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

The Aftermath

APOV:

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

I'm sitting at my desk, looking out the window, still reeling from my run in with that Bitch Trolling Pedophile Whore. She's still a cruel, sick, bitter bitch. And once she made mention of Teddy, it took everything in my power not to physically rip her in half. I honestly don't know how I held myself back. I hate her fucking guts.

Time certainly hasn't tempered her delusions. Imagine, after all these years, her accusing me of being jealous of her. Her! Why? Because she fucked my husband first? I wouldn't exactly call screwing a fifteen year old child something to brag about, like a badge of honor…it was criminal, disgusting and predatory. It turns my stomach just thinking of how much she manipulated Christian, for all those years. Thank God, he finally came to realize what it really was.

Anyway, I know Christian is a satisfied man, in the bedroom and the playroom. We're lucky. We love each other and we want each other. We're still together because there's nowhere else we'd rather be.

What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't have to defend my marriage to myself. There is no reason to feel insecure about what we have. We put all that doubt behind us years ago. He no longer has those hardcore needs anymore, that was her influence. We have our middle ground, where we're both fulfilled. I know it's just the shock of having his past, his pre-Ana life rubbed in my face by that bitch throwing me off balance.

Grrr…that woman...and I use the term 'woman' lightly…has messed up my mind. I can't concentrate on anything.

"Hannah, can you reschedule what's left of my afternoon appointments. I think I'm going to call it a day early"

"Of course, Ana. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. I just have some personal matters I wanted to take care of"

"Ok. Have a great weekend. See you on Monday"

"Thanks Hannah. Same to you."

