Ana's POV

Ever since Christian showed me our… what did I call it, our kinky castle, I've been itching to get back here. We've tried to set aside time, but something always came up with the kids. Christopher got in trouble in school one day, so we had to meet with his teacher. Sophie had a fever one day, so Christian and to pick her up from school and bring her home. Monte has been very fussy at night, and Christian and I have been taking turns staying up with him. And Elizabeth and Christopher celebrated their birthdays last week. Elizabeth turned eight and Christopher turned six. It was hard for them to have their birthdays without their parents, so we tried really hard to give them a special day. They wanted to celebrate at Bounce House, so we invited their classmates and made arrangements for a private party.

We are now here, at our kinky castle, and we have a few hours to ourselves while the kids are in school and Gail and Penny are taking care of the babies. Christian took the morning off but he'll need to spend some time at Grey House this afternoon. I can't even begin to verbalize how excited I am. I mean, we've had sex a few times at home since finding out my body has healed, but at home our alone time is limited and we always have to worry about one of the kids or babies needing us. Here, we can just focus on each other.

Christian has my wrists bound in leather cuffs and attached to the grid above my head. He is shirtless and he's wearing flannel pants. I'm topless but my panties are still on. He has blindfolded me, so I can't see him or what he is doing. I feel him standing behind me. I feel his breath on my neck. And then I feel his fingers barely touch my skin at my hips. He runs his fingers up and down my sides as he plants kisses on my neck and shoulder. He continues to kiss me and uses his fingers to draw circles around my hip bones. And then he starts to use his finger nails. I move my head to the side to give him better access to my throat, and I feel him suck and bite. Ah… I feel one hand slip into my panties and he starts to gently play with my clit. He's still kissing, biting and sucking, and I nearly convulse when he bites my earlobe. He leaves go of me completely, and all I can do is stand with my hands bound above my head and catch my breath.

Next I feel him standing in front of me. He places his hands on my hips and squats down. He plants kisses on my stomach, and I start to feel insecure about it. My stomach is so ugly right now, yet he is kissing it the same way he's always kissed my body. I start to squirm. "Still, Baby" he says in his husky voice. He plants a few more kisses, and then I feel him slowly lower my panties. He plants a kiss on the inside of my thigh while he pulls them down my legs. He lifts each ankle so that I step out of them, and once again there is no contact for a few seconds.

He starts to work me over with a feather tickler. It's been a long time since he's done this. My body doesn't have much of a tolerance. I'm very ticklish.

"Keep still" he admonishes softly. I do my best to not move around so much, but I find it very difficult. He is brushing it across my thighs, and then he circles me so that it brushes across my behind. And then I feel it. A sharp sting across my behind from a riding crop, I think. I gasp. It takes me by surprise because I wasn't expecting it. I few seconds later I feel the feather tickler again. This time he is brushing it around my stomach. He circles my navel a few times and then works his way down to my sex. He removes the tickler and I feel the riding crop swat me again, this time at my sex. I let out a louder gasp. "Hush" he admonishes again. I am breathless. This is beyond hot. I feel the ticker again, at my behind again. And then I feel the crop. I was expecting it this time, so I am able to better control my reaction. "Good girl." He continues this pattern with the tickler and the crop. My sex. My behind. My breasts. My sex, and that sends me over the edge.

He holds me until I come down from my orgasm, and then he lifts me and wraps my legs around his hips. He pushes my body until I am leaned up against a wall, and my wrists are still connected to the grid. I can feel that he's already removed his pants. I'm not sure when he did that, but I don't have that much time to think about it, because he is already inside of me. His face is at my throat and he is thrusting. Oh no!

"Ouch! Ahh!" I cry out. Oh, this hurts so bad.

"Ouch?" He stops immediately and pulls out of me. He also removes the blindfold. "Ana, what is it?"

I'm having a hard time answering him because I am crying in pain and squirming in his arms. I am aware that he's disconnected the leather cuffs from the grid and he quickly has me on the bed. I immediately reach for my leg and try to relieve the pain.

"Ana? Baby, I need you to tell me what hurts."

"Mmmm my leg, my leg" I manage to blurt out. "Owwwww!" I continue to scream and cry. I grab at my leg and try to position it so it will stop hurting, but the pain is getting worse.

