FIFTY SHADES OF ADVENTURE-CHRISTIAN AND ANA'S HONEYMOON

*Note: This a fan fiction. I do not own Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele (Grey), or any other Fifty Shades of Grey names. They are the property of the amazing and talented E.L. James.

**This is an interpretation of Christian and Ana's honeymoon. We only got a small slice of it in Fifty Shades Freed, so I thought I'd try it out. As it happens, I have traveled to both London and Paris and I find them both to be hopelessly romantic. I'm trying to stay as close to their personalities as possible. Please review!

IN THE GREY CORPORATE JET, RIGHT AFTER CHRISTIAN AND ANA FINISH THEIR WEDDING CONSUMATION (i.e. right after they have sex).

ANA'S POV

Christian and I are lying next to one another on the jet's bed, admiring one another. We just finished round three of the official wedding bed. He'll probably want more fairly soon. It's like he wants to devour me…and I love it.

I'm getting sort of sleepy, but I don't want to doze off. It's like I'm on vacation; I don't want to waste any time sleeping. Then again, even though I'll be Mrs. Grey for the rest of my life, I am on vacation. The thought makes me giggle.

Christian stops stroking my arm and peers at me. "Something amusing you, Mrs. Grey?"

I shake my head. "I'm just so happy. So, so, so very…" I sigh.

He sits up and taps my nose. "Whatever you're high on, I'd like some."

I bite his finger. "Marital bliss, true love, whatever you want to call it."

His gaze softens. "Me too. And to think we've only been married a couple of hours!"

I can't help but squeal and squirm with excitement, like a little girl at Disneyland. "I know! A whole three weeks. A whole lifetime!" I sit up and put my arms around his neck. "Will I ever be able to thank you enough?"

"I could ask you the same question," he answers. He kisses one corner of my mouth, then the other. He gives me a butterfly kiss on the lips, then another, then a long, lingering one that turns into a full blown make out session. I just can't get enough of him. I've heard so many people say the passion leaves the relationship after marriage, but I really can't imagine it with Christian.

He pushes me back down on the bed, still kissing, and massages my breast. With the other hand, he takes my leg and wraps it around his hip, so I can feel how hard he is. I moan into his mouth. He kisses down my neck and bites my earlobe. "I love you so much my beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, amazing, wonderful, smart mouthed, compassionate, witty, intelligent…" He keeps going until I can't help my cathartic laughter. He pulls back. "Something funny? Or are you getting tired of hearts and flowers?"

I shake my head. "You've been playing with the thesaurus again haven't you, Mr. Grey?"

He winks at me. "Guilty. Although, some would argue it's a man's duty to remind his wife every waking moment how amazing-wait, I already used that…wait…how spectacular she is." Spectacular? Wow…the humor has left his eyes. They hold nothing but love and wonder.

I wrap my other leg around him. "You make me so happy." I take his face in my hands. "I can't stop loving you more and more. It's like a chasm that can't be filled." Suddenly the truth of my words hit me and tears prick me eyes. I wipe them, trying not to smudge my bridal makeup. "Sorry."

"Hey, don't be. Why should you apologize for telling me…well, telling me how you feel."

"You're so good to me." I gently push him so he falls on his back, and I straddle him. Oh God, he's so hard. And I'm so wet. "I should be good to you." I run my hands through his hair and kiss him, long and hard. He groans and tries to grab me but I swat his hands away. I kiss his neck and chest, and between kisses I try to find words for him. "I love you my sexy, compassionate, domineering, caring, handsome, controlling, amazing, wonderful, fifty shades, spectacular…"

"Hey, you can't steal words," he admonishes, but he's laughing.

"Who says? We never made rules."

"Fair point well made, yet again, Mrs. Grey."

I get down to his waistline and sit up. I grab his cock in both hands and pump back and forth, slowly. He closes his eyes and leans his head back. "Oh God Ana, don't stop."

I lean down and kiss his tip. He grunts. When I take him in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, I hear a strange muffled sound. I look up to find him biting a pillow. I lick him once, twice, and suddenly he grabs my shoulders and flips me over. Before I can react he's plunging inside me, making us both groan with satisfaction.

"Yes, God yes Ana. Oh yeah baby, give it to me."

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Soon we're kissing and hugging each other so tight we're rolling around and I can't think about anything except his strong arms, insistent lips, and the amazing feeling of him inside me. Still kissing, he sits up and takes me with him, pulls away and growls, "C'mon Ana, give it to me baby." As always, his words are my undoing and I tilt my head back as I come. Moments later, he groans as he climaxes.

Breathing heavily, we fall back on the pillows, staring at each other. He pulls the blanket over us and strokes my cheek. My eyes are drooping but I don't want to fall asleep. "You need to sleep, baby," he says, reading my mind. He turns me so we're spooning and kisses my cheeks, neck, and hair. "Don't worry, I'll still be here when you wake up." Smiling, I fall into a blissful, contented rest.