A/N:. Warning: This story has some sexy time in it. Nothing too explicit, but there's some stuff. If that's not you're cup of English Breakfast tea (bag out, of course). You've been warned.

For readers 18 years and over, please.

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

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Date Night

Ana POV:

Friday is finally here. It's Date Night with my man! As long as we've been married, we've always tried to keep our Friday nights open just for us. We never wanted to lose "us" and with Teddy being born, pretty much immediately following our "I dos" it could have been easily lost.

I used to make it a habit of finishing up my Friday workday by 4:00 pm. This gave me enough time to spend with the kids, feed them and bathe them before leaving them in the very capable hands of Gail, Mia or Grace for the night.

I also wanted a little time for myself. A quick shower, change of clothes… something that will get my husband ready for action…not that it takes much with Christian. Honestly, I could wear a paper sack and the man would be ready to devour me. No complaints here. No complaints at all. I feel the same way about him.

Of course, now that Teddy is away at school and Phoebe is a teenager, I don't have to rush like I used to. So I'm back to ending my day at 5:30.

I pull my hair up in a messy bun, so as not to get it wet and take a quick shower. I grab my blue silk wrap dress out of my closet and slip it on. Christian likes me in blue, says it brings out the blue in my eyes. Anyway, I like this dress. It's sexy and playful. The neckline tastefully plunges, so there's just enough cleavage to entice, but not so much that I look like a prostitute on display. I take out the hair band and let my hair down, cascading down my back and one side curling over my breast. I've never been a fan of a lot of makeup, so I keep it simple as usual… eyeliner, mascara, and a little lip gloss. It drives Phoebe crazy that I don't really do the make-up thing... oh, teenaged girls and their endless supply of make up and beauty supplies…but that's just not me.

I put on my highest heels… it's always stilettos on Date Night. My husband insists. After a quick check in the full length mirror, I'm ready to go.

I hear voices coming from the kitchen. Oh good, Christian must be home. I walk over to the kitchen and find Christian talking with Phoebe. He smiles as he strolls over to me and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Hello baby. You look lovely. I'll be ready in ten minutes." And with that, he's off to the shower.

Men! It's so unfair. It takes him practically no time at all to get ready and it feels like it takes me forever. I know compared to other women, I'm a speed demon getting dressed. Kate takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r. But Christian is done in ten minutes and looks like he's ready for his GQ photo shoot.

I take a seat and chat with Phoebe

"So, Pheebs. Are you packed up for the sleepover at Jennifer's tonight?"

"Yes, Mother. And it's not a sleepover, that's for children. We are having a Girl's Night."

Oh, I'm "Mother" today. She must be upset about something.

"Something wrong, honey?"

"I don't understand why Roger has to spy on me all night."

"Roger is not spying on you. He's your security. He's not coming in the house, he's stationed outside. No one will know he's there. You know your father, honey. We had quite a disagreement about this. It was hard enough convincing him to use just one of our security personnel. If it were up to him, there'd be an army surrounding Jennifer's house. This was our compromise. One person in front of the house. He only wants you safe."

She rolls her eyes. Poor girl, she gets that habit from both sides of the family. But she knows the rules when it comes to being outside the house. There is no bending the Christian Grey 'Rules of Security' when it comes to the safety of me or our children.

Christian rejoins us in the kitchen. Damn, my man is hot! He's wearing a silver tie, that silver tie. Oh my. I know what he has planned tonight. So glad we never got rid of that tie. My heart flutters and my pulse is racing. Is it getting warm in here? I know I'm getting hot. Really hot.

Phoebe looks at me "Mom, are you ok. You just turned bright red."

"I'm fine honey." Damn my blushing! I turn to Christian and smirk. "Nice tie."

Christian looks at me and grins. "It's one of my favorites." The bastard knows what he doing.

He cocks his head to one side and raises an eyebrow. "Ready to go, Mrs. Grey?"

"I am, Mr. Grey."

Phoebe rolling her eyes at us. She thinks it's ridiculous that we refer to each other as Mr. and Mrs. And I guess it is… but it's part of our foreplay. I certainly can't explain that to my daughter.

