Still waiting for baby Hannah to arrive... so while I am home alone and really bored, I've decided to write a one-shot I have wanted to write for a long time now. Some of you might know what this one-shot is about... for the rest of you... well, what can I say, I've felt a little naughty today ;-)

Back-story: Kate never had the flu and therefore went to interview Christian herself. Ana and Christian never met at the graduation, because he had to fly to Taiwan. This takes places after Ana went to Georgia to visit her mom.

The Mile High Club (One Shot)

Ana

"Mom, you didn't have to buy me a first class ticket." I say when I get out of the car at the airport.

"Darling, please. Bob had a really good year with his company and that means I can spoil my only child as much as I want to. Did you enjoy your time here?"

"You know I did, Mom. I wish I could see you more often."

"Me too, sweetheart, me too." She sighs and we both shed some tears, before we have to say goodbye.

In the plane, I am alone in the first class and smile as I sink into my more than comfortable seat. It was so good to see my mother again. I miss her, but she is happy with Bob and his company is in Georgia, so that's where they have to live.

I on the other hand have my job back in Seattle waiting for me. Grey Publishing, formerly known as SIP. At first, I got the interview for the position as assistant of Jack Hyde, but three days ago, I got a call from SIP that they had sold the publishing house to Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. and that Jack Hyde was no longer working for what is now Grey Publishing.

In my mind, I already heard her telling me that because of that they had no open position. However, Miss Morgan asked me if I was interested to work as assistant of Courtney Wilcox, another editor at GP. For a second I was so shocked, I couldn't even speak, but then I jumped at the opportunity, so starting next Monday I am officially starting my new job.

I just hope that Kate won't freak, because she is still upset about the interview she conducted for the student newspaper with one Christian Grey, now owner of Grey Publishing. She had worked months to get the interview and was devastated with the outcome of it. Evidentially, she asked him a lot of inappropriate questions and he didn't take it too well. When she asked him if he is gay, he kicked her out and proceeded to call her father and told him that his daughter owed him an apology or else he would make sure that every time Kavanagh Media would write so much as his name he would sue them.

Alec Kavanagh was livid and told Kate in no uncertain ways that she was to apologize to Mr. Grey or else. He didn't need to say more and a day later Kate did the walk of shame and apologized, only for Mr. Grey to tell her that she would never go far as a journalist and that he had withdrawn his permission to print the interview in the student newspaper. Kate was and still is livid about it, so she actually did a little happy dance when Grey couldn't make it to our graduation.

I have to say, I was a little curious to see this guy just once, but not curious enough to google him. I guess that is something I have to do now, because he owns the company I am working for, so I should at least know what the guy looks like.

Checking my phone one last time before I have to switch it off, I see another message José has send me and delete it. José was a dear friend of mine, I actually considered him the brother I never had and I am not ready to forgive him for what happened after our finals.

Kate, José and I went to a bar to celebrate and I got really drunk for the first time in my life. José took me outside for some fresh air and tried to kiss me. When I got sick, he just left me outside in the parking lot, violently sick and nearly passed out drunk. He didn't even go to get Kate, but instead just left. By the time Kate went looking for me, someone else had found me outside. I had passed out after all the vomiting and when I woke up, I was in the hospital.

I just can't believe that José left me like that and since then he is trying to apologize, but I am just not ready to even look at him right now. If the roles had been reversed I would have never left him there, but I guess our friendship meant more to me than it did to him.

Deciding not to think about José anymore I dig through my backpack until I find my copy of Tess of the D'Urbervilles and just when I'm trying to find one of my favorite scenes I look up and see a man walking into the first class.

Holy Moses! I have never seen a guy as good looking as him. He is tall and very well built. They kind of guy who isn't too bulky or lean, but just the perfect combination of both. His hair is unruly in the sexiest way I have ever seen and his face is so beautiful, I don't even know how to describe it, but all is topped by his eyes. I have never seen eyes like his, they are breathtaking.

While my gaze roams over his body, I hear him clear his throat and my eyes shoot back up to his face. Crap, caught checking him out.

I feel my face heat up and he gives me an amused smirk, before he takes his seat.