"Alright, alright, shhhhh, Baby, it's okay, it's okay." He tries to soothe me with words and starts to massage my calf and the area behind my knee. I leave go of my leg and place my hands on the bed while he continues to push the pain out of my leg. A charley horse. I haven't had one of these in a really long time. I've had them a few times during my pregnancies, but this has never happened during sex. And it's never hurt this bad. I let out a groan because it still hurts a lot. I watch as he moves my leg around and continues to massage it.

"Do you want to lie down?" He asks softly.

I shake my head. "No."

"Is this helping?"

I nod and continue to watch what he's doing. "Yes." I reach up and dry my tears before letting out a long sigh. I need to calm down and catch my breath.

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Teddy's POV

I arrive back at the apartment after a run. It is so cold outside and there is some snow on the ground, but being outside in the cold air is just what I need. I walk in and intend to run straight to the shower, but voices in the apartment stop me. "Hello?" I call out. The voices are coming from my bedroom. I know that Mr Lincoln isn't here, but I hear a man's voice. I walk toward my bedroom and I stop when the man and Sarah walk out of my bedroom.

"What the fuck, Sarah?" I have a hard time hiding my annoyance. Who is this jerk and what is he doing in my apartment? In my bedroom? With Sarah?"

"Mr Grey, Special Agent North" he introduces himself and holds his hand out to me. I hesitate, but then I take it and shake his hand. He's young, I'd say in his late twenties.

"It's Teddy." I nod at him and look him up and down. "Where's your badge, holster?"

"Technically I'm not on the job. I'm here from Chicago."

I shake my head, still not understanding this. "Why are you here?"

"My grandfather owns the Café that Sarah works at. He and Sarah had talked to me about your girlfriend's case."

I look at Sarah. "Sarah?"

"He's a federal agent and he's the best in his division. He and his partner have a 95% success rate."

"And yet you're here in Cambridge?" I ask him. This doesn't make sense.

"I grew up here. I was transferred to Chicago five years ago. And other than a few Christmases I haven't been back for an extended visit. My boss said I need to use my built up vacation time now, so I came home. But time off doesn't mean I am going to stay still and cooped up at my parents' house. My grandfather had told me about this case, so here I am. I want to help."

"This is out of your jurisdiction. What can you do to help?" I ask him. I'm trying not to be rude. After all, if he's here to help with his 95% success rate, I want him on my team.

"I can consult with the local police. Offer my assistance on an ad hoc basis. I can ask to review any evidence that they have. Sarah was just showing me the apartment so that I could get a sense of where your girlfriend might have been when she was taken."

"So you believe me. She was taken against her will."

"Yes, I do believe she was forced to leave. I have seen the photos that CSI had taken of the bedroom. I don't think that was staged."

I shake my head. "It wasn't. She wouldn't have done that."

"The man you've been searching for, Carlos Hagen, I have some resources back in Chicago assisting in that search. They have access to far more information than the local PD can get their hands on."

I shake my head again. "Why are you doing this? Helping me? What do you get out of this?"

He softly smiles. "My sister was taken from my family when we were teenagers. She's never been found."

"Oh" is all I can say.

"That's why I became an agent. I wanted to work on her case, see if I could find out what happened to her. And help prevent this from happening to other families, if I can help it."

"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry…. giving you a hard time when I came in here…"

"Hey, don't sweat it. Strange guy in your apartment with this lovely young woman, what were you supposed to think? Anyway, I need to go. I promised my mother I'd take her to breakfast. Do you need a lift to the Café?" He asks Sarah.

"No, no that's okay. I don't need to be there for a few hours. Thank you though."

He hands me his card. "Here, this has all of my information. Call me if you have any new information, or if you just want to grab a beer."

"Thanks, but I'm underage."

"A soda then."

After he leaves I turn to face Sarah. "That was interesting. Why didn't you tell me you were expecting a morning guest?"

"I didn't know he was going to be here. He was at the Café yesterday. I know my boss mentioned the case to him, but I didn't know he was serious about getting involved until he showed up this morning."

I look at his card. It has a few phone numbers for him and his email address. Colin North. I think I'll have my father run a background check on him. Just in case.

"What are you thinking?"

