Author's Note
So sorry for the weeks of silence! I've had exams and a full-time job, not really leaving time for anything else. But they're done now. Halleluja! So there will be 1-2 weekly updates. Thank you so much for all the support.
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Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Ana POV
Waking up the next morning, I feel more refreshed than I have in a long time. Elliot is still sound asleep next to me, and once again he is talking in his sleep. Or rather mumbling. I give Elliot a quick kiss as I desperately need to relieve myself. Getting up, I find that I'm sore in places I didn't even know existed.
Thankfully the first door I try turns out to be the bathroom, so I quickly do my business, wash my hands and quickly brush my teeth. The bathroom is very nice and even has a walk-in shower as well as a big clawfoot bathtub, that I hope to try out one day.
Going back to the bedroom, I lift the sheet to cuddle up against Elliot again, as I'm not ready to start the day. But the second I pull the sheet back, I see the red spot showing the loss of my virginity. I can't help but blush bright red, from both embarrassment about the blood and then the memories of what happened last night.
"Get back in the bed, it's cold without you," Elliot grumbles, pulling me back into bed with him. He practically wraps his entire body around mine and closes his eyes again.
"Elliot," I whisper, pushing some his hair back that had fallen onto his forehead. All I get is a grunt, which only makes me giggle and whisper his name again.
"mm... What?" he grumbles.
"Thank you," I whisper. This makes him open one eye, looking very confused.
"Thank you? For what?" he questions.
"Everything, but especially last night," I say, my usual blush creeping its way across my cheeks.
"Baby, I should be the one to thank you. I mean, that was something you can only give once, and you gave that to me," he says while caressing my cheek.
"I'd like to try it again," I whisper, blushing furiously and biting my lip.
"Oh, we will! There's no way I can ever let you go now," he kisses me, moving on top of me. His tongue is begging for entrance, that I immediately give him as I twist my fingers in his blonde curls. Elliot groans low in his throat, which only spurs me on as I start grinding into him. I can feel his erection standing to full attention. He is rolling a nipple between his fingers while his mouth is playing with my other nipple, the sensations spreading all the way to my toes and back. At this point, I'm moaning so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear me.
"Elliot, please!"
"God, I love seeing you like this," he chuckles, his mouth moving south down my body. I'm feeling completely out of control and can't help the bucking of my hips.
"Stay still, Banana," he says against my pelvis. moving one arm across my stomach, locking me down.
His mouth is sucking on my clit while two of his fingers are inside of me, rubbing against my g-spot. I can't hold on any longer, so I fall over the edge, screaming Elliot's name. He laps up everything I give him. My hands are holding on to his hair, keeping him where I need him.
Coming down from my orgasm, Elliot has moved up to my face, peppering it with kisses all over.
"You look even more beautiful when you cum," he says against my neck.
I grind into him, trying to show him that I want him inside of me, but he does nothing.
"No baby, I know you have to be sore from last night, but I might take up on it later tonight,"
I pout just like I used to do when I was younger, and Ray told I couldn't do something.
"Oh God, please don't pout!" Elliot moans, laying his head down on my chest so he can't see my face. Damn...
"Ugh fine. But then you better feed me," I giggle. We get out of bed, and I put on Elliot's shirt from yesterday, while he puts on a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt. While Elliot goes to the kitchen, I quickly strip the bed and go in search of his washing machine. I locate the laundry room and immediately put in the sheets, and then go to find Elliot.
"So I have zero food since I've been in Portland for the past week, so how about we go out?" he says.
"Okay, but we'll have to go to the grocery so I can bake the cake for tonight,"
"Oh, I had almost forgotten you were gonna bake. Can't wait to try it," he says kissing me, and leading me back to the bedroom. We get dressed and go to a coffee house around the corner, where we both get a drink and a muffin. We finish quickly and go back for Elliot's truck so we can hit the grocery store.
