Chp57 honeymoon Anna style.
We have a short honeymoon till Tuesday. Anna need to get back to class. We plan on a long honeymoon over the Christmas break. I'm taking Mrs. Grey to Australia. Some sun, warm breezes and a lot, a lot of sex. I hope to have her is several fantasy ways. I sip my wine as the girls jockey for the bridal flowers. They fly thru the air opening so that everyone gets a least one. I smile at my mischief little minx.
We jet off to my new house in aspen. The old vain barn is gone. An organic flowing house that melts into the landscape and tease the mountains to vista and has a very small footprint. Modern but energy and sustainable build to be a good keeper of the world. We wander the estates garden paths. The landscape is harmonies to the mountains. With hidden glens and breath taking views that peep and surprise the lucky explorer.
Anna is a closet nudist. She teases me to new height. As she plays hide and sex with me among the trees and shrubs. The cool air is just right in the early afternoon for these games. Later we roar before the fireplace. Making the night beg for mercy from our love and passion. I find the time slipping thru my fingers. How lucky I am to have her. being able to love and be loved. I see the future and smile as the dawn breaks the mountain ridge line. Letting rays of light and hope flood the awaking valley.
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We have one week till we head south, way south for our honeymoon. I just finished the presentation for my idiotic western Civil class. I hate the instructor, the pompous ass. Just once I like to express an opinion and not get shot down, mostly because I'm a woman. I think over my soup and sandwich in the student café. I can't help but think to the funeral.
A small town in coastal Oregon. A simple well maintained cemetery. The honor guard in their crisp uniforms. The senior Oregon state senator gave a heartfelt eulogy. Since no other relatives exist. I am the family. I stand with Chris's arm around me, weeping for my friend, my hero, my lost brother.
In the cabin in the far north. We talked, and I realized how similar we are. How afraid, insecure about the public price for being just us. How I could love him, like family. The brother I always wished I had. Strong and caring. Brave and afraid. We are such mirrors of the other. I could help him live, and he would help me be me. the fire light highlighted the bond we have. Lost sibling by choice.
The Admiral hands me the folded flag. Saying words I know are form, but are heart felt. Has the casket is lowered into the ground, taps plays. The honor guard fires it volleys in respect. I turn into Chris chest. Hiding my face from the sorrow. I wish he was here to tease me, to threaten me to be bad. I miss my friend. My lost brother.
A hand touches my shoulder. I look up to a smiling Kate and Mary. They hug me. they don't ask about the tears. This isn't the first time I've cried here.
Parks drives me home, my castle in the sky. "Parks. Go to Grey house"
I walk thru the front doors, Security knows me, the bimbo on the desk doesn't. She demands. I sign in, show ID. The Lobby boss is snickering, waiting for the Anastasia temper tantrum, or has Welch calls it the Anastasia beat down. I calmly pull my ID. I flash it to within an inch of her nose. As the other Bimbo goes from smirk to panic. The red/gold/black stripes along the edge denotes the boss, the top executives. The large medallion sign mounted on the card means I work on the top floor. I smile as Bimbo one seems to shrink in her chair. "you should make note of the name." she does and faints. "don't just sit there, help your co-worker. Have Mrs. Thompson call Miss. Fields with a report and update." I cruise to the elevator. Walking with the down, plowing force of one piss off lady. I smirk as the doors close.
Arriving at Andreas desk, she smiles. "Go right in he's just finishing for the day. he's clear till tomorrow." She giggles into her hand.
I enter his office; Rumples is siting look out the window at some circling gulls. I lock the door. Chris looks up, licking his lips as my cloths seem to just fall away. Till I crawl up his body. Straddling his lap. Making meow and purring sounds. Soon we are against the window. As he rides me standing. The cold glass on my back, as the fire burns my loins.
It getting dark as we dress and head home. Taylor drives us. Thru the quiet streets on midtown Seattle. "Taylor stop at the wharf." Chris looks at me. "I'm walking my two crumple old men home." With a bright smile and bite of my lip. Chris nods.
We wander slowly home, enjoying the market, and sitting for a tea and coffee at a quiet café. Parks and Reynolds are following us. I suspect Gail might be miffed we're late for dinner. I enjoy this time with my fifty. We are just another young couple walking their dog, thru the twilight streets of Seattle's Pike Market district.
December 15.
My exam is over. We jet to Australia within the hour. It's going to be a quiet Christmas in Washington state. Luke and Shawnee are a cabin in Vermont's white mountains. Sawyer and Mia in our penthouse in New York. Elliot and Kate to her family's house in Barbados.
Steve and Mary in Georgetown DC with her Godfather and family. Elisa is going on a cruise with a certain curator from DC thru the Caribbean. Ben is staying in New York with his grandparents and a host of eligible ladies after grousing about the noisy wildlife of Montesano.
Only Mikey and Sammy will in town. They will be staying at Escala. Thus the adult will have empty houses to romp and frolic in. Grace is taking the whole holiday off. While Carrick is temporarily fired for the holidays. I suspect a Star Wars night is in store for the sated, elderly couple. I giggle and laugh as Boeing field takes shape in the windshield.
Mom and Dad are staying in Montesano. Ben complained he couldn't think with all the wild life noise. Dad is working with Elliot to improve the sound proofing. Specifically, for the master suite. We Steele women are loud and proud. As the blush creeps up my neck and flames my cheeks. I see my man waiting at the foot of the stairs. Shit! he's wearing a bath robe; my horny husband is about to get schooled.
