Chp11 Anna 1 Christian 0
Anna pov.
I enter the office, lock the door. He stares at me; following me as I put towels on a chair, my bag on the table. Going to the stereo I find a classical cd. Put it in and soft music fills the room. Placing a blanket and two towels on the couch. Taking my supplies, I put them on the window sill. With two hand towels.
Walking around the room I lower the blinds. Turn off half the lights. a mellow darkness, music calming my fears. I approach him. turning his cell off, closing his laptop. I take his hand and lead him to the couch. Softly "Christian take off your shirt and pants." He balks "Anna?" I steady myself. "I'm going to give you a massage. So strip and lay down." He slowly like he's drunk, undress. I help him, he's tired. I see his eyes are glass. Softly I stroke his face. Laying him down on the couch.
I cover his head with one of the hand towels. I quickly strip out of my skirt and blouse, I can't afford to get oil on them. In a wanton moment I remove my bra. I want to feel him; I want him to feel me. I approach him softly stoking my finger along his back. Slinking full body on to his back; pressing my body along his spine letting him feel my breast. "Anna what are you wearing?" As I lay a trail of kisses down his back, straddling his ass. Whispering "my panties, and stockings". I feel him shift as little chris get uncomfortable. A loud moan fills the space. My confidence soars.
Feeling the knots and tension, worse than last week. I rub some oil in my hands. Work it into a deep tissue massage with hard pressure points, kneading the muscles to relax. I feel him let go as sleep takes him. I continue to work his back, ass, legs and feet. Oh I work hard on his feet, they are so stiff and tight. I work his arms and hands; watching the wave of relax wash over him. The tension just evaporates and his body shutters and goes limp. His sleep deepens. Ending with a soft, light, sensual caress of his back and shoulders. "Anastasia" he moans. He's dreaming of me! Letting my emotions pour through my fingers. I smile. He need this; needs me.
I clean the oil with baby wipes, covering him with a blanket, dress and exit. First, peeping out to check the bitches aren't about. I go to my desk, I was over 2 hours, a return to the work assigned. Andrea look unsure. "He's sleeping; we should let him sleep?" "I cleared his schedule till 5pm, he has a video conference with Roz for the Taiwan ship yard." "I'll wake him at 4:30, so he can get ready and eat." "ok, hope he sleeps till then." We return to work. I feel better. Knowing Chris is sleeping. Resting. I worry about him so much.
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4:30
I bend down to wake him, as a mischief thought crosses my mind. He laying on his side. I slowly stick my tongue into is ear. He shifts, pulling me to his lips. His hand in my hair. The world disappears to just us, her, emotions. He rolls onto his back pulling me on to his body. Our kissing deepens as I give myself to him. I realize he's doing the same. His hand in my hair the other caressing my ass. All my dreams, cannot compare to the reality of right now, right here. My mind is a blank canvas as his emotion and desires paint the most wonderful visions. But reality seeps in. I pull back. still laying on him. "You have to get up, babe. You have a video conference in twenty minutes" he just stares and pulls me down for a chaste kiss. "I'm hungry?" "Get dressed and clean up, I'll layout your food." I slink off him straighten my cloths. Smiling I go prepare his meal.
Returning with a tray, I leave the music playing. He returns for the bathroom. I stroke his face. "Relax, eat. The conference is set up in Roz office" "thank you" he looks better, but still tired, I can feel the exhaustion washing off him. After the conference I'm taking him home. I will make him sleep.
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Driving back to Grey Manor, Chris head in my lap. I stroke his hair. Like a little boy. He's exhausted, seeking comfort in my touch. My inner goddess is jumping on a large feather bed with joy. Pulling into the drive I know the Grey's are out till late with a charity dinner. Mia is sleeping over at Mary's house they have an early dance session for pep squad.
