-CHAPTER TWENTY ONE-
PLAYING WITH FIRE
Saturday 21st November 2009 cont…
ANASTASIA
MY GRIP TIGHTENED around the message, crumpling the first image of my children. I refused let it go.
I understand now.
Love can happen especially for my grandson.
Please take care of him and my great-grand babies. EL
Confusion whirled in-and-out as I analyzed Mrs Lincoln's words, they were a woman of a changed heart. Why attack constantly without bite only a small sting to back away cowardly, unseen and unheard. Of course, there was something deeper which I was oblivious to. The mystery of my gray eyed man. We were new, to every aspect of our relationship, but so many questions were left to be answered.
The distance between Christian and his Grandmother may help, but there was the chance hindrance could damage this crazy situation further. Shadows constantly change through time. Dawn, midday and dusk. Castings shade of greys to solid darkness but it seems the shadows they hold are in perpetual unilluminated night. If they don't learn to allow the natural shadow to cast and change, it will destroy so many relationships along the way, including our own.
Love? The word blanketed vulnerability around my soul. My sweaty palms distracted my already clouded head by the drama unfolding in my hand. Does he love me? Allowing someone to see that you want and need them in your life is a truly difficult thing. Trusting them not to hurt you is still up for discussion but for an outsider to recognize this, worries me. Am I that candid and open for all to read?
Oh God, where the heck are you Christian?
Waiting, always waiting, my once flushed cheeks grew cool, eventually easing my grip from the ink smudged message.
Maybe he had second thoughts.
Maybe I turned him off.
Maybe I don't fit in this world, his world.
Of course, the girl from Montesano isn't enough for a Grey.
Look at me.
My head fell into my palms with no one to catch my tears.
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COUPLES DANCED, EVELYN DRANK endless gin and tonics. Her mumbling conversations grew involving mostly random guests. Business partners, fancy lawyers and top doctors of Seattle chuckled and patted each other on the back as I watched the monotonous evening slip away.
Leaving maybe the best option.
Not far from the main entry was a bona-fide tipsy Kate embracing someone who was not… Elliot. Her long tanned fingers snatched the gentleman's tangled dark waves, locked in a passionate kiss.
I stopped, waited. Entertaining my lonesome self, the little girl within me drown my mind. During childhood, I counted each second as lovers were in a sensual embrace. Kiss tracker, I called it. The longer the kiss, the more the couple loved one other.
"If only it was gospel truth," whispering my revelation, I sank a little in my chair.
One one thousand,
Two one thousand,
Three one thousand…
I continued to spy. Instantly my cheeks grew toasty warm, the fervor rushed like a raging torrent. The only option was to use my hand as makeshift fan to cool my flushed face.
Gulping with confusion, I don't understand? Lost in thought, thick saliva lingered in the back of my throat, as a familiar warm sensation rushed towards my nether regions. Something which I had only experienced with Christian.
"Honey, it looks like you need one of these," Evelyn past a new gin and tonic. I nodded acknowledging her gesture, but continued to admire the show.
The man with dark hair caressed Kate's face with a single finger. Their lips linked as one. Her eyes fluttering as her back arched. The movements were causing my own shoulders to tense as electricity sparked down my nude arms to my manicured fingers.
Eleven one thousand…
Mouths parted as saliva strings pulled between them. No persuasion was needed and I guessed no thoughts of Elliot either. Their eyes were locked as the sultry glare hung. The two smashed their swollen lips together as his generous hands caged her rounded ass. The initial grope made her yelp into his mouth, but her moan was clear to me over the already roaring sounds of the live music. Kate tried to release herself, titling her head partially to his shoulder, only the dark haired man refuse to wane his firm hold.
Twenty-three one thousand…
Their public scene was overbearing. The yearning for Christian to touch me was howling at a fuck me level. To ease my appetite, my fingers released their tight grip from the fringe of the table. Nails, fingers and eventually palms fell to my thighs.
My hyper sensitive hands stroked the soft layers of my dress, sliding the tulle over the satin. Goosebumps sparkled down my spine. Sequentially, my lips parted as my thighs locked.
