A/N: Guys! I am so so sorry I haven't updated in like 2 days. I had a late night Monday and Tuesday there were bad storms coming through knocking out some power. I finally found some time though and I hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you for being the best! ~Whit
The butterflies continue to flutter in my stomach as I gaze out at the scenery in front of me. It's beautiful, but Christian has lit the fire inside me and all I can think of is how our night will end.
"Come. Let's eat." He leads me through the sky deck and we walk to a restaurant called, "SkyCity".
Inside the restaurant, the lighting is muted and there a huge windows all around us, surrounding the tables. Christian leads me to a table that is right next to a large window. The view is just so amazing, especially now that the sun is beginning to slowly sink. The city is washed in a dusty gold and pink color that's emitting from the sky. I look to Christian as he scans over the menu. Seeing him in this aurora of small light from the lamp on our table makes me want him even more and I'm squirming in my seat.
"Patience, Mrs. Grey." He utters under his breath, smirking at me. I sigh, exasperated, and look back out the window. I furrow my brow.
"What is it, Ana?" Christian asks, a slight hint of laughter in his voice.
"This isn't the same view? How am I looking at the sound now? I was just… are we spinning?!" I'm confused, but shocked that this restaurant could possibly be spinning. Christian chuckles at me and I glance back to him, my mouth agape.
"The restaurant spins to give you a panoramic view of Seattle. It's quite amazing how the technology does that." He trails off, surely thinking about new technologies of our decade. Soon, the waitress appears. She's quite short, probably smaller than me, and she has shoulder-length, shiny, auburn hair. Her light, honey-colored eyes are her most noticeable feature, except for the plum-colored lip smile that she's giving my husband. I cock my eyebrow at her and frown.
"A glass of Sauvignon Blanc and a glass of water." Christian states to her, clearly ignoring her blatant staring. He gazes at my expression to her and holds in his giggle. She looks at up to us, blushes, and scurries off.
"Are you jealous, Mrs. Grey?" He quizzes me with a raised eyebrow. I scoff.
"Actually, no, Mr. Grey. Just staking my claim is all." I rest my chin in my hand and find his leg under the table. I lightly run my fingers up it and his jaw tenses.
"Ana." He growls, effectively catching my hand. "Not over there, come here." He scoots over and I stand up, making my way to the other side of the table. He grins, watching me sit down. I continue my delicate touch when the waitress comes with the two glasses. I rest my hand on Christian's thigh and she looks in dismay at us. Finally, she pours our wine and looks to us to order.
"For my wife, wild mushroom risotto. For me, the 8 oz. tenderloin. Medium-well, please." Christian is so commanding when ordering. It's kind of hot. I continue my torture, eventually skimming his crotch. I feel how hard he is through his pants and I give him a side smirk. The waitress writes down our order and scurries away. I look up at Christian.
"Why can't I have a steak, too?" I know what he will say. He takes his fork and points it at my expanding belly. I sigh.
"Christian one steak that is well done would have been fine. Just because there is a slight chance that it would be raw doesn't mean it would kill me or the baby." I ramble, exasperated. Christian's eyes get darker and he gives me his 'dominant' look.
"Ana, there is still the risk. I don't like to take any chances." He cups my belly and I roll my eyes, sighing.
"Oh, Mrs. Grey. I do believe my palm has begun to twitch." I try to suppress my smile, but I can't. I run my finger along the inside of Christian's gray khakis. I feel his breathing start to accelerate when I find my goal. I stroke his tip with my thumb and he suppresses a moan. It's difficult to stroke him, but I do the best I can, trying to hide us. I'm sure we look like two love-birds in the corner. With my free hand, I pick up my water and take a small sip, running my other hand over Christian's tip again and again.
"Ana. Stop." Christian whispers, but I'm not finished with him. I push my fork off the table, letting it fall underneath my feet.
"Oops." I whisper, biting my lip and lowering my head under the table. I quickly unbutton Christian's pants and bury him in my mouth. He quietly hisses through his teeth and his fierce gray eyes meet my eager blues. He mouths, "Make this quick", to me and I sheer my teeth on his, smashing my tongue on his tip. His hand pushes my head down around him and I feel him hit the back of my throat. He mouths to me again and I think he said, "Oh god Ana". He hits the back of my throat a few more times and I hollow my cheeks, sucking every drop from him. He tenses and then releases his sweet liquid into my mouth. I willingly swallow every drop and wipe my mouth with my hand, smiling up at him as I do. I quickly grab my fork and pop back up from under the table. I quickly look around, searching for anyone who may have enjoyed our show, but everyone is more interested in their food or the view. I giggle and Christian looks at me in awe.
