The light pours in through a gap in the curtains and rouses me from my sleep, what time was it? Oh my goodness, I fell asleep before Christian got into bed. Another missed opportunity, I smile to myself but where is he? I get out of bed and walk bare footed into the lounge but he is not here either. I go back to the bedroom and hastily get dressed in my black jeans, white halter top, white cardigan and pumps and start to walk up to the house.
I see Christian on his cell standing in the conservatory, he looks stressed so it's probably business related. Kate comes out to greet me but something is wrong, her body language is awkward and upset.
"What's going on Kate?" frantically looking in her eyes for a clue.
"Please don't get upset honey, but the apartment has been broken into and whoever got in has made a big mess apparently" she looks scared.
"Oh no! How could this happen?" I voice shakily.
"The SPD are investigating but they need us to return as soon as possible to see what is missing" she continues "finger prints have been collected for forensics but will take a little time to get the results"
"Who would want to do this Kate?" I ask. She shakes her head.
Christian comes over and tells both Kate and I to pack our things, Elliot and he will escort us back to the apartment to help. We bid a hasty farewell to Grace, Carrick and Mia, thanking them for a fantastic weekend and sorry to have to run out on them.
The drive home was somber. I was worried about what might have been taken. I have some jewelry from my grandparents and the wedding ring given to my real dad by mom, hidden hopefully very well, I know Kate has some jewelry and other things that are from family. I keep my fingers crossed that those pieces are still there.
Christian squeezes my hand and I let out a small sob. I also apologize to him for falling asleep last night, he tells me not to worry but something needs to happen soon as his balls are 'turning blue'. At that I break into hysterical laughter which at least relieves some of the tension I feel.
We arrive in convoy, with us, Elliot, Taylor and Sawyer all parking simultaneously and getting out of the cars. The six of us head up to the apartment in the elevator and I can see the stress on Kate's face. The bell rings, the elevator door opens and we step out. The front door looks fine but when we open it and look inside, my breath leaves me. I hear Kate gasp and then start to sob, Elliot hugs her making soothing noises, Christian grasps my hand and we walk in together.
The spray paint on the walls is shocking; it's bright red and says Bitch! Whore! Stay Away! It is written in my bedroom also but not in Kate's fortunately. The whole place has been turned over and it is in an awful mess, cushions and papers everywhere and our clothes strewn all about the apartment.
The first think Kate and I do is check on our jewelry and both relieved to find it is still safe. The police say it is ok to tidy up as their investigation in the apartment is complete. Christian and Elliot start in the kitchen as it is unlikely that anything has been taken from there. Kate and I tackle the lounge, the television, cable, Blu-ray player and music center are all here along with the cd's and Blu-ray disc's. We put the cushions back, straighten pictures, pick up lamps and gather papers that have been strewn over the floor.
Kate and I then tackle our bedrooms, again picking up linens, pillows and clothes but I can't find anything missing, my small television and radio are still here along with my check book and bank card for my savings account, so why break in and not take anything?
We take a break for refreshments, the boys tell us that a plate and glass were broken but everything else seems in order as they pour us each a juice.
"What's missing?" asks Christian looking at us both "as you will need to get in contact with your insurance company"
"The strange thing is nothing is missing, my jewelry and electrical items are all here" says Kate.
"Same here, my check book and bank card are where I left them, I can't find anything missing" I tell them.
Elliot frowns and Christian dials his cell.
"Detective Wyszynski? Christian Grey, the apartment has been checked and nothing is missing, any leads yet? He continues "Have you checked the building CCTV?"
"Ok girls we need to get this off the walls, however I think it is going to need repainting though" Elliot comments.
We set to cleaning the graffiti off the walls and I forget to listen in at what Christian is saying. Elliot is correct, we will need to paint as although it's faded, the words can still be seen. Elliot grabs his keys and goes out the door.
"Thank you detective, please keep me informed" Christian disconnects the call.
"Where did Elliot go?" he asks.
"To get some paint for the walls" Kate tells him.
"What did the detective say Christian?" I probe.
"No leads as yet, fingerprint results pending, no forced entry and nothing obvious on then security tape but I want you and Kate to look over the tape to see if you recognize or think anyone looks out of place" he continues "But the detective is wondering that, as nothing has been taken and with the damage to the walls, whether there is a link to the accident?"
"Oh" I can't muster anything else to say but my mind is flowing at a rate of knots. How could it be related? Maybe the graffiti links it somehow? That feeling of fear returns and I feel very vulnerable again.
Elliot comes in with decorating supplies and we get to work covering the wall. With all of us helping it doesn't take long to do but the smell of paint is quite overwhelming and I feel light headed.
