A/N: I apologise for the delay in updating, I run my own business and these last few months have been really intense and the coming months are likewise also extremely busy so just warning that there will be another delay. Thank you for bearing with me and thank you for reading my story.
Christian's POV – Saturday 30 July 2011
Our married life, my wife…. who would have thought that I could find such a beautiful woman and that she'd agree to be mine, forever and I pull her against me, her snuggle against my chest a miracle that makes me smile as I place a gentle kiss on the top of her head and hold her tight.
The smile fades as she falls asleep and whimpers against me, the small grimaces as she tries to make herself comfortable has sleep giving me the truth that she would never admit, she is in such pain and I can't wait to get her on the plane and into bed. There are no thoughts in my head other than taking her pain away and when Gail turns to look at me, I ask quietly to make sure she has the medication and her concerned nod calms me a little. I am happy to hold off on the whole honeymoon, despite all the planning, despite Taylor and Gail, if Ana is in too much pain but drawing the truth out of her is the hardest task.
Just as we reach the airport, Ana wakes and as she stretches and looks up at me, the smile spreads over her face and pure love shines out of her eyes, it's a shy whisper, "Hi, handsome husband, I love you." There is no indication of pain but I know how good she is at hiding it and want to say something but I decide that I'm taking my cues from her and how can I resist those eyes, that mouth and I lean down and our lips dance gently.
"My gorgeous wife, I love you too and we're about to head off on our little adventure but I need to know how much pain you are in," and I don't manage to say any more as her eyes shutter down and she looks annoyed for a second before an apology appears in her eyes and in her tone.
"If I promise to take the medication will you not talk about my pain again? Will you trust me to tell you? I want to enjoy the break away from reality and our weird reality so far, just us and enjoy Taylor and Gail's wedding and then travelling, I am so excited. Will you trust me?"
How can I resist her but I will do everything in my power to ensure that she has the best time, the greatest luxury so that her body can heal while still ensuring that she experiences all the things she doesn't even know she wants, so I simply nod and at her raised eyebrow, say, "With severe reservations, I will trust you, but you must promise to tell me, mom gave me extra medication so that you don't need to have any pain." Her eyes search my face for a moment and then she nods and relaxes back against me for the remainder of the trip to the airport.
Heading straight out to the jet, Taylor opens the door and I jump out and leaning back in, take Ana in my arms as she exclaims in surprise and a touch of defiance, "What are you doing?"
"I need to carry you over every threshold, its traditional and the plane is the first one," I say with a grin at her pained look, she can't complain about that and I may well carry her everywhere for the next few weeks.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going yet? I can see that this is a bigger plane than normal." And at my shake of my head, she pouts prettily but I can see that she's ok with my response as she snuggles back into my arms, I think the times that I have asked her to trust me with surprises have always exceeded her expectations so she's happy to find out as we go.
Crossing the threshold, I place her down so that the captain can welcome her aboard as Mrs Grey and she smiles shyly as she greets him and I can't wait to show her around, she's not seen the inside of this jet and the fully appointed sleeping quarters I intend for her to utilise after take-off and after I take her out of the perfect dress, making good on my promises.
I smile at the strength in Ana's hands, she's tiny compared to me but take-off always has my hand in a crushing grip that leaves me sore and with an apology once we've levelled out. Making the most of my opportunities, I once again lift her, supposedly because that way I can cross the threshold into the bedroom and she cocks that eyebrow and smiles, a stifled yawn I see and know that the lack of sleep last night plus our beautiful day may well mean, woah, nope, her hand is indicating something else entirely and I hurry the last few steps into the bedroom eager to continue what she's starting.
Closing and locking the solid door behind us, this is one place that no-one is going to look in the window and with the door locked, no one can disturb us either, the start of our married life has to be different to the start of our relationship where everyone managed to intrude at inappropriate moments.
Her bejewelled garter is removed as promised, with my teeth and catching sight of her bottom, I can't help the guffaw and lift my eyes to her dancing ones, how I love my wife, she reserves much of her sense of humour for me and she matches me wit for wit, a dance I never thought possible.
Hours later I wake, holding her in my arms, the cat got the cream look is still on her face, her hair tousled and as I move to kiss her, in her sleep she lifts her face to mine and I'm gone again. I need to be deep inside her but know that she allowed me to do too much, she didn't allow me restraint, she knocked down all my control, coming alive like she never has before in our bed, the words wife and husband awakening an amazing tiger.
Her hands moving over my abs are accompanied by her giggle, "I do think I deserve that chocolate cake off your abs now…." And I slide my arm out from her as I lean it to give a quick kiss and place my finger on her lip, I am so glad I planned ahead.