"Have a good time, Phoebe. Roger will drive you. Don't worry; no one will know he's there." And we're off on our date.

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We walk to our car, hand in hand. Christian, opens the door for me. There's a small bouquet of wildflowers lying on my car seat. I look up at him and smile. My Fifty can be so sweet.

"Very romantic, Mr. Grey." I blush again to what I'm sure is a fabulous shade of red.

"Hearts and flowers always, Mrs. Grey." He closes my car door.

He comes around the car to the drivers' side and gracefully slides in. He turns to me and takes my hand to his lips. He kisses my hand gently. It feels like there are a thousand butterflies set free in my stomach. Yes, my man still makes me swoon.

He starts the car and we drive off to dinner. Of course, our security is closely following us in their car. I've got used to the constant companionship of having security detail and most days I understand the need for it. But on nights like this, when I want it just to be me and my husband… just Ana and Christian, it can be frustrating. They always keep a respectable distance from us. Taylor has them trained so well; you hardly notice they're with you.

We arrive at the Mile High Club. It's been a long while since we've been here. There are some very happy memories at this place. We step into the elevator to take us to the seventy-sixth floor. The elevator slowly fills up with more people. We move to the back. Christian's hand is running up and down my back. I know he loves the feel of silk on me. His hand travels further down and freezes on my ass. He looks down at his feet and shakes his head while he smirks slyly. Ah, he's found my little surprise… No panties tonight. This ought to drive him insane during dinner. It's already driving me insane. There's little doubt how tonight's going to end.

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The Maitre de seats us immediately. A perk of being Mr. and Mrs. Grey. We rarely sit across from each other when we eat out, preferring to stay in close proximity, always next to each other.

The waiter is practically salivating when he comes to our table; no doubt aware that Christian is a big tipper. He has a bottle of Sancerre in hand. As usual, Christian has ordered ahead. I don't mind, I trust his palate and he knows what I like.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Grey. Your drinks." The waiter pours some wine into Christian's glass. He sips it, nods, and the waiter continues pouring for the both of us. "You're first course will be out shortly."

"Thank you." It's I can manage to say to the waiter, as Christian and I get lost in each other's eyes. Blue to Gray. I see nothing else, no one else.

The waiter brings out a dozen oysters on a bed of ice. I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back a laugh. Of course he's ordered oysters.

"Hoping to get lucky, Mr. Grey?" I ask, grinning.

"I certainly hope so, Anastasia," he says confidently, as he feeds me an oyster.

Every muscle below my waistline tightens. There's no way in hell, he's not getting lucky tonight.

"Well, we'll just have to see how the night plays out, won't we? I say, as I slip off my shoe and run my foot up his calf under the table.

"Are you flirting with me, Mrs. Grey?" He feigns a shocked look, holding a hand to his chest.

"I certainly hope so, Mr. Grey," I murmur.

He continues to feed me oysters, slowly and sexy as hell. This first course foreplay is going to make me combust. I have to remind myself that we're in a public place and I need to control my actions.

We finish the oysters and the waiter takes the dish away. I wish I had a fan… I could use some cooling down.

We talk about our day. I love listening to him talk about his day; he's so passionate and driven. It's a real turn on. He tells me of a deal he and Ros have been trying to hammer out for months. He's relieved it's finally coming to fruition. He listens intently as I tell him about a new children's author I see great promise in.

I tell him about Teddy's new girlfriend at Harvard… well, what little information our son gives us, anyway. And thank Christian for loosening the reins a little and not having an army surround Phoebe at her friend's house tonight.

The waiter returns with our entrees. It looks and smells divine. Cod over jasmine rice and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. One of our favorite meals.

We talk and laugh as we eat our meal. He looks so relaxed. That gray tie is distracting me. So many delicious memories. God, he looks so hot.

I bite down on my lip. Oh, I want that sexy man. He looks at me, knowing what I'm thinking and tugs at my lip, releasing it from my teeth's grip.

"I want to bite that lip," he growls in a low voice.

"Maybe I'll let you if you're up for the challenge." I sweetly bat my eyelashes at him

"Baby, you know I'm up for anything when it comes to you." He shifts a little closer to me and smiles his secret smile that melts me from the inside out.