Christian insists that we go back to his apartment, the paint smell will dissipate soon enough but in the mean time we pack a change of clothes and head back down to the cars. Christian has insisted that Sawyer stays here to watch the apartment and cars in case there is more trouble. Taylor follows us to Christian's apartment.
I feel so tired as we walk into the foyer but suddenly feel awake when I look around I see what I think is a Degas hanging above the side table and as we go through the main door, I am absolutely in awe, his apartment is..well...wow! He has got taste.
A lady suddenly comes around the corner startling me.
"Hello Mrs Jones" Christian greets his housekeeper "Sorry to invade you without warning but would you mind making some food for four?"
"A pleasure Mr. Grey" she replies "Good evening ladies and nice to see you again Elliot"
"Hello Gail, lovely to see you again" he says as he kisses her cheek.
"Mrs. Jones, this is Kate and Ana, they have suffered a misfortune at their apartment and will be staying the night, would you make up the spare room for them?" Christian asks.
"Of course Mr. Grey" she responds and she turns toward the kitchen. Within what seems like no more than 10 minutes Mrs. Jones comes back with Garlic and Rosemary Ciabatta bread, smoked salmon parcels, rice and vegetable squares. Not bad in such a short space of time. She asks Christian if he wanted to open a bottle of wine, he nods and she returns with four glasses and a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio. Perfect, just perfect. I can feel myself relax for the first time since this morning.
"Is there anything else you need Mr. Grey or can I retire now?" Mrs. Jones smiles.
"We are fine thank you Mrs. Jones, good night" he says returning her smile.
A chorus of thank you's and goodnight's ring out from all of us as she turns to leave. With that Kate and Elliot stand up.
"Thanks for this bro, usual room?" Christian nods and Elliot followed by Kate disappear down the corridor.
Christian looks at me "You look tired baby, let's go to bed" I nod in agreement and follow him to the master suite which is very grand. A very large super king bed stands against the far wall; the window is adorned with Tea Green curtains, overlooks the bright lights of the city. We are so high up I can see over the tops of many buildings and The Space Needle. The bathroom is huge with a spa bath big enough for two. Interesting I think to myself and smile before heading back to the bedroom.
It feels strange that the first time I am in Christian's apartment is the first time in his bed too, not that I am complaining, in fact it is beginning to feel familiar but is that good so early in our relationship?
I lie in bed waiting for Christian to finish in the bathroom, he comes out and I immediately see he is excited, the bulge in his shorts is evident. Hmm I think to myself, appealing? Definitely. Needed? Absolutely. Too tired? I feel my juices beginning to flow so I guess not. He lies next to me; his eyes are full of wanting.
"How about vanilla tonight? I know you are tired." He whispers to me. I feel embarrassed,
"What's Vanilla?" I ask quietly
"No whips, no ties, just sex" he smiles and I nod. He leans in and consumes my mouth in a full on passionate kiss, his hands are sliding up and down my back and over my buttocks, stopping only to come up to my breasts and tweaking my nipples with his fingers. My hands are matching his, sliding up and down his back and pleasuring his erection with my hand.
"Oh Ana how I have missed you" he groans
"I have missed you too" I pant.
"I want to be inside you Ana" he makes it sound so sexy.
"Be patient" I tell him and he moans a little louder.
I straddle his abdomen so tantalizingly close to giving him what he wants and kiss all around his face, neck, shoulders and chest. I take his hand and his index finger slowly slides into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the end, suck gently and he groans again, I take his other hand and place it on my breast before climbing off and taking all of his erection in my mouth, swirling and sucking softer and harder, making him writhe to my touch. I can see he is close to a release so I straddle him allowing his erection to penetrate me so so deep. I gasp and begin to ride him back and forth, back and forth. I stop to tease further, clenching and unclenching my muscles around his penis but before I can start a rhythm going he flips me on my back, pins my arms above my head with his hand and is thrusting hard and fast. Oh my! I wrap my legs around his waist as I begin to feel the building of my orgasm. A sheen of sweat is developing on his forehead but this feels so good, we call out each other's name as our orgasms wash over us.
He rolls off on to the bed still panting and gasping, I've come to the conclusion that I that there is nothing ordinary about vanilla, it can be just as much as Rocky Road.
"What's that smile for?" he asks with a smile of his own.
"I have concluded that I like vanilla very much" I giggle.
"I like anything that causes that sexy little giggle and I have so much more to show you Ana but not while Kate and Elliot are here" he tells me.
"Ok Christian " I yawn my reply "need sleep now, goodnight Christian"
"Goodnight Ana" he replies as he spoons up to me.
We fall in to a blissful satisfied sleep.