Apologies for this having taken so long. I've been stuck in a little bit of a weird place and writing just hasn't been happening. I'm sorry if it all feels a little janky, I'm hoping it's not too bad but the two halves of this one were written weeks or months apart. Fingers crossed I managed to smooth it out some.

Either way, thank you so much for coming this far, I truly appreciate it so damn much. Please enjoy!

Nude, sprawled across one of his enormous couches, Greyson groaned lightly at the flavours on his tongue as they danced. Had anything tasted this good before? Probably not.

"Good, right?" River asked, amusement clear in her tone as she regarded him from her spot. She was only a few feet away from him, both of them lightly covered in the same blanket that he'd lost his virginity on barely an hour and a half ago. The very same blanket that River had answered the door in when their food had arrived, leaving him awestruck at the sight of her bare backside as she barely managed to hold the offending item in one hand and take the food in the other. He had just been on her way over to help, not caring that he was in the same state of undress, but she managed to get the door closed the second before the blanket fell.

In answer, Greyson simply groaned again, pleased to hear one of those laughs that he'd vowed to hear more of from her. "How the hell is all this so good? And it was so cheap." He all but demanded, glancing at the containers of food around them with amazement in his eyes. It was all just so fucking good.

With their feet touching under the covers, River was slumped back into the overly comfortably cushions of the couch, her hair hanging heavily over the single shoulder that she'd pulled it around. "Good food only gets better after good sex." She answered simply, stuffing some kind of fried ball into her mouth, chewing appreciatively.

Silently, his chest puffed up a little at that. Good sex? He'd been classed in there, as good? Hell yeah. Virgin, who? Sure not him. Only, he had one question. One aching, burning question. "Good sex. So, you... uh, you know. You enjoyed it, right?" He almost didn't feel the blush on his cheeks, wondering briefly if it simply never left.

She glanced up at him quizzically, cocking her head lightly. "Are you asking if I enjoyed myself or if I came?" She asked him simply once she'd swallowed, clearly not feeling the same kind of anxiety around the idea as he was.

Momentarily, he felt caught. That was what he was asking, but weren't they the same thing? "Yeah." He grumbled initially, then shaking his head lightly. "If you came." He clarified, not sure if he wanted her answer. After all, what if she hadn't? What if he really had been that guy who had nutted and then forgotten all about her? Granted, he was pretty certain that she had. She had, right?

From her comfortable spot, she watched him for a moment, watching the panic wash through him as she sighed and placed her food down. Uh oh. "What do you think?" She asked him, no judgement in her tone.

Okay, he definitely felt caught out, like some idiot on display. "You... did?" He said, though it was more a question and he knew it.

Fuck, had he really been wrong about this?

There was a light smile on her face as she sat up straight and shuffled a little closer to him. "I didn't." She stated simply. He felt his face drop, but then there was her hand, immediately reaching up to place itself on his arm, comforting a little. "Stop, don't stress." Was it so obvious?

Fuck, he felt so stupid.

"God, River, I'm so-"

"Stop." She chuckled easily, punching his arm lightly. What was there to be laughing about? He felt terrible. "Greyson, look, I enjoyed myself, okay?"

"Okay, but clearly you didn't, right? I mean, not enough."

"Sex isn't always about orgasms. Sometimes it's just about having fun, fooling around, getting to know someone's body." Her voice was careful as she spoke, clearly trying to explain things to him while still looking to protect his feelings. "And for what it's worth, you were on the right path. I was, like, a minute or two out." She added, bumping their shoulders together playfully. Ordinarily, that would have ignited some playful mood in him, possibly caused him to bump her back, but this time? Well, he just felt sucky.

Sighing, he let his head fall back a little against the couch to avoid her eye contact as he spoke. "But I couldn't get you there." He grumbled, feeling that cold, heavy feeling of shame as it settled in his chest.

"I didn't let you get me there." River all but snorted. He practically heard her roll her eyes. "You remember I flipped us over and took the reigns, right?" At this, she used a single finger to guide his head back down by the chin, immediately making eye contact with him.