I start for him, working up a head of steam, when he opens the robe. You did not Grey! As the word shudder out of my lips. He's wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I blush deeper and crash into his chest and arms. "Your, you bad. Cough. Bad boy, ugh! Christian Grey. Hu uhm" he kisses my hair. "Just the way you like it Anastasia Grey. Just the way you like me."
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December 27 Norfolk Naval base. Atlantic command headquarters.
"Admiral Hawthorne." I answer my phone.
"Admiral Beck. Judge Advocate Office. I was told by the FBI to contact you about an information request?"
"Who's the subject?"
"A civilian, Christian Grey of Seattle"
"WHY?" I ask. "I'm sorry but it concerns a legal case, I need your permission to accesses the information?" the lawyer spouts.
"Why do you need the information, Admiral. I would hate to bother the Chief of Staff with this." Suck on that pencil pusher.
"A prisoner due for release has named him as his son. Requesting his assistance with his father's returning to society." Shit. Shit. What a cluster f *#k.
"Alleged father. I want a full briefing either by this afternoon or tomorrow morning. No one is to contact the Grey family with this. PERIOD! Goodbye" I hang up, I have to call Steele, this could be good or very bad. I don't want my god daughters hurt by some random nut job.
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Washington DC Naval Yard, Judge Advocate Office.
Head of Prisoner Reparation Admiral Lawrence Beck.
The phone receiver hangs in my hand. Wow. What is this about. I summon LT. jg Jacobs to my office.
"Hawthorne wants a full brief by this afternoon or first thing tomorrow. Why is this simple procedure turning into a major thing? Anything on your end."
He shakes his head. I am about to call my boss. When chief petty officer Becker knock, he enters and smile at me. "I have some information on the Mueller case." Good finally some information. I nod my head.
"Carrick Grey is an unusually name. I googled the name with Seattle and came back with one person who has an adopted son named Christian. You're not going to like this." I wave my hand, get on with it chief.
"Carrick Grey, senior partner with Handcock, Moore and Grey. Currently heading the US anti-slave case in The Hague. Son Christian is recently married head of Grey Enterprise Holding. Inc... multibillionaire. No know birth father on record." Oh boy what a can of worms. I rub my brow. I see Jacob sweating. The name suddenly sound familiar.
"Why do the names sound familiar?" The chief smirks. "Mr. Grey youngest son is dating Congressman's Bales she-male son. And they had that college campus shoot out early in the summer."
"Alright. Jacobs hop the afternoon COD (shuttle flight) to Norfolk. Brief the Admiral and get what information you can. Chief double check all we know. If the Mueller is the kids father, we need to move correctly on it, if not we need to quash it before it get congressional or public or both." What a frigging problem.
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Norfolk:
I raise my eye brow as the Lawyer sweats bullets. My questions have been harsh and direct. I smile inward as I scowl outward. "I want a DNA test done. I will Contact the Grey and get Christian sample. You are not to contact them without my permission. Am I clear."
"With all due respect sir, I don't understand why your involved at all. This is not legal or ethical for you to have decision in this matter. If there is a issues, we must bring this directly to the Grey's. Mr. Grey is a lawyer of note. He will not take kindly to your interference." He stands his ground, good boy.
"I have been asked to spearhead this issue by the Steele family. My god daughters are my concern. If you like my oldest god daughter is just down the street at the O-club (officers' club) waiting for me, her late parent's the Kessler's are being remembered by his Academy Classmates. As well has friends of her late grandfather Admiral Mad-dog Sullivan."
"With respect sir. We're talking about the Grey family." I cut him off with a sharp cut of my hand.
"Lt. Jacobs. My youngest god daughter, Anastasia Steele, is the newly wed Mrs. Christian Grey. This matter will be double and triple checked before I or her father allow it to taint, hurt, or interfere with their happiness. The family has suffered to much in the past year. We will not allow this person if he is false to tarnish them. If he proves true, they we will make every effort to aid and reconnect with his son. But we will not take his word, or simple expedience; the cold hard truth is required here. Am I clear."
"Yes sir. I will await the DNA information. The prisoner Mueller has his on file. So a standard coding should suffice. Sir."
"Dismissed."
I ponder the problems and issues. My phone rings. My aid has set up a conference call.
"Gentleman. As Ray as briefed you. The JAG lawyer just left. Mueller is a very sick, pervert individual with a serious claim. Just from his photo, the resemblance is possible. What do we need to do?"
"We have the DNA file; I will dispatch a grey house security CPO with it to you. We will wait for the results. A deal with Mueller then." Carrick states matter of factly.
"I will pull some strings and get a better picture of Mueller, his crimes and any possible new revelations'." Welch says.
"I will make a trip to Kansas, see this guy for myself. Judge him. If he is Chris father, he will toe the line or be buried." Ray quietly states. I hear the hard edge of a serious SOG operator. Mueller will rue the day he crosses major Steele.
"All right people. Let solve this before the newlywed's get back."
The call ends. I sit thinking for several minutes. The clock is ticking; I will have to rush. The wife will be mad I'm late. But this shit is trying my patience. How a fucked up Air Mobile Major is screwing my family. If it's real I see nothing but strive. If it's fake, I will bury him under a rock.
