A/N: Hello lovelies. I have been crazy busy, but have been tapping away like a mad woman trying to get this out tonight because we are going away for the weekend. Apologies if it comes across as a little rushed and unedited.

Thank you as always for your reviews, and for taking the time to read my story xxx. You are all amazing.

I read your opinions on including K&E, I have decided to focus on Ana and Christian this chapter with a small appearance from K&E and cover them in the next chapter through a conversation between 2 of them. I think it'll work without taking the focus off of our fav couple.

Chapter 40 - Distracting Grey

CPOV

Walking up to the front door I see a sheet of paper attached to it by a strip of cello tape. Ripping it off I hold it up and read it.

Mr Grey,

You are to go straight upstairs. No where else, straight up! Leave your brief case at the bottom of the stairs. No work tonight.

Ana xox

I key in the pin for the door and stroll in. Leaving my satchel at the bottom of the stairs I run up 2 at a time. I'm curious as to why I have to go straight up. Is she trying to limit a fight to upstairs if she's chopped her hair off? Fuck, she better not have. I mean I know it's her hair, but I like it long.

I open the door cautiously - taking deep breaths. I will not explode. I will not explode. I repeat over and over before stepping in.

My eyes widen when I see what's waiting for me. The room dimmers are turned down low and there is a black waffle throw on the bed with a covered silver platter resting on it.

Music is drifting softly throughout the room. Someone singing about building a Lego house - I like it. There are candles flickering on the dressers emitting a faint vanilla smell.

A pair of my pyjama pants are folded up on the end of the bed with a card on top.

'Put these on'

I shrug my suit coat off and place it on the bed - followed by my tie, pants, shirt and boxers. I pull my pyjama pants on then move toward my dresser to grab a shirt.

"Uh uh." Ana leans against the door frame of the bathroom, waving her finger side to side at me.

"No t-shirt. I love your body, I want to see it." She purrs. Grinning I shut my dresser and look back up to her. She is wearing a gray camisole and her black yoga pants. Her hair is down. It is slightly shorter but not by much and frames her face more. It looks fucking great. I don't know what I was worried about, I knew she wouldn't get it all cut off on me.

"Your hair looks great baby. You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She smiles, a dazzling smile that makes my heart skip a beat. "Are you hungry." She asks, sauntering into the room.

"Starving." I growl, checking her ass out as she passes me.

"I'm pleased to hear that Mr Grey. Please, pull up a pillow." She giggles and points to the bed where the silver platter is.

"Dinner in bed?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Mm hmm. Come...sit." She pats the bed.

I follow her instruction and sit on the bed, leaning back on the pillows and head board.

"Would you like a drink babe?" She asks, walking over to the wall refrigerator.

"Whatever your having baby." I reply. Not wanting to drink wine knowing that she can't. She returns with two bottles of apple juice.

"Your drink Sir." She smirks, handing me the bottle.

"Thank you baby, this is nice." I wave my hand in a circle - acknowledging the room.

"I'm glad you like it because I'm not letting you leave this room tonight." She winks. "We have dinner, then dessert, followed by a nice bath, movie then my favourite pass time - you." She leans over and runs her finger down my nose, tapping the tip.

"Really? Well I'm all yours Mrs Grey. Use me in whatever way you please."

"Oh I will." She grins then runs her tongue over her lip. "But first, let me feed you."

She reaches over and pulls the cover from the platter. I can't see the food over the fantastic view of her ass.

"Mmmm my fav." I joke, leaning forward and gently biting a cheek.

"Hey." She giggles. "Patience." I slump back still looking at her butt. "Open up." I open my mouth. She turns and places a piece of grilled lamb into my mouth. I clamp down on it and chew slowly. The Moroccan spices zing my taste buds. It's fucking delicious.

"More?" She asks.

"Mmm hmmm." I mumble still chewing.

I swallow my mouthful as she holds the fork up with another piece of lamb - this piece she's dipped in a yoghurt sauce. I open my mouth and she places it in my mouth but not before brushing it over my bottom lip.

"Oops." She smirks, her eyes alight with mischief. I chew then swallow, watching her - watching me. She leans forward and runs her tongue over my lip, sweeping up the yoghurt she purposely left there.

"Uhhhh." I growl as she sucks on my lip. She pulls away and turns back to the platter.

I slap her ass as she turns. "Behave." She admonishes.

She returns with what I think is a small cube of roast potato. "Aren't you going to eat baby?" I manage to say before the shoves the potato into my mouth.

"Yes." She purrs.

She swipes my chest with her finger leaving a trail of yoghurt. She leans forward and licks it off then pops a piece of lamb in her mouth. I watch her lips as she chews it slowly, her eyes close and she drops her head back slightly. God damn she's sexy.

We continue eating like this. Her feeding me, and eating off my chest - Me eating and watching her, getting turned on more and more with every mouthful.