Cue heavy pant-ing.
Thirty-two one thousand…
The sensual man's nails buffed Kate's exposed skin. Her tanned sheath shivered to his touch. Even as the lights dimmed to a defused pink and mauve they never stopped lighting their special corner.
Thirty-nine one thousand…
"Whoa." I mumbled the single word as I panted to the movement.
The view gradually made me peaked at arousal level ten. It didn't bother me watching my best-friend kiss a man, but it should have.
Forty-seven one thousand…
Breaking away from one another, Kate's hands clasped around his generously sized biceps, eyes continually locked. Her smirk was conspicuous even with the great distance between us.
Catching my breath and releasing my thighs, now that was one hell of an embrace. Fifty seconds in all estimates.
Hot damn, Kate!
He inspected his surroundings. The crowd took no notice of their completed show.
Instantly our eyes locked.
Urgently lowering my stare, almost burning a hole in the table cloth, I couldn't help myself as my fingers uncontrollably entwined, unable to keep still. Once again, my thighs were viced together.
Who are you?
Dripping with sex appeal, a single second of contact made me wet, eager for more.
"Christian. Christian. Christian." I chanted religiously over and over.
I want Christian, I… love… Christian.
My realization caused me to cover my mouth, but my thirst was real. Unable to accept the single glance, I returned for second helpings. It was as if he was expecting my glance.
A sneer covered his face as he licked his lower lip, mouthing in my direction, 'later Anastasia.'
Shit.
My counter bidder. All I saw were his green malachite eyes glowing in the mauve haze.
"Christian. Christian. Christian." I repeated my chant.
Holy shit, don't worry I'm staying well away from you.
Shaking my head back and forth, I couldn't do this to myself, playing with my heart.
His stare never left mine as his lips smacked Kate's throat. Again, our eyes linked, and he gave a single wink of thanks.
Fuck.
"Kate, you are playing with fire. Think of Elliot. Your boyfriend who you love dearly. Can't you hear the bells ringing in your thick blonde head!" I whispered to myself.
I could and it was excruciating!
"Ana, have you seen my clutch… I swear it was—" Kate's words startled me as I bounced a foot from my chair.
"Fuck, Kate!" my hand went straight to my chest.
"Oh Annie, you have a stain on your dress," my head fell to my lap and there was a small ink smudge on my beautiful dress. Damn you, Mr Onyx.
Looking back at Kate I was set in stone, jaw set wide unable to blink or speak.
"Ana, why are you giving me the look?"
Unaware of her smudged appearance post dark haired man, it was obvious Kate was flustered and intoxicated.
"Kate, I think you need to freshen up. Your—" I dragged my index finger over my bottom lip to my left cheek, "has smudged."
Giving her a stern look, my teeth gritted and I hissed at her poor choices.
"Oh Ana, be with a guy that ruins your lipstick. Not your mascara. I can't believe he's all mine." she said.
"What!" I needed to catch my breath, "What the fuck are you doing, Kate? I saw the whole show." pointing to the very corner she was only seconds before.
Muscle memory occurred thinking of the events of kiss tracker. My thighs clenched as one pulsating in my core as the fifty second show replayed, on repeat.
Kate's lip curled and a hand fanned her pink complexion and now her smudged lipstick was even more obvious.
"Kate, please be careful."
She grinned, grabbed her drink, and flicked her head back. With a slight twinkle in her eye, I knew essentially tonight will end badly for everyone involved.
"Yes… found it," her fingers fumbled within her clutch, "fuck I thought I had one…" immediately the clutch made its way back to the table with a flick from her wrist.
Kate eyed off the half-consumed beverages around our table. One by one she downed them in a succession of single gulps.
With a kiss to the cheek she stammered to my face, "love yous Annie plus two." She held up her two fingers wiggling them about, and she hurried back towards the direction of the man with malachite eyes.
…..
OVER AN HOUR LATER; Kate and Mr Malachite returned individually through the entry way. Kate constantly ruffled her hair and fanning her face, while Mr Malachite was expressionless, only showing a rather plump bottom lip with a hint of blood.
