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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 24: Light A Candle (3,8K)

Christian's Pov

As a test drive, I let Ana drive us back to her place. Just to see her ecstatic behind the wheel and to have an argument in my favour when I will gift her with one just like it. I am starting to know Ana, she likes to fuss over every dime spent on her. I mean, I had to fight her over a fucking fro-yo, so I know she will make a fuss over a sports car.

But I already have everything ready to counterargue. Her Wanda is dying. She will get to use it to visit her Dad whenever she wants to. The one I want to get her is semi-electric, so eco friendly. It will be one less loan since she'd still paying off her student debt (of course she doesn't want me to help her on that). And she obviously likes driving fast cars, so why shouldn't I indulge my girlfriend in what she likes?

And I have to say, I am surprised at how natural she is behind the wheel. I've never seen her drive, and since her car always has one issue or the other (of course, she doesn't let me help with that either), she walks more than she drives (to my greatest displeasure). But her driving is very fluid, and when I question her about it, she admits that she's been unofficially driving all sorts of vehicles since the age of thirteen. Of course.

So during the drive back, Ana and I talked about her first meeting with my parents and how it went much better than she had anticipated. I made a couple of jokes about how, out of the two of us, she was the one with the scary military parent, but all in all, I am beyond thrilled that she enjoyed her time there.

Though we are not always with each other, we are still rather close and I would have hated for Ana to not get along with them and for me to feel that I needed to divide my personal time between my family and Ana. Though maybe, one day, it will be all one and the same.

And of course, Grace adored Ana. Well, I could have brought home a ghoul that she would have still loved her. Even though she never expressively said so, I know she was worried that my lack of romantic interaction had more to do with Elena than with my touch issues. And since it is a parent's job to always blame themselves for everything wrong in their kid's life, she was taking the blame because they didn't stop Elena soon enough.

I've told her many times that she had nothing to feel guilty about, but since when do mothers listen to their children? I'd have an easier time persuading her that pigs can fly.

Dad, on the other hand, I'm not sure what he thinks of Ana. He is impressed by her, that's for sure. Whether it is her deductive mind when we played Cluedo, her analytic mind when we played poker, or her sense of humour when she was shutting Elliott up. But I don't know if he actually likes her. Though he did say that he would like to have lunch with me over the week when we left. For better or worse, that's the question now.

Anyway, all of this to say, it was a fantastic afternoon, and I feel that if I were to invite Ana to spend another Sunday at my parents' she wouldn't be opposed to the idea.

When she parks in front of her building, I text Taylor for him to come to pick up the car since he is going to pick me up tomorrow morning and I don't want to leave it in the streets too long. I'm more worried about the pigeons than about people trying to steal it, to be honest. But as soon as the text is sent, I take her hand in mine and plant a kiss on her temple, making her chuckle.

"What? I haven't had my quota of Ana for the weekend yet. In fact, given the fact that your father dropped by for no reason this morning, I think I'm entitled to double the dose."

She rolls her eyes, unimpressed by my negotiation. "Given the fact that you groped me this morning whilst my best friend and your brother were in the other room, I think you've already had your ratio."

"You didn't seem to mind the gripping. In fact, I recall you making a sound that I intend on hearing again as son as possible."

She furiously blushes as she enters the lift and I kiss her mouth to prevent her to quip anything back. She doesn't fight me back and just lets me kiss her like a mad man for the few seconds the elevator takes to get us to her floor.

"Pervert," she mutters as she leaves the lift and I grin, smacking her delectable ass.

"Damn right."

Still, crossing her threshold brings me back to reality, and though I can tell that she wouldn't mind us keeping that little game, I still clear my throat and let her know about this morning.

"We need to talk," I tell her and she raises an eyebrow at me as she asks,

"Are you going to dump me after I've just met your parents? That's not a very clever move, Mr CEO."

"What? No! What would you even say something like that!?"

"Because we need to talk is never a great opener," she deadpans before going to the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water. I follow her, leaning against the counter as I say,

"Don't joke about things like that."

She looks at me before putting her glass down and walking toward me, staying put once she's in front of me. "I'm sorry. What did you want to tell me?"

I let out a sigh and fish out my phone to find the picture that Mia sent me earlier. She looks at it with a grimace of clear displeasure and before she can make any hash decision, I explain to her the reason for my earlier departure and how I already have everything under control. I also explain to her that I didn't tell her about this this morning because I felt that she was already stressed enough about meeting my folks and that I felt that it was an unnecessary burden to add onto her.

She silently listens to me, without interrupting me even once, her eyes still on the picture as her grimace barely fades away and it makes me wonder if she's bothered by the invasion of privacy, or by the picture in itself. Until Elliott pointed it out to me, I didn't notice that Ana didn't have a single picture of herself in her apartment. There are many of Kate's, the Colonel, Kate's brother and her mother, but not one of Ana. Maybe she's just not a picture person.

"Babe?" I say when she keeps remaining silent, looking at the picture. She blinks, as if coming back to our reality, and she hands me back my phone with a soft smile.

"Well, I was hoping to postpone that, but I guess it's time for you to meet my Dad?"

