This is my first Fifty Shades of Grey story. Please leave me with some comments! I would love to hear your thoughts! Constructive criticism is fine, but please be polite... as I said this is my first story for FSoG.
Thanks!
Ana POV
My eyes flicker open and it's still dark in our bedroom. I glance over at the clock resting on the cabinet on the far side of the room. Its only 5:30. I'm rarely up before the alarm goes off. It must be nerves. I lie in bed thinking about the upcoming items on my agenda for the week and I can't help but drift to the thoughts of our wedding. I can't believe all that's happened in the last three weeks. The honeymoon was nothing short of magical and today I'll be going in for the first day of work as Mrs. Grey. I roll to my side to watch Christian sleep. I think about how mercurial he is, how far he's come for me, and my heart swells. I tentatively reach out and run my fingers through the stubble on his cheek. He's real Ana… this is all real! My subconscious shouts at me. I'm rewarded by two grey eyes flickering open. "Good Morning Mrs. Grey," he smiles sleepily.
"Good Morning Mr. Grey," I reply before kissing him gently. He glances towards the clock and returns his eyes to me. They are fire and I immediately ignite.
"Let me love you," he whispers.
"Yes, please," I moan before he climbs on top of me and rocks my world.
Ana POV
I can't shake this feeling. Something just seems to be off… I'm apprehensive and I don't know why. I'm not sure if it's because I'm not with Christina anymore or if it is something completely different, but I find myself looking up and down the street before I get out of the car with Sawyer. Normally I'd be a few steps ahead of Sawyer, but today it just doesn't seem safe.
"Sawyer, will you stay close today?" I ask politely.
He looks in the rear-view mirror at me slightly puzzled, "Absolutely Mrs. Grey. Is everything okay?" He pushes.
"I guess I'm just a little nervous. I don't like being without Christian," I reply. He smiles then nods before climbing out to open my door. I hand him my brief case and climb out. We walk together side by side into the building.
"Ana!" Claire shouts as soon as she sees me in reception. "You look lovely! Tell me everything!" she shouts excitedly pulling me in for a quick hug. I see Sawyer shift uncomfortably, but I shake my head at him. Hugging is off limits for me according to Christian, but Claire has been a close friend for the entirety of the time I've lived in Seattle.
"Claire… So great to see you! It was lovely! We will have to catch up soon, but I'm sure I have so much work to get caught up on. We'll catch up later!" I respond politely. I push through reception with Sawyer right behind me and head to my office.
"Mrs. Grey, welcome back! I left all urgent matters on your desk and everything else is categorized by time due in the folders in your mailbox. Let me know when you want to catch up," Hannah says handing me a latte.
"Thank you, Hannah. Let's plan on catching up after lunch," I smile entering my office. Sawyer places my briefcase on the corner of my desk as I take a sip of my latte. My stomach immediately rolls, and I run for my trashcan. Sawyer is beside me in a moment holding my hair while I upheave into the trashcan.
"Mrs. Grey are you okay?" he asks worriedly.
"I'm fine Sawyer. Must've been the coffee. I haven't had a latte since before the wedding," I say climbing back to my feet and attempting to fix my hair.
"Mrs. Grey, would you like to go home? May I call Mr. Grey?" he continues
"No Sawyer. I'm going to brush my teeth and then I'd like to start into work. And no… do NOT call Mr. Grey. He will overreact as usual and we both have plenty of work to do," I tell him pointedly.
"Please Sawyer… sit with me today if it gives you peace of mind but leave him out of it." Sawyer says nothing at first then he finally gives in and nods before walking over to take a seat in the corner.
Ana POV
The day passes quickly and I'm feeling much better now that I'm home. Today has been so long and I feel like I'm climbing an uphill battle trying to get myself caught up from being gone as long as we were. I begged Christian to let me do some work while we were gone, but he insisted that we spend all of our time together. He even put Ros completely in charge while he was out and would only take calls from her on emergency basis. Everyone else was immediately sent to voicemail or had to call Taylor who filtered out what was important and what was not. I feel much better now that I'm back home, but still can't shake this feeling that something is about to be horribly wrong. I find myself sitting at the breakfast bar making light conversation with Mrs. Jones while she works on fixing dinner. I hear the ping of the elevator signaling Christian's arrival and I'm in the foyer before he even gets out of the elevator.
"Well Mrs. Grey. I've missed you too! How was work today?" he smiles kissing me gently.
"It was great. Nice to be back. I missed you though," I lie. I look up and see that Sawyer is staring at me. I lightly shake my head with silent warning. I can tell he's not happy, but he remains quiet. I'm secretly glad that Sawyer is loyal to me.
"I've got some business to attend to in New York on Wednesday. It'll mean an overnight stay… Come with me Anastasia?" he asks me with his eyes silently pleading me. He looks so desperate for me to say yes, but I've got so much work to do. I won't rehash this argument with him again. I can't imagine taking two more days off of work with the huge pile I already have to catch up on.