Walking through the store, I can definitely tell Elliot doesn't know how to cook. He has no idea where in the store they have the basics, and when we went to get some general foods for his kitchen, he went straight to the prepared foods section.
"El, have you ever bought something that needs to be cooked?" I giggle.
"Pasta? But it was kind of mushy, not sure what happened there," he shrugs.
"You have such a beautiful kitchen, and you have no idea how to use it," I laugh. Elliot just winks and gives me that panty-dropping smile, that I can never get enough of.
We finish up and head back to his place, where I get started on the cake for tonight's dinner.
We are on our way to his parents' house, and I'm nervous. Like really nervous. Elliot wants to compare my photo to an old photo in Christian's old room before we tell anyone anything. But it still makes me nervous, and then on top of that, I'm meeting Elliot's parents for the first time.
As we get closer to Bellevue, my clutch which holds the photo seems to become heavier and heavier. I'm biting my lip so hard, I wouldn't be surprised if it starts bleeding.
We pull into a long driveway, and Elliot puts his hand on my knee giving it a little squeeze in an attempt to calm me down.
"Baby, relax! Everything is gonna be fine, you'll see," he says, giving me a firm kiss. I take a couple of deep breaths before shooting Elliot a grateful smile as a silent 'thank you.'
I'm holding the cake as we walk up to the front door of what I would call a mansion, but is actually Elliot's childhood home. Elliot opens the door and calls out for his parents, letting them know we're here.
"Elliot! Ana!" Mia screams, running down the stairs before giving me a big hug, which manages to calm me a little.
"Hi Mia, good to see you again," I tell her.
"Oh I'm so happy you're here, Ana! Mom and dad can't wait to meet you," she says. And as if they heard their daughter, I see two people coming towards us, who must be Mr. and Dr. Grey.
They greet their son lovingly, and Elliot gives his mother a kiss on the cheek as he greets her. Before turning around and introducing me to his parents.
"Mom and dad, this is my girlfriend, Anastasia Steele. Ana, these are my parents, Carrick and Grace."
"It's so nice to meet you, Anastasia! Elliot has told us so much about you," Grace says, giving me a warm motherly hug.
"It's so nice to meet you as well, Dr. Trevelyan. And please call me Ana," I
"Only if you'll call me Grace."
"Deal. Oh we brought some dessert, I hope that's okay," I said passing her the container holding the cake, I baked earlier.
"Oh of course it is! That's so thoughtful of you, but you didn't have to."
Elliot's dad was next and gave me a warm handshake, telling me to call him Carrick and I likewise asked him to call me Ana.
We all go to settle down in the family room when Grace receives a call from Christian, informing her that he's running a little late but is on his way.
"Well, since my baby bro is late, I'm going to give Ana a tour of the house," Elliot says, getting up from his seat next to me and reaching his hand down to help me up.
"Oh, of course, that's a great idea sweetheart. Mia and I will go help out Gretchen in the kitchen," Grace says with a smile.
Elliot leads me up the staircase I saw Mia descent earlier. When he shows me his old bedroom, I immediately start laughing. It's a typical teenage boy room, and it's also very obvious that he was a jock in high school. But I just can't help but laugh at the fact that little Annie Steele, bookworm ends up with Elliot Grey, jock. Elliot is looking at me like I'm a crazy person, clearly not understanding my reaction to his room. But as soon as I tell him, he bursts out laughing as well, so at least we'll look like crazy people together.
We finally get ourselves together and continue the tour around the second floor. Mia's looks like a real princess room, everything is pink and white.
After Mia's room, Elliot opens the door to was is obviously another teenage boy bedroom. Christian's bedroom. The light mood disappears right away. I can feel the anxiousness radiating off of Elliot, and myself for that matter. I can't help but feel like we're invading Christian's personal space even though he hasn't lived here in years. We both just stand in the doorway looking into the room, squeezing each other's hands.
"Are you sure about this, Elliot?" I whisper.