Bad habits never die, Kate. You're playing with fire.
Suddenly, a high pitch tone screeched from the speakers. I immediately covered my ears to dull the piercing sound.
"Sorry ladies and gentlemen for that technical mishap."
The host blew into his microphone. With a concerning look at his microphone, he gave me no confidence that the issue was completely resolved. He tapped one, two, three times on the mic with a hopeful smile to the sound technician on his left.
"As… nightfall is well upon us, we are wrapping up tonight's charity event. Our founders of Coping Together and the Greys would like to thank you for your patronage, support and many donations." The tent of guests applauded.
The happy host pulled out a small card from his breast pocket tapping it to the beat of the drum-roll on his jacket.
"Ladies and gentlemen," his hands gave a clear cut to silence the snare, "I am delighted to announce from Mr Carrick Grey that we have raised over one million dollars." The ecstatic audience applauded to the large figure.
I am blown away from everyone's efforts for Coping Together. Glancing around the tent trying to find Mr and Dr Grey, I was unsuccessful. I made a mental note to tell them in the morning of the success of the evening. With a second look, I skimmed the floor for Christian but he was still missing.
Damn it Christian!
"Now L's and G's lets get back to the show…" the crowd slowly settled, "our special finale is only minutes away." The chatter chirped up instantly.
I wonder what the finale could be?
…..
GUESTS MADE THEIR WAY to their circular tables collecting all their belongings: shawls, jackets and personal items. Arms linked as partners kissed their cheeks and headed outside.
I continued to sip on my water without lemon. My lower back started to give me grief as a cramp occurred. Resting my arm around my waist, I knew I must be over tired and most definitely ready for bed.
Pulling myself out of my seat, it was time to retire for the evening. With only Evelyn left on the table, I gave a small nervous good evening wave. She held up her champagne flute swirling the contents as if she was making a toast. Completely confused, I smiled hoping I could make my get away.
"Oi, don't run." Evelyn called out.
Shocked by her choice of words, I could only whisper a sorry, falling in a heap back on my chair, too nervous to speak or move.
"Anastasia. Don't run off yet, the show is only getting started," she wiggled in her chair, sipping champagne.
"The time is near ladies and gentlemen, please make your way to the water's edge." the master of ceremonies announced to the crowd.
Fireworks Evelyn mouthed to me and this time I returned with a real smile.
…..
AFTER EVELYN TWISTED MY ARM, the decision was made to see the light show. My feet ached every step I took towards the water. This was due to fashion and the uneven surfaces.
Why did I need such large heels? I'm a flats girl!
My shoes urgently slipped off my feet and the tension was gone. I hooked them around my finger and tip toed to the water's edge.
The night was darker and much cooler than hours previous as the high moon reflected over the water.
Eerily over the water, music played, several flutes flowing between one another, creating a musical image of water flowing. Holding my shoes tight in my left hand, my right rubbed my new necklace.
Bright lights filled the sky and colored flames dripped to the water. Looking around at couples huddled together, I only had my arms and necklace as my company.
As the ending was neared, the music built to a whole orchestra and one after another, explosions erupted throughout the sky. The oohs and ahhs of the crowds warmed the space from the deceiving cold explosions above.
Silence
The crowd approved the fireworks through a loud round of applause. As the claps eased, guests began making their way to their vehicles and chauffeurs.
I was alone. Again.
"Anastasia." someone whistled behind me.
"Psst… Ana," walking with a slight sway was a happy intoxicated Mrs. Trevelyan.
With her arm linked around my waist, she forcibly whispered "You look a mess! Where is that grandson of mine?" I only could rub my necklace her grandson had given me hours earlier, adding a weak shrug.
"Well darling, have a wash and go straight to bed. Wasn't it a lovely night under the stars…" she pulled a metal flask from her purse.
"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you more… lovely lady. Make sure that grandson of mine keeps his priorities right. Speak soon." With a quick peck on the cheek and a light tap on my bum, off she waddled towards the tent.
Evelyn would have to be the best grandmother around.
