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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 17: Ave Maria (2,6K)

Christian's Pov

Christian Grey, you are an idiot! How long have I wanted to kiss this woman? How long has it been since I have seen her luscious lips and imagined how they would feel against mine? How long, indeed? And now I finally get to kiss them, and all I can think about is how many times I could have kissed Ana in the past if I didn't hide behind the pretence of friendship.

Kissing Ana is like reaching Nirvana. Even better. It's … extraordinary.

Her hands are still tucked behind her back as she said, and when my own hands reach up to cup her face, she opens her mouth so my tongue can enter. And it does, ready to conquer this new territory and make it its own.

I've only truly kissed one woman, it was Leila. It was awkward for the two of us. All I could think was keeping my hands ready to stop hers if she tried to touch me and I didn't really appreciate the moment. But with Ana … I completely trust her to not try and touch me.

Maybe it's because of the years of therapy that I did, or maybe it's because we were friends first and she made sure to let me know that she understood that I had issues and boundaries. No matter the reason behind it, I completely trust Ana to keep her hands away. That's why my hands are on her face instead of reaching for hers. That's why there is very little distance between us. that's why I am enjoying this moment like no other before.

A minute passes by with our tongues dancing the tango, but it could have been a second or an hour, I'm not really sure. Finally, to my greatest displeasure, we break our kiss, and instinctively I peck her skin all the way to her collarbone. I haven't had my fill yet of Anastasia Steele and I will have this moment last as long as I can.

She takes a sharp intake of breath when my lips touch the vein between her neck and her face and I repress myself from sucking the life out of her. A hickey on the first date just doesn't sound right. Still, I gently nibble the spot, just to make sure that it is indeed an ergogenic zone for her, and I am rewarded by a moan coming from her throat.

I smirk with victory and kiss my way back to her beautiful lips that are eagerly waiting for me. Slowly I close a little more the gap between us, though I am still not touching her and I suck on her lower lip, finally giving into a fantasy I have had for a while.

Spending so much time with her, I have noticed that Ana often bites her lower lip, not that I think she is conscious of that. When she's concerned when she's holding back what she wants to say when she focused on something and recently when she's flirty with me (though I'm not sure about the level of consciousness on this one). And I have been wanting to bite down on that lip ever since I have noticed this quirk of hers. Now, I finally get to satisfy that craving.

Gently, I let my right-hand travel to her hair, my fingers getting lost in her luscious mane when we are abruptly interrupted by a neighbour of hers getting back home. He doesn't say anything, just eyeing us with wiggling eyebrows as I put a more reasonable distance between Ana and me, though I keep my eyes on her, not really caring about anyone but her at the moment.

When we are alone again, she clears her throat and looks for her keys in her bag as she lets me know,

"Well … that was quite a kiss. Thank God you have boundaries, or I'd be pregnant already."

I smirk with contempt and self-satisfaction. I might not have a lot of experience, but I can still take her breath away. And I can make her blush like a tomato. Her face is all red, though she tries to pretend she's not flushed.

As she takes her keys out of her bag, I reach to caress her face with my knuckles and her blush deepens. That's a view I could get used to.

"I might bend the rules for you and kiss on the first night, but you're not mind-blowing enough to make me forget that I don't sleep on the first night."

"I never intended to spend the night with you," I truthfully say, because in all honesty, no matter how much I want it, I am not ready for this level of intimacy with her. She smiles at me, that smile that always reaches her eyes and makes them sparkle, and I can tell that she's as reluctant as me to part.

"Do you have plans for this weekend?" I ask, and she shrugs. I know that she usually spends her Sunday mornings with Kate, but her lack of commitments lets me know that she is willing to change her plans for me. "I was thinking … maybe we could spend the weekend together. I can take you on The Grace for the whole weekend if you want."

"Are you trying to bribe me into spending more time with you? Because I have very little willpower when it comes to water."

