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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 35: The Land of Honey (3,0K)

Christian's Pov

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On our way back to Seattle, I worked a little, and so did Ana. Though, during the last couple of hours of the plane ride, she got lost in one of Stephen King's worlds, so focused that it was cute. I'm pretty sure a hurricane could have passed by that she wouldn't have noticed it.

But I love seeing her like that, deep in her book, lost in some other world. It's the first time that I am seeing her fully immersed in her books, because usually, she doesn't read when she's with me, but I love seeing things side of her. Or maybe I am just biased and I love seeing any side of her. Especially now that I know for a fact that she loves me.

I'll have to remember to give kudos to Mia who has spotted it a mile away. But since she can be quite smug sometimes, I'll wait a bit for that. And anyway, I just want to bask in the bliss of knowing that Anastasia Rose Steele loves me. This is probably the best feeling in the world.

After we land, Taylor drives us back home, and he asks us where he should drive us. I immediately tell him my place, and when Ana opens her mouth to argue, I shut down anything she could say,

"You said you'd spend the weekend with me and the weekend is not over yet."

"Christian … I have to go to work tomorrow. I need proper clothes, not my casual Friday clothes. And I have tons of things to do and —"

"It can't wait tomorrow? I promise to drive you to your flat in the morning so you can get dressed. Just stay with me a tiny bit longer."

I could tell her that she already has a whole wardrobe waiting for her in my apartment, but I know she'll argue about it. Whereas if I just put her in front of the facts, she won't be able to say a thing about it.

She twists her mouth to the side before getting out of me, "Then you're not going to ask me to spend tomorrow night with you? Because I don't want kate to feel like I'm abandoning her because I have a boyfriend now. She's always been considerate toward me in that regard, so I can only repay the same courtesy."

I promise though a part of my brain can't help but think that worst-case scenario, I can ask to spend the night t her place. And just as that thought occurs to me, she quirks her eyebrow up as if she's reading me and purposely says,

"Maybe you can spend the evening with Eliott. Go out with him and hitch to him how unfair I am for spending time with my girlfriend. And Eliott will bitch to you about kate."

I chuckle, not committing about anything though. Maybe if I bring Eliott along, it will be okay. I'll have to see with him. Still, Ana follows me to my place and we share the Mac&Cheese that Gail has made for us. We talk a bit about the places she's been in the US, and the places she'd like to visit before heading to the bedroom.

It is still early, but Ana said that she's pretty knackered from all the walking she did yesterday in relatively new shoes. So I give her a tour of my private quarters and introduce her to her side of the wardrobe, making her scowl as she sees the clothes,

"Christian …"

"Yes?" I innocently say.

"I already own clothes."

"I know. But like that, you can come here whenever without ever fearing that you won't have anything. You're the one who said that you wanted me to have a few essentials at your place. You know, toothbrush, PJs, boxers."

She rolls her eyes, turning away from the wardrobe. "You know, a shirt of yours would have been a perfect pyjama for me. I don't need a whole new wardrobe. This is ridiculous."

"Why? Because I want to take care of my girl."

"No, because you're acting over the top. I don't need nor want you to shower me with gifts. And I get that it's your way of showing you care, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. Plus, it kills any future opportunity of me seeing something cute on the spot, telling you that I like it and you surprising me with it."

She looks deep in my eyes, making sure that her point is made, and so I nod, even though I don't necessarily agree. I just don't want to start an argument, especially knowing what I have in my pocket.

So I cup her face with one hand, leaning my forehead against hers as I put my other hand in my pocket and I let out a sigh, admitting, "I guess this is not the best time for me to give you this, then?"

I produce from my pocket a Cartier box containing the charm bracelet that I bought her just before we left Montreal, when she was in a souvenir shop, trying to find a magnet for Kate's collection.

She frowns, her mouth still twisted on the side and she represses an annoyed sigh as she asks, "Please, Christian. Stop being over the top. I'm going to start feeling … cheap if you keep doing so."

"That's ridiculous."

"No, it's not. We can't pretend that we're on equal footing, but we can try to not make the gap between us as small as possible. When you buy me everything that goes through your mind at will, it makes me feel … inadequate. Because I can't do the same. Please take that into consideration."