Sauntering over to the little fridge in the room, knowing that Ana's eyes are on me I tighten my butt muscles and am rewarded by that giggle and return with two slices of Gail's chocolate cake watching Ana's face glowing with delight. "I made sure that Gail used extra frosting," I add just to hear the giggle bubble back up, her face almost as red as that very first time.
"I was so embarrassed," is the whisper as I feed her a forkful of mine, hers sitting on the bedside table.
"Where would you like me, my darling wife?" I ask innocently and by the time we're finished, we are both covered in chocolate frosting, Ana licking my stomach was my complete undoing and I will never be able to eat chocolate cake without having the most delicious memories.
A joint shower and once again I am glad I spent the extra money to install a fully appointed double shower unfortunately I'm aware of our time of descent and so we're dressed quicker than I want to be but just as the call comes through that we are starting our descent and we return to our seat, Ana is peering out the window trying to ascertain where we might be landing and I can feel her shaking, "Excited or scared?" I ask cautiously and the smile is my answer.
"So excited. The flight was too far for North America and not far enough to be somewhere like Australia or Africa, I can't imagine you going to South America so unless I am completely wrong, I'm thinking somewhere in Europe, am I right? Mind you, I don't care where we go as long as I'm with you."
"Well, we'll be landing in half an hour, so you will find out soon where we are today and each day, I will only tell you in the morning, just make sure to tell me if there is anything you absolutely want to do and our plans will be changed appropriately, it is all extremely fluid, if you want to sleep for a day, that is perfectly fine. Please tell me if you are sore and if you are going to turn into a tiger like last night, I think I will need to factor on more rest days. And don't pout, baby, I saw the limp as we walked back to our seats." Her shoulders slump a little at my last words and she nods.
Saturday 6 August 2011
A week spent in London and I have never seen it like I have with Ana, her pure enjoyment and amazement bleeds through everything and I enjoy the sights, this time hearing the history, a show on West End has me absorbing and feeling the stories and finally, visiting the houses where Ana's favourite authors wrote or lived and I can't believe how much her inner light was stoked, her body almost vibrating with excitement and my biggest gift is watching her enjoyment.
Taylor and Gail have been included in our excursions as much as Ana could cajole them into joining us and then today when Sophie flew into London with Gail's sister and Sawyer, I sat down with Taylor and organised the next week, our security detail will change but I have complete faith that Taylor will have organised the best possible replacement and I can't believe it when he tells me who his replacement will be and clap him on the shoulder, I never knew.
Ana's POV – Saturday 6 August 2011
A rest day yesterday was exactly what I needed because even though I don't want to admit it, my body is hurting too much and another day walking around sights might have been just one day too much. To spend it pampering Gail was so satisfying, I can't thank Gail enough, not only has she been more of a mother to me than Carla ever was and she saved my life at the bank hijack attempt for which I will forever be indebted to her but I love her. Knowing how she never spends any time on herself, she deserves all the pampering we could organise and she looked beautifully relaxed and happy at the end of it all.
Returning to our room, Christian touched me and felt the oily skin from the massage and relaxed me so much further that we nearly missed dinner with Taylor and Gail although, I think we were only minutes behind them, Gail's flushed face and Taylor's smile an indication that they are enjoying the trip as much as us.
Today we have made our way to the amazing Orkney Islands in Scotland, I have to keep pinching myself to reassure myself it is not all a dream, not only have I already had the most amazing week of my life but the beauty of these islands is breathtaking and the perfect spot for Gail and Taylor's marriage.
Taylor has organised it all, Gail's slight trepidation over this completely melts when she sees the chapel and happy tears flow all around. There are 70 islands with only 20 inhabited, the chapel is on Lamb Holm, one of the small uninhabited islands, it is an Italian chapel built by Italian POW's during the second world war and it is simply perfect.
Taylor's best man is his twin brother Daniel, a big bear of a man that looks just like him but with a shyer smile, hair tied back in a ponytail and bigger arms. Daniel's gentle hug of Gail and I in direct contrast to his size and his big swinging hug of Sophie has her giggling with delight then he changes before our eyes as he turns to Christian and is all business, he shakes his hand with a, "Mr Grey, at your service, I understand I will be taking over security for the next week."
Now it makes sense why Taylor was happy to hand over duties, they think the same, Daniel, and for once Christian relaxes his surname rule as calling Daniel "Taylor" was simply confusing, was in the same platoon as Taylor when deployed and had left the services at the same time and moved into security, the difference was that he moved to Scotland and so knows this area like the back of his hand.
Now for the second time in a week my heart fills with joy as a single violin fills the chapel with the strains of Ava Maria and I watch Taylor's eyes mist as he watches first Sophie skip down the aisle towards him, scattering rose petals as she moves and then the smile on his face beams as he watches Gail walk towards him.