I shrug my shoulders. "It just seems odd. Federal agent from Chicago, he's here in Cambridge, interested in a kidnapping case. The guy has a 95% success rate?"

"Yeah, his grandfather is very proud. Yesterday was the happiest I've seen my boss. He introduced a lot of his frequent customers to him. Colin though, he seems to be modest about his success. It's like he just wants to do the work and move on to the next case."

I nod and smirk at her. "Colin, huh?"

"What?"

"I need to go take a shower."

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Ana's POV

My leg has finally stopped hurting. After thoroughly massaging my leg, Christian removed the leather cuffs and massaged my wrists. Right now we are lying in bed together and staring into each other's eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks to you. I'm sorry."

"That wasn't your fault, Ana." He pauses and then he moves so that he is on top of me and staring down at me. "Unless…. you've been pushing yourself too hard with your workouts with Claude Jr."

"Oh. And what if I were?"

"You'd be putting yourself at risk. And you know what I would need to do to you."

"Enlighten me."

I see his eyes light up. He still gets excited at the prospect of punishing me. "Well, first I would need to get you alone. We would discuss your transgression and why your behavior cannot continue. And then I would put you across my knee, bare your delectable bottom, and I'd be sure to make it the perfect shade of pink so that you understand the error of your ways."

"Mr Grey, you really know how to treat a woman."

"That I do, and I'm not finished."

He takes my hand and kisses my index finger. "Oh"

"After that, I probably wouldn't have time to restrain you. So I would put you on the bed…. pin your hands above your head…."

"Yeah" I urge him to continue.

Buzzz

His blackberry. Really? He takes the call. He's as frustrating as ever.

"Who was that?" I can't hide my irritation. But he is as calm as a cucumber. How does he do that?

"That was Barlow. I've asked him to bring us a few things."

Christian throws a blanket over me and pulls on his flannel pants. When he comes back he has some orange juice, two bananas, some crackers and a bar of cheese.

"Interesting choice of snack, Mr Grey." I still sound irritated.

"That was a pretty severe charley horse, Mrs Grey. The banana and orange juice will help with that."

"And the crackers?"

He shrugs his shoulders and looks contrite. "I was hungry."

He walks over to the kitchen. I watch as he finds a knife to slice up the cheese. "Do you need me to do that?"

He turns and smiles at me, his sexy smile. Oh I want him. "I got this, Mrs Grey. You stay put."

When he's finished he sits on the bed with me and we eat our snack. Me, all hot and bothered. Christian, still cool as a cucumber. It really is unfair. We both start on the crackers and cheese, but then he peels the banana and holds it up to my mouth. I smile at him and he smiles back. "Eat up, Mrs Grey. We don't want to let another charley horse interrupt our fun."

I take a bite and look into his eyes as I chew. "We can't have that. Thank you for taking care of me."

"I will always take care of you. I live for it."

We continue to eat our snack and we share the orange juice, but I drink most of it. This is nice, just the two of us in our bubble that is our kinky castle. This is probably the longest we've been alone since the babies were born. I love our life with our kids, but I'm so glad Christian did this. We need this time for ourselves. Not just to have sex and play, but to talk. We do talk, but mostly about the kids.

"What's on your mind?" he asks me.

I do have something that I've wanted to discuss with him. I've been worried about his reaction, but this is probably the best time to bring it up since we are alone. I brush my hands together to remove the crumbs and swallow so that I can answer him.

"How do you feel about plastic surgery?"

I watch as his expression changes from curious to trepidation. "What would you want me to have done?"

I shake my head. "No, no not you. Christian, you're perfect. I was talking about me."

"Ana, I don't want you to change anything. What's this about?"

I look down for a moment and then look into his eyes. "My stomach. Um, Claude Jr has been helping me tone, and he's been really great. But no matter what we do, my stomach is never going to be flat and smooth without surgery."

He takes both my hands in his and lets out a sigh. "Anastasia, the last time you had surgery, you wound up in a coma. I cannot and will not go through that again. The answer is no."

"No?"

"No"

"God, Christian, you're not even going to hear me out?"

"Ana! I can't even believe you are bringing this up. Having surgery to have our babies is one thing. You would be putting yourself at unnecessary risk. I thought you were proud to have our babies."

"I am, I am proud, Christian this isn't even about that. I…. I was fine with having the scars after having our kids. But this is different. This is stretched and excess skin on my stomach and it is gross."

