Author's notes: Just like a promised, another chapter a week! I know I'm doing a lot more Christian than Ana, but during the super touristy parts he's more fun to write about because he's so grumpy about it. Also, we got nothing but Ana in the books, so it makes a nice change. Again, if this, or anything else is bothering you, leave a constructive review. SHOUTY CAPITALS AND MEAN/POINTLESS REMARKS WILL BE IGNORED OR EVEN FROWNED UPON. Again, I really hope you guys like it!

CHAPTER FIVE

CHRISTIAN'S POV

I knew Ana would like London. She's so much more engaging then most women. If I'd taken Leila or Susannah or even Elena to the Tower for a tour they would have gotten bored. Or worse, gushed over the crown jewels and then beg for something just as sparkling. But not Anastasia. She was so intrigued and the only thing she wanted was some fucking pointless postcards. But I suppose I can't win on everything.

I lead her down the street, tucking her under my arm. This isn't a bad part of the city but I still want to be careful. When we were on the tour I could see a group of stupid little teenagers on some field trip eye banging her. If Charles wasn't there I would have gone over and taught them some manners. Hell, I should have. But it would have spoiled Ana's good mood.

We stop at a corner a few blocks away. "Here we are. The Hung Drawn and Quartered. This place has great reviews."

"Not the most welcoming title," she muses. I can't tell if she's joking or not.

"I know, but I think that's just because we're so close to the Tower. Come." We enter and the pub is cozy and thankfully quiet this early. I imagine when evening comes it will be swarming with men coming for a drink after work. On the dark paneled walls are several paintings. Some are of English historical figures while others have scenes of Elizabeth the first before she became queen. Ana studies them closely.

"That's Thomas Moore. I read his book Utopia in college. And that's when Elizabeth was imprisoned by her sister. Guess it all goes with the theming. Pretty cool to think we just saw those actual places."

We sit in the corner, away from the bar where some men are chatting. Thankfully they don't give us any attention. I order English white wine for Ana and I and we both decide on Shepherd's pie.

For once, Ana digs in. "This is great. I love it." After finishing about a quarter of it, she sits back.

"That's all you're going to eat? You haven't eaten anything all day."

"Please, please don't do this to me, Christian. You asked me to relax, how am I supposed to do that with you hounding me about me eating? Honestly, you're as bad as Ray."

I sit forward. "Ray asks you the same thing? Ana, if both your father and your husband point it out, don't you think there's a problem?"

She pouts and crosses her arms. "No, Mr. Grey, I don't, because I'm an adult and regardless of my obsessive, control freak husband, I think I should be able to get through a meal without your constant badgering."

She's so defensive and independent. On one hand, it's exciting and even a little sexy. On the other, it's damned irritating. Strangely, though, a small part of me is elated that I get to argue with her for the rest of our lives. What a weird feeling.

I quickly finish my pie and eye her speculatively while I finish my wine. She raises an eyebrow, takes one more bite, and makes a show of putting down her fork. "Where to next, Mr. Grey?"

I can't help but grin. "Well, Mrs. Grey, we have a couple options…"

"Can we go to Piccadilly Circus?"

I have to set my mouth to resist gaping at her. "Well…we could see a play on West End. Didn't you mention you always wanted to see Wicked? Or, Harrod's might be open. Or…"

"No, Christian, I want to see Piccadilly Circus at night. Please? Just one night. We don't need to stay long I just want to see it. And…can we take a black cab to go see Big Ben? I mean, I know we're going to see it during the day but…wait, what about Buckingham Palace? I mean, I've heard they're so pretty at night, and, well, it's the first night of our honeymoon. Kind of romantic, don't you think?"

"Ana…" Taylor, Nigel, and William are seated in the corner, not too far away from us. I imagine they wouldn't want to hear this. "It's one of the busiest parts of the city. Are you sure? We can go for a bit tomorrow, during the day."

"Christian, I know you're worried, but we won't stay long, I promise. I just want to see it. And Taylor and the guys will be with us the whole time. I'll hold Taylor's hand if you want me to." She winks.

I run one of my hands through my hair and take a breath. "Okay. We'll have Taylor and the others drive us to Piccadilly and then Parliament and Buckingham Palace. From there we'll let them go and we can take your black cab ride. Is that okay?"

She takes my hand. "Thank you. Christian…I know this is hard. Really. But…well if there's anything you really don't want to do, it's okay. I just want you to be happy."

I lean forward and give her a long, lingering kiss. "Hey, I want you to be happy. I can't promise I won't be a jealous, possessive control freak, though." She giggles. I leave a fifty pound note on the table, take her hand and, waving to Taylor, we exit.

I know Ana is enthralled with the city, however, I have to say I'm glad when she seems more interested in me on the way across London. As soon as we pull out into traffic (on the left side of the road), she scooches over and puts her hand on my thigh. I rise like a fucking rocket. Honestly, I used to have so much self-control. With Ana it's like I'm a teenager again, loping around like a horny dog.

She takes my hand and nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply. Ana is always talking about how much she loves my "smell". Not sure if it's body wash or aftershave but if it gets her excited, I'm all for it. I suppose it goes both ways, however, because regardless of whether or not Ana wears perfume or changes her shampoo, she smells divine.

I tip her chin up and give her a kiss. A kiss that I intended to be brief but goes a lot longer than either of us thought. Then I kiss the inside of her mouth. Ana blushes and sneaks a glance at the front seat. Taylor and William are stoically keeping their eyes on the road. I distract Ana by kissing her below her ear and sliding my hand from her knee to her behind and back again, slowly…

Dammit, she's so tempting. Just as I'm considering going a bit further, Ana tears her lips from mine peers out my window, putting her ass on full display.

"Wow, the buildings are all lit up! It's so pretty."

"We'll drive through the center circle and drop you off nearby," William says. He rounds a corner and there it is. I can see our suite window from here. The place is packed with street performers, tourists, locals looking for a good time, police officers, and everything in between. On one side, just over the entrance of the Ripley's Believe It or Not! Museum is a huge video screen displaying different advertisements. We peel around the center with the Eros statue and Ana is fixated on something nearby.

Just off the circle, William pulls over and Taylor, Ana, and I get out. He pulls away to find a place to park. I'm not comfortable with just Taylor in a place like this, but I can tell by his tense stance and his shifted gaze he's prepared for anything. This probably wasn't his first choice of destination. Then again, I told him in my office the day before we left. I want Ana to be happy, and you're not going to argue.

Ana is rearing to go. When I put my arm around her, she slides her hand into the back pocket of my jeans. I'm starting to think that black cab ride might not be such a bad idea. It would be a great place for me to get her all ready to go and then once we get back to the hotel we'll both get some relief.