated and almost two meters apart from each other. I look to the sides as I walk down the aisle, there are lamps shaped like flowers floating on the water, some of which begin to light up as the sun goes down.
I look up to the front. From one arch to the other, vines hang from slightly larger lights. And I smiled, because they remind me for some reason of the New York suite, specifically the TV room where we made love.
The trees on the terrace have also been decorated with white light vines. On both sides of the pool are the guest tables. Everyone is staring at me. Over the tables also hang vines of lights. I arrive at the end of the corridor without even noticing. Grace smiles at me and gives Christian my hand.
And for a moment I stare at him. How can he look sexy in so many different ways? His face has a slight beard. Oh, my God! The thought of what it will do to my waxed, hypersensitive skin makes my whole body squirm with pleasure. And from the way he's looking at me right now, I can tell what he's thinking.
—If everyone here agrees, let's start the ceremony.
The truth is, I don't pay attention to anything the judge says in front of us. I'm only aware of the warmth of his hand next to mine and the rapid beating of my heart. Until the time comes to exchange the rings and take the vows.
That's when I realize I haven't thought about anything. Shit! I need to think of something quickly. I turn to face him. I take his hand and the ring. I put the ring in front of his finger and look into his eyes.
—Christian Grey, I promise to continue to love you unconditionally every second of my life. And in sickness and in health, I will always be by your side, even when you tell me you don't need me... —I pause and in that instant everyone laughs. —I will protect you and be faithful to you until my life is over. —I tell him with a smile as I finish putting the ring on.
Christian smiles wickedly at me as he takes my hand and the ring. I have no idea when it disappeared from my finger, or how it is there.
—Anastasia Steele, I promise to love and worship you every second of my life. To protect you from anyone who might try to harm you, to care for you in your time of need. I promise no more secrets, no more lies. I will always be faithful to you, even in my dreams... —he pauses and everyone laughs. —but above all, I promise to always, always make you happy until the rest of my days.
—If no one here objects to this wedding... —the judge pause and look at the guests. —I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.
Christian lifts the veil over my head and lets it fall back. His hands cradle my face and I step forward like him to join our lips in a sweet kiss.
I wrap my hands around his neck to attract him to me. I've missed his lips so much. I don't care about the guests, I don't care about anyone but him. And the warmth of his lips moving slowly and sensually against mine.
All the guests burst into applause, and Christian reluctantly parted from me. I know he didn't want to do it, and I didn't want him to either. And we are quickly surrounded by guests congratulating us on our wedding.
—Ana, it was a beautiful wedding. —Kate says to me as she hugs me with tears in her eyes.
—Remind me to kidnap you for 24 hours at yours. —I tell her with a smile as she pretends to be innocent.
Christian comes to rescue me a few seconds later.
—Mrs Grey, they're claiming our presence to cut the cake. —he says to me with a smile.
It's the first time I've heard my new name on his lips.
—Well, let's not keep the guests waiting, Mr Grey. —I tell him by holding out my hand.
Christian leads me to the cake. We cut a wedge of the cake between us and put it on the plate to feed each other. I brings my fork with a small piece of cake to his lips. And he devours it without taking his eyes off me. He takes a piece of meringue and brings it to my lips. And when he brings the fork to my mouth, I can see in his look and in his smile, his intentions.
Indeed, some of the meringue remains at the corner of my lips.
—I need to fix this. —he says as he puts the fork down.
He sticks to me and brings his finger to my lips. And sensually, he takes away the meringue that's been left out. I know he does it on purpose.
— There you go —he says to me with a smile before giving me a slight kiss.
After that we sit at the main table while all the guests start tasting the buffet that has been prepared. But as I look at the plate in front of me, I realize that my stomach is too knotty to eat anything. And then they announce the first dance of the bride and groom.
—Come on!
Christian is standing there holding out his hand to me, which I quickly take without hesitation. Christian leads me to the dance floor they've created at one end of the terrace. The floor is surrounded by curtains of white lights and above this, as well as above the pool, are hanging vines with bigger lights.
Christian places his hands on my waist and I wrap mine around his neck while the chords of Say you wont let go by James Arthur play in the background.
As we turn around the dance floor, I feel Christian's fingers lightly rubbing against the bare skin of my lower back.
—I never thought a wedding dress could be so sexy. —he says to me as I shudder at the touch of it. —It's got a lot of lace on it.
—You knew that already.
—Yes, but I never imagined it would show so much skin too. —he says as he brings his lips closer to mine. —All I can think about is taking it off. —he whispers against my lips before walking away smiling at me.
—That was the idea. —I tell him with a smile as he turns me over in his arms. —I love the decor, it reminds me of New York. —I confess with a smile.