I just need to make a call to Kate, Gail and Andrea and I can get out of here.

~~~xxx~~~

CPOV:

After a long work week and I'm looking forward to unwinding this weekend. Ana wants to spend the day in bed tomorrow. I've been thinking about ways to make that interesting all day, it's kept me in a fairly pleasant mood. The fuckers I met with in Portland should kiss my wife's feet for that.

Scratch that, I don't want any fuckers near my wife.

Well, that's tomorrow. Tonight is Friday date night. I was feeling like a steak dinner, so I had Andrea take care of our reservations at Canlis. Their sommeliers know their shit and always choose a good wine to pair with our meal. We're always seated in the private dining area overlooking the water, so I don't have to deal with obnoxious fuckers ruining my meal, sneaking cell phone photos of us while we're eating.

After a quick flight back to Seattle, Taylor brings the SUV around to take us back to the big house.

I look at my watch. Shit. I'm running late.

"Taylor, the florist is closed already. Do you know where the fuck I can quickly pick up flowers for my wife?"

"Supermarket?"

"They sell flowers at a grocery store?"

"Yes" he nods.

"Fine. Let's go to the fucking store"

Taylor parks the SUV and we walk into the grocery store. There are people walking around with shopping carts bumping into each other. How fucking annoying. Some are just standing around, fucking yakking away…blocking aisles while they gossip. Others are dressed like shit, wearing the equivalent of pajamas out in public. Why would anyone willingly go to a place like this? Aren't there delivery services?

"The floral area is by the fruits and vegetables" Taylor directs me.

"You seem to know a lot about this place"

"I've accompanied Gail here many times over the years"

"Of course" That makes sense.

We walk to the small floral section and find a group of premade bouquets sitting in a display. Looks like Ana won't be getting the bouquet of wild flowers I usually purchase.

There's a woman perusing the floral section, eyeing me. Christ.

"Would you like some help, Sugar?" She asks as she plays with the gold chain around her neck.

"Do you work here?"

"No, just trying…to be helpful" she slyly smiles. I roll my eyes.

"No thank you, I think I can handle this" Where the fuck is Taylor?

"If you change your mind honey, I'll be right over there" She points by a display of melons and walks away.

Taylor comes up beside me.

"Is this a fucking pick up joint Taylor?"

"Yes, for some. I got used to it. Gail stays close to me when we're here. I need protection." He laughs.

There are the standard rose bouquets in varying colors…too ordinary. Carnations…dull. Sunflowers…different. Especially for winter. I grab the bouquet of five sunflowers.

They're only charging ten dollars for these flowers? The florist would have charged me forty.

"Do you have a discount card, Sir?" the cashier asks.

"I don't know what a discount card is. Just ring up the sale. "

"Would you like to sign up for a discount card? You can get sale prices without cutting coupons"

"No. I do not intend to shop in a grocery store ever again"

We pay for the sunflowers and get back in the SUV. Taylor starts the engine and we're off. I'm reading over some emails, when I glance out the window and notice we're heading downtown.

"Taylor, where the fuck are you taking me?"

"Change of plans, Sir. Orders direct from my boss"

"Your boss? I'm your fucking boss"

"These orders came direct from Mrs. Taylor who got them direct from Mrs. Grey. She has requested your company at Escala"

It's Friday night and Ana wants to play. Fuck yeah.

"I see. Very well" I look down at my blackberry and resume reading my emails hiding my grin.

I could go for a night of fuckery in the playroom. Perhaps I'll restrain Ana on the cross tonight, tease her for a little while. Then again, I could take out the ropes…so many possibilities. All I know is, in the end, I'm going to fuck her… hard. I like this change of plans.

We arrive at the parking garage at Escala. Ana's car is already there. Sawyer is leaning on her car. He stands immediately upon seeing the SUV.

I step out of the car with the sunflowers in hand.

"Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey has instructed me to return with Taylor and has given us the rest of the night off."

"Seems Mrs. Grey has been very busy today. Very well, what Mrs. Grey wants, Mrs. Grey gets." And since we're at Escala, there's little doubt what the delectable Mrs. Grey wants.

I step in the elevator and punch in the code to the penthouse. My cock is waking up; the anticipation is building with each floor the elevator ascends. A night of kinky fuckery is the perfect way to cap off a work week.

I look down at the elevator floor, shaking my head. Ana and the things she does, always so unexpected. I remind myself this all the time, but it's the fucking truth…I'm a lucky son of a bitch.

The elevator stops and the doors slide open. I walk into the penthouse toward the kitchen.

Ana is standing in the kitchen. Her lips slowly curl into a seductive smile. She looks amazing in a short royal blue dress, Louboutin pumps and fuck… stockings. She looks hot. Really. Fucking. Hot. She walks out of the kitchen to greet me.

"Welcome home Mr. Grey" she purrs.

"For you, Baby" I hand her the sunflowers.

"Sunflowers. Thank you, they're lovely"

"I'm glad you like them. It was quite an adventure purchasing them."

"I love them because they're from you" She kisses my cheek, running her hand slowly down my back and squeezes my ass.

"Mrs. Grey, did you just make a pass at me?" I feign shock, my hands on my chest.

"I certainly hope so, Mr. Grey" she smiles.

"Well, I…." Before I can finish my sentence, Ana pulls my tie toward her, forcing my lips to hers. She kisses me, deeply. She releases my tie and I straighten myself out. I don't know what has gotten into her, but, fuck, I'm not complaining.

We face each other; I wrap my arms around her waist while her hands are locked around my neck.

"Dinner will be ready in a minute. Would you like some wine?" she asks.

"We have dinner reservations at Canlis"

"Not anymore. I had Andrea cancel them."

"What about Phoebe?"

"With Kate and Elliot overnight"

"Baxter?"

"With Gail"

"Seems you've taken care of everything"

"Not everything, I still have you to take care of" Such promise in such few words.

"You have a plan for that too?

"Tonight, you are all mine." She purrs.

"Until I get you in that playroom. Then you are mine" I say with a wicked grin.

"Yes, yours. First dinner, then dessert." She takes her hand and rubs it against my growing cock. Christ, she's so fucking horny tonight.

"Keep that up Anastasia, and we won't make it to dinner"

"We can skip dinner"

"No if I have you here all night, I want you to have energy. Eat then play"

"Ok, we'll wait. Can you bring the wine to the table and I'll finish up dinner"

"Of course"