"You are not gross" he says angrily. "You are my beautiful, sexy wife, and I will not tolerate you self-deprecating yourself."

"I am not self-deprecating. I…. I would just feel better if my stomach didn't look this way. I know I am not twenty two anymore, I don't expect to have the same body I had before I had our children. I would just feel better if my stomach were more flat and smooth."

He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. "You flinched when I kissed you" he whispers. I barely hear him.

"What?"

"Lie down" he commands. I hesitate, but then I do what I'm told. He removes our trash from the bed, removes the blanket that has been covering me and lies down so that he is partially on top of me. I am still naked, but he has his flannel pants on. He looks into my eyes and I stare into his. "You are so beautiful, Anastasia. Do you understand?" I nod and continue to stare into his eyes, until he moves and starts to plant kisses on my face. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy what he does to my body. He turns my head and plants kisses along my jaw and then down my throat, across my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my navel. He plants a few kisses on my stomach and then stops.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask breathlessly.

"You flinched" he says sadly. He covers me with the blanket again and we both sit up. "I felt you do that earlier too. I thought it was because you were blindfolded and you weren't expecting it."

"I can't help it" I say softly.

He shakes his head. "We can fix this. We can fix this, you don't need surgery."

"How do we fix this?"

"We need to make you more comfortable."

This time I shake my head. "How do we do that?"

"We need to spend more time together, naked."

"What?" I try to suppress a laugh, but it's difficult. I wasn't expecting him to say that.

"I'm serious. We need to spend more time naked. We don't need to wear pajamas to bed. If one of the kids needs us I can throw on pajama bottoms before checking on them. And we can shower and bathe together more often. We haven't been doing that."

"You think that will help?"

"Yes, I think it will." I look down and away from him. I don't think spending more time naked with my husband will just wash these insecurities away. My stomach is ugly right now and I just want him to agree with me on this. I feel his fingers under my chin, pushing it up so that I look at him. "Please, Ana. I don't want you to have surgery. "

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Teddy's POV

When I arrive home from my last class I smell something good. Sarah's been cooking. I told her she didn't have to cook for me, but she insisted that I'm doing her a favor by letting her stay here and letting her experiment with recipes. She's been learning a few things while working at the Café.

"That smells good" I say to her as I remove my jacket and hang it in the closet. "What is it?"

"Vegetable Lasagna. I prepared it this morning before work and now it's just cooking in the oven. It should be ready soon." I sit on the barstool at the counter and read some news articles on my iPad. "Colin told me you contacted him. You're meeting up with him later?"

"Yes, I've decided to take him up on his soda offer. I figured we could talk about the case."

"This is a complete one eighty from this morning. Did something happen?" She stirs something in a big bowl and then places it on the counter in front of me.

"You made a salad too?"

"Yeah, I figured it would be a good alternative in case the lasagna doesn't turn out good."

"I'm sure it will be delicious."

"You're changing the subject."

I sigh. I really don't want to tell her this, but I decide to be honest. "I contacted one of my father's security advisors and…. asked him to run a background check."

"A what?" she laughs. And then her expression changes when she sees that I'm serious. "Why would you do something like that?"

"Because, I needed to make sure I knew who I was throwing in with. And you seem appalled. Do you have a thing for this guy?"

"A thing? No. He's about ten years older than me."

I shrug my shoulders. "So?"

"So, I don't want to date guys that are that much older than me. And you are changing the subject again. Did you really think a background check was necessary?"

"My father…. he's all about control and security. He runs background checks on anyone that comes in contact with our family."

"So, that means you've done a background check on me?"

I shake my head. "No, I haven't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know your real name. And I was afraid that if I did anything to poke into your past I would put you in danger, and I don't want to do that."

She nods and looks down at her hands. "Thank you."

"I wish you could tell me more about yourself, but I do understand why you can't." We are both quiet for a moment, and then the oven timer dings. "Do you need help with that?"

"No, I've got it." She takes the oven mittens and carefully pulls out the tray of lasagna. It smells so good. She serves a generous portion on two plates. "I'll get the drinks" I tell her. We both only drink water, but at least I'm doing something. We carry everything to the small table and sit down. I admire some books and papers that are piled neatly where Rebecca would sit.

