A/N: Thank you to the readers that haven't given up on me yet. Life is getting in the way a lot these days.
To the new followers, welcome!
Apologies in advance for editing errors.
Important: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.
Ana POV:
Holy freaking cow… I'm in a relationship. I'm in a relationship and it's with Christian Grey.
Christian picks up on my mood, but time for intense, lengthy discussions is over. We've reached my apartment and even after he shuts off the car, neither of us makes any move to get out. I turn at the same time he does, but he starts speaking first.
"Eventually, when you know all there is to know about me, you will leave me." I open my mouth to argue, but he shuts me up with a finger over my lips. "I know this. It's simply not possible for you to want a relationship with me after you know all there is to know about me. But, I don't want it to be soon. I feel alive for the first time in my life and I like this feeling. I accept that eventually you will leave, but not now. For that reason, I really need to ask you to do something for me." I nod, with his fingers still covering my lips. "Don't discuss us with anyone other than your friends and even with that I'm not completely comfortable. Not even my brother and especially not Elena. Also, if there is something about me that you want to know, I would appreciate it if you can ask me directly and no one else. I don't want someone to tell you their version of the truth. I will be honest with you when there is something that you need to know." He suddenly looks sad again and has to look down before looking into my eyes again. "I know you like to have as much information as possible, but knowledge, in this case, is a bad thing and I really like the idea of having you in my life. For now, let's just be together. That being said, I will never lie to you. I will always try my best to be as honest with you as possible." When he takes his finger from my mouth, I grab his hand and hold it tightly in both of mine.
"Christian, I won't discuss our relationship with Elena, but I must say that I did not get the feeling that Elena will deliberately try and ruin what we have. She cares about you and is trying to protect you." I explain, but the tension does not leave his eyes or shoulders.
"I don't think she will try and ruin my relationship with you, but I'm scared that she will unintentionally reveal something about my past that I would have preferred to tell you myself and try to explain… at the right time." I see and I also don't, if that even makes sense.
"I will avoid discussing you with her at all." He starts to relax, but is not quite there yet.
In order to get him to relax, I do the only thing I can think of and fall into his arms with my arms around his neck and my lips on his. It takes a fraction of a second for him to catch up with me. But when he does… oh boy… this man can kiss.
Our tongues are doing a passionate dance, but it's when he bites down on my lip that I feel the damp forming in my panties. I should have invited him up to have this conversation in my room as we could be having this make out session on my bed.
When he pulls away, I moan softly. I don't want him to stop. In fact, I want him to take me upstairs and show me again who I belong to… as he puts it. Not that I feel comfortable being referred to like I'm a possession. Then again, I won't mind having him as a possession. Available at a moment's notice for anything I can think off… A knock on his window interrupts the dirty thoughts running through my head and Christian is looking at me with narrowed eyes.
"I'm taking a rain check on whatever thoughts are running through your pretty head right now, baby." He says smugly and I raise my eyebrows as I reach for my bag.
"I have no idea what you are referring to, Mr. Grey." I argue and he pulls me closer to whisper against my lips.
"Your lip biting, lust filled eyes, erect nipples, and if my guess is correct, wet panties, says differently, Ms. Steele." I can feel the heat on my cheeks, so I must be as red as a tomato right now. "But if that's how you feel, I will see you at six and we can discuss this further when we get back later tonight." After a quick kiss to my forehead, I see Elliot walking around to my side of the car. I'll be damned if I'm going to be the only one turned on and frustrated.
"If you want, meet me at five and maybe we can discuss this first. You can remind me again that I'm yours before we have to leave." I jump out of the car before he has time to react, but his sharp intake of breath did not escape my notice.
When the elevator door opens, I feel someone push me inside from behind. With my front against the mirror wall of the elevator, I look into determined gray eyes.
Christian POV:
"If you want, meet me at five and maybe we can discuss this first." I like this sexy, teasing side of her. When she starts to get out, I want to drag her back and tell Elliot to get lost. I have a painful erection and all I have been thinking about for the last couple of hours was being inside her. She has become an obsession to me… an addiction. I cannot get enough of her or her sexy body that has the ability to provide more pleasure that I thought was even possible. "You can remind me again that I'm yours before we have to leave." I take a deep breath as she jumps out and stroll past a stunned Elliot.
Before Elliot recovers himself to close the door in order for us to leave, I jump out to storm after Ana.