I chuckle, definitely keeping that info in mind, but when she doesn't answer my question, I insist,

"So? Are you coming willingly, or do I have to kidnap you?"

"You can try and you can fail. But I think this time, I am going to gently follow you," she says, making me grin before leaning so I can still one last kiss before we ultimately have to part.

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All throughout the following couple of weeks, Ana and I texted every day as per usual. The only thing that changed in our routine is that we now call each other when it is time for us to go to bed. In fact, she often falls asleep with me still on the line. And of course, the major change in our relationship is that now I don't have to conjure every excuse in the universe to pretend that we are friends.

And … I can't keep my hands off of her. Every time that we are alone, I am all over her, keeping her in my arms and showering her with kisses. Not that she seems to mind. Very time I kiss her or take her in my arms, she has this amazing smile that makes me feel like the king of this motherfucking world.

The weekend that followed our first date, we spent it on the Grace, playing games and making out … okay, maybe the other way around. Last weekend, I took her to San Francisco and fed her morbid obsession with criminals as we visited Alcatraz. I don't think I have ever seen her so happy. She took a zillion pictures and asked so many questions to the tour guide (even though he didn't know most of the answers).

This weekend, she said that she was visiting her Dad, and even if I wanted to, I don't ask her to postpone it. Let's not give Colonel Steele any more reasons to come to Seattle and to terrorise the young Grey men. But next weekend, she said that she was in charge of the program, and I honestly can't wait.

I haven't told anyone yet of the evolution in our relationship, and I don't think she did on her side either. I just want to keep those moments special to us preciously for me. No one in my family knows of Ana anyway, so there is no point, as long as Elliott keeps his big fat mouth open. I could tell him, but … other than the fact that he is dating her best friend, Elliott can be such a bro sometimes and I know that he will ultimately bring up the question of sex.

As for Martha, she did ask if I finally talked to Ana. I told her that I did and I had my answer, but I didn't elaborate on the matter. Of course, Martha did as she usually does, she mmmhmmmed and wrote on her notepad. Probably something along the line "Patient finally grew some guts and is now internally gushing like a fucking teenager about the joys of having a girlfriend."

All in all, life is good, and I am totally loving this whole girlfriend thing. Just today, Ana surprised me with lunch that she made and brought from her home. Nothing fancy really, just a nice and copious salad with a chocolate brownie for dessert (that of course, she called mudpie).

To say that Andra was stunned is an understatement, especially when I told her that Miss Steele is to be put on the VIP list along with my family and that she is to transfer any calls from her directly to me, no matter what. But I don't mind that she knows. First, because amongst all my employees, Andrea is the least likely to gossip. Second … because I am really hoping that this isn't just a fling of the moment and that Ana will get to come back more often.

As of now, I am on my way to my parents, texting Ana and jokingly arguing over the fact that she didn't leave me the rest of the brownie. I mean, those brownies were fucking delicious. I'm sure that if I had brought some to Grace, she would have said the same thing, minus the curse words. Grace hates it when we swear.

Elliott is the one driving us there, though we don't pay attention to each other. I am busy texting Ana, and he is on the phone with Kate, crying to his Bluetooth piece that he won't get to see her until Monday. I could make fun of him and say that he's whipped, but that would be rather hypocritical. And anyway, I shouldn't joke about Kate right now.

I know that this weekend is the anniversary of her mother's death, and she asked leaf from work. I had been expecting that. Eamon is always off around this period. His wife died unexpectedly, in a car accident four years ago. What I didn't know and Elliott explained to me last week when he spent the night at my place, was that Eamon was fucking responsible.

Apparently, he had spent all of Kate's life cheating on his wife. She could have left him, but she didn't because of her children. Because she was scared that, since she didn't have a job or money in her name, she would not get custody of her children. Still, on the day of the accident, she learned that he had a whole other life with a baby mama and kids living right here in Seattle as well.