"We've just returned to work Christian! You know I can't leave again already. We've talked about this before," I argue. I've already made up my mind and I am not backing down this time. Time and time again we've talked about how we still need to have separate work lives and that no matter what we would not cause issues at the office for each other.
He shakes his head and smiles, "you can't blame me for trying. I'll miss you." I grasp his hand and return to my dinner. Mrs. Jones is a fantastic cook, so we spend the rest of dinner in silence enjoying her signature homemade Bolognese sauce.
"You seem off today. What's wrong Anastasia?" he asks worriedly pushing his plate away.
"I'm okay Christian, really, it's just been an odd day. Sorry if I'm worrying you Sir," I explain to him.
"Come. Let's take a bath," he says. He holds his hand out to me. I take it gratefully and follow him into our bedroom. He points for me to sit on the bed and enters the bathroom. A moment later I smell jasmine and hear the bath water running. He returns to the bedroom where he again holds his hand out to me. I grab it and squeeze before following him into the bathroom. I notice that not only has he run the bath with my favorite bubble bath put in, but he's also taken the time to dim the lights and light some candles. I look into his grey eyes and pull him into an embrace wanting nothing more than to be skin to skin with him. He must understand my motives because he runs his hand up my thigh and begins to remove my dress. Once he's pulled my dress over my head, I'm left standing in my black bra and panties set and my thigh highs. I turn around so he can unsnap my bra and wait while he then gently pulls my panties down my legs followed by my thigh highs. His fingertips dance lightly across my skin causing every piece of my body to snap to attention. I step into the oversized tub and sink into the exquisitely warm water. I turn to watch him undress and I'm not disappointed. God I'm so lucky! My subconscious yells. He removes his cufflinks and places them in the basket on the counter. He then slowly, button by button, removes his shirt. His grey eyes pin mine blue to grey. It's like burning and being frozen at the same time. I'll never get over the way he captures me with just one look. I feel like his eyes, his body, his heart, are all calling out for me as if they can't survive without me. It scares me how deep my feelings run for him, but I know I'll never get over being loved by him. I'll never get over the feeling of being Mrs. Christian Grey. "Like what you see Mrs. Grey?" he asks me effectively pulling me out of thoughts.
"Yes Sir," I whisper biting my lip. He undoes his pants and in one swift motion discards his pants and briefs. He's standing gloriously naked in front of me. He slides in the tub opposite me and begins to gently rub my feet one at a time. I can feel the anxiety and stress of today melting from my body at his touch and I'm grateful that he loves me as tenderly as he does.
"Turn around… Let me wash you," he commands. I do as I'm told. He grabs my sponge and begins washing my shoulders rubbing gently in circles before moving lower to my breasts. I can't quiet the moan that comes out of my mouth. His hands feel exquisite leading me to the ecstasy that only his touch can deliver. He slides one hand down my belly and begins massaging my folds. I can feel myself slowing building as he takes his expert fingers and massages the most sensitive parts of me. After a short time, I can't hold off any longer and I cum shouting his name. I flip around to face him and staddle his body effectively surprising him. I'm made water splash out of the tub, but at this point I don't care all I can think about is giving Christian the pleasure that he's just given me. Fisting his cock in my hands, I begin stroking him slowly letting him climb as slowly as he did me. I keep my eyes pinned to his watching his expression slowly change as his arousal becomes more and more evident. His breath shallows, eyes close, and his face flushes. I love watching the effect that my touch has on him. It wasn't long ago that he refused to close his eyes to me unless I was restrained in fear that I would touch him outside of his comfort zone. Now this wonderful mercurial man is all mine to touch and hold and seduce. My inner goddess is feeling ravenous as I raise my hips and place him at my entrance. Slowly I lower myself onto him feeling each delicious inch stretch me from within and it's almost my undoing. I'll never get over the feeling of our bodies connected like this.
"Oh Ana," he whispers. "Love me Ana." I start to move gently. I want this slow. I feel myself climbing again with him hitting that oh so sensitive spot. "Fuck Ana!" he screams grabbing my hips, cumming ferociously. He is my undoing as I spike all sensations again. I fall to his chest and nuzzle into his chest hair waiting for both our bodies and our breathing to come back to normal. I don't know how long we sit like that but eventually he breaks the silence, "Let's get you to bed baby. You look exhausted." I nod and climb off his lap and out of the tub. He follows me and dries as I do. "Sit on the bed. I'll dry your hair," he insists. I do as I'm told because I don't feel like arguing with him after the love we just made. He makes quick work of my hair and then lifts the blankets to tuck me in. He pulls me into his side. "Sleep Ana, my Ana. I love you," he whispers in my ear kissing my hair.
"Goodnight Christian. I love you too," I respond sleepily.