Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena #Explicit [Fifty Shades] #fanfic

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

September 1999

The heat is stifling. Sweat is pouring down my back and into my eyes. My hot, gritty, sand-filled eyes. I push my way forwards across the scorching desert, but I begin to slowly sink into the burning sand.
"Christian..."
Help me...Please...
My feet and arms are leaden, getting smothered in hot, blistering sand...
"CHRISTIAN..."
Oh God...Mia? Mia...get help please...I'm sinking...
"CHRISTIAN! WAKE UP!"
"MIA!" I scream, but it only comes out as a painful rasp. I swallow and it's like my throat is full of broken glass.
What's happening to me..?
I go to open my eyes, but they are raw and dry, so I keep them firmly closed.
"Mia..." I croak as two cool, familiar hands grasp my face.
"Jeez, Christian...you're burning up!" She cries. She lets go of me and I feel my bedside lamp flick on and light my face. I groan and it burns my throat. I still can't open my eyes.
"Oh God...I'm getting mom!" I hear her scramble out and moments later my main bedroom light comes on, making me wince.
"Christian! Oh my poor darling..."
The next few weeks pass by in a blur. Mom drove me to hospital in the middle of the night and I was rushed into the ER with one of the worst cases of strep throat they had ever seen. I drifted in and out of consciousness - one day passing seamlessly into another as my body then developed acute glandular fever. After almost two weeks, I was finally allowed home, on strict bed-rest whilst mom and Mia watched me like hawks. Dad would come and sit with me whenever he could and we'd shoot the breeze and play chess, and Elliot...well he's been smuggling in cold beers (and much to my embarrassment and hidden joy) a couple of his old porn mags. He said once I fully recovered it was high time for me to hit the town and get laid...
The cause of my illness is a bit of a mystery. Apparently it's only transmitted via saliva and I'd had a text from Elena saying she'd been thoroughly checked out and she was clear. As she's the only person I had shared saliva with, then it wasn't via her. Mom said I could have been coughed or sneezed on by someone who was infected and I do have a vague recollection of a little shit coughing in my face on the mall escalators...
After the freak storms that hit Seattle recently, today dawned humid but bright and sunny and felt like the first proper day of autumn. I'd spent the last couple of days going through my music collections and downloading tracks to my MP3 player. Suffering from cabin fever and sexual frustration, I decide to take my MP3 and my new Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book and go sit outside in the sun. Maybe mom will even let me go for an unsupervised walk.
Maybe I could even text Elena and see if she is free for a quick rendezvous...
I put my headphones in, clip the MP3 player to the waistband of my shorts and head downstairs to look for mom. A wonderful aria that Elena introduced me to recently, blasts merrily through my ears, lifting my spirits. It brings back happy memories of a recent steamy session. I never would have guessed I'd enjoy giving Elena orgasms almost as much as I enjoyed receiving them from her. I'm still struggling with being touched and haven't yet mustered the confidence to take my tank top off in front of Elena, but she understands my limits and respects my boundaries. I trust her implicitly and can relax, knowing she won't cross any boundary or push me too hard. We are getting closer and closer and have recently began getting each other off by rubbing intimately against one other. I think the technical term is 'dry humping'.
Whatever it's called, it's fucking awesome...
I still feel annoyingly weak and despite my best efforts to follow doctors' orders and rest, the lingering fatigue has meant I haven't been able to get back into the gym. Bastille came to see me and brought me the Jean-Claude Van-Damme DVD box set - but warned me he wouldn't entertain training me again for at least another month. The longer it takes for me to fully recover, the longer it will be before I have a valid excuse to go to the gym and see Elena again. It's been really crappy just exchanging a few sneaky texts. Sighing sadly, I walk into the family room in search of mom.
OH. HOLY. SHIT.
Mom is sat with her back to the door - immaculate as always in a caramel velour lounge suit - and in the opposite chair, calmly sipping coffee...
...is Elena.
Her ice-blue eyes light up as she sees me and she beams. I stand there stunned, drinking her in, then realise mom has turned and is talking to me. I hurriedly rip my earphones out, wincing slightly and pause the aria.
"Hello darling. Nice to see you up and about at this time." She pats the sofa and I slip in next to her, pecking her proffered cheek reverently.
"How are you feeling, Christian?" Elena smiles at me, head cocked slightly to the side and I feel my pulse quicken.
She's fucking doing that on purpose! Why the hell didn't she text and warn me she was coming over?
"A bit better thanks, Mrs. Lincoln." I mumble, praying I don't start blushing in front of mom.
Or getting hard...
"Oh Christian," she chides gently. "I think we can stop with the formalities now. Please just call me Elena."
I nod - thinking of the many times I have not only called her Elena, but shrieked it as I've come violently into her gorgeous mouth...
FOR FUCKS SAKE, GREY!
I shift slightly in my seat and her lips twitch. I know she's also thinking the same thing...
"So, as I was saying Elena, he's still not recovering as quickly as we'd hoped. He had a very severe case as you know and what he really needs is some decent dry heat and sunshine. Seattle's so humid and wet at the moment, it's not helping."
Elena suddenly sits upright - as if she's just had a bolt of electricity shoot through her amazingly hot body.
"Grace!" She exclaims excitedly. "I may have the answer!"
Huh?
Mom and I simultaneously raise our eyebrows at her in surprise. She is now almost bouncing in her seat.
"Linc and I bought a holiday home in Malta recently. We hire it out, but it's unoccupied at the moment. I had a recent phone call from one of the neighbours saying they'd had a terrible storm on the islands and our property had definitely suffered superficial damage, but they didn't know if there had been any problems within the property." She pauses to catch her breath. "I've been trying to persuade Linc to go and have a look at it and we could have a little sunshine break at the same time, but he's just snowed under at the moment. He's landed a major contract in Dallas and just can't spare the time." She pauses for breath again. "I was thinking of heading out myself and finding a local handyman before we end up with serious problems," she looks at me directly. "Would you like to come with me, Christian? It's still 70 degrees over there - plenty of dry heat and sunshine. The villa has a pool and decking and the island is renowned for its fresh produce. It might be just what you need. We can stay for a week - if you want to...and its okay with you, Grace?"
I stare at her dumbfounded.
Has she seriously just asked me to go away with her, right in front of my mom?
Mom takes a deep breath. "That's an awfully generous offer, Elena. Are you sure he wouldn't be in the way?"
Jeez mom...
Elena shakes her elegant head - her blonde hair glinting in the sunshine streaming through the windows. "Not in the slightest. I'd be glad of the company. Malta is steeped in history - it has one of the best preserved Neolithic temples in the world - and Christian would learn so much. And I promise you, I'd take excellent care of him."
Christ...
I shift in my seat again.
"Well I'd have to discuss it with Cary, but if he's happy, then I can't see any reason why he couldn't go." Mom turns to me. "Would you like to go, Christian?"