My dear little broccolis

So let's get back, and discover a short story that was written a long time ago. The chapters are short, but I know you will enjoy them a lot.

💚 Cadets 💚

Christian is what people call a problematic teenager. So his parents put him in a military school, specialised in reforming rebellious teenagers. He's been here for two years, and things are going fine ... Until the day, a new cadet arrives.

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Lemons/Cuteness/Language/Humour/Family‼️

‼️CG+AS/Jack/The Steeles‼️

Epilogue: (1.7K)

Christian's PoV

It seems that I will never be able to go to sleep. Way too many emotions are going through me right now. I mean, it's not every night that you're at the wake of your wedding. Yup, that's right. After five years of dating Ana in a manner more appropriate than how we started, I finally proposed to her, in her familial garden with the blessing of both her father and brother.

Of course, at first, it didn't go so well. I mean, we started dating and already had the distance factor in our relationship, as well as the fact that I was not in her father's good graces. But I had my fairy godmother on my side. Nothing like those old hags you see in movies and cartoons. My fairy godmother is actually Ana's mother.

She's been helping me by inviting me to their house during summer vacations. And what started as an extension of the Institute (with the Major having so many rules about me and me being next to his precious daughter), ended up as one of the best vacations of my life.

Of course, Ana was mostly the reason behind it. Because what started as a 'like-relationship' soon turned out to be love. And soon after, I realised that she was my one. Though Ana being Ana, she tore it out of me both times. With her 'grace and delicateness' that are so legendary.

I am actually very proud of myself for being able to actually surprise her with my proposal. I know she wasn't expecting or suspecting anything because she cried. Yup, Ana who never cries for anything (whether it is a touching scene in a movie, or a cute little broccoli, or us having a very big argument), cried exactly like girls do in the movies. Jack actually can't stop teasing her about it, because he recorded the whole thing, and has proof on camera 'that she is human after all'.

I proposed on our fifth anniversary, though Ana and I diverge on what is that said date. She says that our anniversary should be counting the day we first started having sex. I say it should start when I admitted to her that I like her and that I ended up on trial in front of her entire family.

So anyway, I proposed on our anniversary (my version of it). Of course, since she doesn't count it as our anniversary, she didn't see the thing coming. We were at her parents' house, having a nice dinner (but since her whole family knew about the proposal, everything was bound to be nice). I waited until the sunset, because they have a breathtaking view from their garden, and it is most beautiful at sunset. It is actually a moment that Ana loves very much, she told me so several times. She even told Jack that she was the one who would keep the house when their parents would die (in front of their parents, of course).

So, when the sun started to set, her family scattered around, though they didn't go far (especially since Jack had the good sense of recording the whole ordeal for us). Ana didn't bat an eye, curled up in her garden chair, sipping on her tea as she lazily watched the colours dance on the horizon. She didn't notice when I got up, my heart stammering, and my palms sweaty (I mean, she could still say no). She didn't notice when I put one knee down, reaching for the inside pocket of my jacket. She only turned her head when I called her name. And even then, she frowned at me, asking me if I lost something in the grass.

But then, when I asked that special question with those three special words, she stopped everything. She stopped breathing, she let go of her mug, she even stopped blinking. She just stared at me, before she brought her hands to her face and nodded, hiding behind her hands. I think it was the best moment of my life. Yet …

I mean, I'm sure having her walk to the altar tomorrow will largely top that. I have actually no doubts about it. But still. That little moment when she agreed to be my wife ... it was … incredible.

Suddenly, I hear noises coming from the corridor, and I frown, wondering who could still be up this late. It is almost three in the morning, so everybody but me should be sleeping. Especially given the big day that we have tomorrow (or rather today). We're doing the wedding at the Steele's because like I said, they have a view to die for in their garden. And they have a pretty big house to go with it.

As I up myself on my elbows, the door opens, and on the other side is … Ana. She swiftly comes in, locking the door behind her and coming to sit in front of me, a big smile on her face. I sit as well, frowning as I whisper to her:

"Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"

"We're not on wedding day, yet," She slyly states, with her cocky smile that I love so much.

"Midnight passed. Do you want to jinx our marriage already?"

"Gee, I didn't know you were so uptight on wedding rules. If I had known, I would have waited until we were married to put out," She sarcastically replies to me, all the while crawling to me, her eyes clearly showing lust.

I roll my eyes at her, but that doesn't stop her until she is straddling my lap: "The thing is, I couldn't sleep."

"Having cold feet?" I smirk at her, and it is her turn to roll her eyes.

"More like … having a heat wave. But I know just the thing that can cool me down," She tells me, before reaching for my lips.

This is what I like the most about Ana. Her spontaneity. Any other girl would have waited for the honeymoon, repressing their needs and feelings; but not my Ana. I know I pretended to be appalled by her actions, but in truth, I am quite pleased that she came to me. Maybe that was the reason I couldn't sleep. Because she wasn't by my side.

Without hesitating a second, I give her back her kiss, before taking her in my arms; and making us turn so I can lay her on the bed. Then, I brake our kiss, only to look at her with all the love I have for her. When I think that in a few hours, she will be my wife. She will be Mrs Anastasia Grey. Just the thought of it makes a lump of joy grow in my throat.

She looks at me with a smile that resonates with love, and I ask her: "How do you want it?"

"We have a lifetime for long and sweet, but we don't have that much time left before the wedding," She sultrily whispers, leaning in to bite my ear lobe all the while brushing her crotch against my bulge.

At those words, I let out a growl, before flipping her on her tummy, making her squeal with excitement. Without much ceremony, I get rid of both our pants and impale myself in her, from behind, all the while squirming my hand beneath her so I can rub her clit. This is a position that she particularly loves, behind flat on her stomach while I ride her and fondle her sweet spot. This is actually the position I always use when we have a fight, or one of us is in a rather foul mouth.

Without ceremony, I ram in her, loving the fact that she has to bite her tongue. Ana is a really expressive sex partner, and she loves it, even more, when I have a dirty mouth on her. And I won't lie, I love it just as much. But .. there has always been something erotic about watching her bite her tongue that has always been a big turn-on for me.

Still, that doesn't stop me from leaning so I can bite her ear, all the while thrusting in her and I ask her: "Your last night as a maiden, and you still ask to be my little plaything."

She moans, lolling her head backwards so it is pressed against my torso, and she replies with a sly smile: "Maybe it's because I've always loved the idea of being your little plaything."

I smile with her, before picking up the speed, and we both finish in silent grunts, out of breath, sticky with sweat, but not caring even the slightest. I move a little to the side, and she turns her head to me, smiling with bliss as she gently traces the counters of my face.

For a moment neither of us says anything, me gently rubbing her back, and her contouring my face with her fingers, when she says out of nowhere: "I, Anastasia Steele, sane of body and mind, take you as my beloved husband with the stars as witnesses."

I smile at her, looking deep into her eyes as I tell her: "I, Christian Grey, sane of body and mind, take you as my beloved wife with the stars as witnesses."

We kiss, though none of us moved from our previous position, and when we break our kiss, we say in one and same voice:

"I love you, Ana."

"I love you, Christian."

❌THE END❌

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

I hope you enjoyed this story. Cute, short and funny. I wrote it literally ten years ago to take a break from the very angsty things I was writing at the time. but I like to o back to it from time to time as you can see ^^. Let me know all about your feelings.

‼️ Anyway, EL James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine ‼️

Love, Mina 💚💚💚