From what Elliott understood, Eamon always kept his affairs out of the State. So this was a low blow to his wife, and she confronted him about it for the first time. They argued and she stormed off, threatening to take all his money in an expensive and long divorce. And as she was driving to her daughter's university, another car crashed into hers, killing both drivers instantly.

Every year, Kate and Ethan, her brother, go to her grave and spend some time grieving together. Neither of them has forgiven their father, and now, I understand better than ever why Kate is so determined to have a life separated from her father. And I'll be damned if I don't help her. I know what it's like to have a blood relative that makes you feel like shit.

I know Ana met Kate in the middle of her grief and that she helped her a lot, but Ana rarely talks about this aspect of Kate's life. Not that I blame her for it. Kate is her best friend, and she probably doesn't want to break whatever sacred girl code there is between them.

When we get to our parents' house, Mia is the first to greet us, but it's not a surprise. She has just come back from yet another trip abroad, though this isn't just her wanting to see us, she is starting to have some issues with her publishing house and she felt that she ought to see them in person.

I could suggest that she go to SIP, where Ana works, but Ana has no real power there, she is just an editor's assistant and I feel that she wouldn't like me meddling with her work life like that.

We all rant about how Mia's editor is trying to rip her off before we move on and talk about Kate and her loss. Elliott has already brought her home a couple of Sundays for lunch, and the happiest person about it was Grace. I'm pretty sure she already has a scrapbook ready for his wedding and of course, their babies.

Elliott does feel bad that he can't be there with her, for her, but in the meantime, he understands that it's a moment she would rather share with her brother alone.

And of course, after we're done talking about Mia and Elliott, Grace turns to me and complains with a sad and annoyed voice,

"We haven't seen you in a while, Christian. You've missed the last two Sundays, and I'm pretty sure that if Mia hadn't come home, we wouldn't have seen you for another while."

"I know, I know. Sorry, grace. I was just really … busy," I say, opting for a partial truth. I was busy, it's just that it wasn't just work.

"Yeah, right," Elliott snickers, sipping on his beer. "I think what Christian means is that he was too busy taking his girlfriend out of the State last weekend."

"What?!" Everyone looks at me as if I'm a freak and I just glare at Elliott. Really! What need did he have to put me in this situation? Especially since he doesn't know jackshit. He hasn't asked about Ana since graduation and accepted that we were just friends.

So I shrug, and once again opt for half a truth, "You're delusional, Elliott." I mean, everyone in this family knows he's our very own idiot.

He raises an eyebrow as the other three look from me to him as if they were watching a tennis game, "I'm delusional? Right. Well, as a delusional fool, I just want to remind you that your friend is best bribed with my girlfriend. And they live together. Don't you think that Kate may find it odd that her bestie in the whole wide world dumps her two weekends in a row to just spend some time away with a friend? Just when my brother goes MIA as well."

"Shut up Elliott," Mia quips in, before turning to me with starry eyes, "You have a girlfriend?"

I don't have time to answer when Carrick intervenes with a tired voice, "Kids, leave him be. It's none of our business."

I can tell that Grace very much so thinks that it is very much so her business, and she approbatively nods when Mia ignores our father and asks, "Come on, Christian! What does she look like? What's her name? How did you meet?"

I glare at Elliott who has the nerve of smirking at me with a knowing look. I should have known. He was unusually quiet and nice as of late. He was just biting the bullet.

It seems that today is going to be the day of half-truths. "We've been friends since May and —"

Elliott interrupts me with his everso annoying grin, "Remind me again when you stopped going out on Friday nights? I never pictured you as a friends with benefits kind of guy."

This is beyond mortifying. Of course, Carrick and Grace know what happens on Friday nights when I am in town, but unlike Elliott, I have never been fond of the idea of sharing this aspect of my life with my parents. In this aspect, Mia and I are more alike. Grace and Carrick don't necessarily mind, mostly because Elliott spares them the gruesome details that no one wants to know about. But if they interrupt him in the middle of it with a phone call, he won't shy away from saying it.