When we've finished the lamb and roast vegetable medley she climbs on top of my lap and sits astride me.

"Are you ready for dessert or would you like a bath first?" She asks, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I'm quite liking this." I cup her backside and rock her forward so she rubs against my erection.

"Bath it is." She brings her face to mine and kisses me softly. Her lips coaxing mine open into a passionate, sensual kiss. "Bath." She growls when my hands start exploring.

"Wait here." She climbs off of my lap and jogs up to the bathroom. I lie back on the pillows and listen to the bath running, the smooth voice Bruno Mars crooning faintly.

"Bath is ready." Ana announces from the door causing me to push myself up.

When I stand she is gone. Dragging my feet to the bathroom I find her already in the tub. Her head poking out of a mass of bubbles - her hair now piled on top of her head.

"Scoot forward baby." I drop my pants and climb in behind her - placing my legs either side of hers and pulling her up against me.

"How was your day baby?" I ask, my hands soaping up her shoulders.

"Mmmm," she hums, relaxing into my touch.

"Good, Kate and I haven't had a girls day in a long time. I miss it." Her head falls back onto my chest as my hands move over and down to her breasts.

"I knew you were getting your haircut when I viewed the video of Phoebe. I'm pleased you didn't get to much cut off." She giggles at the relief in my voice. I kiss her shoulder.

"I'm glad you like it. It was getting too long. It needed cutting - but I like to please you, you are the one who has to look at me after all."

"Eh, your okay on the eye. It's a hard job but somebody has to do it." I joke.

She turns around awkwardly and splashes my face. Laughing, I splash her back, covering her face in soapy water and bubbles. Gasping, she uses the back of her arm to wipe her face.

"Bully." She snorts.

"Baby you splashed me first."

"The difference is - you deserved it." She pouts playfully.

"That's a matter of opinion." I chuckle and pull her on to me. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Lowering my head I kiss a path from her collar bone, to her breast - then gently suck on her perfectly pink nipple.

"Christian." She whimpers, her hands weaving through my hair.

"I need you Ana." I mumble, kissing across to her other nipple. I look up to her captivating eyes - which are gazing down at my mouth. I wait for her to give me a sign she wants this also. I don't have to wait long. Pulling me to her she kisses me with fervour pouring every thing she feels into our connection. I return her intensity - kissing her passionately. Without breaking our connection she rises up on her knees and grabbing hold of my cock lowers herself on to me. She brings her hands to rest on my chest. She just sits there - barely moving, kissing me and its feel fucking amazing.

"You feel so good." She moans, gently rolling her hips.

"Look at me, baby." I cup her face and tilt her head up so I can look into her eyes. She peers up at me through her thick dark lashes - Her eyes really are the most unbelievable shade of baby blue. I could look at them all day. Her face is covered in a sheen of beaded moisture, glowing. She is absolute perfection.

Our eyes remained glued as her rocking intensifies. Her lips part slightly and her breathing speeds up with every rolls of her hips.

I groan as she clenches her walls around me and tilt my pelvis to her -reciprocating her need. Her fingers trail from my chest to my shoulders, up my neck and past my ears to my hair where she grasps on and begins to use her knees to move herself up and down, up and down. The now tepid water swirls around us, splashing up and over the tub.

I run my thumb along her bottom lip. "Come for me baby. Let me see what you feel." She blinks - her eyes glowing as she rolls her hips one more time. Her thighs tremble softly, her lips part and she whimpers.

"That's right baby, feel me." I groan, her intensifying orgasm triggering my own. It's not earth shattering, it's better. It's a slow, intense wave that goes on and on. It's love, not sex. It's magical.

"Oh Christian." She mutters, resting her head in the crook of my neck.

"I know baby, I know."

APOV

Christian and I are sprawled out on the bed. Him in his pyjama pants, and me in a pair of my new panties and a camisole. We are watching a movie on the big screen that is usually hidden in the foot board of the bed. One push of the remote and it rises up. We generally don't use it as we always find ways to entertain ourselves in the bedroom. There have been a few nights that Christian has turned it on to watch an international sporting match at some godly hour in the morning, but other than that it just collects dust. We have made love 4 times already and quite frankly I'm a little worn out.

"I'm just going to run down and grab my bag baby, I need you to sign something."

"Um, no. You cant." I squeak.

"Why not?"

"Because I said no work tonight and I meant it. You're all mine."

"Ana, it'll take five seconds. I want you to sign it now so I don't forget."

"What is it?" I ask.

"An NDA." He replies. "Gideon Cross, the other pompous billionaire doing the photo shoot with us wants us to sign it. They signed one from us." He explains.

"Set a reminder in your phone for the morning. I'll sign it at breakfast."

"I could, but that would require me to go downstairs and get my phone." He sighs.

