My dear little broccolis💚💚💚,

💚 So, this is me doing a favour to the same someone who PMed me and asked to upload two of my stories with the FSOG names. I already did it for Forbidden Fruit, and now, here comes the second. The original fic is published under the Mortal Instruments franchise. If you're one of my old readers, well, you already know this story, so only read it if you want to read it with other characters in mind; if you're a new reader, well hang on and let's see how this Ana and Christian work in here.

Chapter 36 ~ Fireflies (2,5K)

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Ana's PoV

"At the risk of repeating myself, I love that dress on you," Christian says, though his eyes are on the road, and I can't stop myself from blushing a little. I can see from the corner of my eye that he has a small smirk on his lips, which means that he knows I'm blushing. But still, he takes my hand in his and rests it on my leg, his knuckles brushing my bare skin.

Though we have been driving for hours, Christian still doesn't want to tell me where he is taking me, saying that it is a surprise and that, it's on the road to go to his parents. And to be honest, I am not very much curious about where we are going, but more how we are going there. I swear, it's like Christian suddenly thinks that he is Vince Diesel, or Paul Walker, or something. It's worse than if we were in a Fast & Furious movie! And to think that he is a lawyer and that he is supposed to be very conscious about laws and speed regulation.

Still, we use the drive to our advantage, as we always do when we are in the car. Christian tells me about the little things going through his mind lately that he didn't think of telling me over the phone. Like the fact that he plans on giving his jeep to Jose as soon Jose passes his license and he would buy himself a more classy and professional car. I have to admit that my mind blacked out a little when he started comparing brands and horse-powers. I guess Christian would never be out of a conversation with Lily since she, herself, is very passionate about everything car-related. He also briefly talks to me about his parents twenty-fifth anniversary, but he doesn't really linger on it. But I have to say that I already knew about his parent's plans since Grace told me about it when we went shopping together last weekend. She wants to have dinner with her kids on the said day, and then have a full week away with her husband. I think it is beautiful for her to still have sparkles while planning a week away with her husband, twenty-five years later.

I notice, that strangely he doesn't mention Mia. It is something that Christian does a lot. Even more after Mia and I started talking to each other a little bit more. I mean, it's not unusual for Mia and me to lock ourselves in her room and to have her talk about her life at college away from home and her friends and family. And the more I started befriending Mia, the less Christian talked about her to me or even brought up a topic that could lead to us talking about her. I don't know if he is doing it on purpose. But I still noticed it. Maybe it has to do with that weird relationship Jason and she have. I mean, I'm no expert, but there is definitely something going on between them, whether they acknowledge it or not, it's here. But it's none of my business.

For my part, I let him know that I finally took my courage by the horns and sent a letter to Ray (hey, I have small doses of courage, I'm not brave enough to go as far as to call him). I wrote Ray a long letter, sparing him the details of certain things after he left and apologising for taking so long to respond to him. I also thanked him deeply for the trust fond he made for me and told him what I was planning to do with the money. But most of all, I let myself get lost into writing, recalling the fun memories we had together, and wishing that one day we would be able to have those memories back again, for real. Of course, since Ray now lives in South Africa, I know that all my babbling on paper will most likely stay that, fantasy on paper, but still.

Christian doesn't say anything about my writing to Ray, but then again, Christian never actually gave me his opinion concerning Ray. I don't think that he doesn't care, I just think that he is like Franklin here, he is scared of giving his opinion and restraining me in whatever thoughts I would want to act upon. It's actually something I appreciate from both of them, the fact that they let me enough time and space to make my own decisions concerning that big thing in my life.

Anyway, Christian finally cuts down the motor of his car, not even four hours after we left his apartment (it's a miracle that we didn't get a ticket or an accident) and while he mumbles a 'perfect', I look around, I realise that it's the same place where he took me during the trial. Except that now, the sun is just starting to set, so there are no stars to see. I knew he had some serial killer instincts crawling inside of him. I mean, as I said before, this set is perfect to murder someone without anyone ever knowing about it.

