Thoughts of 50 Shades

Chapter 7.

Christian remembered the aftermath of that afternoon very well. He didn't think he had ever seen Ana so angry.

Of course, he had tried to make out with Ana in the back of the SUV on the way home and this had earned him a slap on his head. So he decided to wait till they got back. He rested his head on her shoulder and fell asleep.
Taylor called ahead to give Sawyer the heads up to meet them in the garage at Escala. On arrival, Sawyer helped Taylor get their boss in the elevator. Christian was very unsteady after sleeping, so they travelled up the thirty floors with Ana. Neither man commented on the state of their boss but both could tell Ana was furious. Once they were in the spacious lounge, Ana said " Just put him on the bed and I'll sort him out, Thank you"
"Are you sure ma'am?"Asked Taylor
"Yes," Said Ana "I'll call you if I need to. He just needs to sleep it off"
"Very well ma'am" said Taylor.
So the two CPO's walked Christian through to the master bedroom and laid him on the bed and left closing the door behind them.
Ana took his shoes and socks off. Then his tie" Sit up Christian let me help you off with your jacket" She said firmly.
Blurry eyed Christian grinned lasciviously "It'll be a pleasssure Mrssss Gray"He slurred. and struggled to sit up. He took Ana by the hips and pulled her to him burying his face into her belly.
"You smell sooo good, come to bed"
"Jacket first" She said
"OK," and shrugged out of his jacket. Then he fell back onto the bed and slept snoring quietly.
Ana swung his legs around. She loosened his belt, undid the button, pulled the zipper down on his pants but couldn't pull them off.
She really couldn't be bothered to struggle.
" I'll get you for this Grey," she whispered in his ear.


It was dark when Christian stirred. At first he didn't know quite where he was. But he had a thumping head and his mouth felt like, yuck!
He stretched his arm out to find his wife but the bed was empty.
"Where is she?"
He found the light switch for the bedside lamp. As soon as he had switched it on he wished he hadn't the glare shot through his head like a laser beam. He groaned holding his head.
He rolled off the bed to make his way to the en-suite bathroom, and nearly tripped as his pants slid down his legs. "Fuck!" He kicked them off and stumbled to the bathroom. Having relieved himself in the toilet, he went to the wash basin to wash his face and hands. Looking in the mirror he saw his red rimmed eyes, pale face, the stubble of his unshaven chin and his unruly hair. He looked and felt like shit. Realising he was still partially dressed he decided that he would take some Advil and a drink then shower.
He wandered from the bedroom across the lounge area to the kitchen where he knew he would find pain killers in the cupboard and orange juice in the fridge.
He sat for a while on the sectional settee. watching the night lights of Seattle below him through the glass wall.
As his head eased he pondered over the days events which had lead him to have a head like an army marching to beating drums.
Oh yes, the drinking challenge Elliot has thrown at him. Why for fucks sake had he suggested "Roxanne" he hadn't played that game since Harvard. And he didn't drink that much anyway it made him loose control. Disciplined he was always disciplined, something Elana had taught him long ago.
But now he needed to find Ana. Last time he had arrived home drunk, she had hid from him in the playroom. The reason for his drunkenness had been panic then. Panic and fear of fatherhood.
He sighed, he had come to terms with the idea; then thanks to Jack Hyde, Ana had lost he baby. He had been surprised at his own feelings of grief and loss, and he knew that Ana was still fragile emotionally as a result. Perhaps this is why he had taking up his brothers challenge as a way of putting those feelings to one side for a while.
Still dressed in shirt and boxer briefs he padded upstairs to the playroom, perhaps she had hidden away there again. The door was locked, the key on the chain in his pants pocket. He turned to go back down stairs to get it, then he saw a light under the spare room door.
She was asleep, her hair fanned out on the pillow, one hand bent under her chin the other across her chest. She looked lovely, her full lips slightly apart, eye lashes fanned on her cheek. her chest gently rising and falling as she slept.
He stripped off his shirt and very gently slid in bed besides her. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him nuzzling his nose into her neck and gently kissing her behind her ear. He let his hand wander down her body and up her side until he came to her breast. Gently, his thumb massaged the nipple causing it to pucker in response.
She stirred, and turned to him her lips finding his and kissing him her hand finding it's way into his hair tugging it. Her leg moved across his and her kiss deepened. He put his other hand around her back pulling her closer to him, closer to his growing erection.
Their breathing becoming erratic as passion took over. He pulled her beneath him and she was pushing his boxer briefs down freeing him her legs around his waist pushing the boxers further down with her heels. He  trailed his hand down, though her pubic hair until his fingers found her clitoris and  sweet spot. She moaned into his ear "Please"
He shifted slightly then gently eased his throbbing erection into her sighing. This was the best place in the world to be. Inside her slick smoothness fitting him like a velvet glove.
He move rhythmically slowly feeling her, kissing her neck and throat. He increased the pace as he felt her clinching around him, squeezing him. Then she came with passionate cry and he followed with a hiss through his teeth.
 He relaxed  onto her supporting his weight with his hands on either side of her head kissing her gently.
Then he felt a stinging slap round his ear.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing Grey!" She shouted pushing him off her.
Bemused "Making love to my wife"
"Yes!" she spat "Without a condom!"
"Oh shit, I forgot"
"Forgot!, Forgot! Do you think I'm fucking ready to get pregnant again? Mr control freak. You never forget anything" she yelled hysterically. As she bounced out of bed glaring at him. Her face was flushed with rage, her hair flying around her face.
"You'd better hope that I don't get pregnant, Grey, 'cos I'll make your life a fucking misery if I am!!"
She stomped off into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
He flopped down on the bed groaning his arm over his eyes. His head was bursting again. What to do?
He rose and followed her into the bathroom and joined her in the shower.
At First she shrugged him away. Then turning round to face him she put her arms around him resting her face to his chest sobbing, heart wrenching.
"Hush baby," He said soothingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just didn't think I was so relieved to find you there."
"Where did you think I'd be? "
"I didn't know I woke and you weren't there. And I remembered the last time I got drunk; I thought you'd left me. I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry I slapped you. I was so surprised that you were there I thought I was dreaming" She whispered.
He turned off the shower and got out of the cubical. Wrapping a towel round his waist, he got a large towel and enfolded Ana into it holding her close to him.
He grinned down at her "I'm pleased you have such erotic dreams of me."
She smiled back at him " Only of you" Hugging him tightly to her
"We can get a morning after pill if you're ready worried" He offered gently.
"No I'll probably be OK. Lets see what happens".
They dried off then laid in each others arms till the sun came up.

As they ate breakfast later, Ana said, "Lets go sailing, just you and me. I think we need time completely on our own. To think. Lets go and get some fresh air with no one else around"
"Do you think you will be able to help me with the boat?"
"Yes, we don't have to rely on sail, do we? Once you steer out of the marina, I can take over and you can put up the mainsail if you want."
"You're on Mrs Grey, I think you have learned enough from Mac, for us to do that.