Ana

"Do you think we will ever leave your bed again?" I ask breathless when Christian rolls of me and pulls me in his arms. It's been two days and the only times we left his bed since then was to take a shower or him hurrying into the kitchen only to return within three minutes with a tray full of food, which we would devour in record time only to go at it again.

"Are you complaining?" he chuckles and I shake my head. "Me? Never! Though to be honest I am sore and at some point we need to leave your bedroom... you know I need to go back to New York to finalize my move and your family probably worries about you... not to mention that you have an empire to run." I remind him and he goes from blissfully happy to serious.

"About your move, Ana. Are you sure about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Please Ana, you know what I mean. You've built yourself a life in New York; I saw how happy you are, maybe even happier than you have been here. You have friends, family, a job; you love the kids at Safe Haven. I just don't want you to resent me at some point for moving back to Seattle where you have to start all over again."

"Christian look, I won't deny that I love living in New York, I love my friends, I found a family there and working for the Crossroads Foundation and building Safe Haven is so much more than a job to me, but at the end of the day I also want to be in a happy relationship. I love you and you are here, so I had to make a decision and it is not like I won't ever see my friends or family again, I can always fly down and see them and I will still try to visit Safe Haven at least once a month."

"You know, I was thinking about moving the head quarters of GEH to New York." He says and I roll my eyes at him.

"Christian, do you honestly think that right now is the best time to move to a different coast? You have so much to work through with your family and moving the head quarters of GEH? You would probably work day and night for months to make that work and we wouldn't have the time to see each other even though you would live in the same city."

"We could spend the each summer in New York," he says and I frown.

"How would that work?"

"Well, I already have offices in New York, I could arrange my schedule so that say June to August each year I can work from there or at home. We could look for a nice vacation home and spend the summer in New York. This way you can spend time with your family and friends, we could watch Broadway shows, visit Safe Haven together on the weekends and invite your mother to come to New York too, so you can have time with her while we are there. We can make this work, Ana."

"Well, I wouldn't say no, if you can make this work." I murmur, but I know he can tell how excited I am over this.

"Good, and since we are already talking about our living situation and moving... I want to buy a new home for us. That is if you want to move in with me, of course."

"Nice save, Grey" I laugh and he smiles down at me. "I guess me finding my own place is pointless, because I am pretty sure that we will end up sleeping at the same place each night anyway, but I am glad that you are thinking about moving. That bitch dying in this building still gives me the chills and I was really tempted to take the stairs when we came here two days ago."

"So, you wouldn't mind if I would call a real estate agent to find something else for us?"

"No, but if it is possible, how about a place without elevators?" I say and he looks as if he is weighing something up in his mind.

"I was thinking about a house, maybe at the Sound. You want kids, so why not find the perfect family home now and enjoy it to ourselves for a while?"

Seeing the slightly panic looked in his eyes when he said the word kids, I sigh.

"Christian, do you want kids?"

He shifts, sits up and puts me in his lap. "I never thought about having children and to be very honest with you, I don't think that I am exactly daddy material. It scares me to think that one day I might have kids and I will do something to make them hate me or that something is going to happen to them because I couldn't keep them safe. But with that being said, the thought of having children is less scary knowing that you are going to be the mother of my children. Let's face it Miss Steele, you would have my ass if I would dare to be a shitty father," he adds to lighten the mood and I giggle.

"I guess I would, but you still have some time to get used to the idea of having children. I have a feeling our relationship is going to be a lot of work until we have figured it out, so no kids for at least a year or two."

"On that we can agree," he says and starts to nibble my earlobe.

"Again?" I ask amused and when he gives me the most sexy lopsided smirk, I get an idea. Turning in his lap to straddle him, I reach between us and start to stroke his cock.

I lean a bit forward and start whisper into his ear. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am just knowing that you have the constant urge to fuck me senseless? How wet I am right now just thinking about having your big dick inside me? I love feeling you deep inside me; love hearing you growl when I clench my tight, wet pussy around your big cock, almost as much as I love to suck you off..."

I squeal in surprise when Christian flips me onto the mattress and two seconds later, he is balls deep inside me.

"Tell me more!" He orders when he starts to thrust into me with long deep strokes.

I stare up into his blazing gray eyes and lick my lips, biting down on my bottom lip before I start to talk again.

"I love the sound of your heavy balls slapping against me while you are fucking me... oh fuck, that turns me on so much... Oh god... yes, fuck me hard... I love it when you let yourself go like that... but I don't want you to cum inside me... I want you to finish in my mouth... it turns me to have you in my mouth when your dick is dripping in my juices... "

"Fuck... Ana... shit..." he groans when I keep talking dirty to him until I am so close to my orgasm that I can't talk any longer.

Christian suddenly stops and moves us, so that I am on all fours above him and he buries his face in my pussy while I start to suck him off. Mmmmh, he taste yummy and while I am giving him deep throat, he is fucking me with his tongue until we both reach our climax.

