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Sorry for my Grammar and Spelling.
We have anchored The Grace early today seeing that it'll only take half the day tomorrow to arrive in LA. It's been a long four days getting here seeing that the weather has been too cold to do much; not to mention the thunder and rain storm we just managed to divert. It's been nice just having Christian and I time, even though Taylor and Sawyer are just behind us. Honestly, they should of just taken our boat. I know he wanted it to be just us and I know exactly why Christian didn't want them too but I'm sure they could of stayed on the deck for a few hours while we um uh...had sex.
Christian and I haven't discussed much more of this whole situation since Tuesday; though I can tell he never stops thinking about it. The only thing he has explained is that the people that are being held at Escala, are working for Elena; who are they? I don't know. Christian told me it wasn't important but I disagree with that strongly.
There motive is quite clear though; she wants us dead and is stopping at nothing to achieve it. Probably giving her the seventy five million dollars was the biggest mistake we've ever made; clearly, but I can't believe people are actually being payed to try and kill us. I would have never thought Elena was capable of doing all this; especially since she once cared deeply for Christian.
It's obvious that's over!
I take the last sip of my tea while I gaze out to the view of the ocean. Everything is perfect out here, why can't we just stay out here forever? Live on an island and fend for ourselves? I'm sure Christian could pay to have food and everything shipped out, we could even use The Grace and Charlie Tango as transportation.
Imaging all the things you could do...
I make my way down to the kitchenette and start making dinner for us. Christian has gone over to Taylor's boat to discuss the plan for LA. I pop my head into the fridge, hmmm I think Christian might like this salmon here. I pull of the cling wrap and place the two pieces into the frying pan while I work on the garden salad.
"Need any help?"I turn around and see Christian leaning on the doorway. How long has he been here? "I just got here." He answers my unspoken question.
"You can cut these up." I place a tomato and a cucumber in front of him,"Here use this." I hand him a clean serrated knife.
I watch Christian as he begins to cut the tomato slowly. He's gotten better at it since we've been together although he still makes me quite nervous.
I head back to the frying pan turning over each fillet then return to finish the salad. I love these normal moments we have!
"FUCK!"
My head spins around to Christian who his holding his right hand in his left.
"What happened?" I rush over to Christian.
"I fucking cut my finger!"
"Let me see." He lifts his left hand and reveals his right bloody index finger.
"Shit! It looks deep."
"It's fine Ana."
"No it's not Christian."
"Ana, I've had worse. It'll heal."
"I know it will but it needs to be cleaned."
"Ana-"
"Please Christian. I don't want it getting infected. These fingers are far too precious to be damaged. You know what they can do to me. " I bat my eyelashes up at him. He groans knowing quite will what I mean.
I switch off the pan and drag Christian into the bathroom.
"Maybe you should look after the food that requires no knife." I murmur while running his finger under the warm soapy water.
Or let me do it all.
"You don't trust me Mrs. Grey?" He tilts his head to one side. I look up into the mirror and smirk.
"With cutting food?" I hold up his now clean finger in the air, "Definitely not after this."
"I think I'm getting better though."
Hell no!
I arch an eyebrow to him and he shrugs. I look back down to his finger, "Shit it's still bleeding!" I go and grab one of the pure white towels off the rack and push his finger down on it. A few moments later I take the towel off and apply a bandage.
"There!" I smile up at him and he grins down at me, "What?"
"I like it when you take care of me Ana."
"I like doing it." I wrap my arms around him, "A lot."
"I want to take care of you."
"You do." I snuggle into him, "Everyday."
"It's nice out isn't it?" I walk over to Christian who is leaning on the railing looking out.
"Yeah, you can tell we're getting close to California. It's quite warm out."
We stand there silent for a while. Christian seems deep in thought.
"It's a beautiful sunset." I look up to the sky. Christian eyes dart up.
"Just like you." He pulls me closer to him and I giggle.
"Want to go for a swim?" He asks.
"I don't have a bathing suit."
"Neither do I." He smiles mischievously.
"CHRISTIAN!" I step back from him.
"What? Taylor is docked way over there behind are boat. No one will see."
Christian strips out of all his clothes and dives into the water, "You coming?" He yells up.
I stand there for a moment hesitant.
"Ana, I promise you, no one will see us. I would never allow it."
I nod. Swimming naked with Christian in the middle of the ocean...
YES PLEASE! My subconscious jumps up and down repeatedly.
I strip out of all my clothes and dive in. The water is warm but still quite cool, I hope we don't stay in here for long. I swim a few yards over to Christian who in grinning from ear to ear. He has his dark look in his eyes, I know he's planning something.
"Mrs. Grey you look beautiful under the sunset."
"So do you Mr. Grey."
Christian pulls me into an embrace and leans his forehead on mine.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in the ocean."
"You have Mr. Grey, have you've forgotten our honeymoon?" I giggle.
"I'll never forget that. But I've never fucked you in this ocean."
"I guess that's going to change then!" I giggle as I wrap my legs around him; soon after Christian pins me up against The Grace and we begin to move.
"The water is fucking freezing!" I murmur as I stumble my way up the latter of The Grace. I reach down and grab my clothes and begin to put on my panties but Christian stops me.
"I'm not done with you yet Mrs. Grey, no need to worry about your clothes." He grabs my hand and pulles me down into the en suite.
"You're still pruney." I mumble into Christian's chest as we lay between the sheets of our bed.
"So are you."
"I don't think that shower helped any, we're more wrinkly than before." We both giggle.
"Yes but we did have some amazing sex in there, I don't know how I lasted two months without you Anastasia."
We both lie there silent for a while, Christian strokes my back the whole time making me get more and more sleepy.
"Can I ask you something Anastasia?"
"Yes," I prompt myself upwards to gaze at Christian, "Anything."
He exhales a long hard breath, "What would you say if we were to sell Escala and move somewhere's else?"
"Like?"
"Somewhere's else in Washington. Maybe just north of Seattle."
"Why?"
"Because we are both getting older, we might want to start a family someday and Escala is full of shit that I don't want to be around anymore."
"At all?"
"At all. The playroom can be dismantled and we can sell it pretty quick; it's a sellers market out there. We can go house shopping when all this shit is over with if you like?"
"Would you put in another playroom at the new house?"
"I wasn't planning on it. Ana, I'm over that shit. I can't even bare to step in there anymore."
"I know. So what sort of house are you thinking of?"
"A big one with everything , pool, theatre, big yard, lots of rooms, a library and study... the works!"
"That's going to cost a lot."
"I know but we can afford it."
He flips my body around so that my back is now to his front.
"Just think about it ok?"
"Ok." and we both drift off.
A/N: One more sorta happy chapter left after this one and we're back to the Mystery! Sorry it's taken me so long to get them off the boat LOL!
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