"What's all this?"

"One of my frequent customers is a teacher. I told her that I'd like to get my GED, and she gave those to me."

"I would have helped you."

"That's very sweet, but you've done so much for me already."

I take a taste of the lasagna. It is very hot, but very good. I have to sip some cold water since it burned my mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I suppose I should let it cool a little. This is very good. Have you considered becoming a cook?"

She smiles and looks shyly at her plate. "Cooking is fun, but I'm more interested in studying criminal justice."

I smile teasingly at her. "Oh. This wouldn't have anything to do with Detective North, would it?"

"Will you knock it off? I do not have a thing for Detective North. I've always wanted to study criminal justice."

Well, thing or no thing, maybe you can talk to him about it. Get some advice."

"Yeah, maybe."

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Ana's POV

"He said no?" Kate asks. She's appalled. "What gives him the right?"

"He's my husband, Kate. He has a right to say that he doesn't want me to do this."

Christian is at Grey House, but he said he'll be home for dinner. I've invited Kate and Cameron to join us since Elliot has been spending more and more time at Grey Construction. I recently confided in her that I was thinking about a tummy tuck. She had one after she had Cameron. Right now she's helping me set the table in the dining room.

"Ana, it is your body. You should do it anyway."

"I can't go behind his back."

"Why not?"

"Kate. Come on. We're not talking about a new hair due or getting my bits waxed. We are talking about surgery. This is a decision that we need to make together."

"Yes, except he's made the decision for you."

"He's scared, and I'm disappointed, but I can understand. The last time I had surgery I wound up in a coma."

"A tummy tuck is not going to put you in a coma."

"Mommy, Mommy!" Natalie calls for me as she runs into the room. She runs to me and I pick her up.

"Hi, Baby girl. What's the matter?"

"Cameron bit me." She makes a sad face, but she isn't crying.

"What?" I look up at Kate and she looks horrified. "Where did he bite you?"

"White here" she says and points at her wrist. You can clearly see teeth marks, but he didn't break the skin. Kate has disappeared into the main room. I take Natalie into the kitchen and wash her wrist with soap.

"Honey, it's okay. What were you doing before Cameron bit you?"

"I was playing pwincess dollies with Sophie."

"And what was Cameron doing?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know."

Kate comes into the room and she's holding Cameron. "Ana, I am so sorry."

"Kate, it's okay. I pick Natalie up and place her on my hip. "I'm sure Cameron didn't mean to hurt Natalie, right Baby?" I brush my fingers through my daughter's hair.

"Why did he bite me?"

"Well, he is still a baby. And he's learning how to communicate. He doesn't have all of his words yet like you do."

"Natalie, I'm really sorry that Cameron bit you, Sweetie. That was wrong. He shouldn't have done that." Kate says apologetically. "Maybe we should go."

"No, Kate, don't go. We just need to keep an eye on him. I think we have some Cheerios. He can sit in his high chair in the dining room while we finish setting the table." I look at Natalie and brush my hand through her hair again. "Do you want to go play until dinner time?" She nods, so I put her down and watch her run toward the main room.

I grab the box of Cheerios and have Kate walk with me into the dining room. "Honestly, I don't know why he's doing this. It only just started a few days ago, but he's only bitten me. Maybe he misses Elliot." Kate puts Cameron in his high chair and I poor some Cheerios onto his tray.

"You said he hasn't been spending a lot of time at home."

"He leaves early in the morning and comes home after I put Cam to bed. He hasn't been spending any time with our son. I know he is mad at Ava, but why is he taking it out on our son?"

"I don't know. Christian's tried talking to him a few times, but he said he's being more stubborn than ever. He's not giving up on him."

"I'm not either. I'm hoping he gets his head out of his… butt, and comes around." She looks at Cameron while she says this, and I can't help but laugh. We always have to watch what we say in front of the kids.

"Mom" I hear Ava's voice, and Kate's face lights up when she sees her daughter. "Hey Sweetheart." She stands and gives her daughter a hug. "Nathan, nice to see you."

"Hi Mrs Grey, Mrs Grey" he greets me too.

"Hi Nathan. Glad you could join us."

"Thank you for inviting me."

Christian and I have agreed to support Ava in whatever she decides to do, so we've invited Nathan for dinner so that we could spend some time with him.

