Christian's Yearning

CH17

~ tiro di foto ~

 Christian walks over and gives her a kiss. Her answer is a little moan into his mouth and he turns on the vibrator, zip-zip - she squirms on her seat and widens her eyes to him - and just as fast he turns it off.

 “Who izzzz thizzz?” the young man doing Ana’s hair asks brining her out of her reverie.

“My other half.”

“Ohhhh nice to finally meet Mr. Ana Steele!” He reaches over and gives Christian a hug. Ana immediately notices the change in body language and comes to his rescue.

“Georgio get your hands away from him, he is mine!”

“Christian, Georgio. Georgio, Chrisitian. Now finished up, will you!” Ana pulls on Georgio’s arm.

“Oh dear, you are no fun!” Georgio then turns back to address Christian. “You are divine, nice to meet you!”

“Take care of her, Georgio.”

 Christian is definitely amused at being addressed as Mr. Ana Steele – that is a first! He looks around. In here she is the star, the center of attention. Here people are used to ‘pretty faces’; here I am Mr. Ana Steele and not Christian Grey. This is her world.

 Christian walks away with an amused smile, turning on the device once more, zip-zip, just for amusement. So it goes, every so often, at random intensities, zip-zip, never long enough for her to reach her peak, just enough to frustrate the heck out of her. He sits by the window at a safe distance enjoying her reactions. She squirms, she closes her eyes, and she opens her mouth.

Ana reaches for her water and she holds it with two shaking hands. So, Christian decides to give her a break. Finally, she goes to get dressed and Christian stretches his legs while answering phone calls. Eventually, Christian walks over to his spot by the windows and returns to his emails; soon though, Ana walks in. She takes his breath away. She is wearing a white silk dress; he can see the form of her nipples as the fabric falls clinging to her body. The dress reaches her mid-calf and her shoes are extremely high, with little leather belts crisscrossing all over. She looks amazing.

 - she is mine, all mine.

 Christian hears Reynolds’ breath catch so he whips his head and flashes his eyes to his security man. Reynolds nodes and bites his tongue. Taylor is giving Reynolds a look that means ‘we’ll talk about this later’ – shit!

 Christian is containing himself from making a scene. An older man puts a hand on Ana’s back and talks to her, undoubtedly giving her instructions; she moves her head in understanding. Her eyes are looking at Christian, zip-zip at a very low intensity, and she waves blowing him a kiss.

 - take that David!

 Ana then arranges herself on the couch and immediately a man carefully, as if her hair was made of crystal, fixes her hair over her shoulder. He also moves the dress so that it drapes the couch as the fabric falls to the floor. Then it begins, flash after flash, her pale skin radiating under the brilliant lights all over her; she looks like a goddess.

There are hands moving her hair, a fan blowing on her face - flash, flash. David comes in; he is wearing white trousers, no shirt, no shoes. He sits on the arm of the couch, and she is looking at him, their faces very close, almost kissing…

 -  zip-zip, remember I’m here. Christian’s nerves are on end; it takes all his control not to go there and push the fucker away.

 Ana whips her face to the camera with eyes wide open and the photographer goes crazy with praise. David rolls into the couch, someone fixes the way his arm hugs her - flash, flash. Someone fixes his trousers - flash, flash.