I reserve a special smile as Christian takes her hand that has rested on his arm on the walk down the aisle and places it in Taylor's before stepping back to me and wrapping his arm around me, placing a light kiss on the top of my head and then taking my hand as we sit.
The Scottish brogue of the celebrant has me straining to understand the service but there is no mistaking the, "You may kiss the bride" and Taylor loses all his normal reserve, Gail eventually comes up for air with rosy cheeks and the broadest smile I have ever seen lighting up her face.
The smile stays on her face for the rest of the day as the photos are taken through the Ring of Brodgar Stone Circle and Henge, so much better than Stonehenge and it is beautiful to watch Gail who also has never been out of the United States, gobsmacked by the beauty of Maes Howe. While it is a burial cairn and tomb, it is formed as a bright green grass mound and while it would be interesting to investigate the internal vaults, both Gail and I giggle at the thought of all the men squeezing through the 3ft entrance and leave it perhaps for another day.
With the brothers both former soldiers, the Ness Battery, as one of the best preserved wartime sites in Britain is infinitely interesting to them and provides Gail, her sister, Sophie and I time for a lovely afternoon tea in some tearooms overlooking the spectacular coast line before we head off for a reception dinner. The reception is in a fully glass building which is just 250 ft from the edge of the cliff with views across the strait that separates the Orkney Islands and is the perfect location as a storm rolls in. The waves crashing, the lightning in the sky provides a natural fireworks display and the most delightful local produce crafted into mouth-watering morsels round off a totally perfect day.
There are fits of giggles when it is realised that we are all sharing accommodation in a beautifully converted mill which while luxurious and homely and laid out on five different levels, seems to shrink in size with us all there. However exhaustion on my part and Sophie and her aunt mean that we separate quickly and head off to our own sleeping areas while Daniel and Sawyer sprawl out on the fold out couches downstairs working over the plan for tomorrow.
Taylor and Gail leave for their honeymoon in the morning, a few days will be spent with Sophie and her aunt and then on their departure, a proper honeymoon in France awaits and I hug them both as they leave, so happy for their obvious joy and glad that finally they are having the well-earned break they deserve.
Christian is even more excited if that is possible, finally we are totally alone, granted with Daniel and Sawyer as security but we are alone and his plans for the day sound exquisite, historical, beautiful and every minute spent with him. However after he inexplicably decides that we should swim in the ice cold waters, it might be the height of summer but it's still freezing, my body reacts with every recently broken bone reminding me of how recently the accident occurred and his contrite apology with hot chocolates and blissful shower, goes a long way to warming me to my bones. His other methods of warming me in ways only he knows how mean that I fall asleep again, losing most of the morning.
Waking to the most delicious scent wafting into the bedroom, Christian sitting and working on his computer doesn't notice my waking and so I enjoy taking in the view, his shirt off, his muscles glistening in the light, his legs, strong and muscly and the shorts making him decent but since I know what's hidden, I can't help the blush or the giggle and his head lifts immediately, the smile breaking across his face.
"Hey sleepy head," is barely out of his mouth and he is sliding into bed next to me, work forgotten like I've never seen him forget it, rolling me onto his chest as he takes my mouth and devours me like he hasn't seen me for days not just an hour or so.
The urgency makes me smile and I enjoy his hand wandering and waking my body, circling, waking, exciting until I climb needily on board. Clenching around him as he slides in, stopping for a second to savour and he instinctively lifts his knees tilting me forward. Every time I rock gently, he is hitting in exactly the right spot and his hand hasn't stopped, his thumb circling on my clit so that as I rock, he's hitting me in the perfect spot inside and his thumb stroking at the right pressure outside has me almost mindless.
Slow and steady, rocking, building, his hand comes up and massages a breast, squeezing a nipple as my eyes close and I try to remember to breathe, rocking, rolling, feeling, building, building. No fast movements, just a rock that mmmmm that mmmmmmmmmm just builds and builds and then with an ooooh, ahhh, moan, head jerking back, rolling forward sequence of involuntary movements, I lean forward onto his chest as I explode hard against him, breathing hard as I rest for a beat. He can feel me throbbing and his breath quickens, he drops his knees and rolls me over in one movement, my hands rest on his chest, squeezing his nipples as has his length plunges deep, lifting me higher once again.
I watch his face and feel the tightness in his body, his thrusts creating a perfect storm until he thrusts hard one last time with an "Oh baby!" moan from his lips and then he stills, pulsing, deep inside, his body relaxing, a small smile of satisfaction and he rolls, pulling me close for a soft kiss and cuddle, my face on his shoulder, his arms around me and we drift back off to sleep…. "My gorgeous wife... Mine.." a small whisper…. Lunch forgotten… again…. The afternoon's plans pushed back…. Daniel and Sawyer left to check their watches, shrug and reschedule and then play cards and be grateful that the ancient buildings walls are made of solid stone.