A while later we are spooning on his bed and he softly kisses my shoulder.

"I had no idea that you have such a dirty mouth, Miss Steele." He says feigning to be shocked.

"Me neither, Mr. Grey, but it was fun." I giggle.

"You won't ever hear me saying anything else, baby. That's for sure." He murmurs as his hand slides over the curve of my ass.

"You have the most amazing ass, Ana. I can't wait to claim it, too."

"Well, if you have lube here, you can do it now." I answer teasingly, but frown when I feel him tense.

"What's wrong, Christian?" I ask and shift to look at his face.

"Have you done that with him?" He hisses and I sigh. Here goes nothing...

"Yes." I answer simply and the next second Christian is out of the bed, puts his jeans on and leaves the bedroom. I roll onto my belly and groan into the pillow. Looks like I was right when I told him earlier that our relationship is going to need a lot of work.

Because I don't want him to brood over this, I get up too and quickly put his white dress shirt on, that is still on the chair in the corner of his bedroom. Leaving the bedroom, I see Gail in the kitchen.

"Morning Gail, sorry that I didn't come out earlier to say hi."

"Don't worry, Ana. I am so happy for Mr. Grey and you."

"Thank you, Gail. Do you know where Christian is right now?"

"Yes, he went into his study just a minute ago."

"Thanks" I make my way to his study, knock, but don't wait for a reply and get in. Inside I find him sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands.

"Christian?"

He looks up and I can tell that he is pissed. "Look, I know that you hate the fact that I have been with someone else, but don't walk out on me like that."

"I hate that he touched you, hate that he has been inside you and most of all I hate that it is my fault. If I would have listened to Taylor from the start, you would still be mine, only mine."

"Does that mean you've never been mine to begin with?" I ask and sit on the edge of the desk.

"I'm all yours, Ana. You know that."

"Not according to what you just said, because if I am no longer yours, because I have been with another man, then you are not mine either. You've had 15 subs, the old bitch and who knows how many other women while you trained to become a Dom. And don't even try to make me believe that you didn't at least had some college girls give you head while you were in college, because I would call bullshit if you did."

"I can't help it, Ana, I am insanely jealous when it comes to you." he sighs and I walk around his desk and sit on his lap.

"I know and that is one of the things I love about you. And don't think that I am any better. Every time I came back to Seattle and saw a brunette driving a red Audi A3 I kept thinking she was your latest sub or that she had been your sub at one point and it drove me insane. I hate it how grown women turn into giggle schoolgirls when they see you, but we can't let that come between us."

I take his hand and place it over my heart. "This is yours, Christian Grey. No other man will ever have my heart. When I lived in New York, I met men who went out of their way to date me and none of them ever had a change, because the simple truth is that my heart belongs to you. I can't give something away that belonged to you right from the moment we first met. You don't have to be jealous of Arnaldo, it was just about the sex, it was never about love. Being with you is so very different, with you it is always about making love, even when we are trying to screw each other's brains out, with him it was about fucking. That's why it was so easy for both of us to just stop having sex. If you wouldn't want me anymore it would kill me; I know how it feels to lose you, I don't ever want to feel like that again."

Christian hugs me close to him and buries his face in my neck. "I'm so, so sorry, baby. I've been such an ass and I know I don't deserve you, but I love you so, so very much."

"And I love you. So, are we good, again?" I ask tentatively and he nods.

"Is there anything you would like to do today, baby?" He asks after a while.

"Not sure, it's still early, why don't you call your parents and ask them if they want to come over for lunch. You still have so much to talk about with them and I don't want you to put this off because of me. Your family needs you too, Christian."

"I know, I'll call them. What do you want to do later?" He asks and I stare at my hands.

"Hey, talk to me, baby." He says and gently lifts my chin.

"I... I haven't been to Montesano for a while now. You know, to visit Ray's grave. It... it's kind of hard for me to go there alone and..."

"I'll go with you. We can stay overnight if you like, I know you still own Ray's house and I would like to see where you grew up."

"Really? You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Baby, if you want to go to Montesano and visit your dad's grave then that's what we are going to do. I've only met him once, but could tell right then that he was a great guy and of course he helped to raise you, so I owe him, because he helped you to become the wonderful woman you are today."

"Thank you."

Around one pm Christian and I finally managed to get a shower, get dressed and leave his bedroom just in time for his parents to arrive. Of course, Mia already knew through Gideon that I am still in Seattle, so they were happy to see me, but not surprised.

After lunch, I give them some privacy to talk and go back to the bathroom to call Ireland. I have been avoiding to call her for the last two days, because I know if anyone is going to be really upset with me for moving back to Seattle, it is going to be her. She has become a sister to me and I just hope she can understand my reasons for moving back to Seattle.

I dial her number and she picks up after the third ring. "Hey stranger." She answers and I hear the pout in her voice.

"Hey Ireland, sorry that I didn't call you earlier."