We walk into the kitchen together. The aroma of steak is in the air, so I pick a red wine for dinner. I grab a bottle of Pinot Nior and the corkscrew. Ana is finishing up dinner by the stove. She drops a spoon and bends over to pick it up. Her dress rises up, revealing the tops her thigh high stockings and garter belt. I know she's doing this on purpose. She's trying to drive me fucking crazy. And it's working like a charm.

Ana stands and turns toward me. Her eyes dart straight to the growing bulge in my pants. She bites her lip, no doubt satisfied that she's affecting me exactly the way she wants. I don't know what they fed the women at the luncheon she spoke at today, but I need to get the menu…whatever it was has Ana insatiable. I have to remember to thank the chef.

I grab two glasses and open the bottle of wine. I attempt to maneuver around Ana; she quickly turns facing me, my chest brushes against her breasts. She seductively smiles and gives me a knowing look. That's the look of a woman who wants to be fucked senseless…and I am most definitely up to the task.

The dining room table is already set with placemats, utensil and a few lit candles. She chose red fabric placemats and napkins. Referencing the playroom by matching the color scheme is not lost on me. She is all about sex tonight. No doubt about it. Ana must have left work early, there's no way she could have managed all of this after her usual work hours.

"Baby, do you need help in there" I call over.

"No, I'm fine" You're much more than fine.

Ana enters the dining room with two plates in hand. She places hers down first, then places mine in front of me, bending down far enough so I get a full view of her cleavage. I shift in my seat, as the bulge in my pants is swelling. Ana smirks but says nothing, pleased with the results of her teasing.

I look down at my plate, filet minion and a baby green salad. I know she's given this simple menu thought; she didn't want anything too heavy. This is the perfect meal for a night when you want to fuck until sunlight.

"How was Portland?" she asks.

"Fine. I had to deal with that fucker Jim Meadows again. Such a shit for brains, but we got where we needed to be. Lucky for him, I was in a decent mood today."

"Why the good mood? You're usually pretty grouchy when you have to fly out to Portland for the day"

"The promise of a Bed-In" I smile.

I feel Ana's foot sliding up my leg toward my groin. I look into her eyes, they're sparkling bright blue and she's biting her lip. I close my eyes, trying to calm my erection from bursting through my pants. I'm beginning to wonder if we're going to make it past this table before I fuck her. She's not going to let up.

"You keep this up, Anastasia and I'm going to fuck you on this table right now"

"So fuck me on the table" she murmurs.

Christ. She means it.

"No. I told you. We eat and then we play. You may need a spanking for your questionable table manners"

"If that what Sir thinks I deserve" Her eyes look down.

Fuck. She's onboard for anything. Ropes tonight, definitely ropes. Calm it down Grey. We have all night.

"How was the luncheon today?" I ask in an effort to cool the temperature in the room.

"Fine" she answers flatly.

"Care to elaborate?" I raise my brow.

"There's not much to say? We ate, I spoke and I went back to the office" she shrugs.

The tone of her voice has changed. Her demeanor has shifted. She looks different, bothered, a bit agitated. There's something else she's not saying.

"Did something happen?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"You seem bothered when I brought it up. Weren't you happy with your speech?"

"My speech was fine. Well received." She looks down at the table, twisting her fingers. What the fuck isn't she saying?

"Ana…tell me what happened. I know there's something you're not telling me"

She looks up at me and exhales a long breath. Playful Ana is gone.

"I don't want to talk about it, it'll ruin our evening"

"Ruin our evening? What the fuck happened?"

"Nothing to be concerned about. Christian, can we just drop it?"

"No Anastasia. We can't just drop it. Tell me what the fuck happened"

She sighs. She knows I'm not going to let it go.

"Fine. I saw someone from the past. It caught me off guard"

"Who? Tell me" A million things are going through my mind. Did an ex-submissive seek her out? Why would they do that? She sighs again.

"Elena Lincoln" she blurts out.

I blink my eyes in disbelief. Of course, I've been keeping track of her whereabouts, but I haven't dealt with her for twenty years. I throw my utensils on my plate.

"What the fuck is she doing in Seattle? Why the fuck did she seek you out? "

"One of her friends invited her to the luncheon. I think it was a coincidence"

"Nothing Elena does is a coincidence. Did she say something to you?"

Ana sits silently. I know words were exchanged.

"Ana, tell me what was said"

"Oh, just Elena being Elena. She's hasn't changed a bit. Still a bitch"

"What did she say?" I am seething.

"Her usual bitchy banter…said your money has improved my fashion sense, called my wedding band a collar"

Leave to Elena to hold a grudge for twenty years. But those are just small digs. Ana has pretty thick skin, there's more, I know it.

"I know there's more Ana. Tell me"

"It was nothing." She stares down at the table. If Ana can't make eye contact with me, I know she's holding back information.

"Anastasia. Tell me" I demand.

"Fine, you want to know? Fine. Your molester had the fucking nerve to mention Teddy. She wondered if he had the same 'tastes' as his father at nineteen. I'm sure you know what that disgusting pig was referring to. Then she said I was jealous of her. Imagine that, jealous of that Bitch Troll"

I'm taken back; even I didn't think Elena was capable crossing that line, bringing up my son. No wonder why Ana is upset.

"Ana, she was trying to get a rise out of you. She crossed the line bringing up Ted. Does that surprise you? She's a bitter woman. Why would she think you're jealous of her? What could you possibly be jealous of?"

"As she so eloquently stated…I'm jealous of her because" She stops her thought and looks down at the table again. Whatever was said has rattled Ana.

"Baby, tell me." I reach over and hold her hands.

"She said I'm jealous of her because she fucked you first and you loved it"

I shake my head in disbelief. Where the fuck did that come from? This is insanity. Insanity.

I look at my beautiful wife. She's being her usual brave Ana, but now I understand all of this... the changes in plans tonight, the flirting, the need for the playroom…Elena touched a nerve in Ana. She's feeling insecure.

"Baby, you know you're everything to me. Everything. My beginning and end. Anything before you meant nothing. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do" She shyly smiles.

I let go of her hands and stand. I walk to her and extend my hand out to her. She puts her hand in mine and stands. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.

I release her and lift her into my arms. She puts her hands around my neck, resting her head on my chest. I carry her to our bedroom.

"Don't you want to take me to the playroom?" she asks.

"Yes. Tomorrow. Tonight I want to make love to my wife"