"Yes, I have to check before I can even think about telling him anything like this. The picture is hanging right over there above the desk," he says, but he still isn't moving.
After another minute he walks over to the desk, and I follow in his footstep and try to retrieve the photo from my clutch at the same time.
I'm holding my family photo in my hands, and Elliot is standing just a few feet away staring at a picture, which I assume show Christian's birth mother.
"Elliot?" I ask quietly as he seems to have frozen.
After a few moments, he reacts and comes over to stand by me. He puts the photo into my other hand, so we have them side by side.
"Elliot! Ana!" we suddenly hear Christian say from the hall. And just seconds later, Christian is standing in the door looking at the two of us in his old room.
"What are you two doing in here?" he asks confused. But then his eyes lower to my hands, or rather what's in my hands. I feel like I'm paralyzed. I can't get my body to move or my mouth to form some kind of sentence or even a single word.
Christian is suddenly standing next to me and looking at the two photos, and I manage to look up at Elliot, who looks... I don't even know the look on his face, in his eyes.
"Christian, I can -" Elliot tries.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Christian roars. He looks like his head is about to blow off his body.
"Christian, please just let us explain," Elliot tries again.
"EXPLAIN?! Explain what? That your girlfriend is standing with a picture of the crack whore with another woman who looks remarkably like your little girlfriend," he screams. He is furious, and I can't help the tears that fall from my eyes. This was everything I feared.
Christian storms out of the room and past his family standing by the door, who must have heard the screaming and come to see what's going on.
A few seconds later we hear the front door slam shut and a car take off from the driveway.
"Anyone care to explain what is going here, and why Christian just stormed out of here?" Carrick asks.
I can't believe this happened tonight. I'm standing at my boyfriend's house meeting his parents for the first time, with tears running down my face.
Elliot engulfs me in a hug, whispering in my ear that it'll be fine and Christian will come around quickly.
"How about we all go downstairs and talk about this," Grace suggests.
They give us a few minutes, which I take to try and fix my ruined makeup before having to face Carrick and Grace.
We are back in the family room where we started the night, but the mood is much heavier now than it was then.
"So now that we're all comfortable, please explain what happened?" Grace says, her eyes briefly looking towards the pictures still in my hands. Elliot and I quickly make eye contact, and he gives my hand a comforting squeeze. He is about to start talking, but I feel like I should explain as I basically came into their house tonight and chased away the younger son, so I start before he can.
"Last Friday, Elliot and Christian invited me out for breakfast with them, and when I first met Christian in the car, something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it, so I just let it go. But then I went to visit my dad for the weekend, and while he finished some work, I was looking at all the photos he has in the living room. He has always been the kind of dad to take pictures of everything so he wouldn't forget anything, and he likes to move around the picture frames every few months. Anyways, I found an old photo of my mother, Carla standing with another young woman, who looked familiar. Turns out, she was my mother's sister, and she'd run away from home when she was around 16. According to my dad, her name was Ellaine, and no one knows what happened to her or why she ran away. I must have seen this picture growing up but never really put much thought into it until I realized why Christian was so familiar," I explained, handing Grace the old family photo.
Grace gasps as she looks at the photo and Carrick seems stunned. Their reactions make Mia get up from her seat so she can see the picture.
"Holy shit!" she exclaims.
"Mia, Language!" Grace scolds immediately, making me smile for the first time since we came back down here.
"I took Ana into Christian's room, to compare the photo to the one he has in there," Elliot explains.
"So you and Christian could be cousins?" Grace asks although I'm not sure if she expects an answer.
"Can't your mother tell you about your aunt or something?" Mia asks innocently, not knowing my relationship with my own mother.
"You don't have to answer that, baby." Elliot whisper, giving my hand another squeeze.
"Uhm No," I say, shaking my head, looking down at mine and Elliot's hands in my lap.
"Why not?" Mia counters.
"Mia!" Grace and Carrick both scold, obviously having understood the subtext.
"What?" she asks confused.
