Unforeseen Thoughts

Ana's POV:

"We should get going. Ted will be waiting for us to have dinner" Christian informs me. I look at the clock and realize that we have been at it for over two hours. Though I am not surprised considering our history.

"Yes I know, but there is one more thing I need to do Christian" I straddle him, and as best I can ensure his movements are limited, though I am not ignorant to the fact that he can overpower me in a second. His body is still muscular and in peak physical condition. At the age of 44, he still looks fantastic. Hell he doesn't look a day over 35.

I shake my head a little to readjust my hair. Christian looks at me with his mischievous smile on his face, at first I believe this is due to our rather strenuous fucking session, but then am corrected when I feel his hands on my naked body and teasing my bare breasts. The feeling of his fingers playing with my nipples is glorious.

"Hhmmm, I am open to more. Tell me Anastasia what else do you need from me?" Christian says.

"Information" I tell him. Christian's playful mood disappears, and he stops his teasing. His eyes are narrowed, and lips have thinned.

"Were you hoping for something more physical?" I tease him.

"To be honest, I was." Christian pouts. I can't help myself; I lean down and kiss Christian on his pouty lips. He instantly stops pouting and has a small smile.

"Now that is better." I tell him running my index finger along the shape of his lips. I shake off my re-energizing sexual need and focus on the task at hand.

"Christian, when you took me, you took me twice from the behind. Why?" I enquire. Christian eyes go dark, and I know I have hit a nerve. I wait a couple of minutes, and he doesn't seem ready to answer me, so I decide to keep talking.

"I didn't get to see you, and you didn't get to see me come. You always wanted to see me." I don't tell him that whilst the session was extremely enjoyable, it felt a little impersonal. My inner fears start to rise.

"I can get in deeper from the back. It has been 18 years, I figured we deserved an optimal sexual awakening." Christian states. I sigh inside. I am going to have to work and probe him for information.

"And?"

"Ana, when you came to my office this afternoon, you told me this sexual escapade was a 'thank you' of sorts and a means of release. Not about us getting back together." Christian says plainly.

"Keep talking Mr Grey. What is it you are not telling me?" I probe further.

"Ana, I think it would hurt me more to have taken you, any other way." Christian sighs and takes a few short breaths before continuing. "I can't do vanilla with you and watch you come or even look you in the eyes during sex, then to have you, not reunite with me. It would hurt way too much! I can't, not until I know that you are ready to be mine, again." His confession hits me hard.

"I. Christian… I… UUGGHH!" I can't string a sentence together. I should spank myself right now. I move off Christian and hug my knees.

"Don't move away from me," Christian says insistently. He sits up and wraps his arms around me. I feel so safe in his arms. "Ana I want to make love to you, more than anything, but you have to meet me half way. I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do you just need to tell me what you want." His voice is comforting, and I melt in his arms. I want to proclaim myself as his, in fact, I want to go to the Empire state building and yell it out, except my subconscious prevents me. She has become rather dominant over the past seventeen plus years.

"Ana you have to talk to me." My failure to respond immediately causes Christian to become annoyed.

"Anastasia!" He says irritably

"I have been talking" I assert, shaking my head.

"I know I just do not want you to shut down." Christian raises my chin with two of his fingers. Our eyes meet. I love the Greyness of his eyes.

"Did you find our sexual activity displeasing?" He inquires. I look at him as if I don't understand what he is saying. What a strange question!

"No, it was extremely life affirming" I tell him, blushing. Why do I get so desperately shy with him, even to this day?

"I love that you haven't been with anyone else, though time for you to give up some information. How have you relieved yourself?" Christian asks eyes wide.

"What?" I am taken back by his question.

"Come on Ana, tell me. How have you released your inner desires? How have you made yourself come?" Christian asks me. I blush so hard that I feel the heat of my cheeks. Christian cocks his head to the side in the way only he can. "Have you made yourself come?"

"Yes," I say sheepishly and quietly. I want the ground to open and swallow me up. Obviously aroused again, Christian starts to nibble my ear.

"Then next time you want to thank me and need some release, maybe I should make you show me! It could be my own personal floor show." It is a sensual threat.

"Heart and flowers" I point out.

"The rest of your life can be hearts and flowers it is up to you Anastasia."

"You promised me time to think and consider what is best for us both. Don't forget I have also given you signed divorce papers, you too may decide that you don't want to be with me and would rather have a submissive." Christian scoffs at the suggestion. I decide to put this matter to bed for the current moment and address a few other matters.

"Condoms. Why did you have them here, in your apartment?" I query. I wonder idly if they have been left over or if Christian purchased them in the hope of us doing this exact thing.

"A man can only live in hope" Christian smirks. "Are you also wondering if the condom is eighteen years old and likely to have split during sex?" I open my mouth shocked.

"Surely not." I tell him irritated.

"Do you use any form of contraception?"

"No. There has been no need for me to do so." I tell him shaking my head.

"Good. The thought of some fucker touching you, is enough of a motive to convince me to commit murder." Christian says darkly, but then looks as if he is contemplating something. He is bothered.