"Okay, use mine then."

"Where is it?" He scans the beside table tops where it usually sits when I am up here.

"Crap. It's in the kitchen on the bench."

"Just let me go down. I'll be straight back up. I promise." He runs his hand up and down my thigh

"No." I shake my head.

"Is there something going on down there?" He asks, suspecting something.

"No." I shrug.

"Ana." He growls.

"Christian." I growl back. "No." I mouth.

"You can tell me, or I can go down there. Your choice. Your defensive stance has piqued my interest." He smirks, enjoying my reaction.

"Fine. If I tell you, you must promise not to go down there, not to give anyone any beef, and for goodness sakes - do not over react." I roll my eyes.

"Me - over react?" He snorts.

"No...never. You are the king of calm." I stifle a laugh.

"Are you making fun of me?" He narrows his eyes and raises an eyebrow. Oh shit. He starts laughing and nudges my shoulder when he sees my face drop. Oh thank god he was playing, but it's given me an idea to distract him.

"Lie down." I command. He blinks, his eyes now piercing mine, studying my expression carefully.

He puffs up the pillows and lays back, his hands raised up and tucked under his head.

I love his body - His muscular arms, defined pecs and sculptured abdomen. He is really is the definition of male perfection and he's all mine.

"Don't move." I purr. I jump off the bed and run into the closet. Grabbing the black marker pen from my drawer I return to the bed and sit astride him.

"Mine." I lean down and press my lips to his.

"Yours." He exhales on my lips. "Always."

I hold up the marker. He looks baffled. "Mine." I mouth again, pulling the cap from the pen. I hold the marker over his heart and look to him for acceptance. He exhales and nods. I lower the marker to his chest, above his heart and write - Ana's - in the nicest script I can manage.

"Pass it here." He opens out his hand for the marker. "Lie back." He smirks. I turn around and lie back with my knees bent. He grabs my ankles and yanks me down, causing a squeal to escape mouth. He sits astride my knees, then leaning forward tugs my panties down.

"Keep still." He admonishes as I wiggle myself back to get a little more comfortable.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on either side of my hips with his face above my sex and blows gently - causing an involuntary groan. He lowers the marker to just above my sex where there would otherwise be hair - until I experienced the benefits of waxing, and writes a message on my skin.

"What did you write?" I ask, breathy and aroused.

"Would you like to see?" He smirks. "I could get a mirror?"

Do I really want to see my vagina up close and personal? Before I have a chance to decide he reaches over to his bed side dresser and opens the top drawer - pulling out an oval mirror. What the heck is he doing with a mirror in his drawer?

"Look." Screwing up my face up I peek down at the mirror and see he has signed his signature - Christian Grey. I smile. Still holding up the mirror with one hand he picks up the marker with the other and continues writing. Above his signature he writes - Property of.

"Christian." I laugh.

"What? Who's going to see it? It looks good." He hums, his eyes on my sex. "See how beautiful you are," he runs his finger down my sex while I watch in the mirror. Wow, it does look kind of hot. He drags his finger back up my folds and stops at my clit, massaging it with the tip of his finger.

"Aahhhhh." I moan, god, all the earlier sex has made me so sensitive down there.

"Hush baby. Keep watching." He continues massaging, flicking and pinching. I feel myself building fast.

"Eyes on the mirror baby." He growls when my eyes shoot to the ceiling.

He moves his fingers from my clit and inserts 2 into my sex. Rubbing my wall on that sweet spot that only he knows. I can't take anymore. I groan watching my sex contract around his fingers, pulsing as I shake from trying to control my orgasm.

"So sexy." He groans, dropping the mirror on the bed and leaning in to kiss my sex. He drags himself up the bed so that he is lying next to me.

"Did you like watching that?" He asks glancing up at me.

I nod, slightly embarrassed that I was aroused by watching myself.

"Don't be embarrassed baby, that was hot, you are hot...and all my mine, signed, sealed and orgasmed." He laughs and I giggle.

I close my eyes, and feel myself drifting off. God, I'm so tired. Christian runs his fingers lightly up and down my side, the rhythm of his strokes sending me into a light slumber.

CPOV

I watch as Ana drifts off to sleep. I could lie here and watch her all night. I sit up and pull her panties on carefully, trying not to wake her. I kiss her forehead then head out to get my work satchel. I may as well do some work while Ana is sleeping. I tip toe down the stairs and pick up my bag.

I am about to head back up when I hear a bottle smash from the kitchen. I rush in there and see Kate standing by the counter.

"Shit, are you okay?" I hurry around the breakfast bar to see the damage and help her clean it up.

"Fuck...sorry." I mumble when I see the garter straps hanging from her legs that are barely covered by Elliot's shirt.

"I'm sorry, I tried to carry the bottle... I, ah... Please let me clean it up."she mutters embarrassed.