"That's ridiculous," I repeat. "I have the money, Ana. And I spend money on those I love. I never expect anything from you, and I know you're not with me for my money. You're the one turning it into something it's not. As I told you earlier. If you want an island, I'll get you the fucking island. I make 20K a minute. You really think this wardrobe is a dent in my net worth?

She takes a step back, breaking our intimate embrace and locks her jaw, never breaking eye contact with me as she takes the jewellery box and says, "I'll take the wardrobe, and the box and I won't even bitch about whatever you have planned for my birthday. But you have to promise me that this is the last over the top thing you'll do."

"Ana … be reasonable."

"I am being reasonable, Christian. Your word."

"Fine," I spit against myself. Maybe I'll manage to change her mind and make her see reason in the future. Right now, she's just being stubborn. She smiles at me and opens the box, revealing the charm bracelet with the two charms of a maple leaf and a heart.

Her smile grows bigger and she closes back the gap between us to peck my lips as she lets me know, "Thank you. This is for sure going to become a daily wear.

Then, she turns to grab pyjamas and she goes to the shower, reminding me that I am not invited. At least, she took the wardrobe and the bracelet. And she won't have any other choice but to agree to take the car I got her for her birthday, along with our trip abroad. She promised not to bitch about it. Maybe I should also add something else to that whole birthday celebration. I wish I could pay off her student loan, but that would require some shady road, and I don't want to antagonise her father. We never know with that man.

I turn off the light and start getting ready for bed, putting on my pyjamas as I decide that I'll shower more thoroughly in the morning. I just want to enjoy falling asleep with Ana, and I'm afraid that if I get in the shower, she will fall asleep before I come out.

When she comes out of the shower all steamy, covered in silk pyjamas. She smirks at me as she sees me gawking at her and she slumps on my bed, mumbling against the mattress,

"You know, I might be creepy for wrapping myself in the banquet to sleep with your smell around me. But you're creepy for knowing my size to a T like that."

I chuckle, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed and taking one of her feet in mine to massage it. "You know, if you miss my smell so much, you can bring your creepy side here. You can come anytime, babe. You know the code."

"I already have a home, Christian."

"Maybe you can have two. Just so you don't miss me too much."

She turns so she can be on her back, her foot still secured in my hands, but she doesn't say anything. She just looks at me intensely as I keep applying pressure on the sole of her foot.

In all my years of going to the club, I was never interested in the foot fetish, and I even never understood it. But right now, massaging Ana, there is something … erotic about it. And when I release the tension from the very centre of her sole, we both feel it. She bites her lips, closing her eyes as she represses a moan, and I get hard.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, unsure. Though we have been open and honest about our lack of sexual experience, we never really talked about going there for obvious reasons.

She shakes her head, her deep blue loving eyes sheepishly looking at me with trust and care. So I take her other foot, though this time my eyes are on her instead of being lost in space, and we are incredibly silent. Then, I slowly go up her leg, touching every inch of her silky smooth skin, and I ask again if she wants me to stop.

Again, she shakes her head, and I move so I can hover over her, my groin aligned with her crotch. My forehead is resting against hers, and again, I ask,

"Do you want me to stop?"

This time, instead of shaking her head, she kisses me and when she brings her hands to cup my face, I promptly take them and pin them against the mattress. I'm not sure if it's because I didn't want her to touch me, or if it was because I just wanted to do so, but she doesn't seem to mind.

So I deepen our kiss, grinding against her to give her as much pleasure as possible, and I'm rewarded by a moan that she tries to repress yet again. I leave her lips and I kiss my way to her ear, before nibbling her lobe and telling her. "Babe, I want to war you. Don't take that from me, please."

She nods and I suck on her neck, letting go of her hands so I can grab her boobs. She keeps her hands up, her eyes closed as I keep kissing my way down, quickly lifting up her shirt to get in the way. She gasps when my mouth finds its way to her nipple and slowly, one of my hands goes further down, playing with the elastic band of her pyjama shorts.

I glance up, feeling that maybe I've gone further than she intended to give, but her eyes as closed as her face is showing nothing but pure enjoyment, which only makes me even harder. So I slip my hand under the piece of clothing, and when my fingers are met with moisture, she moans.