Under the table, very discretely, he slowly slides his hand under my dress, moving up my thigh. Thank God for tablecloths. Painfully, teasingly slow. His index finger expertly caressing me…ooohhhh, right there …I close my eyes and tremble at his light touch. He slips his index finger inside of me. In and out, in and out. Holy shit. He's so naughty… in the best possible way. Then slowly, he moves his hand back down my thigh and out of my dress.

He strokes his index finger against his lower lip; it's glistening with my desire for him and seductively tips his finger into his mouth and sucks it. He takes it out of his mouth and lightly licks his top lip.

"Delectable as always, Anastasia," he purrs. Oh My God, did he just do that here?

I practically melt in my chair. I'm putty in his expert hands.

"You are a bad, bad boy, Mr. Grey." I shake my head slowly.

"Only for you baby." He smirks

I squeeze my thighs together, completely flustered. I'm blushing fifty shades of red.

The waiter comes back and clears our plates. I welcome it. I needed the break from all this heat between us.

"Would you like to look at the dessert menu?" yhe waiter asks.

Christian looks at me, and cocks his head to one side. "Dessert, Anastasia?"

"No thank you." It's all I can manage to get out, still lost in the recent memory of his lascivious doings.

He looks pleased. "Good. There's something at home I was rather looking forward to for dessert."

Jeez, I hope the waiter didn't pick up on that giant hint. Not that Christian would care.

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We're driving in the car when I notice that we're not heading in the direction of the big house.

"Escala?" I ask

"Phoebe won't be home tonight. No need to rush home." He gives me a seductive smile and raises a brow. "Do you want to play?"

I turn crimson. Holy hell… yes, please and thank you. I want to play. I glance at him with a shy smile and nod.

He smiles back and we're off to Escala.

Once we park, Christian comes around to open my door. Always a gentleman. My seriously naughty gentleman.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see our security detail, sitting in their car. Keeping their respectable distance. No doubt they know what we're up to. I don't care. I just want to jump my husband.

Hand in hand, we walk into the elevator. We don't speak; just gaze at each other hungrily. The air is crackling between us. Like magnets on opposite poles, we're drawn to each other. With each floor we climb, it gets hotter and hotter.

My teeth sink down on my bottom lip. I want him. Christian closes his eyes briefly. When they open, they're blazing. He rubs his hand down my back, then makes small circles on my backside. It's getting hard to breathe in here.

The contact is all I can take. I turn around and lunge at him.

We're kissing. Furiously kissing. Our tongues entwined. He pushes against the elevator wall and devours me. I frantically slide my hands all over his chest then move them up to his hair. I run my fingers through his hair until I'm fisting it, pulling him close to me, desperately keeping his lips to mine. His hands slide up my backside, my dress riding up. He grabs my naked ass, squeezing it tightly, pushing his body against mine. I moan softly. He grinds his erection into me. Whoa, this is hot. Holy shit hot.

The elevator doors open and we stumble out into the penthouse, still in the throws of our kissing. He gently pishes me against the closest wall. I tilt my head up and he trails passionate kisses down my neck. My nipples harden. Everything below my waist is on fire. I feel his rock hard erection pressing into me. He's so ready. I'm so ready.

We break our kissing. I frantically loosen his tie, throwing it to the floor then unbutton his shirt. He grabs me close again and kisses me. Hard. He unknots the tie holding my dress in place. My dress falls opened. He grabs my breasts and springs them free over the cups of my bra. He kisses my breasts, licking and sucking each nipple.

He grabs my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands wrapped around his neck. He's pinned me tightly to the wall, pressing his body into mine. Kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear.

He stops suddenly and lowers me until me feet reach the floor. My dress is wide opened, with my breasts out, bra half on and no panties. His shirt is opened exposing his muscular bare chest.

The only sound in the room is our panting while we both try to get air back into our lungs. He straightens out his stance, still panting heavily.

We stare at each other, like wild animals, ready to devour.

"Playroom. Now. Be ready," he commands as he grabs the tie from the floor and leaves for his jeans.