CHRISTIAN'S POV
The sunlight filtering through the window wakes me. I'd forgotten to close them before I fell asleep. It couldn't have been more than an hour. Ana is still there, looking beautiful and well fucked as ever. I can't help my face splitting grin as I realize this is the first time I've woken next to her as husband and wife.
Wow. My wife. I still can't believe it. I imagine myself going back in time to a year ago-Hell, three months ago-and telling myself I would be happily married to the most amazing woman in the world.
Not only would I have laughed, but I'd also bet all of GEH against that.
And yet here I am. Happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I kiss Ana's temple and whisper, "I love you, Anastasia Grey." Man that feels good to say.
She rolls over, murmuring. I love listening to her talk in her sleep. She sleeps a lot more than I do so I get the opportunity a lot but it never bores me.
"Mmmm, Christian…yes, give it to me…ohh yeah…" I barely stifle a laugh. I know exactly what she's dreaming about. Not that I don't dream about it. Or daydream about. Or think about it pretty much every fucking waking moment. But hell, she's my wife. I can think whatever the fuck I want.
I hop out of bed, but not before I buckle Ana into her seatbelt. She doesn't stir. I grab my traveling clothes and dress quickly. I'm hungry. When I leave the bedroom Taylor is sitting nearby drinking coffee with his earbuds in. He smirks at me.
"It sure sounded like you enjoyed your nap, sir."
I know he's teasing, but I can't resist a snappy comeback. "Oh yes, thank you. It was really invigorating. Healthy, even. In fact, I imagine I'll be napping several times a day now. Probably all over the place. All the time. Really freshens a man up, don't you think?" He scowls and looks out the window. I know that he's probably had to listen to me fucking all sorts of subs in all sorts of ways, but he's my employee. I pay him enough he shouldn't complain.
"Sir, we've arranged all the security in England and France. They're ready to go and will be waiting on the tarmac at Heathrow," he says, business again. That's more like it.
"Good. And the hotel near Piccadilly is all set. Try to be discreet, if you can, Ana won't stop bugging me about security. But if need be, I expect a thorough job. It's not vacation, remember that."
He nods, all professional again. "I am aware sir. Don't worry, I'll handle everything."
Bullshit. He knows I worry about Ana. Especially now that she's my wife. A girl who didn't have a penny to her name is now suddenly worth millions of dollars. Plus she's in a strange country, enthralled by the sights. And frankly, she's naïve sometimes. To this day I don't understand why she let that fucker Jose get off so easy for jamming his tongue down her throat. How can she be so fucking forgiving?
My feelings must be showing because Natalia scurries over nervously. "I apologize Mr. Grey. Do you need anything?"
"Oh. No need to apologize. Just some coffee and a muffin. And what's our estimated ETA?"
She quickly pours me a cup and grabs a steaming blueberry muffin from the galley. "Approximately two and a half more hours to Boston, and then about seven hours from there to Shannon. From Shannon to London will only be one or two hours."
Dammit. So fucking long. To this day I'm not very patient. Then again, I can think of a hundred and one ways for Ana to occupy me until then...
I grab my laptop back and head back into the bedroom. Ana is still asleep. I work on my laptop, drinking coffee and finishing my snack for another hour. I hear her mumbling and she sits up, rubbing her eyes and getting mascara everywhere. God, she is so fucking adorable.
"Hey there, gorgeous," I purr, giving her a kiss.
She smiles lopsidedly and runs her hands through my hair. "Hi hubby." Holy hell. Never in my life would I think such a childish nickname would make me so fucking happy. But it does. I push my laptop off the bed and face her. "We've still got at least eight hours until we get to England."
"Aww, so long. I'm so excited." Suddenly she's wide awake. I grab her legs and pull her towards me, opening them. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Mrs. Grey. I'm sure I can keep you occupied until then." I kiss her toes, her instep, her calves, her thighs, and soon I'm devouring her.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
ANA'S POV
I still can't believe it, I'm in London! Or, I'm about to be. I usually hate landings but I can't get over how excited I am, staring out the window. Christian is holding my left hand. Occasionally he kisses my wedding and engagement rings.