"Everything alright in here babe, I heard a smash. Oh...hey what's up little bro. You finally came out for air." Elliot smirks.

"Fuck up Elliot. Help your wife clean up the glass. Her arm is broken for goodness sake." I growl.

"Ah... ". He sounds hesitant.

"Elliot," I growl.

"Babe, I'm going to need these removed first." He mumbles.

"So embarrassing." Kate mutters under her breath, looking very beet red. What the fuck is going on here?

"Get what off?" He jiggles his arms which are behind his back. I step backwards and take a look behind his back.

"Bro..." I chuckle. "Pink suits you." I stare at the pink fluffy handcuffs securing his wrists behind his back. Kate walks over and fiddles with the key.

"Fuck up." He snorts.

"Christian Grey!" Ana's voice startles me from behind. "I can't believe you came down." She growls. I turn and she is standing with her hands on her hips behind me. She has put on the tiniest pair of white shorts, - her legs distracting me from the murderous look on her face.

"Ana, it's fine." Kate sighs. "Christian came running down when I dropped a bottle. He was going to help me clean it up."

Okay, well technically I was already down here but I'll roll with that. Thank you Kate!

"Sorry babe." Her stance softens and she strolls over to me looking sleepy and sexy hell. "I'll go and get the broom." She says looking down at the broken glass. She leaves to the utility room and comes back with the little dustpan and brush set.

"Let me." I take the brush from Ana.

"Thank you." She smiles when I return from disposing of the broken glass.

"I'm going to head to bed." Kate yawns. "I'm beat. Thank you Ana."

"You're welcome." Ana winks.

"I'm going to hit the sack too." Elliot fakes a yawn.

"Don't forget your pink accessory." I chuckle, motioning to the fluffy handcuffs on the breakfast bar. "I don't want Teddy seeing shit like that lying around."

He picks the handcuffs up. His face flush with embarrassment. Ana is stifling a laugh beside me.

"Night all." He mumbles.

"Night pansy."

"Up yours." He mouths off before sweeping out of the room.

"It's hard to believe you are a successful business man sometimes." Ana giggles. "You two can be so immature."

"It's all because of you baby." I smirk.

"Me?"

"Yes you. I changed when I met you. I used to be so closed off from everyone. You taught me how to open up... Have fun."

"You have changed a lot." She muses. "Do you miss being so...serious...in control."

I think about her question. Do I? I don't think so. I may not be in control of everything like I once was - but I'm happy. Happier than I ever thought possible.

"No. I love our life...and I do have control, when it matters. I love that I can relax, and laugh and joke. I love that I can do that with you... I used to think in order to be as successful as I am... We are... That I needed to put work before anything else... I was wrong. Baby, we are making more money than ever and I'm not working all day and night to achieve it. I have a life outside of GEH... A life I wouldn't trade for anything. I can act like a clown with my brother, play with my children, spend time with my beautiful wife..." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "And still make a shit load of money."

She gazes at me. "Thank you." She murmurs.

"What for baby?"

"For choosing me to be your more."

Her eyes radiate complete sincerity. "Come to bed." I whisper huskily.

"Again?" She arches an eyebrow.

"I just want to hold you Ana." I laugh. "To be honest, I'm a little knackered out myself. Come lie with me. I want to watch something, we can put it on in the room."

"Oh god, not that porn your mother sent?" She snickers.

"No. Something better." I take her hand and lead her up the stairs - picking up my work satchel on the way.

She climbs on to the bed and gets herself comfortable. I take my Mac out of my satchel and plug it into the television.

"So what are we watching?" She snuggles into my side and rests her head on my chest.

"The day you made me the luckiest man alive and the happiest person on the planet." I kiss the top of her head. "Our wedding day." I whisper, flicking through my video files with the remote.

"You have our wedding video on your computer."

"I sure do. It goes every where with me. Although I haven't watched it in a while."

"Wow...that's sweet...and sexy, just like you." She kisses my chest.

"And you..." I push play and lie back, eager to relive the first day of the best days of my life.

Ana wipes a tear from her face when we are pronounced husband and wife. I lower my chin and rest it on her head.

"We've come along way." She whispers, her tone reminiscent.

"We certainly have. We have two amazing children and another will be joining us soon."

"We'll know when tomorrow. I have an appointment with Dr Greene just before lunch."

"I want to be there, what time?"

"Quarter to twelve. I'd love it if you could make it."

"I wouldn't miss it baby. Shall I come pick you up from work." I suggest.

"I'd like that. We could have lunch?"

"Sounds perfect." I close my eyes and listen to Ana's breathing.

"I'm soooo tired." She slurs, sleepily.

"Sleep beautiful." I whisper, dozing off myself.

"luff you." She mumbles.

"Love you more." I drift off, our wedding day playing again - on repeat.