Christian arrives home just in time for us to start dinner. He and Kate sit with the kids in the dining room while I help Gail and Penny serve the food. I'm sure Kate is glaring at Christian right now for his refusal to let me have plastic surgery. I can't help but chuckle at the thought. Kate has always antagonized Christian, but she can't really say anything right now in front of the kids.

Christian and I make plates for the little kids and help them before we start eating. The babies were fed two hours ago so they will probably wake up for their bottles after we finish dinner.

Christopher and Sophie are excited about their Aunt Kate being here. Elizabeth and Phoebe are at the dance studio. They'll be able to spend some time with her when they get home. The kids ask about their Uncle Elliot, and Kate freezes. I know she'd love for him to be here with us, sharing a nice family dinner. But she can't tell them the real reason why he isn't here. "He's working" I lie. I don't like to lie, but it's not entirely untrue. I'm sure Elliot is at Grey Construction right now.

After dinner, Kate sits with the kids while Christian and I change and feed the babies in our bedroom. We are both silent until we are sitting comfortably and feeding them. I have Monte in my arms and he has Maddie.

"You've talked to Kate about the plastic surgery." It's a statement, not a question.

"I have. How do you know?"

"I don't know. It could be the way she was glaring at me the whole time we were having dinner."

"Oh that" I say to try to lighten the mood. I'm still upset that he won't agree to let me do this, and I know he's upset that I want this.

"Can you please try to understand my side of things?" he asks softly. "Try to understand what I went through after the babies were born. Understand that the mention of you and surgery…..surgery that isn't even necessary…. is just frightening."

I nod and look over at him. "I know. But…. Christian, there are noninvasive procedures that we could look into. And rather than discussing them….. you refuse to keep an open mind about this."

"I can't have an open mind about anything that puts you at risk. Please don't ask me to do that" he says. The last part sounds like a sob, and I can hear the fear in his voice. This really does scare him. I decide right here and now that I can't do that to him. As much as I hate the way my stomach looks, I care about my husband's feelings more. I shake my head.

"Okay. No, I won't do this. You're right. I'm being unfair."

"I love you, Anastasia."

When the babies fall asleep we put them in their bassinets. Before we go downstairs we just stand and hold each other for a while. I really would do anything for this man, and I know he would do anything for me.

"I'm sorry I upset you" I say to him. He pulls away slightly so that he can look down at me.

"I meant what I said. I love you the way you are."

"I know that."

"Good." He smiles. There's that sexy smile. I haven't seen it since this afternoon. "If I were to ask you, what is the one part of me, aside from my dick, you absolutely love the most, what would it be?"

"Mmmm, besides your dick, that would be your mouth."

"My mouth?

"Your mouth. Because of the sexy smile that it forms, and because of what it can do to me. You, same question."

"Hmmm, what do I love about you other than your dick?"

"Christian!" I playfully slap his shoulder.

"Okay. I would have to say your mouth, and what it does to my dick, and the smart words that come out of it."

"Mmmm. I'm sorry I spoiled our afternoon."

"You didn't spoil it. But, I will need to get us back there soon so that I can finish what I started." He kisses me and pushes his tongue into my mouth. Soon can't happen soon enough for me. "Eager, Mrs Grey?"

"As ever."

"My mouth, huh? I thought you would say my twitchy palm, and what that could do to you. But, we'll see what we can do with that."

Another snow day means another chapter. I hope you liked it. I saw the movie - more than once - and I couldn't wait to work on another chapter. I liked the movie, but I wish they didn't leave out so many parts. There were so many things that were not said or done, such as Christian's obsession with Anastasia eating and sleeping enough. I don't even think Christian said the words "spank" or "vanilla". How is that even possible? He didn't come back and stay with her when she was sad and confused about being spanked, and I really like that scene in the book. Ana didn't talk in her sleep. There was no boathouse sex or bathtub sex. There was no hotel room in Georgia. No mention of her interviews. No silver balls. So yeah, I feel a little cheated. I will say that I did like the scene after Ana said it was nice knowing him. That was hot! I hope the second movie includes more of these things that we love about the trilogy. It will be some time before we see it though. Until then, we'll just have to enjoy our fanfiction. Happy Reading!