"Wait here. I won't be long." I shout as I make my way to the elevator.
I'm relieved when I reach the elevator to discover that we will be the only occupants. I push her into the elevator and when it closes behind us, I press the emergency stop and pin her to the elevator wall. With her back pressed against me, we are both facing the mirrored wall.
My hand is already cupping her sex through her pants with my other hand under her shirt, massaging her nipple before pinching it with a bit more pressure than last night. With her hands pressed against the mirror and her head fallen back onto my shoulder, she push down onto my hand. My painful erection is now just about to combust and I press it into her back for some relieve.
"You belong to me, Ana. Never forget that." I say through clenched teeth, trying desperately to regain some measure of the control that seems out of my reach at this very moment. When she don't respond, I put my palm over her clit and press harder while moving my hand around her to her other nipple. She moans loudly and I stare at the two of us in the mirror.
She is thoroughly turned on now and I cannot leave her like this. I could stare at her in this state for the rest of my life. She is so fucking hot and unbelievably sexy like this.
"I need…" she starts, but stops when my hand leaves her breast to loosen her pants. "We can't… not here…" she argues, but there is no time now to move to another location. She needs to come now and I really need to fuck her soon, but that will have to wait until later.
"Shh, baby. I've got you." I whisper into her ear just as I slip two fingers through her wet folds into her hot sex. This will definitely not take long at all. I wonder for how long she will be this responsive to my touch.
To my utter surprise and also immense joy, before I have time to move my fingers in and out of her, she starts to push down into my hand and then back up again. When only my finger tips are still inside her, she pushes back down and up again. Moaning loudly.
I've never, in my entire life, seen anything so erotic. I know it's because she just affects me on a level that even John can't explain, but I don't care. I feel her muscles starting to contract and I grab her chin in my other hand in order for her to face the mirrored wall.
"Look at us, Ana. See how good I make you feel. I'm the only one… no one else." I tell her and she looks at our reflection in front of her. I sound like a possessive Neanderthal, but I don't care. I'm essentially a selfish person and I want everything she is willing to give me. The mere thought of her with anyone else, and there has been a couple since I met her, is enough to drive me insane.
"Only you." She whimpers and starts move with more deliberate movements.
"You like that, baby." She nods with another loud moan. "I like seeing you like this." When her one hand leaves the mirror to reach back and grab onto my hair, teeth biting down on her lip, I know she is seconds away from coming. I almost come in my pants at the mere sight of her. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby." I whisper close to her ear and add another finger just as she starts to climax.
Twenty minutes after I jumped out of my car, I stroll back to it to see a smug Elliot leaning casually against the passenger side of my car.
"Seriously? You couldn't wait a couple of hours?" he asks. I give him a smile and put on my sun glasses as I get back into my car.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I wanted to see Ana safely to her door and also give her a goodbye kiss. I was simply being a gentleman." I defend myself and start the car before Elliot is properly inside.
"It's 2012 Christian, most buildings have cameras in elevators these days. Not that I'm saying you did anything. Just reminding you."
"Not this one."
"You can't be sure of that. All I'm saying is that elevators are not the best place to make out anymore."
"I can assure you that we did not make out in the elevator," getting her off is a lot different from making out. "Also, I know for a fact that this building do not have cameras in the elevator at the moment, but it will on Monday." That was the soonest that the building management agreed to increase the security. It did take a bit of persuasion and a threat of what is to come their way if anything happens to Anastasia or Kate. Kate might not be my favourite person and I'm sure the feeling is mutual, but she is important to Ana and Elliot and therefore her safety is important.
"Oh, you must be fucking kidding me! You cannot be serious, Christian. You've known this woman for five seconds and already you are invading her privacy from every possible angle?" He asks shocked, as if any of this comes as a surprise. When I continue driving to the golf course without so much as a glance in his direction, he shakes his head. "You are just fucking unbelievable. You have more money than brains." He goes on, mostly to himself before he looks at me again. "She could have told you to fuck off this weekend, which she did from what I could see last night. Yet, you still went ahead and got their building to increase security? Did you do a background check on her as well?"
"Yes. And for the record, even if she turned me down, I would have asked Taylor to check out the security. You seem to forget that the added security will also be beneficial for Kate." When he says nothing, I give him the truth. "I need her to be safe and protected, Eliot. You know that I don't open up to just anyone, but she is different. Nothing can happen to her."