Fuck. "Right, but-"

"Nope. No buts." She cut off quickly, a sweet smile on her understanding features. "Grey, you did really good, trust me. I chose to prioritise you. I wasn't trying to get off towards the end, I was just trying to make it feel better for you and you still nearly made me cum, alright?"

"You swear?" He grumbled somewhat petulantly, needing her reassurance more than he realised.

She rolled her eyes lightly at his antics before speaking. "What are we, five? Yes, I swear." She chuckled, leaning back away from him again a little before extending her arm out to him. Specifically her hand. "Pinky swear." He saw the playful glint in her eyes, devilish and teasing.

He couldn't help but swat her hand away as a laugh shook his chest. Fuck, she really knew how to get him. Even with the years they'd spent apart, she just got him. "Shut up." He grumbled easily, glad to hear yet another one of those laughs that he so desperately needed more of in his life. "I'll, uh... I'll get you next time." He then offered, training his eyes on his food so as to not blush under her gaze.

Unlike him, she had no such qualms about making eye contact or about feeling any kind of embarrassment over these kinds of things. With a small snort of laughter beside him, she leaned into his shoulder, bringing her food back onto her lap. "Oh?" She prompted, happy enough to not push him for any kind of eye contact. "What, you planning something?"

Fuck, was he? Well, no, his mind was actually still all over the place from the whole thing, but he figured he could come up with something. "Maybe." He tried his best to shrug as noncommittally as possible as he put as much meaning behind his one word answer as possible. He wanted her to believe that he'd been thinking about more than the way she'd felt on him. Fuck, she'd felt incredible... No! He had to snap himself out of it, out of thoughts of her that threatened to make him hard again.

The conversation flowed well as they ate. Neither of them drank any more of the foul tasting beer, though River feigned swooning when Greyson jokingly offered to drink more for her amusement.

Over a single bottle of good wine, they lounged together on one of the two couches and watched mindless junk on the enormous TV, chatting over the shows that played in the background. They talked about everything and nothing at all, neither of them putting clothes on, simply being comfortable in one another's embraces for the time being.

When it was finally time for River to leave, they shared a single kiss. It was slow and gentle, not at all deep, but it briefly reminded Greyson exactly what it felt like to simply feel wanted.

It was intoxicating.

With a simple agreement that they would continue with their setup of River teaching him the miraculous ways of sex, she was gone. He stood in the doorway of his building in a pair of pyjama pants and a hoodie as she sped away, waving her off with no care as to who saw or what they thought. She, naturally, gave him the bird and revved her bike far too loudly as she shot away, making him laugh as he went back inside.

When she was gone, a small part of him wanted to call Teddy. He wanted to speak to his brother about what had happened, to tell him that he'd finally rid himself of his virginity, but he managed to hold himself back. He wasn't all too sure what he'd started with River, but he knew he didn't want to screw it up by risking Teddy blabbing to anyone. Hell, the last thing he needed was for her to think he was bragging all over town about sex that he hadn't even been able to make her cum during.

Hey, he'd get her next time, just like he'd told her. Only, he had to figure out how. Crap, maybe Teddy was the right call?

Sure, he knew he could just as River what she liked, but part of him still wanted for her to not have to hold his freaking hand every step of the way. It was like he'd told her; he wanted to be good. He didn't just want to be decent, he wanted to blow minds. In a weird way, it wasn't even so much an ego thing. It wasn't as though he wanted for people to talk about how good he was at fucking, he just wanted to know that when he was trying to pleasure someone, they were actually getting what they came for.

He simply couldn't stand doing a bad job of just about anything.

Alas, of all things, it was a single chime coming from his cell that brought him from his mini spiralling routine.

Okay, so he'd have been lying if he'd said that he didn't immediately smirk. It had to be River, right? Jeez, what had she got to say that couldn't wait the few miles away that she lived? Only, upon picking his cell up, he realised that it wasn't River at all. In fact, it was the one person that he realised he'd finally stopped thinking about in every moment of comparison.

Heather.

Fuck.

What in the hell could she possibly be messaging him about? His mind wracked itself, wondering what there was that she could still want to speak to him about. Sadly, her message was less than helpful, leaving him only with more questions.