"What does anything I just told you have to do with your Dad?"

"You don't think he'd rather hear it from us than from a tabloid whilst he's shopping? That ought to bring him back to the store for tape, cord and plastic bags."

I glare at her because, even though I know she is joking, I have a feeling that the Colonel would be completely capable of doing that. But she's right. There are bound to be more pictures, and I'd rather man up and tell the Colonel myself. Maybe it would actually score me a couple of brownie points.

"And … more than that. At some point, they are bound to dig into my life, and I want you to be ready for that," she adds, her face serious as she analyses every single one of my reactions

"Are you an international spy?" I joke and she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Are you telling me that you didn't draw any conclusion from the background check that you did on my Dad?"

"Drawing conclusions and reality are not always the same thing."

She nods, but I can tell that it's just politeness and that I should assume that what Welsh told me is true. The Colonel is not retired and he more than likely works for the BlackOps, or some organism like that. Which means, he can kill me without ever being framed for it.

"Anyway, unless you have something else to spring on me, enough talks about annoying things. Let's go educate you and watch Seven as your Dad recommended."

She shows me her hand and I take it to follow her to the living room where she puts on the movie on the big screen before sitting beside me and putting her head on my lap as if we were back at my place. I smile like a child, and caress her hair as I usually do, quickly enthralled by the movie and its plot.

I have to say that I have missed those simple moments that happened over our Friday nights. Having her head over my lap and us just watching the movie. Yes, we had a movie night last Friday, but we were more interested in making out than watching her awful horror movie. And I like the peace of it. The peace of not stressing out with the idea that she might touch me, the peace of just trying to unravel the movie, the peace of just being with Ana and forgetting about the rest of the world.

Once the movie is over and comes the time to go to bed, I follow her to her bedroom and before she can go to her bathroom to change, I catch her and sit on her bed so she can be on my lap. Then, I kiss every inch of her skin, taking what is mine and refusing to give in to her whole narrative of me groping her means that I should kiss her less. Actually, I should kiss her, even more, when I am groping her, just for good measures.

She doesn't argue, but then again, why would she, she enjoys it just as much as I do, and without much hesitation, my hands go to her skin beneath her encumbering dress. She tries to repress a moan when I finally find one of her boobs, and I slightly buck my pelvis so she can feel that she is definitely not the only one who is affected here.

I'm not sure what has taken over me, and why I am all over her, but I am certainly not going to complain about it, and certainly not going to try to fight it. I'll say it's the Ana effect. It's the same reason why I can't jerk off anymore without thinking of her, why I wake up in the morning with a raging boner, why I don't go to the club anymore. Ana, Ana, Ana.

When one of my hands goes to her hair and grips it at the roots, she moans and I bite her lower lip, just like I like to do. She breaks our kiss, her eyes full of lust and wonders, and she brings her hands to my hair, telling me, "I was thinking … do you have … 'go-zones'?"

This does calm me down a little bit. Not enough to stop my boner from existing, but enough to realise the importance of this moment. So I take her right hand from my hair, and lead it away, resuming our kiss as a way for me to find courage in the nectar of her lips.

Slowly, I guide her to my cheek, to my jaw, to my neck. And though I can't see her, though she is passionately kissing me, I can tell she is highly focused and paying attention to every single inch of skin I give her access to. Then I lead her hand to my shoulder,k all the way down my arm and I gently lock my fingers with hers for a brief moment, my other hand still in her hair as our lips are still battling.

She doesn't pressure me into anything and just accepts what I am giving her, no matter how little that is. And so, I decide it is time for me to try and break free from this ridiculous childhood fear that has dictated my entire life. I bring her hand back to my shoulder before directing it toward my chest.

I can feel my heart accelerating and my breath going scarce, and I know it has nothing to do with arousal. But I don't want to let the darkness win this time. Those were the fears of a five-year-old kid. I am a grown man for fuck's sake! I have to beat this! So I try to hold tight to reality, gripping my hands to whatever they're holding and focusing on Ana's lips against mine.

She tries to break our kiss, but I don't let her. She's my anchor to avoid a full-blown panic attack. She's the only reason why I didn't crawl up in a ball and hurl my rage and my fear at the world. But still, through our sealed lips, Ana still manages to say in a pained voice,

"Christian …"

I immediately stop hearing the hurt echoing in her voice and snap my eyes open, putting some distance between us. If she wasn't sitting on top of me, I would have gotten up and gone to the other side of the room. I see her massaging her wrist and I let myself fall backwards, putting the back of my hands over my eyes as I try to erase this vision into my sockets.

"I'm sorry," is all I say. Those three pathetic words. I've hurt her. This is the exact reason why I never tried to pursue any kind of romantic relationship in the past. And I hate that Ana, of all people, is the one who has to pay for it. Ana! She is the last person I ever wanted to hurt.

"Christian?" She calls out to me, but I don't move. I didn't even check her wrists. Or her head. I'm pretty sure i gripped her hair just as tight. If I could, I would disappear right now.

"Christian?" She goes again, and I feel her move on top of me. She touches my hands with her delicate touch and slowly removes them before calling out my name a third time, beckoning me to open my eyes.