"At least it will be entertaining… you know… you trying to control her, she refusing to be controlled. I will however warn you that overstepping the boundaries and invading her privacy are not going to work in your favour, little brother. I know that this is your first girlfriend, but girls go crazy over shit like that." Only if they find out.
Ana POV:
"What about this one, Ana? Christian will not be able to keep his hands of you." Maya says and I turn around to see her holding a white set of lingerie in her hands. It really is beautiful, but I don't want something white.
"It looks very nice." I say, walking over to take it from her. Even the lace is supper soft. The thong is… well, barely there. It's actually a shame to pay this ridiculous amount of money for so little material, but then again, I'm sure Christian would like it.
"Ana, do you feel like being a bit adventurous tonight? I mean, I'm sure that now that your cherry is popped, your naughty side can be set free." Oh fuck, she did not just say that out loud. When the sales lady looks me up and down, I take it I'm not the only one that heard it.
"Maya! I don't think my dad heard you at the other side of Seattle."
"I see that losing your virginity made you cranky. But as I was saying, you should set free your naughty side." When I frown, she holds up something that I'm not even sure what it is. I've always been a plain Jane and that's more… well… Kate.
"Maya, Ana won't go for something like that." Kate says, walking over to take the underwear, if it can be called that, from Maya. "It's a bit too adventurous for her and not for the faint hearted. We wouldn't want poor Christian to get a heart attack. Elliot mentioned that he does not really date and they have never even seen him with a woman. They thought that he might be gay. He was most like also a virgin until last night. We should start the two of them off with something more conservative." If only she knew. Maya snatches the outfit out of Kate's hands and holds it for me to have a closer look.
"Kate, that's just bullshit and you know it. That man screams sex and I'm sure he knows a million ways to make a girl forget about all the shit that comes with getting into his bed. When do the two of you even have time to gossip with Elliot's tongue permanently in your mouth?" She scolds Kate, who couldn't be more wrong, before turning back to me. "Ana, this is a crotchless garter thong. It gets amazing results, especially if you are at a dinner party and your man knows what is under your dress. That's of course, if you are brave enough to dress in something like this. I personally don't see the problem, it's not like anyone would see it." She wiggles her brows and I grab the outfit from her.
The top is a corset with the thong that is like Maya said…crotchless. After selecting thigh high black stockings to go with the black thong, I take a matching black bra as well for when I want to wear the thong without the corset. I like the blue ribbons. It makes the slutty outfit a bit more girly. Shit, I will be blushing the entire evening.
"How is Ray doing anyway? You weren't gone very long." Well, that's because he was, as always, on his way out to make sure his staff are doing their job. He really needs a woman in his life. Being on his own has turned him into a workaholic.
"He had other things that he needed to do. We did make a lunch date for next week Sunday. I thought it would be the ideal time to introduce him to Christian if he will be able to go with me. Anyway, we will need to get going if we still want to get wine on our way home."
Christian and Elliot are running late and will be here in time to pick us up before six. That ruined my plan to get some private time with Christian before we go to his parent's house. I think it's only fair if I give him a little taste of what he has missed. I was really looking forward to seeing him alone for a few minutes before going to meet is parents.
I'm nervous about my choice of outfit for dinner. I carefully place my black wrap dress on the bed and start to finish my hair and make-up. After a soft knock on my bedroom door, it opens to reveal a very hot Christian. With a pair of jeans, black boots, white button shirt and a black blazer, he looks like a model. His timing is perfect as my hair and make-up are done and I was about to put on my dress.
"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting." He says, closing the door and pulling me into his arms.
"Hello. I was about to put on my dress as we should be going. I'm sorry for running a bit…" I don't get to finish as the quick hello kiss, turns into something close to the elevator kiss of last night. Scared that he will find my little surprise sooner than planned, I pull away with one last kiss on his lips. "I would feel very uncomfortable if we arrive late for dinner with your parents." Christian takes a deep breath and turns around to walk to the door.
"Then I will have to wait in the living room. There is no way that we will get out of here soon if I have to sit here and watch you get dressed." Halfway out the door, he turns back. "But you should prepare yourself for when we get back here, Ms. Steele. I'm collecting on that rain check from earlier." And with that, he is gone, leaving me to get dressed as soon as possible before I change my mind.