I am still in the car, when Christian opens my door, a smile on his lips and a blanket in his free hand. I raise my eyebrows at him, and ask: "Where is the shovel, mister Serial Killer?"

He chuckles but still takes my hand to lead me to the oak tree a bit further. Then, once we are at the roots of the tree, he sets the blanket down while I nervously glance at his car that is still open and free for anyone who would want to steal it. Christian doesn't seem to actually care about any of this, and sets us on the blanket, facing the tree with him behind me, before he whispers in my ear: "Look up, babe."

I do as told and at first, I don't really see anything. I mean, there are the few bloody red rays of sunset bathing us and giving the impression that the leaves from the tree are made of gold; but that doesn't justify a four drive like the Fast & Furious. Christian gently wraps his arms around me, caging me to him; and that's when I see the first one of them. Fireflies. One by one, they start popping around, illuminating the oak's leaves as the sun slowly disappears in the horizon. And before I know it, they're everywhere, giving a whole new life to the tree and making it seems like it is now from an enchanted forest.

"It's beautiful," I whisper, too afraid to break the spell that was summoned upon us to use the full potential of my vocal cords. I keep on being mesmerised by what I'm seeing when I feel something tickling my skin and making me look down. I look down, only to see that there are flies all over me, making my skin glow as I slowly bring my arm up so watch the fireflies from unclose.

"Indeed, you are," Christian whispers, his breath caressing my ear in something delicious. And it's probably because I'm in some other magic place right now, but his words send shivers all over my skin, all the way down to my stomach.

I suddenly turn and attack Christian's lips, putting in my kiss all these times I have missed him over this couple of weeks as I straddle his laps so I can kiss him better. Christian brings his hand to my hair and undoes my hair-tie, a small growl coming from his chest; and all I do is bring myself even closer to him.

Before I can register anything, Christian makes me lie on my back, his kiss even more intense as I'm clenching his hair tightly in my fists. Slowly, his lips leave mines, only to play with the junction between my neck and shoulder while his hand is passionately winding up my leg until it reaches the hem of my dress. Without having any control of my body, I arch myself to Christian, moaning when our bodies touch and Christian's hand slowly creeps its way under my dress. As I'm internally deliberating to know if I feel weird about Christian's hand getting so close to my most intimate spot, Christian's other hand gently unzips the top of my dress and takes one of my breasts in hostage.

I'd like to think rationally about what is happening right now, but I can't think. I can only breath erratically and arch to Christian as his hand is teasing me by only slowly brushing my upper thighs. And when he finally touches me where I subconsciously wanted him to touch me the most, I make some sort of weird noise that is quickly silenced by Christian kissing me again. His kiss is rough and passionate, … and making me die.

I don't know where my mind should be. On the kiss. On the hand slightly pinching my nipple. On the hand fondling me through my panty. There's this pressure in my lower stomach that keeps increasing every time Christian presses a little harder on my clitoris, and at some point, I can't help it. I've been trying to stay silent to not break the magic here between us, but there's still this "God, Christian!" that escapes my mouth, begging to be set free.

Christian doesn't seem bothered by this sound and just deeps his head so he can kiss my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my breast. And there, he takes one of them in his mouth as his fingers deeps under my panty. For a second, he stops, moaning against my breast, but then he starts sucking on my nipple, while his fingers resume on fondling me. I arch myself again, my body begging for something more, and it seems that Christian reads in my mind as he releases my body from this agony and enters a finger in me.

I thought the intrusion would be unpleasant like it always was. But not at all. It's heavenly. I even exhale and move to the rhythm of his hand, thrusting my hips as much as Christian is making me feel good. It's just good. So good. Too good. I'm about to die. Literally. Right here, right now, by Christian's hand. Slowly, he kisses his way from my breast to my ear and tells me: "Don't fight it, babe. Just let it come to you."