"Why didn't you?"

"Well, Christian and I... didn't really leave the bed."

"Slut" she mutters, but I laugh.

"Yeah, but you know, as long as the guy is hot and the sex is mind blowing I don't mind if anyone thinks I am a slut."

"Don't make me laugh, I am mad at you."

"I know and I am sorry, Ireland. I just couldn't leave Christian, I love him, but that doesn't mean we are not going to see each other as often as possible. You and Gideon are my family; I'm not going to forget about you just because I am moving to Seattle."

"I know, Gideon told me that, too. I'm just going to miss you."

"You can visit me here whenever you like, Ireland. We can go clubbing or shopping or just hang out and have junk food all day."

"I would like that. And... umm... I guess it is good that you are in Seattle right now, because I have to confess something."

"Oh?"

"Remember the brown leather jacket you love so much, the one you bought in Paris?"

"Sure, what about it?"

"Well, I borrowed it yesterday and went to visit my friend Bella and umm... her cat peed on it." She explains in a rush and I roll my eyes. Every time she borrows some of my clothes, she manages to ruin them...

"It's okay, but since we are already talking about my clothes... Christian just ordered an entire new wardrobe for me, because I don't have anything here. So, I thought if you like you can go through my closet and pick what ever you like."

"Really? Oh my God, your shoes too, because I would kill to get your Manolo's."

"If you like them, keep them." And with that she is at least a little more happy and we talk until Christian strolls into his bedroom to tell me that we will leave in about thirty minutes.

Visiting my Dad's grave was hard. There is just so much more I wanted to tell him. And moments I wish he could have shared with me. But having Christian with me made it a lot easier.

"So, this is where you grew up?" Christian asks when Taylor pulls up at my childhood home.

"Yes, let's go inside. I have someone who stops by once a week to make sure everything is fine with the house. I haven't changed anything since... well you know."

We get out of the car and I take his hand before we go inside. I lead him into the living room and open the windows to let some fresh air in.

"Is that you?" He asks and points to one of the pictures over the fireplace. I, of course, blush.

"Yes, I had fallen of my bike a couple of days before, that's why I have the band aid on my chin.

"I had no idea that you need glasses." He murmurs as he looks at the pictures.

"I don't. When I was a kid, my best friend was a girl named Betsy Lloyd. She was a little chubby and had glasses. The other kids used to pick on her, so I convinced my Dad to buy me glasses. You know, so she wasn't the only girl in our class to wear glasses."

"Really, do you still talk to her?"

"No, the summer before high school she slimmed down and had a laser surgery for her eyes. She turned into a queen bee and I became one of her favorite victims to bully. Last I've heard of her is that she dropped out of college and has three kids from three different men."

"Serves her right," he mutters under his breath and I pick up my favorite picture. It shows my Mom, my Dad and me in the backyard. My mom is on the swing with me in her lap and my Dad is standing behind her, we are all smiling like crazy and I remember how happy we were back then.

"Did you like growing up here?"

"Yes, I loved it. From my room I could see the woods and as a child, I used to sit by my window and made up stories about the mystical creatures that lived in the woods. My Dad would take me hiking or play with me for hours in the backyard, while my Mom was trying to cook for us."

"Trying?"

"With my Mom it's always hit or miss when she cooks. Good thing the house has three bathrooms, because believe me, after some of her meals we really needed them." I giggle and he laughs.

"Is that why you can cook so well, to avoid her cooking?"

"Not really, after my parent's divorce when I moved back to Ray we would always eat out or heat things up in the microwave and I got sick of it. So, I taught myself how to cook, which definitely came in handy when I moved in with Kate. She can't cook at all, so I would do all the cooking. I like to cook it's relaxing. Whenever I came home to visit my Dad I would spend one day to cook as many meals as possible and freeze them for him, so he would eat something else than toast and take out all the time."

"What else did you like to do here?"

"I played in the woods, went to Lake Sylvia as long as the weather was good, during high school I worked as a waitress at the local diner. And each year around Halloween I would help my Dad to decorate the house until it looked like a haunted house. It was great, we would all dress up and all the kids in the neighborhood would come here to take a tour through the haunted house."

"Sounds like fun."

"It was, Halloween is my favorite day of the year. My mom is great with make up, one year I went as zombie cheerleader with lots of fake blood and brain dripping from my ear." I tell him and get the box with pictures from one of the shelves in the living room.

After looking at some pictures, I take him up to my childhood bedroom and watch him as he takes everything in.

"It's like I thought it would be, especially those." He says with a smile and points to all the books that are stacked up on one sight of the room next to my old desk.

"Reading was my escape. I was a nerd in school, didn't have friends and reading made me happy. Now I have you to make me happy." I say and get onto tiptoes to kiss him.

"That you have, Miss Steele and I will make it my life's mission to make you happy and keep you safe every day of my life."

"I know." I whisper against his lips and we kiss again...