So I do so, and I don't see any condemnation in her eyes. Just unlimited trust, care and empathy. God, how I love this woman! She pulls me so I sit back up, and I let her direct me until her hands are cupping my face and she tells me,

"I can live with that, Christian."

Finally, I smile back, touched by the genuineness of her tone and I take her right hand in mine to check her wrist. Thankfully, I didn't go as far as to bruise her. Just an angry red mark that makes me close my eyes and kiss her wrist, which makes her chuckle.

"I should have totally faked it out and milked it. Maybe I should have called 911 too, to get a cast for good measures."

I chuckle with her, understanding that it is her way to let me know that she is okay and that I am the one overreacting. I kiss once again her wrist, looking at her beautiful green eyes as I tell her, "You totally should have. I would have happily been your servant. For the night, the week … eternity."

She laughs with me and gets up, straightening her dress as she lets me know, "Well, dear servant of mine, just know that I am going to get ready for the night. And you … still have to sleep in your brother's PJs. May I suggest that next time you bring a bag of essentials so I don't feel like I'm sleeping with Elliott, you know."

She shivers at that and I grimace at the image, though I don't lose sight of what is important here, "Or, hear me out, we could sleep in the nude."

Then I get up and catch her, spinning us so I can lay her back on the bed with gentleness. "Let me help you out of that ugly dress."

"You think my dress is ugly?" She exclaimed with faux indignation.

"It's is when it's hiding your body from me."

And just as I say so, I fumble, helping her out of her dress until she is in nothing but her underwear before me. I look at her, admiring her beauty as she lays beneath me, and I thank whatever divine intervention made us meets. Maybe I should take a page out of Grandpa Theo's page and go light a candle at Church.

Then, I start kissing every inch of her soft and sweet skin, enthralled by the little moans coming out of her, and I let one of her breasts out of its lingerie cage as I start kissing my way down. I don't think I could think of a better way to make it up to her.

But she stops me before I can even reach the promised land by putting a warning hand over mine as she crosses her legs, which makes me lose all my bravado. I really thought that we were heading in this direction, but maybe I read the signs wrong.

"I thought … I mean …" I shake my head and tell her, "I didn't mean to pressure you if you don't want —"

"Oh, believe me, I do! But I'm still on my period for starters. And … I'd feel terrible if I couldn't return the favour."

I roll on the bed next to her, cursing and loving everything that makes her a woman right now. But now, I have this image of Ana between my legs, taking my cock deep in her mouth, and this doesn't help my boner one bit.

"Don't put that kind of image in my head!" I growl into the cover, and I hear her chuckle before I feel her get up, probably to go to the bathroom and change. I need a cold shower. This woman is bad for my blood circulation. I don't think I have ever been this aroused in my life. And I was a teenager at some point. I used to get aroused by everything.

I do my best to put the image of Ana in bed and in underwear in a box so I can reflect on that later. This woman is a fucking Goddess. And she's mine.

When she comes back, she looks at me as I slipped into Elliott's pyjamas and she clears her throat, shutting off the main light and on the side table one, "I just want to make this clear, I might be a virgin, but it's not much because I want to hold it until … marriage. I just had my priorities straight, and dating or sex weren't on that list whilst I was studying."

I chuckle, still noticing her hesitation before she said marriage. In all honesty, if I were to listen to myself, I'd marry this woman tomorrow. But Ana being the voice of reason would find some ridiculous logical thoughts as to why we should wait. Even though I already have the fucking perfect apple pie picture in my head.

"Well, I might be a virgin, but it's because of circumstances. I'm very much interested in having sex with you, marriage or not."

She rolls her eyes at me and comes into bed with an extra blanket in hands, "You don't marry a girl just to bang her. Especially one like me who only brings student loans to the table. But you do buy her dinner."

I shake my head, stopping myself from pointing out that I wouldn't mind buying her dinner if she would just stop fussing about every single penny I spent on her and I peck her lips. She smiles at me and rolls the extra blanket before showing it to me.

"I was thinking we could try something," she says, putting the blanket between us. "I just thought that maybe if there is a barrier between us, we could still cuddle …"

Elliott is right. I am head over heels in love with this girl. And those little attentions she has for me just comfort me with this idea. So I reach to switch off her bedside lamp and I lay her down so we can spoon with as much closeness as my issues allow us.

"I want to try hypnosis," I let her know, and she doesn't have the reaction I expected. I sense her tense as she tells me, "It's your body and your mind, Christian. You should do as you wish."

"But?" Because I can feel it coming.

"But, hypnosis isn't always a long term fix. Sometimes it doesn't work. Sometimes you snap back to your old self. You have to be ready for those possibilities as well. But know that no matter what, I'll be there for you. And don't ever feel that there is any pressure from me for you to heal faster. I can live with your boundaries, Christian."

This girl … she is a Heaven-sent. There is no other explanations. So I kiss her neck, holding her close to me with my hand on her breast and we fall asleep like that, after exchanging her sweets words of goodnights.

Still, I wake up in the middle of the night, because of this odd sensation that somebody is watching me, and all my blood leaves my body when I see a gun aiming at me, with the Colonel at the other end of it.

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