A second glance back ensuring she makes it to the tent, Evelyn gave me a full body wink and shoed her hands making me rush to the Grey household.
Thank you Evelyn!
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UTTERLY EXHAUSTED, I WANTED OUT of the bridal like gown. The zipper traveled down my spine, carefully the white garment slipped from my shoulders over my lingerie.
The gown heaped around my legs. With a swift flick, my bra unlatched and a simple slide of my fingers my panties were gone.
Thank you.
As I roamed towards the bathroom, my nipples formed small peaks as the cool air brushed my naked skin. Through a single press of a button, the bathroom luminous lit to a rose pallet color, warming my pale skin.
Scented candles and a large silk bouquet engulfed the room with a not so favorable aroma of lemon and sandalwood. The smell made my sensitive stomach churn.
Controlling my breathing through my nostrils, I grabbed a folded towel and wrapped the items tight. Holding a hand to my face, frantically searching, I eventually found the perfect place to be hidden from plain sight and scent.
Mia's walk-in closet.
With the overpowering smell removed, I stepped into the ridiculously spacious shower for a sixteen year old.
Turning the faucet, balmy water steamed the wet room. The water cascaded over my body, as long tendrils glued to my face. With all efforts, I tried to blow a breath to move my sticky bangs from my sight.
Once hair free, my palms fell to my bloated bump.
"Oh my God," I groaned.
Dropping my sight to my navel, I was in awe to think; how could I have grown? Am I eating too much? Recalling the last 24 hours, the majority of my meals made plant feed for the flora within the grounds of Grey's residence.
Christian filled my mind while rubbing my necklace between my thumb and index fingers. Mixed emotions bled through. I don't understand how or even why her left me alone? It hurts, once again he broke his promise.
I was torn by the pure beauty and utter frustration of this man.
Thinking of the latter, an image of a naked Christian made my core pulse. Holding the sensation, my legs held tight refusing to release. Trying to balance, I found the nearest bodywash product and dripped it over my skin. The constant circular patterns caused a foam to engulf my skin. Each rotation accelerating, my nails skimmed the surface causing a fascinating feeling all over.
My thighs couldn't get any closer, as the memory of Christian touching me took hold. My hands slid lower.
Continuing my pleasure, never in my life I felt so libidinous. Controlling my needs have caused difficulties. The thought of how "hard" it has been to pleasure myself in the past instantly made me think of little, well not so little Christian.
My right hand pushed its way through with suds sloshing and dripping to my feet. Two fingers parts my inflamed folds. I could only imagine the shade of pink between my fingers.
Caressing my sex, as my fingers drifted front to back, made my muscles tighten within my core. Even though my touch was gentle, the sensation was intense. The process was new, but not so foreign. My experiment sends a tickling sensation down my legs causing my toes to dance.
This was amazing.
Christian's face kissed my neck and down my back. Constantly, his words teased me.
Make your fingers work harder, Pixie. Faster baby, let me see your face.
The taunts were tipping me, causing to twirl my fingers endlessly, focusing on my clit and my sex cave and back to my clit.
I'm not rushing this. I'm taking it slow with him. Slow.
"I'm not going to… to" I tried to speak but the climax grew, "to sell myself short… Christian." The air was thick and humid, and ultimately getting harder to breathe.
My teeth clasped my bottom lip. The feeling of two hands running down my back, massaging my ass was what tipped me over the edge.
Look at me Pixie, I need to see you come. I love this… I love you.
Christian's groans were erotic. To feel his hard cock rub over my abdomen gave me great pleasure. I'm doing this to him. All me.
His thumb brushed my lip as his fingers feathered my neck. Tipping my head back, allowing the water to drown my face, knowing my imagination was running at level 10 fuck me I didn't care. I was close.
"Oh my God Christian… I love you" I moaned to the close walls surrounding me.
Holding one palm on the tiles and pushing down onto my other hand, grinding.
My hips bucked as my hand almost lost his hold. Slowly catching my breath, I glanced over my shoulder to see my Christian, to only to be reminded I was doing this solo.
Turning completely to the harsh spray, my eyes watered. Disappointed again.
All alone.
A/N:
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