"No way! I saw Big Ben! And the London Eye! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh this is amazing!" I squeal. I'm acting like a nine year old but I don't care. Hell, I'm on my honeymoon, I can be excited.
"Calm down, baby, we haven't even landed yet," Christian says, but he's smiling. He squeezes my hand and kisses it again. "You're really happy?"
I look at him. He's still smiling, but there's caution in his eyes. "Of course. How could I not be?" I take his other hand and kiss his wedding band. "And it's not because of London, or Paris, or the jet, or any of that. I get you. I get to have Christian Grey for the rest of my life. You're all I'll ever need."
He smiles his beautiful megawatt smile. "And I you."
"But London is definitely a plus," I giggle, and he laughs.
Soon enough, Taylor is loading our luggage into a black SUV similar to the ones we have back home-except this one has the wheel on the right side.
"Is this for the whole time?"
"Yep. And the English security detail should be here any minute. We can go wherever we want, and they're used to driving on the left side of the road."
"But…well, I was hoping we could take the tube…"
Christian stares at me. "The subway? You're not serious, Ana. There are some really shady characters down there. And it's so crowded. No way."
"Oh come on, we don't need to go far. Just one trip. I've heard so much about London's famous underground and all the 'mind the gap' stuff. Please?"
"Anastasia, the answer is no," he says, end of discussion. I hang my head. After a beat, he says, "but, if you like, we can ride in a London black cab."
"Really? Like the ones that are all bulbous and look funny?"
He laughs. "Yeah. If you want. We could make out in the back seat," he adds salaciously.
"Yes, let's do that. I suppose I shouldn't ask about a red double decker bus, either."
He's still smiling, but there's danger behind them. "No, you shouldn't ask about that."
We meet Nigel and William, our two British security guards and drivers. They both grew up in London and know the city will. Nigel smiles and asks, "First time to London, dear?" I nod enthusiastically. "Oh, you'll love it. Best city in the world. Although I've never been to Seattle meself." He winks. Suddenly he looks at Christian's scowl and leans back. "Well then, let's be off, Mrs. Grey." I sigh. Jealous fifty is never far away.
TAYLOR'S POV
Jeez, that was a long flight. Mostly due to the endless hours of listening to the fuck bunnies in the bedroom. How does tiny little Ana handle him? Especially considering she was a virgin when they met. He never told me, but it was pretty obvious. Although he definitely rectified that quick as hell. It's like he never gets tired.
Although, I gotta say, I couldn't be happier for the boss. Ana was a miracle. I could tell the day of the photo shoot he was head over heels. For one thing, he's never, ever taken a girl out for coffee. And then she's sleeping in his bed and using his first name and of course when she left him…well, I couldn't believe how heartbroken he was. I thought, maybe she could be the one who changes him. Who knows?
And now I'm on his fucking honeymoon. I never would've guessed.
Surprisingly, the boss doesn't have anything planned for the rest of the day. With everything else he's gone over every detail and even made a backup plan if Ana decides on something else. But this first day…nothing. It's pretty early, too. I have my suspicions, but I sort of hope they're wrong. With the way he's been eye fucking her the whole trip…I doubt it.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
God she's so fucking hot. When she finally put some clothes on, Ana had to choose some tight fitting yoga pants and a cashmere sweater that really hugs her curves. It's no wonder that Nigel fucker was eye banging her. I might replace him, but Taylor assures me he got the best, and I might not be able to find someone as good on such short notice. I can't cut corners when it comes to Ana's safety. But if he looks at her like that again…
Ana is glued to the window. She's enthralled with everything. William, in the passenger's seat, politely points out some of the sights. I'm more enthralled with the sights in here. Those yoga pants highlight her ass perfectly. If she wasn't so excited about looking outside I would put up the divider and finger fuck her until we get to the hotel and I can really have my way.
"You'll be staying near Piccadilly circus, Mrs. Grey," William says, "it's sort of like the Times Square of London. Lots of sights to see and plenty of night life."