"You're so brave, Ana. So naughty. You never cease to amaze me." His tone is hushed, but sweet and I bat my lashes at him.
"Anything for you, Sir." I whisper and he groans again. Soon, Miss plum lips is back with our food. I quickly pick up my fork and Christian glares at me.
"Also, another fork for my wife, please." I drop it back onto the napkin and giggle. The waitress nods and she exits our view. Christian begins to cut his steak into pieces and it looks so delicious. I also notice that it seems nearly well-done, so I test my luck.
"May I have just one bite, Sir." I try my best to look cute and give him my small pout. He grumbles and begins to look for the most cooked piece. He stabs it with his fork and pops it into my mouth. The taste is absolutely delicious and I make "Mmmm" sounds in my throat. Christian smiles and pops a piece into his mouth.
"This is delicious." He states with a mouthful of steak. I nod my head and soon, my brand new non-germ infested fork is here.
"Thank you." I acknowledge to the waitress and her cheeks lightly color with pink. Christian waves her off and we are alone again. My risotto smells amazing and I'm so excited to dig in. Delicious creamy mushroom fills my mouth and I close my eyes, savoring the taste. I realize I am starving. I take a few more rapid bites and Christian chuckles.
"I'd knock you up many times more to see you eating like this all the time." He smirks and rubs my belly once again. I feel Phoebe move underneath me and Christian and I both feel her, watching in wonder.
"I think she likes risotto, too!" Christian and I both giggle quietly and I continue eating.
After a few more minutes and staring out at the view, Christian and I have both finished our meals. He collects the check and hands the waitress his black AmEx. It's still a little early to go back to Escala and I'm curious.
"Where to next, Mr. Grey?" I ask, my curiosity taking over.
"Well, Mrs. Grey, I have rented us a private cruise ship for a few hours. We'll sail around the sound for a little and then come back to Escala to spend the night." His eyes twinkle and wait patiently for my reaction. My mouth pops open in shock and I throw my arms around Christian's neck.
"Oh Christian! That is so amazing. Thank you so so much." I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me.
"For you, Mrs. Grey, anything." He tips my chin up and I kiss him again, passion exploding like fireworks around our kiss. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore more, but Christian pulls away. The waitress is back with him AmEx and I'm excited to get to the ship. I stand and Christian grabs my hand, making our way back to the Audi. We exit the restaurant and travel down the elevator. As we wait for the Audi from the valet, Christian pulls me into an embrace and kisses my head.
"Thank you. For everything, Ana." He whispers into my hair and holds me close. I smile into his chest.
"No, Christian, thank you. I could never thank you enough." I whisper back and he kisses my hair again and I hold him close, feeling Phoebe kick a few times.
"I can't wait to meet her." I ramble, trying to fill our silence. Christian strokes my belly, admiring it.
"Daddy's princess." He mumbles and continues to stroke my belly until the valet pulls up. Christian tips him and opens my door for me. I slide in the Audi and await for him to join me. Once he does, we drive into the Seattle sunset to the Puget Sound.
We reach the Sound and I see the ship we are getting on. It's huge, white, and is strung with white lights. It looks so romantic and like something you'd see in a movie. It takes my breath away.
"She's beautiful." Christian whispers in admiremant and I smile.
"I believe so, too." I nuzzle his chest and he kisses my forehead. He grabs my hand and leads me aboard. I first spot a small table outside on a deck with two clear glasses waiting to be filled with wine. I sigh, knowing Christian would never let me. A large man appears, blocking my view.
"Welcome aboard Mr. and Mrs. Grey! I'll be your captain this evening. My name is Sebastian." He extends his hand, takes his cap in the other, and we both take it, shaking it firmly. Sebastian is a tall African-American man with dark green eyes that are kind. I smile at him and he smiles back, revealing his white teeth. He's dressed in all white with some gold accents. He looks exactly as I would imagine a sea captain.
He gives Christian and I small tour of the boat and then leaves us to explore the rest. Christian leads me to the table on the deck while Sebastian steers us from the deck. Christian fills his glass with a red wine I've never heard of and flips over my glass. I expect him to fill mine with the water pitcher that is on the table, but to my surprise, he pours a very small amount into my cup. I look at him, furrowing my brow.
"Just a few sips. Not too much, please." I smile at him and take the tiniest sip of wine I think I've ever taken. Christian watches me intently. The wine is delicious as it wets my mouth and slides smoothly down my throat.
"Tonight, we do things we haven't been able to do in a while." He smirks and I know that he's not just talking about me drinking red wine.