Heather. 21:31

"Can we talk? Meet me tomorrow? Our place?"

So. Many. Freaking. Questions.

What the hell did she want?

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It was odd, he decided, how much his life had changed so quickly.

Barely a few weeks ago he'd been certain that he and Heather were forever, that they'd wind up with kids and a stupidly expensive house, that he'd spend the rest of his days telling himself that he could grow into happiness with her, that he didn't need to be anything but content.

Now, having just finished working on some files with his Dad, he had to admit that he was ecstatic at having no idea at all where his life was headed.

Wearing a nice, worn in pair of blue jeans, a simple white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, he was comfortable. He hadn't initially come to work on anything work related, but his dad had sold it to him as "just a few small files" and so he had found himself unable to decline. Naturally, it had been more than "just a few small files" that they'd worked on while the rest of the family had lounged around in one of the living areas.

He'd heard the front door opening and closing a few times since he and his dad had disappeared into the office but he hadn't paid it much mind. Teddy and Phoebe, he figured, maybe his Aunt Kate and Uncle Elliot. Whoever it was, he'd just been glad at the time that they hadn't disrupted the flow of work.

Still, with the "few" files all dealt with and swept back into their folders, Greyson and Christian were finally free to step out and join the family.

If he was being honest with himself, he was curious. It had only been a day since he and River had... well, since she'd blown his freaking mind. Would any of them be able tell? He was curious as to whether or not they'd notice anything different about him. Hell, he didn't even know if there was anything different about him, but he sure had felt like a whole different man when he'd woken up that morning.

Truly, he'd felt such a sense of difference, even his morning shower had felt different.

"Are you sure you can't stay for lunch, son?" His father asked barely a minute later as he locked the office up behind them.

His father, barely a few inches shorter than he was himself, was wearing the same kind smile that he always showed to his children.

When he'd first been adopted by the family, he had heard many a story about Christian Grey. He heard story after story about the sullen, stiff business man. Instead, this man, this kind, loving man was the only one that he had ever known. Sure, he figured his mom must have softened him some, but more than that he knew that having kids had put a light in the older man's eyes. There wasn't a day that went by that he and his siblings weren't told by their parents how loved they were.

Returning the same smile, Greyson shook his head. "I would, I just have plans." He replied, wishing immediately that he hadn't humoured Heather's whims. "I'll come and see everyone before I go though." He then offered immediately, wishing more than anything that he could have stayed with them all. If he was being honest, he would have much rather sat with his folks than go and see Heather, but he'd agreed to meet her and so he wouldn't back out of his word.

True to his word, he spent barely the next five minutes chatting with his folks. Naturally, Teddy busted his balls for a good few minutes about not letting him set him up on any dates, Amelia hugged him hard enough that he was worried one of them would break and the others all offered smiles and a few hugs before he was heading for the door.

The whole morning and time at his parents' place had all seemed to pass in a blur leading up to his lunch with Heather.

He was nervous, more nervous than he'd realised.

When she'd dumped him, he'd taken it well. Sure, it had sucked at the time. It had hurt. It had felt like he'd invested his time and emotion into her and their relationship only for her to turn around and say she wanted none of it. Still, even in the moment he'd known it was for the best.

He could admit easily that he had moved on quickly and that he was happier than ever with where the whole turn of events had landed him.

So the question remained. What the hell did she want?

He couldn't help but think about it during his drive over to the nice restaurant that she'd chosen. Ironically, it was the same one she'd dumped him at. It was "their place" and certainly wasn't somewhere he'd planned on visiting for a long while.

While the breakup may have not been too terrible, he hadn't been able to rid his mind of the looks on the faces of the staff members as they'd all watched him pay the tab in silence. They'd all been brilliant about it and hadn't made it more awkward than circumstance demanded, but hell if it hadn't still sucked. So yeah, the idea of going back hadn't exactly filled him with joy.

During the years of their relationship, he and Heather had made a point of going there at least twice a month.

