Author's notes: It seems like I'm starting every chapter with an apology on why it's so late. I'm trying my best here, guys, but I just started another Fifty Shades fanfic that I'm really, really excited about, and I'm also busy working on a novel that I've been trying to finish for years now! So just bear with me. However, I must say that the constant favorites and followers and the lack of any negative comments has been very helpful with motivating me. I'm going to try to speed things up a bit, and as usual, please tell me if there's anything you want to see! Thanks again, love J.M.

CHAPTER 7

TAYLOR'S POV

Thank goodness she's ready to go. I admit I think it's not only because she's getting tired. He's had his hands all over her all night; honestly, it's like they're horny teenagers. I'd never tell her or the boss, but Luke, Drew, Ryan, and I secretly call them the fuck bunnies. I admit I'd rather have them just go back to the hotel, but she's set on Big Ben and the palace at night. And the boss already told me that I'm going to need to follow that black cab she wanted. He has no idea how pussy whipped he is…or how much of a lifesaver it was to me and everyone else who works for him. Gail is thrilled he's so happy. And Andrea laughs all the time about how much more amendable he's been. Thank fuck for Ana...even when she's being pushy about security.

The only bad thing about her is she's so damn naïve about all the heads turning. Even when he was taking pictures at their wedding that little fucker Jose was practically drooling over her. And then there's Nigel…I'm watching him.

NIGEL'S POV

The hottie just told the boss we'll be heading out. I think he's trying to send me a message. Seriously, though, most American chicks are chubby or have dreadlocks or tattoos, but this one has the most amazing legs I've ever seen. If I was married to her I probably couldn't keep my hands off her, either. I admit I definitely eyed her up and even flirted a little. Most guys say that's unprofessional but regardless of their opinions, I'm still one of the best in London security. Frankly, I'm surprised he's offended by me openly acknowledging her attractiveness. Dude, your woman is hot, and I'm telling you, why get your knickers in a twist?

ANA'S POV

I don't know which view is better: the one outside the SUV or the one inside. Christian is giving me the most smoldering look imaginable. His expression alone is the cause of global warming. The different colored lights from outside are lighting his face up, dimming it, and shining every color imaginable, somehow making him look even sexier. If that was possible. I'm holding his hand while I continually glance at him and then out the window. We round a corner and there it is, wow! All lit up bright with the picturesque background of Kensington Gardens. Buckingham Palace.

Nigel drops us off with Taylor and William and goes to find a place to park. I'm sure they're not nearly as cautious in a place like this. Even in the evening there are armed guards everywhere. I grab Christian's hand and make a beeline for the gate. It's stunning. "Oh, look look look! The guys! The fluffy hat guys!" I flush. I must look so stupid. "Oh, I mean, the guards. What are they called? They look very respectable." I hope they heard me. But there's an entire courtyard of gravel between the gate and the guard standing right at the door.

"The most common are the Scot's Guards," Fifty explains. "They don't have anything on their hats. But there are actually a couple different ones and you can tell the difference depending on the buttons and the color of the feathers on their hats. I can't tell from here, but if you like, when we come during the day we can see the changing of the guard. It's pretty neat, but crowded." He scowls, and I know that he tried to buy a seat and couldn't.

"Oh, here, Taylor, take a picture of us, please?" I hand Taylor my camera. I can tell he's trying to hide a smile. Christian openly groans. I pout and kiss the corner of his mouth, chasing his frown away.

Taylor gets a couple shots of the two of us. Christian stands behind me with his arms around me; he can look straight over my head. Once he's finished, I take one last peek. Christian runs his hands down my arms, making me shiver. "You know I can't wait to move into our palace," he whispers in my ear. I sigh in agreement. We're hoping to move in by Christmas but Elliot thinks we might need to push until 2012. I hope not. I want to get a great big Christmas tree and decorate the entire house with lights and silver bells and suddenly I get a warm vision of cuddling with a beautiful copper haired little boy in front of the fire. We talked about children a little before the wedding but Christian's only real answer was, "maybe one or two down the road". I can tell he's not very enthusiastic about it but I'll give him time. After all, we still joke that he never would have guessed he'd ever get married.

CHRISTIAN'S POV

After Ana gets the photos she wants we tell Taylor to set course for Big Ben. It's probably going to be a little busier than the palace was; it's on a street, not in a park. Seeing Ana's eyes light up when she saw the palace, though; it was everything I wanted for her. Ana seems less enthralled with the sights now. She still gazes out the window, but she also snuggles against me and gives that damn sexy "come hither" look. This better not take too long. I'm afraid to kiss her here in the back of the car; I might get a little carried away.

Again, Ana gets excited. "Look, look Christian there it is! Just like in Peter Pan, oh my gosh!" She squeals, holding my hand so tight that my wedding band rubs into my skin painfully. I don't mind.