God, I love this woman!

This is the furthest we've ever been, and all I can think is how much I want more at this right moment. But I mostly want her to have the best experience of her life. So I start kissing my way down, keeping my eyes on her to make sure she is completely comfortable with what I'm about to do, though this is completely new territory for me.

And as much as I hate thinking of Elena in a moment like that, I am ever so grateful that she never took that from me. This is definitely my first time going down on a girl, and it will be something that I will cherish until the end of my days. Something that is only Ana's and mine. Something that no one can ever take from us.

When my tongue meets her sweet little nub, she gasps my name and it gives me the incentive to keep doing what I'm doing. I bring my fingers inside of her as I position myself properly between her legs, and her hands tentatively go to my hair. She glances down, quizzically, and I suck a little bit harder on her clitoris to indicate that it's okay.

As soon as she grabs my hair, my free hand goes to my dick and starts jerking it to the rhythm of her erratic breathing. I hook my fingers inside of her, massaging hr from the inside and trying to find the spot that will make her lose her mind, and suddenly, her grip on my hair tightens as her thighs press against my face.

"Christian!"

I glance back up, and the view is … breathtaking. She's arched, her eyes closed as her whole body is tensed, her mouth opens looking for air. I accelerate, never stopping my motions with my tongue and kind of loving Ana's taste. That sharp mix between sweet and sour.

"Christian!" She says again, her tone a bit higher. Every time she says my name, it goes straight to my groin, and I go faster on my shaft, feeling the tension building up in my lower stomach.

And finally, she climaxes, screaming my name once again. I greedily lap the remainders of her orgasm as she comes down from her high, still furiously going up and down my cock. She opens back her eyes, her blue eyes looking at me with love and lust before drifting between my legs to the motion I'm doing.

She bites her lower lip, looking back at me as she sensually whispers, "Come on, baby. I want you to come for me."

Fuck! This is the first time she is calling me baby. And just as she says so, she slowly reaches for my dick, as if to relay me. And it's all it takes. I burst, out of breath, sweating as if I had just run a marathon and spraying her stomach with my semen.

I let myself fall on the bed next to her, quickly reaching to take her in my arms and kiss her forehead as I try to catch my breath. If my heart is already all over the place just for jerking with her, what's it going to be when we'll go further?

How I love this woman! It's unreal! I look at her, caressing her face with love as she smiles at me. "Ana … did you enjoy that?"

Her smile turns into a grin. "Very much so. You have … magic fingers, Mr Grey. And a wicked tongue."

I can't help but feel smug. At least all those nights at the clubs were not as fruitless as they might have seemed. Against my will, I get up to clean her a little, and as I pat the towel against her stomach, she says,

"Though .. maybe next time, I can try to … do something for you."

I quickly look at her mouth, already picturing myself doing all sorts of things to it before I nod and tell her what I really want,

"To be fair, I really want to be inside you. … What about you?"

She grimaces and teases me, "I don't want to be inside you if I'm being honest."

I laugh with her, tickling her sides and when I lay back next to her she confesses, "I'm a bit … anxious. Kate said that her first time was awful. And … I don't want you to rush things either because you'd feel pressured to do so. I told you before and I'm telling you again, I understand your issues. I knew what it meant when we started this relationship."

I take her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles slightly and I admit to her, "I just want you so much, babe. You're on my mind … all the time. But … look at last time. I don't want a repeat of that. Especially not in the middle of something as sweet as us making love."

"I know. But look at tonight. Nothing happened and it was … wonderful. You have to take your time, Christian. You have to work on your issues for yourself. Not for me, not because your therapist said so, but because you want to do it for yourself. No matter how long it takes."

"I am not a patient man, Ana," I darkly remind her and she brings her hand to my face, pecking my lips before letting me know,

I love you, Christian. And I am not going anywhere. So maybe try decreasing this speed you have imposed on yourself, and enjoy the ride. Just like you did tonight."

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💚Okay, let's talk about this first finally, some lemons, and did you notice how Christian didn't think of his issues all throughout the exchange

💚 Now, what did you think of Ana and her reaction to the closet? And Christian's reaction to her argument?

💚 And what did you think of the charm bracelet and Christian's plans for her birthday?

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