It was a nice place in the middle of town with extortionate parking and even pricier food. Sure, the food was amazing, but he couldn't help it as his heart skipped a beat knowing that the takeout with River had topped anything else that he'd ever eaten. Admittedly, the company probably had something to do with that. For a brief second, he had a guilty desire to take River to a nice dinner in a place like this.

As soon as he was parked up outside and handing his keys off to one of the young valet guys. No matter how things went, he made a mental note to tip the kid well.

A chill spat at him as he made his way to the doors of the restaurant, worsened quickly as he glanced around and realised how quiet it was.

With the cold grip firmly bedding itself in his spine, he held his head high and approached the small desk near the doors, smiling pleasantly at the middle aged server before him. He barely opened his mouth to say that he was here to meet with someone before she was speaking. "A table for two, Mr. Grey? Miss Douglas is seated just this way." She told him with a warm customer service voice.

Fuck, she was already there? Already seated and waiting for him?

He took as subtle a deep breath as he could before nodding softly and following the woman. Angel, he noticed was written on her nametag.

He almost scoffed. An Angel leading him to his own personal Hell? How oddly apt.

"Greyson." There was no time, however, for such thoughts.

"Heather." He greeted as warmly as he could muster. She'd been sitting a lot closer than he'd realised, not even twenty feet away, back turned to him. Naturally, she looked stunning. She was well put together as always, hair and makeup done perfectly to the point that he was immediately terrified that she was going to say that she was regretting things. "How are you? I mean, you look good-"

"Oh, Grey..." Whether she could sense his panic or not, she gave nothing away. Her pale hair, sprayed within an inch of its life, didn't even move as she cocked her head at him in what he assumed was meant to be a comforting gesture. "I'm so sorry." She stated, words feeling false as they reached him in time for him to act as though her perfume wasn't threatening to choke him.

Grey? She never called him Grey, only River had ever done that really. "Sorry? I- For what?"

Beside him, Angel trotted off back toward her desk as he took his seat across from Heather. Beside them, an enormous window ran from ceiling to floor. Odd. Heather usually demanded the private room for their dinners, stating that she was tired of the never ending pressures of her so-called fame. Ironically, for a model so well known as she was, fewer people wanted photos of her than she seemed to think.

"Well, I heard that you're struggling with out breakup. I won't name any names, but a mutual friend reached out to me and said that you're just distraught." Distraught? There it was again, that freaking article. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you and that I'm only ever a call away, okay?"

Though he wasn't sure why, he was beginning to wonder if Heather had something to do with that article. Distraught. It was just so specific, wasn't it? "Oh... Yeah. Yeah, that's great I guess-"

She cut him off quickly, crocodile tears now breaching her cheeks. Jesus, what was she doing? "You are strong and you are loved, Greyson. Do you hear me?" Her voice, as it came out, was firm and emotional. Each second that passed left him more and more confused.

"Hear you?" He muttered, feeling an ounce of agitation under his otherwise cool demeanour. After all, had she really gotten him to come here just so she could cry at him and apologise for their breakup? It made no sense to him. Plus, not that he'd tell her, the fake crying was really bugging him. "Jesus, Heather. What's going on with you? Are you okay?"

As weirdly guilty as it made him feel, he couldn't help but think that River would never have pulled some weird stunt like this.

He'd initially been willing to just have some food and try to enjoy seeing Heather, but this? This was just weird.

At his questions, she bristled for a second. There she was. The antsy, admittedly bitchy Heather that he was used to. Then, just as quickly, the mask was back on. It really had been a moment that he would have missed if he'd blinked.

"Am I okay?" She echoed back to him loudly. Her voice, this time, was condescending. "Greyson, you're just so sweet. Of course I'm okay, I just need you to know that I didn't ever want to hurt you. None of this was your fault." More tears welled in her eyes. With each word out of her mouth, Greyson knew that his confusion was showing just a little more on his features. He knew their breakup hadn't been his fault. It hadn't been anyone's.

For the rest of the thoroughly mind boggling time in the restaurant, Greyson simply endured. He endured Heather's performance, the strangely pitiful looks of the staff, then the awkward hug that the two of them shared as they parted ways just outside the place.

Honestly, once he was back in his car, he was just glad to be out of there. What the hell had been wrong with Heather?