I may look like a nice, sweet girl, but I feel like a slut sitting in Christian's car on our way to his parent's house. What the hell possessed me to dress with crotchless panties for a dinner at my new boyfriend's house? Oh yes, Kate wanting to get something more conservative.
"Ana, you look lovely and my parents will love you. Please will you relax." Christian says, putting one hand tenderly on my thigh.
"It's not really that, but thank you." Before he could ask what is wrong then, I decide to go for distraction, "Where is Taylor today?"
"He's driving behind Elliot and Kate. Elliot and I have been seen alone all day. With you and Kate now with us, I don't want to take any chances." What does that mean? Take chances with what? "Ana, don't look so worried. Taylor and his team work very hard to ensure my safety. I get several threats on a daily basis. Some threaten to hurt me, but most of these guys are simply out for an easy payday. Being who I am, there will always be some kind of security risk and for that reason, I have a highly paid and very competent security team. I'm fanatical about safety and security, but apart from a handful of incidents, there has never been real danger." He explains, but that does not really get me to relax.
"Wow, I can't even imagine what it is like living like that. Constantly on the edge and always surrounded with security… waiting for something to happen." I say mostly to myself and curse myself again for my brain-to-mouth filter that seems to be out of order again. He gets that sad, faraway look before turning his attention back on the road.
"I'm not really waiting for something to happen, Ana. I merely ensure that I, along with my staff, am prepared in case something does go wrong." At least he does not sound offended, but he sounds unhappy about what I just said. After a couple of seconds of intense silence, he finally breaks it, "I was wondering if you would mind if I attended your graduation on Thursday." If I'm completely honest with myself, I'm relieved that I would not have to wait until Saturday to see him, depending on his plans for next weekend of course.
"I would like that, but you don't have to if you have other things to do. I know that you are probably very busy." Not that I understand yet what he does.
"I'm the boss, Ana and I would like to join you on your special day." Is his immediate answer and I make a mental note to ask him to tell me about what he do for a living.
If he tried to distract me, he did a great job as I had no time to worry about the impending dinner or slutty underwear. When we enter the gate of a huge mansion, I realise that it's time… I'm about to meet his parents.
By the time we pull up to the house, I'm about to pass out. That is, until my door is snatched open by a vivacious and energetic woman with black hair and beautiful, big blue eyes.
"OMG. OMG! You're real and you're here. This is so awesome. I. Can't. Believe. It. Christian has a girlfriend." She screeches, jumping up and down with her hands in front of her mouth like she's about to pray.
"Yes, and now I probably have to find a new one as you just ruin her hearing and scared her off." Christian says when he reaches my door, standing next to who I'm guessing is Mia. "If you don't mind, can I help her out of the car?"
"Please excuse our daughter, Anastasia. She is not usually quite this loud. She has been jumping up and down since we got the news that…" Christian's mother starts before she is interrupted by Christian.
"Mom, Dad, this is Anastasia Steele. Ana, this is my father Carrick, my mother Grace and my sister Mia." Christian does the introductions, but it's not until his hand comes to rest on the small of my back that I completely relax. Elliot and Kate, who arrived to the door first, are standing behind the Grey's looking amused. I'm glad they think this is amusing.
"It's nice to meet all of you. I apologize for us being late." Since we are almost thirty minutes late, someone should at least offer an apology and neither Elliot nor Christian seems in a hurry to do it.
"Don't worry, Ana. We've been waiting twenty four years for this moment, a couple of minutes more did not hurt anyone." Grace says and I frown, looking up at Christian who simply shakes his bowed head.
"Grace, give the kids some room to walk into the house at least." Carrick says and stands to the side, dragging his wife with him after a quick hand shake with Christian and a hug for Elliot.
An hour later, Kate and I have looked at what feels like hundreds of pictures of Christian and Elliot growing up. The two bothers is direct opposites. Elliot is smiling in every photo. Christian somewhat smiles in some of them, but not a lot. He does not look unhappy, but he definitely does not look happy. When we get to the photos of them as teenagers, it is clear that Elliot is the player of the two. After the age of seventeen, he is very rarely in a picture without a girl and very rarely the same girl more than a couple of times as an adult. Judging by Kate's glare in Elliot's direction that fact did not escape her notice.
On the other hand there is Christian. Not one single photograph of him with a girl. Where Elliot looks carefree and happy, he looks pensive and withdrawn in most photos. There is also a definite shift in his appearance and attitude from about age sixteen. He seems more confident and his appearance seems more put together. When I catch Christian's eye and he frowns at me, I move my attention back to the conversation between Kate and Grace.
