Author's notes: Guys, I can't apologize enough for the very, VERY, long delay on this chapter. And I would have made it longer, but I knew I needed to post something because regardless of my horrible timing and false promises, I'm still getting nothing but favorites and followers and no hate whatsoever, so thank you. Now this time I won't promise that I will post a new chapter each week, however, I will do my best to post more. Thanks to the Christmas season, a new job interview, and a family reunion coming up I'm swamped, but writing is still my number one priority. I should also mention that I came up with some great ideas for two NEW Fifty Shades fan fictions, so I need to tell myself not to focus on those until this one is complete. But you guys have been nothing but kind, understanding, and encouraging, so thank you for that. As always, Christian, Ana, and I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 6

Before I can even ask Ana if she knows where she wants to go, she's dragging me across the sidewalk near the main circle. I plant my feet to the ground to make her stop. "Ana, Ana, Ana! Hold up. Not so fast. I don't want Taylor falling behind."

"Are you saying Taylor can't run as fast as I can?" She raises an eyebrow.

I run my hands through my hair again. This woman alone will make me go bald. "I'm saying, Mrs. Grey, that it's crowded, and he has a lot more to focus on than just keeping up with you."

I can see a response forming in her head, but I can also see it morph into understanding and even a little embarrassment. She has no idea how much she reveals, how much her expression shows what she's thinking. I remember when we first met and I took her for coffee I couldn't tell at all, not unless she was looking right at me. Jeez, was that only a few months ago?

Taylor catches up and he gives me a half apologetic, half grateful look. I'm not sure I should be more upset with him or Anna. She's going to be the death of him, if the stress doesn't kill me first.

"Okay, he's here, can we keep going?" Ana starts to pull me again, only not so forcefully. I'm betting she wants to go to wherever she was looking out the window earlier. H&M, perhaps? There's a really big one nearby, although shopping has never been Ana's thing. Maybe she saw a bookstore.

I wish she'd seen a bookstore.

The place Ana was so enthralled with, and the place Ana has taken Taylor and me to, is Cool Britannia. It's one of the largest tourist shops in the city. The kind of place I roll my eyes at.

I've never seen so many Union Jacks in my entire life. Seriously, and I thought we Americans loved our flag, this is just outrageous. Ironically, most of it is made in China. The shelves hold dozens of miniature Big Bens, Buckingham Palaces, and St. Paul's Catherals. There's an entire section of the store dedicated to everything and anything plastered with Will and Kate. Honestly, who wants a fucking mug or a throw blanket covered with people they've never met? Another corner holds everything with Queen Elizabeth. Even bobbleheads. Why the hell would anyone want a bobblehead of Elizabeth? What's the fucking point? I'm trying to see this from a business standpoint and I still can't wrap my head around it. Ana is prancing around, enthralled and excited like the other tourists. I sneak a glance at Taylor and he makes no effort to hide rolling his eyes.

"Christian! Do you like these?" I look at Ana and nearly puke. She's holding a pair of boxers with the Union Jack on them…in my size.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. "Ana…I really don't."

She playfully pinches my arm. "Relax. You're so grumpy. I was just teasing. Besides, I'm not sure boxers are your style." She lowers her voice and breathes, "I really like your underwear."

"Really?" I whisper. "You mean when I wear it or you?" And she giggles. God, I love that sound.

Ana ends up getting a shirt in both our sizes that say LONDON, ENGLAND. I insisted to her that I wouldn't wear mine that often (or at all) but she insisted on getting it. The thing was only thirteen pounds, it's not like I can't afford it. Near the register she gets excited about a pair of earrings that look like Big Ben. I don't say anything, I just hand the guy my credit card. I can buy Ana diamonds and emeralds, and she insists on this. But, seeing her so excited, it's worth it. I help her put them in and then take the opportunity to nibble on them and kiss her beneath her ear. I can hear her gasp. Yes! This slow, public seduction is actually pretty satisfying. But not nearly as satisfying as actually having her will be.

When we exit the shop I help her cross the street (very carefully) onto the circle in the middle. She peers at the statue of Eros and then at the other sights. There's a jumbotron above the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum just like in New York City. I make a mental note that I want to take Anastasia there as well.

She snaps dozens of pictures while I watch. Then she points the lense at me and snaps dozens more of me standing in the middle. Part of me wants to tell her not to attract so much attention; she's making it pretty obvious she's a tourist. Another part of me can't help but laugh.

"Hey, it's going to look like Taylor took these. Give it here." She hands me her camera and before she can react I start taking them of her. At first she's embarrassed, blushing and looking down but still smiling. Then she makes me laugh by blowing a kiss to the camera; I know what my new desktop background is. After a moment I hand it back to her.

"You must think I'm cheesy," she says, "I know I'm such a tourist."

"It's your first time here, why not enjoy it? Besides, it's actually kind of fun coming with someone who's never been. Keeps things interesting. But let's get going, I think Taylor is going to have a coronary."

ANASTASIA'S POV

I look at Taylor and he's very stern, peering every which way, on guard. Nigel and William are around, but I can imagine this place probably wasn't his first choice. And I'm probably just making it worse by so obviously advertising my non-Britishness. I peer at my engagement ring. The rock is huge. Sometimes I get a little self-conscious about it in places like this. I remember at a bar I went to with Kate before the wedding a woman said, "I bet it cost the guy a lot more than his balls". I tried turning it around after that but it upset Christian.

I peer up at my sexy new husband. He's been griping about guys looking at me ever since we left, but he has no idea how much women ogle him. Every single waitress flutters her eyelashes no matter what their age. The woman at the Tower gift shop must have been at least sixty. Christian ignored her but she looked at me and said, "Your husband is just so handsome. He must have so many admirers." I smiled politely, but I wanted to say something like, "yeah but he only needs one wife." Kate would.

Christian puts his arm around me and holds me close while we walk down the street. It's full of people, but we have three security guards and no one seems to recognize Christian. Not like in Seattle where the news of our engagement practically had me trapped between Escala and SIP. Even though the buildings are very European looking, the shops are familiar. We pass an H & M, a Forever 21, and a Lush within just two blocks. Among all the shops are several different pubs with some interesting names. They're much more creative than the ones in America. I see a Rose & Crown, a Dancing Donkey, and one named the Three Kings; the sign has a picture of Henry VIII, Richard I, and Elvis, making me giggle.

Whenever I stop to take a picture or peer into a window, Christian seizes the opportunity to squeeze my behind, nibble my ear, or kiss my neck. He's been seducing me all night long and pretty soon I won't be able to concentrate on the sights. He takes several pictures of me in front of the West End theater posters for Wicked and Les Miserables and then tells Taylor we can head to Buckingham Palace.