If nothing else, it actually helped to solidify his belief that all of this had worked out for the best. He wasn't feeling any kind of guilty for how quickly he'd moved on, nor was he feeling guilty for what he'd done with River. In fact, if anything, he couldn't wait to see her again.

He found himself thinking about her as he drove himself home.

Had it really only been yesterday that he'd seen her?

Fuck, it felt like a freaking lifetime! He could barely remember the taste of her lips or that sweet scent in the crook of her neck. Okay, so that was a lie. In fact, he couldn't help but taste her lips on his. The more he thought about it, all he could still smell was that divine scent on her skin. Hell, he could still feel the warmth of her on his hips and the wetness on-

Fuck!

"Nope." He grumbled, driving. He chanced a glance around.

He wasn't too far from home, that had actually been part of the draw for the restaurant. Only, as he felt himself swelling in his jeans and the mere memory of his time with River, home simply didn't feel close enough.

There were a few possibilities, he knew. Sure, he could go home with a stiffy and chance running right to his place, but knowing his luck there would be cameras. He could go someplace else and jerk off. Hell, he could see if River was free, though he already knew that she wasn't.

Nothing seemed right. For one, he felt kind of weird about the fact that seeing Heather had made him horny for River, but he wasn't going to get into that right now.

No. He needed release and fast.

Holding down the button on his steering wheel for a voice command, he spoke. "Take me for a drive." He could already hear the croak in his voice, desperate, as he pressed another button, authorising the car to drive itself.

"Yes, Mr. Grey." The car's robotic voice chimed back happily. "Where would you like to go?"

Fuck, where did he want to go?

Allowing a lone hand to drop from the wheel to the bulge that was rapidly growing, he sighed and shrugged. Of course, the car saw nothing, so he spoke back to it. "Take me on a random route, please. Finish at home in fifteen minutes." He knew it was stupid, but as he spoke, he had to admit to himself that the absurdity of it all felt a little exciting.

He watched the car take a few turned as he absently pawed at his crotch before he finally accepted that things were going to be just fine.

He'd jerked off in his car before. Sure, not while it was moving around the city, but he knew that people did it all the time. He also had faith in the technology driving him around given that Teddy's company had designed it, not that he was planning on thinking of his freaking brother.

He knew exactly what he was going to think of.

River.

Everything about her.

The expanses of her skin, draped so beautifully over the solid, capable body that she'd painstakingly built for herself over the years.

Curtains of her hair, flowing, ending up fisted in his stiff hand.

That arch in her back accompanied by the light, barely there gasp falling from her impossibly soft lips in response to him doing something just right.

Fuck, he could practically feel her breath falling against the side of his neck. The memory of her short, well kept nails raking so deliciously down his chest was enough to put a rasp in his own breaths as they tore themselves from his chest.

Barely five second more had passed before he'd all but torn his pants open and had firmly fisted himself. He didn't have any kind of lube, so spit sufficed. It wasn't perfect but he could trick his mind into feeling River's walls gripping him for as long as it took.

He was a man possessed with her on his mind.

In the end, the fifteen minute journey that he'd tasked his car on taking him on was far longer than he needed.

By the time he'd rutted into his palm for the final time, face screwed in ecstasy as he managed to grunt River's name out in one desperate breath, the car still had ten minutes to take him home.

A minute later, chest still heaving, he used a single thumb to wipe a drop of his own creation from the steering wheel with a wince. "Fuck." He grumbled, feeling the grim reality set in.

Had he really just nutted all over his dash after thoughts of River had made him cum so hard that he hadn't even considered covering the head of his newly frenzied cock? Well, the simple answer was yes.

His first sexual encounter really had awoken something in him.

"Fuck." He whined once more.

Was this really what he was becoming?

Fuck.

A bit of a filler, I know. Sorry! I'm working on it, I swear.

Thank you again for reading, it means a lot to me! I'll do my best to update far sooner than last time. Also feel free to let me know what you think, good or bad, I'll only know what to keep doing/stop doing if I'm told what's liked/loathed.

More than anything, have a brilliant day!