"What are you thinking about?" I question. His sudden silence and facial expression let me know that something is bothering him. I have only seen him do this a couple of times in his life, and I know this is big. What is annoying him?

"It is nothing. Don't worry about it" Over-bearing and controlling Christian is back with a vengeance.

"Hey, you told me not to shut down. Why should you get to you?!" I scold him.

"It's annoying isn't it?" He says raising one eyebrow at me.

"You're not going to tell me what you are thinking, are you?" I admonish him.

"No, I am not". Christian is angry. I sigh sadly.

"Will you share my room with me, when you and Ted move in?" Christian asks casually assuming I would naturally say yes. Mr Mercurial is back again! But he is never far away.

"I don't think that would be wise. I do not want Ted getting his hopes up. I haven't even told him that we will relocate here." I have noticed how much Ted actually would love us to be back together. It seems as if it is a childhood dream of his. I don't want to crush him.

"Ted isn't a child. He is seventeen. He is going to college soon, so I do not think that is a valid argument" Christian rebuts.

"Christian, I do not want to argue!" I say despondent.

"Okay, I will ask our Ted for his permission, and opinion tonight at dinner" Christian says determined. I know that he would do it too.

"Excuse me! You would ask our son, who is still struggling with the opposite sex if it would be okay to sleep with his mother…."

"Sleep with my WIFE!" Christian interjects

"That you have been estranged from for twelve years and avoided" I restate. Christian drops his shoulders.

"Point taken and an accepted. I won't ask our son, and we can sleep in separate rooms." Christian concedes too quickly. I look at him wondering what he is thinking. Christian smirks and laughs.

"What are you thinking now?" I ask.

"I am jut accepting your terms. We will not sleep in the same room, but we can fuck. From what I remember it was rather hard to sleep next to you and not fuck you 24/7 in our bed. Also, I am happy to act like a teenager and sneak into your room" Christian looks smug.

"You're still an adolescent" I tell him. Christian still looks smug. "I could lock my door"

"I didn't think about that. I will have security remove the locks from your room! But if you have finally finished we should get to our son. He will be wondering what we are doing." The thought makes me embarrassed. Will Ted know?

It is 6pm by the time we arrive back at my apartment. I have brushed and taken exceptional care to ensure my hair resembles the way it did this morning, so Ted doesn't instantly realize what we have been doing. Christian has organized for, O'Connor, the new security guy, to pick up dinner at a local restaurant for us three.

Ted jumps up nervously the second we arrive. He stands there nervously looking at us. Shit, we should have been back a couple of hours ago.

"Mom and Dad, you are both alright. Aren't you?" Ted looks at Christian and then me.

"Yes, we are fine." I inform my son. He looks immensely relieved.

"Good." He says.

"Did you expect us not to be?" Christian asks. Ted shrugs his shoulders at his father, apologetic. Christian and Ted approach each other and talk softly. Ted looks concerned, but Christian is calming him down.

The three of us sit down and commence dinner. Having sex, or rather fucking Christian, has caused my appetite to grow.

"I am sorry about Saturday evening and the lies. I was worried that you both had argued over it. I am glad that you didn't, but where have you both been?" Ted queries breaking the quiet of dinner. Christian and I look at each other and smile a little. This is one question I cannot answer.

"You do need to be punished for your actions. I did tell you that I would punish you" Christian states.

"What do you have in mind?" Ted asks guardedly. I rarely punished him as a child, the worse thing he ever got was having to sit on the thinking chair, but there was little need to do any more. He had always towed the line.

"Your mother and I will need to talk about that. We will let you know." Christian states. I am relieved that he will discuss this with me rather than be his over-controlling and over-bearing self.

"Also you and your mother will be moving in with me" Christian blurts out. I hate the way he just informed our son.

"What? Really? When?" Ted's tone is off, and I start to think I have made a dreadful decision. "Is that part of my punishment?" Ted is almost laughing at the thought.

"Would it be so bad to live with me?" Christian says a little repulsed. Oh no, this is going terribly.

"No, it's just that it seems rather sudden, but I am happy to move in with you. More than happy really. When do we move and are you going to get rid of this apartment mom?" Ted starts to get excited. He is as mercurial as his father.

"We will move this weekend, and NO I will to be getting rid of this apartment." I put a stop to his barrage of questions.

"And why not?" Christian and Ted ask me at the same time. I roll my eyes at them both. I glare at Christian.

"So have you asked Abigail out?" Christan asks. Wait? Who is that? This is news to me.

"Abigail?" I ask, put out that I didn't know about her but Christian does.

"She is a girl at my school that I am interested in and have gone out with, with a group of friends and yes I did ask her, and she said yes." Ted says rather proudly.

"Good. Have you decided where you are going to go?" Christian asks.

"Not really, do you have any ideas, dad?" Ted asks Christian.

"A few…." I finish my dinner and listen to Christian give dating advice to Ted. The irony is not lost on me. At Ted's age, Christian was in a sick relationship with the bitch troll. I shake off the thought, knowing that is all in the past.