As per usual, we are dropped off by Nigel and this time both Taylor and William accompany us. Like Piccadilly Circus, it's busy here, but more businessmen and people heading home from work. Ana gazes at the clock tower passionately.

"It's so pretty. And cleaner than I thought."

"They clean it about every five years, I think. Did you want Taylor to take some pictures?" She nods enthusiastically and I go through the motions for her. I don't like having my picture taken, by anyone. Although there are advantages to having my arms around Ana. Between shots I bite her earlobe or get a chance to smell her amazing hair. I can hear her breathing accelerate. Oh, yeah, we'd better make this quick.

"We can always come back, right?" She asks. Her eyes are smoldering, and I know that my seduction has been a success.

"Of course. We can do whatever you like. It's up to you." I raise my eyebrows and bring on the patented Christian Grey I-need-you-right-now-and-you'll-come-like-a-fucking-train look. Ana may be different than any other woman I've met, but in this case she swoons just like all the others. The only difference is now I'm swooning, too. Who knew?

"I'd like to get the cab then, please." I signal to Taylor and he goes to work. Nigel stands on the pavement and whistles while William finds the SUV and they prepare to follow us.

The cab pulls up and Ana reaches for the door but I stop her. Doesn't she have any idea how to handle these things? I wait a moment so the driver gets out of his car. He's a black man with a heavy London accent. "Where we headed folks? Any luggage? I'm happy to help."

Subtly, so well that no one would think anything of it, Taylor leans against the cab, looking it over, and grins at the driver. "My pal here and his new missus had a little too much of that lovely beer you Brits drink warm. I got a car but I don't want them-how is it you guys put it? Wanking over my shoulder all night. Can you get 'em down to Piccadilly?"

The driver laughs and raises his eyebrows. "Oh, Americans! Man you guys crack me up. No problem. Hop in, sir, I'll get you and the little woman anywhere you need."

Ana giggles. Taylor shakes the cabbies hand and, just to make sure there's no funny business, he adds. "Be right behind you." Jason is a real find. What would I do without him?

ANA'S POV

I loved how Taylor said we were typical drunken Americans. I guess it makes sense. If I didn't know him better, I wouldn't have seen the way he looked the car over. I guess I should be more careful. I never would have thought of something like that. Just hail them and go; that's the way it's always been.

Christian signals that we wait until Taylor, William, and Nigel are in the SUV and ready to go. I can tell he's nervous. But he keeps saying I could do whatever I want. And regardless of that, he's still not letting me take the subway. But I'm sure with the way he's been looking at me all night, he's got other things on his mind. And boy, so do I.

When Christian nods at me, I slide in and he follows. Immediately after the door closes and he tells the driver, "Brown's Hotel, Piccadilly," he grabs my waist and kisses my neck.

"So, where you Americans from?" Christian scowls at the back of the driver's head.

"Seattle," I tell him. I know he's not the most talkative person but he doesn't need to be rude.

"And how long yeh stayin in London?"

"A week," I mumble. Christian has gone back to kissing my neck and running his hand up my leg. He leans back for a moment, points to the driver, shakes his head, and leans in again. I just can't ignore the driver if he asks me something, though. It's not me.

"So, newlyweds? Honeymoon?"

"Y-yes," I say, too loudly. Christian isn't giving up. He's found his way into my panties and his fingers are getting closer…closer…Shit! The driver better not look into the rearview mirror.

"Aw, wonderful," he says. "And what better place for romance? You guys are very lucky."

I'm about to respond again but Fifty puts his finger on my lips and shakes his head. I pucker my lips and kiss and nibble his finger. Deliberately, he turns my hips towards him and gives me a full blown Fifty I-need-you-now kiss. Wow. I decide to start playing my part so I put my hands on his firm biceps and kiss him back. It's all I can do not to moan, but the driver is right there.

Slowly, Christian stops kissing me, but his expression is hard and smoldering. He raises an eyebrow, peers at the driver, then gives the sexiest, most mischievous expression. And before I know it, his fingers are touching me…down there!

I almost gasp but I clamp my hand over my mouth. Fifty, don't do this to me! I can tell he's amused, smug bastard. So I fight fire with fire. I lick my lip and then bite it, and grab his firm erection through his pants. He makes a comical gulp. Then, smirking again, he leans in to kiss nibble my ear. I close my eyes and try to focus on touching him, until he leans back. What on earth? He has my new Big Ben earring between his teeth. I must look shocked because he can't stop laughing.

We slowly pull up to the hotel. I'm trying to think of a way to torture Christian the way he loves to torture me. He's so experienced at everything when it comes to sex. I know I'm definitely not the virgin he first met, but it does still feel like he always has the advantage. And then it comes to me. When Kate and I were trying different flavors for my wedding cake she was telling me about a certain bedroom game I knew I wanted to ask Fifty about.