"When we come back from vacation, I will be starting at Kavanagh media. I preferred to work for another media house, but since my brother decided not to follow in my father's footsteps and one day take over from him; I don't really have a choice." Kate says and I can see that she is still unhappy about being forced to join Kavanagh media. The threat however to take away all the perks that goes with being a Kavanagh gave her little choice in the matter. She likes comfort and is not about to jeopardise it by insisting to find a job somewhere else.
"I tried to persuade all off my children to go into medicine and Carrick also tried to get one of them to go into law, but they all decided to go into different directions and they have all been successful," Grace says, looking every bit like the proud mother she has every right to be. "What are your plans for the future Ana?" Grace asks and I cringe internally. I know what I want to do, but I have nowhere to do it yet. When I take too long to answer, Kate steps in.
"Ana wants to be a social worker. She spent every available minute the last five years studying and will graduate top of her class on Thursday." To her credit, Grace hides her surprise very quickly. I wouldn't have even seen it if I wasn't looking directly at her. I guess I can see why she seems surprised. Social worker meets reclusive billionaire with intimacy issues, not to mention haphephobia.
"And what direction do you plan to go in, Ana?" Grace asks.
"Community development, welfare, child protection and case management. Psychotherapy is not my strong point. According to my professor I lack the ability to see the bad side of people and only focus on the good. So I decided to try and improve the quality of life and social well-being of others. Primarily focussing, but not limited to women and children." I tell her and she seems genuinely interested
"Have you found employment yet?" Everyone's attention is suddenly focussed on our conversation as Elliot and Mia returned from wherever they went and Christian and Carrick finished their discussion about a company that Christian wants to buy.
"I have applied at a couple of institutions and most looks promising, but I will unfortunately not get an offer until after graduation. In the meantime, we have to get through the next week, graduation and the move." I say in an attempt to get the focus off my current state of unemployment. I know it's not something to be ashamed about as I will only graduate this week, but in a room filled with successful people, I do feel ashamed. Grace looks at Christian who slightly nods at some unspoken question.
"Ana, Kate mentioned earlier that she will be taking a two week break to go on vacation with her family before starting work next month. Do you have any plans to take a vacation?" Carrick asks and Christian takes the opportunity to come and sit next to me when Grace gets up to put the photo boxes away.
"Yes, but only for a few days." I feel Christian stiffen next to me, but I ignore his reaction and continue, "I'm planning on visiting my mom next week in Georgia for about four days. She won't be able to attend the graduation due to a prior commitment and I haven't seen her since Christmas."
"What day will you be back?" Mia asks, looking from Grace to Christian, who is still as stiff as a board. I'm sure he can understand that the topic hasn't come up yet.
"I was thinking of leaving next week Monday afternoon or Tuesday early morning and I'll probably be back the following Friday morning." I say, taking a peek at Christian for the first time and as I thought, he looks unhappy.
"That's perfect then. You will be…" Mia continues, but is interrupted by Grace.
"Mia, please come help me put the food on the table. Everyone else can please make their way to the dining room."
Mia reluctantly follows her mother and Elliot and Kate follows Carrick. When I get up to follow as well, I'm held back by Christian.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks in a hushed voice.
"Because I didn't think about it until your father asked me. It's only a few days." I explain, but he still looks unhappy. I sit back down next to him and turn to face him, "What exactly is the problem with me going away for a few days?" I ask and he seems to take forever before he finally responds.
"I won't be seeing you this week and then again the entire week after that. I will only be seeing you on weekends." He says and before I have time to figure out what that is supposed to mean, he leans closer and talks softer, "I used to only see my subs on weekends. I don't want to only see you on weekends." And my heart breaks for this poor man.
"Christian, why are there no photos of you with a girl?" I ask, genuinely curious. I mean, look at him. Even as a teenager he was very handsome.
"For the same reason that my family was so excited to meet you. I told you that I've never had a girlfriend before and that goes for dates too. I always attend corporate, as well as family functions on my own and only stay long enough in order to not be considered rude." He explains and I lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hopefully not anymore." I say against his lips and I can feel him smile.
"Definitely not anymore. Come, everyone is waiting for us. But this discussion is not over."
A/N: I promise to not make you wait this long again.