"Enough now!" Carrick says, firm this time. "Christian can come out whenever he sees fit. Stop pestering him about things he doesn't want to share. Or next time Kate comes, I will get the embarrassing videos out of storage."

This has the merit to shut Elliott up. Our folks have quite a collection of embarrassing childhood memories, and Elliott was already quite the clown. If he doesn't Kate to make fun of how Sailor-Moon phase, he better shut up. Still, I can't help but notice the irony of how this whole coming out when I want to sounds very much so as if I was in. The closet and afraid to come out.

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The rest of dinner went without any other weird comments from Elliott, though I can tel that he got Grace curious about this whole affair. I am pretty much sure to be grilled Sunday before brunch. I don't think that she ever minded that I was single, because I never actually showed any interest in that, but, even though she's never told me per se, I know that she worries that this whole touching issue has more to do with Elena than just my early childhood.

It's only when we are in his car on our way home that Elliott apologises for putting me on the spot like that, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to corner you like that. I just …. Man, you should live a little."

"I am," I simply say. Especially over the past couple of weeks. I have been living my best life over those past two weeks, especially when I had a certain brunette in my arms.

I see him have a small knowing smirk before he furthers his thinking, "I mean you should stop being so careful about everything you do and say. And even if it's just for a short while, you should just enjoy the moment. Bring her home Sunday, everyone will love her."

I don't answer, mostly because of that short while comment. Though it is clear to me, I haven't made that clear to Ana that this isn't a fling to me. But maybe that's how she sees it. A nice little something to have fun whilst she's young and freshly out of uni. Maybe I should talk to her about this, but how do I do that without freaking her out.

Elliott takes my silence for brooding and apologises again, "Sorry, bro. I really didn't mean to out you like that. I just thought you needed a little push, but obviously, I was wrong. From now on, as far as I'm concerned, Ana is just a friend."

I take a deep breath, keeping my eyes on the road as I finally let him know (putting him out of his misery), "I kissed her two weeks ago."

He briefly looks as me before looking back at the road. "You kissed her … but what about … you know, the whole touching thing. Because accordion to Kate, Ana's a VOA virgin."

"What does that even mean?"

"Vaginal Oral Anal. I love teaching you new things. But … you know, virgins usually aren't into the whole BDSM thing because they have nothing to base it on."

I roll my eyes, wondering who between Elliott and Kate invited this sort of silliness and I let him know, "We're not there, yet. I just want to enjoy things as they come."

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The next day, as per usual Ana comes to my place for our movie night. But since Ana can be quite a sociopath sometimes, she chose to make me watch Psycho! Of course, she chose a horror movie! In fact, the very movie that is pivotal to horror movies to this day. And as any self-respecting psychopath, she even claims that it's not scary at all and that it's all in the head. No shit, sherlock! A movie named Psycho is all in the head!

We ordered Thai, and though Ana loves spicy food, her body doesn't agree with her tastebuds. Every time I have seen her eat spicy, her whole face and neck became all red. But she says that as long as it's just that, she'll keep on eating her chillies.

As the film go on and the movie gets creepier and creepier, I start to lose focus, only to concentrate on something much more interesting, just as scary and incredibly beautiful. Ana's head is on my lap making me yet again marvel about how I don't freak out because of our closeness. I don't know if it's because I know she won't go further, or if it's because I simply feel at peace around Ana. All I know is, that her head on my lap has never been something that I mind.

I lean forward to kiss her, and when I tilt her head to capture her lips, I feel them spread into a smile, happily accepting this kiss coming out of nowhere. For a while, I do nothing but tease her lips with my teeth and my tongue before she moves so she is at my level and I don't have to break my neck to kiss her. Still, she keeps a reasonable distance between us and so I lay her on the sofa so I can be on top of her.

