Chapter Five
I wake up on Sunday morning to the sun shining, and my hand on Christians heart. SHIT. I move it away.
"It didn't hurt." Christian says looking at me, smiling.
"Really?"
"Yeah." I refrain from touching his chest again, just in case it was a fluke.
"How did it feel?" I ask
"Perfect. I don't..." he trails off.
"I know."I lean over to kiss him, he pulls me so I'm lying straight on top of him our bodies pressed together. I kiss all over his face his forehead, nose, eyelids before finishing with his beautiful mouth. He kisses me back with a vengeance and we're lost in each other again.
We have a lazy morning snacking in the media room continuing our Buffy marathon from yesterday.
"I still haven't taken you out on that real date." He reminds me kissing my hair.
"Oh yeah." I reply only half paying attention.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes. Why?"
"We'll go at six, I have a plan." He conspires, a cheeky grin across his beautiful face.
"Yes, Sir. What should I wear?" I ask
"Jeans? Something warm and comfortable." My mind is running through ideas, I resolve to just be excited. Whatever it is, it'll be wonderful.
Later that day when I go to fill up our popcorn bowl I remember something! Running to my old room I find the little glider I bought Christian in Georgia.
"I got you a present in Georgia, I just remembered it." I say nervously.
"A model glider?" He opens the packaging like a kid on Christmas and spends the next four hours putting it together, pausing only to give me a thank you kiss, answer his phone.
It's just gone half five when we realise we need to start getting ready to go, Christian puts off finishing the glider to another time.
We almost lose ourself in the other as we get dressed. I'm thankful I unpacked my bags yesterday, now some of my clothes are mixed with his. Christian looks beautiful wearing black chucks, dark blue jeans, a beige turtleneck and black coat. I wear white chucks, dark wash blue jeans and a red sweater.
We hold hands down to the elevator, when we get to the car park he guides me to his R8 handing me his phone to choose what music we listen too and I decide on more Taylor Swift. I watch as we fly through the city, the beauty of the buildings and the harbour. Christian opens my door, we're going to dinner with a view of the harbour? How romantic!
"Where are we going?" I ask confused as he leads me to a pier away from the restaurants.
"The Grace." He replies with a smirk. "My boat." He clarifies.
"It's wonderful!"
"The best is yet to come." I wonder how much better it can get.
We step on the boat and I can see... there's flowers everywhere, a beautiful table for two is set up with a waiter stood with a bottle of wine. I'm in awe. He said he didn't do hearts and flowers? All I can see are flowers covering almost every surface, and our plates are heart shaped. My man.
We talk about my excitement mixed with trepidation about my first day tomorrow through our first course of smoked salmon, fresh salmon tartare, blinis cucumber salad with spicy cream sauce. Christian assures me that I wouldn't have gotten the job if I wasn't qualified for it.
"This is absolutely delicious!" I moan of our main course: mushroom and chorizo risotto.
"Moan like that again and we won't be finishing." Christian warns, I idly wonder if he's satisfied with our vanilla so far. I put it out of my mind when Christian's hand reaches out for mine across the table so we each have to eat one handed.
"What?" I ask grinning.
"I've never been happier. Ever. If you had never fallen through the door of my office that day, if Miss Kavanagh hadn't caught the flu, I'd be spending my Sunday night in my playroom having sex with a submissive. I was starting to get bored with it all, now I'm here with you." He tries to explain.
"If I hadn't met you I'd be alone on the couch full of anxiety about tomorrow. Instead, I'm here with my wonderful boyfriend. Do you believe in true love?" I ask
"I'm not sure."
"Neither am I it seems a little to fairytale for reality, but I think if we were meant to be together it would happen just in a different set of circumstances. Maybe we are each other's true love."
"You were only meant to be mine?" I snort at his reply.
"Of course Mr Possessive would see it that way."
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't start something you don't want to finish, Anastasia." He warns his eyes dark.
"Are you ready for dessert?" Our waiter interrupts.
"Yes, thank you." Christian replies. Seconds later we're each presented with the most beautiful looking slice of chocolate cake, it has at least six layers with whipped cream on the side. I'm still staring at the beauty of my cake when I hear Christians deep moan, the sound goes straight to my core. I want him. I need him. I try a taste and my moan matches his.
"Oh my god, that was amazing." I say as I finish my piece, we didn't speak while eating our cake, it was too good.
"This is the best night of my life, Christian." I say as we sip our wine stood watching as Mac and Ed drive the boat into the marina. Christian usually sails with Mac or alone, but didn't want to tonight. Although he did promise to bring me out again.
That night, we lay together in bed still panting and sweating.
"Most of this weekend has been the best of my life." I confess focussing not the positives.
"I know one way to make it better?"
"Which is?" I retort, thinking of having him inside of me again.
"Move in with me." The look on my face must have been bad. "You don't have too. I just, I don't want to be without you." He explains further.
"You want to keep the magic alive?"
"Something like that."
"Can I get through my first week at first before another life change?" I whisper.
"Of course." His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Just because I'm not moving in right away, doesn't mean we won't be sleeping together every night. We'll just go to my place."
"So we're basically living together, just in two places. Each taking all of our things between two and confusing the hell out of my staff and both of us, deciding where to stay each night." I scowl at his perfectly worded and completely logical argument.
"Christian, please understand my point of view. Everything has happened so fast and I love you so much, I don't want to leave you but I'm terrified."
"I know, baby." He nods solemnly.
"Fuck it."
"What?"
"I'll grab some stuff tomorrow and get the rest Friday. I'll call Kate tomorrow."
"Really?" He grins.
"Yesterday morning I nearly left you, I nearly lost you forever. Deciding to leave you was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do; I'm so glad I didn't, we have agreed that we are partners now, that you and me are forever and always. I'd rather work on us together, in one place than running off to my place when something goes wrong.
"We can work it all out together." He agrees.
"It's us against the world now, baby."
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