Ana turns to me. "Are you kidding? How much does that cost?"
"Hey, none of that. You don't get to fret about money on this trip. It makes my palm twitch." With my income, it wasn't unaffordable, but damn, the English love their fucking taxes. However, seeing Ana so excited about Britain…well I would pay my entire fortune to see her happy.
William drops us off at the front of the ritzy Brown's Hotel. After we check in, receiving a "congratties" from the very gay receptionist, I practically drag Ana to the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I whisper, "fuck the paperwork" and devour her luscious lips. We make out until the doors open on the top floor and I pull her to the double doors to our suite. Again, her eyes get wide. She bolts to the window and peers out at Piccadilly Circus. I come up behind her and kiss the top of her head. "Do you like it baby?"
"More than like, Christian, this is amazing."
"See the statue in the middle? It's Eros, god of love." I nibble her earlobe. "And sexual desire." I hear her sigh. I know she loves it when I whisper in her ears. "You can look around. I need to talk to Taylor." I see her flush.
When I enter the main room again, Taylor just finished bringing up our bags. "Thanks Taylor. You can go now."
For a moment he looks confused, then he understands. "Yes, sir, how long will you be…napping?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. You've got the whole day off. Enjoy yourself. Go to your room and rest. See the sights if you like. Grab a bite to eat. Don't worry, I'll compensate you. Oh, and one more thing, make sure no one knows we're here. If anyone asks, you have no clue who Christian Grey is. If they persist, make them sign an NDA. Got it?"
He nods and leaves. Now I have a full twenty four hours to enjoy my new wife. Hell, I have three weeks. Fuck no, I've got a lifetime.
When I go to the fridge to get the champagne I ordered, I hear, "Christian!" Faster than I ever remember, I dash to the bedroom to see Ana rolling on the bed, giggling with glee, clutching the card I left for her next to the flowers. Two dozen peach colored roses. I ordered them for every hotel and then some.
"Christ Ana, don't scare me like that." I run my hands through my hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry. But you didn't tell me." She reads the card theatrically.
Anastasia,
For the first day of happiness,
Here's to a thousand more,
Love, Christian
"Oh, that? It's nothing." I try to act nonchalant. She stands on the bed, grabs the front of my shirt and rains kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and lips.
"No, it's wonderful. She falls back on the bed, clutching the card. "It's like I'm dreaming. Everything is just too perfect. If I'm asleep, don't wake me up."
I crawl on top of her. "Oh, it's just the beginning, baby. I kiss her, deeply. She starts to hug me and kiss me back, but then pushes away. "Wait, I need to get up."
"What? What's wrong?"
She scoots out from underneath me and leaves the bedroom. I follow her and find she's rummaging through her backpack, until she finds the first edition of Tess. She looks at me and says, "I know it's valuable, but it's one of the first gifts you ever gave me. I had to bring it." She kisses the card and tucks it into a random page of the book. "There. Now it's safe."
I've gone back to the fridge to finish with the champagne. Bollinger, our favorite. After popping it and filling two flutes, I take Ana's hand and pull her back to the bedroom. "I've given Taylor the rest of the day off baby. You're mine for the next twenty four hours."
She kisses me quickly. "Christian, I've been yours since I said yes. I've been yours since we met." She backs away a few steps, hooks her fingers into her pants, and drops them. I can just barely see her panties, it's erotic as fuck. She scoots onto the bed and lays back. "Won't you join me, Mr. Grey?"
Fuck me if that isn't the hottest thing ever. Pulling off my shirt, I practically jump on top of her and have my way.
SEVERAL HOURS (AND FUCKS) LATER
Holy hell, I can't get enough of her. I've made love and fucked Ana every which way possible in the suite. We used cable ties, a blindfold, a vibrator, and I even managed to use the shower hose on her pussy. It was awesome. It's late, though. She's tired and we'll be going around London tomorrow so she needs rest. I put by front to her back and kiss her on the cheek. "Sleep, Mrs. Grey." Not long after, I doze off.