Slowly, my hands travel her side until they reach the hem of her shirt, and then, for the first time, I go beneath it and go to grab one of her boobs. She doesn't mind, letting out an appreciative sound as she keeps her hands to her side as I lead the pace. And as I rejoice in the softness of her skin, I can't help but feel selfish.

Ana is a very tactile person, I have known that since her graduation. How would I feel if I couldn't touch her? If I couldn't kiss her whenever I wanted to, or if I had to keep my hands to myself when she would be touching me.

So I let out a sigh and sit back on the sofa, barely aware of the movie still playing. She quirks an eyebrow, silently asking me what's wrong and I say, my resolve coming to me as the words come out, "I want to try something."

I can tell by the way she bit her lower lip that she heard the seriousness of my tone and bite back the quip that she was about to deliver. I take another deep breath and warn her, "Please, don't freak out."

Slowly, as if we were in a slow-motion movie, I pull her leg up and bring her to me so she is straddling me. Once she is on my lap, she shows me her hands and gently puts them on the sofa on either side of my face. My hands go to her smaller back and my eyes are steady on hers as she slowly leans in closer to me. I am completely still, and yet my heart is beating faster than it has ever done before. But the thing is, I'm not sure if it's anxiety or anticipation.

Still, the closer she gets, the more I get the feeling that this sudden rand heartbeat is due to her, especially when I feel her breathe on my face.

"Jesus Christ!" She suddenly screams at something behind me as the woman in the screen gets murdered in the shower. I swear, whether it is Gail or Taylor, they have the worst timing in the history of timing!

I turn my head to tell them to fuck off, but then I realise that it is much worse than staff, it is Grace!

"I'm so sorry, I thought you would be alone, dear." She apologises, and Ana is on her feet in a matter of seconds, her face so red that it looks like she just ate a hundred jalapeños.

"It's okay. I should go anyway," Ana says, picking up her shoes and bag before she dashes away at the light of speed. I didn't even get a chance to convince her to stay.

But then again, I am still on the sofa, trying to get rid of the boner between my legs. I think of tarantulas from unclose and it does the deed. So I get up and switch off the TV, rather annoyed at my mother for interrupting at that exact moment.

"I didn't mean to scare your friend away, " she apologises for one again, and I shake my head, walking out of this room that has become our special room with Ana. After all, Grace has interrupted that terrible movie that she claims to not be scary. How can she watch that and then talk about being on her own when we see that young women on their own get brutally murdered by nut-jobs."

"It's okay, Grace."

"Eliott said that you spent your Friday nights here, now. I didn't believe him and —-"

"He doesn't always say stupid stuff," I cut her off so she can be left off the hook. We both know that as soon as she heard the G-word in Elliott's mouth, I was due for a visit and an explanation.

"So? What is your friend's name?" She innocently asks and I repress myself from rolling my eyes. She's not even trying to cover up her deceit. I'm pretty sure she knew she would find t mystery girl if she came out of the blue.

"She's my girlfriend, Grace. And her name is Ana."

"Oh," She simply says with a happy smile. "Maybe you should invite her over for brunch, Sunday. Just so we can meet her."

I try, but I find no good argument against that. it's just that when Kate first came, Grace really overdid it and I don't want to overwhelm Ana …. Or me for that matter.

"I'll ask," I promise, perfectly aware that we are busy for the next couple of weeks. With a little luck, Grace will have forgiven by then.

"Good." She starts to leave, me short on her heels. Maybe I can go to Ana's and finish what we started on the couch before we were interrupted. But then she stops and turns to me with concern,

"Christian … I know you don't like to talk about it but … she was on top of you …."

And you interrupted! Really, Grace, just five minutes after would have fine by me. Still, I let her know, "It's a work in progress."

She smiles at me with pride and satisfaction. "Good."

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💚 So, it seems that all is well in the bests of worlds … what did you Think of that kiss?

💚 And it seems that Christian is trusting Ana more and more. Still, what date do you think she has planned for them? if you can guess, you can have a little teaser 😉 😉

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