And so, I listen to him. I stop thinking about the pressure getting bigger and bigger, and I just feel it. I feel it taking over every single one of my senses, taking me to death. And it's like an explosion inside of me. An explosion of good feelings. I can't even breathe normally. I'm just panting, lost by the way Christian just made me feel.

After several minutes of us just being silent and loudly breathing, Christian rolls on the side and sits up, making me frown. He has his elbows on his knees, and his hair in his hands and I know what this position means to him. It's a telltale that there is something bothering his mind. So, I also sit up and rest my hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately reacts by tensing.

"I'm alright, babe. Just give me a minute," He says, and I retrieve my hand, bringing my knees to my chest so I can rest my chin on it.

Christian clenches hard his hair in his hands, dipping his head even lower, and I can't help but feel guilty. He gave me … nirvana and I took without giving anything back. But then, Christian's voice echoes and he says:

"I'm sorry, babe. I never thought things would turn out like that. I didn't bring you here for that."

"It's okay. I'm not complaining," I reassure him because he shouldn't be the one apologising.

Still, at my words, Christian turns his head to me, a big smile plastered on his face, and he swiftly kisses me on the lips. It's like I just told him that Christmas was today. Go figure.

Then, he stands up, and proposes me his hand to do the same as he tells me: "We'd better head back so I can sleep for a couple of hours before going back to work."

I don't argue with that because we have a long drive back home, and that Christian needs to sleep. It's written all over his face.

As he drives us back to our home city, still in his Fast & Furious mode, Christian never lets go of my hand, sometimes squeezing it just for the pleasure of it. And me, all I can do is feel … good. I don't know. I just feel good. Really good.

"Ana?" He says, suddenly stopping the car and turning so he can face me. I frown a little, anxious about what suddenly got over him, and so I give him a small:

"Yes?"

"Would you marry me?" He says as if this is the most natural thing in the world. He could have asked if I wanted a sandwich, I'm sure it would have been the same. And though I shouldn't think of Christian's brother right now, I can't help but recall our little conversation of earlier.

"It's not because we … you just … that you have to ask me in marriage," I answer, because I don't want him to think that I'm one of those girls who want a ring after their first kiss. I might not know much about myself and those kinds of relations with men, but at least, I know that.

Christian frowns before looking through his pockets and taking out of one of them a little box. Oh my God! He really wants to marry me! As in, me! Ana! He wants to marry me, so it means he wants to make a life with me. And it's actually what he explains:

"No. It's because when I think of the future, many things change. Many, but you. You're always in my plans when I'm projecting myself ahead. I don't see myself with anyone else but you. I love you, Ana. I want to wake up, knowing that you slept by my side. I want to bear your tears and joys, hopes and fears. I want to rely on you when I'm doubting myself. I want to marry you, as simple as that,"

And on those words, he opens the box, revealing two rings. One is for a man, a black ring that looks like the kind of rings they had in the Middle Ages to seal letters. And the other one for a woman. Also with a touch of black. Black diamonds lining white diamonds of the same size, while a big white diamond is in the centre. And the whole of it is on a white silver ring.

"Just … whatever you decide, promise me you'll think of it," Christian says, and so I look back up to him. I can't believe he just proposed. What am I even supposed to do, or say? I don't know. I have to think about it. I don't know. So I just say the first thing that comes to my mind:

"I'll think about it."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

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~ So yup, a little chapter with a little kinky passage. Nothing too extreme, because, well, Christian is a lawyer, and he doesn't want to get in trouble, even if she is of age.

~ Anyway, question times:

1. How do you think Ana will answer to Christian's proposal? And what did you think of it?

2. What did you think of that little moment between Christian and Ana?

3. What do you think will happen next?

4. What was your favourite part?.

💚Anyway, E.L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine.

Love, Mina 💚💚💚