~~~xxx~~~

APOV:

Christian lowers me to the floor, my feet back on the ground. He walks over to the Ipod docking station. Gustav Mahler's Adagietto from Symphony number five plays softly through the speakers. I've heard this before, he usually loops this song.

"Turn around Mrs. Grey" he says in a low growl.

I turn immediately. I feel Christian's hands at the neckline of my dress, grabbing the tab of the zipper. I collect my hair in my hands and hold it to the side, tilting my head to one side. He slowly unzips my dress.

He places his hands on my shoulders and slowly slides the dress off my shoulders. My dress falls to the floor, in a neat pile around my Louboutins. His hands reach around me and he cups my breasts over my black lace bra. He softly kisses my neck, as his erection is pressing into my backside. I close my eyes and moan.

"Turn around baby, I want to see you" he whispers in my ear.

I let go of my hair, allowing it to fall over my breasts and back and turn to face Christian. He steps back and drinks me in. I'm standing in a black lace bra and matching thong, back garter and thigh high stockings.

He shakes his head with a salacious grin.

"Fuck baby. You look sensational" he murmurs.

I look down and blush. The way he looks at me makes me feel so wanton. My sex is tingling; I can feel the wetness between my legs. I want him.

He steps close to me, slides his hand under my lace thong and cups my sex. He slides two fingers inside me, in and out, in and out. I don't know how I'm still standing. My knees feel weak. He reaches over to my thighs and unsnaps the garter belt from the stockings. He hooks a finger at the waist and pulls the garter belt to the floor, as I step out of it.

I unbutton his shirt. I have to touch him. I need to touch him. When the last button is undone, I take his shirt off, allowing it to fall to the floor. I place my hands flat on his chest, running them across his chest. His body is so strong and warm. My heaven on earth. My hand stops over his heart.

"Mine" I whisper.

"Yours" he whispers back into my ear.

He lifts me and carries me onto our bed, taking off each of my shoes.