The rest of the evening is rather pleasant. Ted, Christian and I look over some college booklets. Discussing pros and cons. Ted is going to wait till he visits the colleges with Christian until he makes a decision. The weird thing about this evening is this is very much how I expect our evenings would have gone, had Christian and I not separated.

At 8pm, Ted decides to go to bed. Way too early for him, but he is doing this on purpose.

"So we are alone once more," Christian says looking around.

"With the exception of the army of security" I state.

"Necessary measures to keep the people I love, safe. I still value safety. Do not defy me on that Ana, I know you conspired with the last security I had for you and Ted here. I would hate for my palm to start twitching. Actually that is a lie. I would love it. Your backside is probably rather sore from the spanking I gave you only hours ago." Christian teases.

"Actually my backside is sore, but not so much from the spanking. My soreness originates from a deeper location." I inform a rather proud Christian. It did feel incredible, but I am sore already.

"Good, then tomorrow when you move, you will be reminded that I have been there."

Christian and I sit on the couch, both of us finishing off the bottle of wine we have been sharing.

"So are you going to tell me why you got so silent, before" I probe

"When?" Christian fakes confusion.

"After we had sex and where talking, about condoms, and so don't pretend you don't know what I am talking about" I scold lightly. I am careful with the tone I take as I do not want him closing up on me.

"I was just thinking of all the time I have to make up for" Christian is lying about the reason for his previous silence before, but I know he won't elaborate he is sincere in his statement. Oh my fifty!

"Will you miss me while I will be in Seattle?" Christian asks insecure. I ponder the thought. I have lived without even seeing Christian for twelve years, and before that I didn't see him often. I had gotten use to not having him around, but he has come back with a vengeance.

"Yes. Yes, I will" I tell him giving in to my honest feelings. "Ted will miss you also."

"I am terribly proud of him." Christian says with admiration.

"We need to discuss a punishment. I do not want to ground him and then him miss this date." I state.

"I have an idea. I want to take his car away." Christian suggests.

"I know you hate his car, but he loves it." I remind him.

"I am not going to have it impounded and destroyed for trash metal. Just trust me. Let me have Taylor take it away. I will ensure that it is returned to Ted before school is up." I accept Christian's terms.

Taylor comes to the doorway of the living room and stands there waiting until Christian's responds. It is time for them to leave for the airport and fly back.

"I will miss you Mrs. Grey. I will see you on Friday. Please stay out of trouble, while I am away"

"And what if I am mischievous?" I torment him.

"I think you know what would happen" Christian warms and he subdues me a little. "Until Friday" Christian puts his hands on my face and kisses my softly on my lips.

"Good bye Christian. See you soon" I respond

Christian's POV:

I arrive at my parents' house, at 8pm. This has been the first time I have been welcomed back to my parents' house been since all the revelations of Ted's existence came out. I was relieved to have been welcomed back when I called to speak to my dad. They asked me to come to dinner, but I was desperate to finalize the arrangements for my temporary move.

I walk into my father's study were I find him drinking a scotch and talking to Elliot. Shit I didn't realize he would be here. The last thing I need is him to make jokes over this situation.

"Christian, you are finally here" He states.

"Yes. Sorry I got caught up with Ros" I inform him and shake his hand and Elliot's.

"Have you concluded all your arrangements?" Dad looks proudly at me.

"Excellent. I will be leaving tomorrow night, and then Ted and Ana will be moving in to my New York apartment." I inform them

"Shit bro, you got some magic that you haven't told anyone of? How did you convince Ana to move in with you so soon? Did you get her into bed and fuck her as much as you use too?" Elliot says forgetting that our father is right in front of us.

"Elliot!" Our father scornfully tells him off. I chose to ignore my brother's comment.

"Sounds like everything is going well then" Dad looks happy.

"Except one thing. Dad I need some advice." I tell him. My father looks as if he is about to have a heart attack and with valid reason. I have never asked him for advice ever. I have seen Flynn and discussed this with him, but with no real progress. I look over at Elliot in the hope he will get the hint and leave.

"No way, Christian. I am not going anywhere. This is going to be good" he says smirking. Dad must still be shocked as he is ignoring Elliot's comments.

"And what is it you want advice with?" My father probes cautiously.

I look at my hands. I never thought I would need advice on this matter. Hell I never thought that I would ever contemplate this, but it has been at the back of my mind ever since Ana and I had sex in my apartment Monday afternoon. When Ana asked me what was bothering me.

"Dad you are never going to believe this…" I ought to laugh out loud at the irony, except I am sincere about this...

HI All,

You are never going to believe what Christian is thinking.. THANK YOU TO ALL FOR YOUR REVIEWS MESSAGES ETC.. They mean a lot to me as they help me gauge how you see the story. Please keep it up!

Also a big thank you to Crystal9034 for editing this chapter, as always you are a legend. A special thank you also goes to my FSOG FF Facebook buddies who encourage me all the way! Love you girls!

On a different note I just got promoted at work (temporarily but still)! :-)

Regards.

Mara