—I'm glad you like it. —he says to me as I stare at him. —I gave some pictures I took in New York to the decorator and asked her to set everything up with inspiration from that room.
I can't believe it. But it made sense. That's where he realized he loved me. I get lost in his gaze as we move slowly down over the dance floor. Christian moves his lips closer to mine and kisses me a few seconds before the song ends.
The applause doesn't wait again. Elliot asks me for a dance and Christian offers me his arms.
—Don't let anyone but me take that dress off you. —he says in a whisper as he goes to find Grace to dance with her.
I dance with Elliot without losing sight of Christian dancing with his mother. And as they do, I can see her tears coming out as she lays her head on his chest.
I dance with everyone who asks me, including Mr. Brown, the manager of the Drake who, after dancing with me, spends the rest of the night dancing with Grace, while she smiles at him very happily.
I need a drink. I say to myself after apologizing to the last person I danced with. I walk over to one of the waiters and get a glass of champagne. Which I bring to my lips.
—Mrs Grey, I don't think you should be drinking on an empty stomach. —he whispers in my ear as he hugs me from behind, wrapping his hands around my waist.
—I need a drink. —I tell him as he takes the glass from my hand before I can taste the champagne.
—In that case, we'd better switch to this. — he tells me by exchanging my glass for the one he has in his hand.
I take a sip and frown. I turn around in his arms without leaving his body.
—Are you drinking water?
—Yes.
—Any reason we shouldn't drink champagne at our wedding? —I ask him as he mysteriously smiles at me.
—I want to start our honeymoon sober. —he says as he kisses me passionately.
But like all night, our kiss is interrupted.
—I'm sorry to interrupt you, but it's time for you to leave for the airport. —I separate from Christian while I look at the wedding planner. —You must change first. —she says pointing at the dress.
— No, I can do it. I made him a promise that he would do it. —I answered as Christian held his hand tighter around my waist.
—In that case, you'd better say goodbye to everyone.
Everyone starts to surround us as we walk to the car that will take us to the airport. Some throw rice and some confetti as we arrive in front of the car. I stop as I look out at the crowd that has gathered outside the house. I let go of Christian's arm and walk over to Grace and hug her.
—I love you, mom. —I tell her as the tears come down.
—And I love you daughter. —she says to me with a few tears in his eyes.
I part from her and say goodbye to Kate.
—Take care of my niece while I'm gone. —I say to her with a laugh.
—You should start working on mine. —she says to me as we both laugh.
That's something I haven't thought of yet. And what Christian and I haven't talked about yet, but I know we have to at some point. But for now, I'll just enjoy my honeymoon. I walk back to Christian and then I remember I'm still holding the bouquet in my hand. I turn my back and after counting to three I throw it and turn around. To my surprise the bouquet is caught by Grace.
Christian opens the car door for me and helps me get in before he gets in.
—Ready to start a new life?
—Yes, I am. —I smile at him as the car starts.
Half an hour later he's parking next to the private jet on a side runway at the airport. Christian helps me out of the car while someone starts loading our luggage onto the plane.
—This time you're going to tell me where we're going?—I ask him as he intertwines his fingers with mine.
—I think you know where we're going. —he says to me with his enigmatic smile.
We get on the plane. But the decoration inside has changed since the last time. The space is a little smaller now. There's just the seats. The kitchen is now smaller and there is a door behind it that wasn't there before. I look at Christian and he just shrugs. I sit in my seat and he sits next to me. The co-pilot closes the door and heads back into the cockpit.
The plane moves slowly along the auxiliary runway until it reaches the main runway and picks up speed for take-off. Half an hour after being in the air Christian undoes his seat belt and does the same with mine. He stands up, takes off his jacket putting it on the back of the seat and takes my hand.
—Come on. —he says to me as he pulls my hand towards the end of the plane.
He stops in front of the door, looks at me, smiles at me, and then opens the door to let me in. I enter the room and stop by the bed. In one corner there is our luggage and in the other there is an armchair. I feel Christian closing the door behind me.
—A bed? —I'm curious.
—Do you remember what my fantasy was, Mrs Grey? —he says, coming dangerously close to me.
—Joining a club I don't remember the name of. —I answer him as he smiles at me.
—The Mile High Club. You never researched what it was? —he asks, stopping in front of me.
—No. —I forgot to do that.
—To that club... —he says as he slips a finger down my neck and comes down to my shoulders caressing the lace strap of the dress. —…belongs there everyone who has sex over 12,000 feet.
—And you intend to do that now? —I ask him with heavy breathing.
—First I want to take off that dress. —he says to me as he turns around. —It's all I've been thinking about all night. —He says to me as I laugh out loud.