I sit up on my knees at the edge of the bed in my bra and thong, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He shimmies out of his pants and joins me on the bed, his mouth covering mine, passionately kissing me.

We melt down into the bed together. Christian is kissing my neck softly.

"'L'amour de ma vie" he whispers in my ear. He wraps his hand around me and unsnaps my bra, sliding it off of me. Oh God, he's speaking French, he knows how that affects me. I'm defenseless, I'm completely his.

His tongue glides down my neck to my breasts. He gently sucks on my nipples, my back arches toward him, I want him so bad. The feel of his erection against me is driving me crazy. My sex is throbbing with desire. I'm consumed with my need to have him inside me.

His tongue glides back up my neck as he nibbles on my other ear.

"Toi et nulle autre"he whispers. I feel his hot and moist breath on my neck, his stubble rubbing against my neck. It's so fucking sexy.

I run my fingernails through his hair. He groans. I continue running my nails across his back. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

He lightly kisses down my stomach until he reaches my sex. With his teeth, he pulls down my thong, finishing the job with his finger. He kisses the inside of my thighs then lightly licks me, teasing me. The sound of our heavy breathing over the music softly playing in the background is all I hear.

His tongue teases me again and again, until I can't hold back anymore and I give in to this hedonistic feeling, crying out in pleasure, reeling in my release.

Christian looks up at me with a lustful grin and kisses his way up my stomach.

"Je suis à toi, pour toujours"

Even his words are orgasmic. I am powerless to this man.

We roll to our sides, allowing me to work my way down to his erection. I pull off his boxers and take him in my mouth. I love doing this to him, watching him come undone. It's so fucking sexy. I lick his length, and take him in again, deep and slow. His breathing is ragged. I take him in deeper, moving my mouth up and down his length faster and faster. He fists my hair, moving with my head's motion. Then he holds my head to stop. I take the hint, he doesn't want to come this way and kiss up his stomach back to his lips.

We kiss passionately, our tongues entwined, dancing around each other. He grabs my shoulder and twists me around until my back in on the bed. He climbs on top of me and enters me.

"Je t'aime, Anastasia. Pour toujours et à jamais"

He begins to move, slow, he positions his hips to hit that perfect spot inside of me. My body begins to quiver.

"Come for me baby" he growls.

His words are my undoing. I feel like I'm having an out of body experience, this is so intense. I feel Christian tense, finding his release too.

We both collapse in each other's arms. Holy fucking amazing. I'd like to do that again.

Christian turns his head to me and softly kisses my lips.

"I love you Anastasia Grey"

I softly caress his cheek and smile. I love this man so much, so completely and I know he feels the same.

"I love you too"

We lay in each other's arms, completely sated. Christian is lying on his back and I am snuggled close with my head resting on his chest. He's running his hand up and down my naked back.

"Baby, can I ask you something?"

"Mmmm" I cuddle in closer to him. I love the feel of his warm skin against mine.

"When Elena said that to you, what did you say?"

"How do you know I said anything?"

"I know my wife. You've never been one to step aside. Did you say something?"

"Maybe" I smile.

"What did you say?"

I pull myself up, my elbows on the bed, my chin resting on my fists and look at him.

"I told her she may have fucked you first, but I fucked you better" My lips curl to a smile. He knows I'm pleased with myself.

He laughs.

"That you did, Mrs. Grey. I can never get enough of you baby. Never."

I grin and softly kiss him.

"Ana?" He looks direct into my eyes.

"Mmmmm"

"You're the only woman I've ever made love to" He's so sincere and loving with his words, I feel butterflies in my stomach.

"Well, you're the only man I've ever made love to"

He grins.

"Christian?"

"Mmmm?"

"You're also the best fuck I've ever had"

He laughs.

"I should hope so, Mrs. Grey. Round two?"

"Most definitely" I smile.

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* Thank you to "Guest" for the French. Someone had asked for a translation:

'L'amour de ma vie - Love of my life

Toi et nulle autre - You and only you

Je suis à toi, pour toujours - I am yours forever

Je t'aime, Anastasia. Pour toujours et à jamais - I love you Anastasia, forever and ever.