Leading him to his room, my room. I get some pajama bottoms from the closet. Handing them to him, pushing him into the bathroom "take a hot shower." I close the door. Changing into one of his shirts and my panties. Turning down the bed. I wait for the sound of the shower, for anything. I start to worry.
Cautionly entering the bathroom, I find him standing naked in front of the mirror. My heart leaps, then crash as his eye are glass over, unfocused. I take his hand, he smiles. I lead him to the shower turning it on. Check the water. I lead him into the shower. Soaping a washcloth, I start to wash him. Like a little child. As I head south, I see my adjective for little chris is so wrong. God he's huge. Like those playgirl magazines of Kate's. I blush from my toes to my scalp. I want to touch him, but I can't. I hand him the cloth and push his hands to his groin. He washes mechanically. Rinsing, drying, dressing him takes all my will power not to abuse his trust. Laying him in bed, I move to leave. His hand grasp mine. I start, stare into pleading grey eyes. I get in bed. Cradling his head to my breast as sleep takes him, then me.
I wake to a finger stroking my face. Turning I look into Grace face, a worried frown. I slowly get out of bed and exit the room. "Anna, what is going on?" "Christian is exhausted, he had a meltdown today. Nothing happened really." "I didn't think I had to tell you the house rules. No boys in girl's room." "I'm sorry. He wouldn't relax and sleep without me." "I trust you both, I know you will do anything for each other. But please sleep in the guest room." "Ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean" "No, dear it's ok I understand. I worry too about his long hours. Will let him sleep." I sleep till mid-morning.
Waking I check, he's still asleep. Entering the kitchen Grace is sipping coffee, reading a journal. I make myself a cup of tea. "He's still sleeping." "yes, I gave him a sedative" "why?" "he woke up and tried to go to work, he's exhausted. I called Roz and Andrea a told them he can't go back to work till next week." "Yes, he need to learn how to separate his work from his life." "I also told them that you are going to stay here with him. You are the only one who can help him relax. I know it's a burden" "no, Grace it's not. I will help him, but that means spending time in bed with him." "I know; I trust you to be responsible." I nod. Making breakfast, I plan the relaxation of one Christian Grey.
Sitting in bed reading a classic British novel. Christian curled into my side. Softly snoring. It near eight pm. He's sleep all day. I nod off, awaking to a dawn. Christian is still asleep. I softly stroke his hair, he stirs. Grey eyes open and he smiles. "Wake up it Friday sleepy head" "Friday?" "yes, you sleep thru yesterday. Get cleaned up and I'll make breakfast" I head down to make food. My goddess is jumping up and down.
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The rest of the weekend goes slowly. I have Chris swimming, catching some sun between naps. Funny, light comedy movies in the TV room. His head in my lap or me curled into his arms. Reading to him in bed as he falls to sleep. Several time I go a sleep in the guest room, only to awake in his arms. I smile at the emotions of waking to his touch, his breath on my neck. The slow lazy beat of his heart as he murmurs my name.
Sunday dinner was a riot. Elliot was merciless in his jokes, pranks, and needling of Christian. I ended up dumping a water glass in his lap after one to many tasteless jokes. He was quiet for about a mil-second than right back to the clown. Till Grace threated another glass of water. Everyone laughed and kidded the night away playing board games.
By Tuesday Christian, bored, wants to get back to work. But I don't think so. The ladies have a pow wow while he's sleeping. Grace, Andrea, Roz, and I agree he needs more time off. They think a resort in Hawaii or Caribbean. I nix that. I'm taking him camping. He need the open spaces, the laid-back time of being Chris Grey not THE CHRISTIAN GREY of GEH. I remember are hikes, runs from the summer I spent here. Welch insists I take the Suv. I know he'll have us shadowed.
Wednesday morning. I drag Chris to the car, not telling him anything. I drive for the mountains. A favorite campground of mine and Ray's. I drive with Chris head in my lap, slowly stroking his hair. He seems calm, but I know the wheels are turning in his head. I smile as the miles go bye.