"My mother left my stepfather and me when I was a little girl. Although mentally, she was never really there, so there wasn't really a big difference," I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" Mia exclaims.
I can tell Grace is about to say something as well, so I quickly intervene.
"Really it's okay! My dad was always the one to take care of me growing up. Like I said, my mother was never really there and never really seemed to care anyway,"
"Oh, honey I'm so sorry! Also for Christian's reaction. He will calm down and let you explain all this, just give him a little time. Now, why don't we go enjoy some dinner," Grace says, trying to lighten the heavy air in the room.
We all agree and go to the dining room. I am beyond relieved about Elliot's parents' reaction, although Carrick was very quiet and didn't really say anything.
The rest of dinner goes well, and I really like Grace, she is everything a mother should be and a little bit more. Carrick remained quiet most of the dinner, only talking when spoken to, so I'm not entirely sure about him.
Soon, Elliot and I are back in his car driving towards Seattle.
"I'm sorry about how my brother reacted," Elliot suddenly says.
"Elliot it's not your fault, and I'm pretty sure you're also upset about his reaction, whether you want to admit it or not,"
"I just wish he would have let us explain, instead of storming out," he sighs, running his hand roughly through his hair.
"It was obviously a big shock for him. It can't be easy to have something shoved in your face that you've spent most of your life trying to forget," I say, giving his knee a little squeeze, to tell him I'm here for him.
We both stay quiet the rest of the way back to Elliot's place. When we get back, I go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while Elliot tries to call Christian a couple of times.
"Did you get ahold of him?" I ask when Elliot comes into the bedroom, where I'm sitting on the bed, plugging my phone in.
"No, I'll try him again tomorrow morning. That'll give him a little time as well," he says, stripping out of his clothes, only keeping on his boxers.
We both get into bed, and I quickly snuggle up against Elliot's side.
"It'll be okay, E.T," I say quietly.
"I know, Banana," he says, putting his arm around me and pulls me even closer to him.
I gave Elliot a kiss goodnight, but he had other plans. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping across my lip, begging for entrance that I quickly gave him. Before long, Elliot is on top me, a hand on my lower back under the oversized t-shirt I wore for bed, and one hand pushing up the front of the shirt to get access to my breasts.
I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth attacks my nipple while his fingers are pinching the other.
I whimper slightly as he bites my nipple followed up by his tongue to take the sting. I am shocked at how much I like it.
"Please," I beg him, needing him inside of me, I'm relentlessly bucking my hips trying to get some much-needed friction. Elliot groans against my breast before quickly sitting up on his knees and helping me out of my shirt and pulling my panties down my legs.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful, Banana." he groans, kissing his way up my stomach. When he finally reaches my face, he moves straight to the sweet spot under my ear. Those sensations combined with the dry-humping makes me cum instantly.
"Elliot!" I moan loudly, having lost any sense of control I might have had.
"Shit, you're so sexy when you cum, baby."
"Please El, I need you inside me! Please!" I whimper as my orgasm subsides.
Elliot lines up with my core and thrusts in hard, making both of us gasp loudly. He starts a fast and hard pace from the start, pounding into me like there's no tomorrow. He is holding himself up by his forearms, kissing and nibbling up and down my neck. This leaves his neck right above my mouth, so I start sucking and nibbling at the juncture of his neck, right on his pulse point, something I've learned he loves.
"Shit, baby! I need you to cum!" Elliot grunts, reaching down to pinch my clit. Waves and waves of pleasure roll over me and I scream out Elliot's name. My pussy spasming around him, milking him for all he's worth as he follows me into bliss, grunting out my name.
Elliot is laying on top of me as we try to catch our breaths. I have my fingers in his hair gently massaging his scalp, while his head is resting on my breast. Only minutes later, his breathing has slowed and deepened, so I know he's fallen asleep. It's not long until I fall asleep as well, exhaustion from everything that has happened today catching up with me.