I decide to ignore him and keep what little dignity I have left. Therefore, I buckle up and start to read, but soon we are taking off and I drop the book in my lap, grab the armrests and keep my eyes screwed shut.

"Not a fan of take offs?" I hear a deep sexy voice and shake my head.

"You?"

"Traveling by plane is one of the safest modes of transportation, Miss...?"

"Steele, Anastasia Steele." I mutter and silently pray to survive this take off.

"Anastasia, that's a beautiful name."

"Thank you." I manage to reply and soon we are in the air. I glance at the man who is sitting just a few feet away from me, but he is already working on his laptop, so I continue to read. Still every once in a while, I can't help but look at the stranger who is still working on his laptop.

Shit, what is wrong with me? Never in my life have I ever behaved like this. Kate and my Mom would be delighted. Anastasia Rose Steele finally shows some interest in a man. Still, I am not stupid. A guy as hot as this guy probably has women lining up just to get a chance to look at him, so I know he won't be interested in plain old me.

We are only a little over 45 minutes away from Seattle when the pilot announces that there will be some turbulences and that we all need to get back to our seats and buckle up.

About five minutes later, I am sure that the plane is going to crash. It's like some invisible power is shaking the plane like a child's rattle. I'm not a religious person, but now I rattle down every prayer that I have learned in Sunday school and when I can't remember anything else I start to mutter "Oh my God" over and over again.

Suddenly, I feel someone sitting down in the seat next to mine and a warm hand grabs mine.

"Hey, it's fine, it's just a little storm front." I hear the amused voice of the beautiful stranger.

"Little storm front?" I squeak, my voice too high pitched for my own ears and he laughs.

"It's going to be alright, just hold my hand, Anastasia. I promise you will be fine." He says more gently and I look at him. Wow, he really is the epitome of male beauty.

"You know, Miss Steele, the way you are blushing is really sexy." He says and I bite my lip.

"Oh fuck." He groans looks around and for a second he looks hesitant, but then without any warning, his lips are on mine and his tongue is teasing me to gain access to my mouth. I gasp and his tongue slips into my mouth coaxing mine to answer his kiss and losing the last tiny bit of common sense I do it, my hands glide into his hair and I moan into his mouth feeling the silky soft strands of his hair gliding through my fingers.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel that the turbulences are slowly getting less, but I can't think of them or anything really, it's just this kiss and the hands of the stranger who miraculously have found their way under my shirt.

I feel this tingling sensation on every inch of skin he touches and suddenly he stops the kiss and takes my shirt off so quickly, I don't even have the time to protest.

All of this feels so surreal. Me alone in the first class with unbelievable handsome stranger and now we are making out. It must be a dream, but when his lips connect with my breast, I don't care anymore. For nearly twenty-two years, I have never felt like this, dream or not, I want to know where this is headed.

"You know I have never done anything like this before, must be you." He smirks at me and yanks my bra cups down.

"Me neither." I whisper all breathy and his thumb brushes over my nipple.

"Looks like we are going to join the mile high club together then." He says before his lips find their way to my nipple.

Wait... mile high club... isn't that... should I tell him to stop? NOOOO! My inner voice screams at me. Well, I guess there are worse ways to lose your virginity...

I focus on the beautiful stranger again, who is now kneeling between my legs, pushing my skirt up my thighs.

Oh my God, I'm really going to do it, now ... on a plane ... but right now, I don't care if the plane crashes, if someone walks in on us, I just don't want him to stop.

Deep down, I know I need to tell him that I am a virgin, but I'm scared he might stop and I don't what him to stop, I want it to happen now.

When my skirt is all the way up to my hips he reaches for my panties and without any hesitation I lift my hips so he take them off. Once he has taken them off, he adjusts my seat so that I am almost lying in my seat and without any warning he grabs my legs and pulls until my legs are dangling over his shoulders.

"So wet, mmmhhh, I really like that, let's see how you taste sweetheart." No sooner than those words have left his mouth his lips and tongue are on my sex and gasp when his tongue parts my slick folds.

Oh sweet Jesus, I want to stay in this moment forever.

"Ahh... oh my god...ahh..." I moan and he stops... no don't stop.

"You have to be quiet, sweetheart or everyone on this plane will know what we are doing."

"Sorry, please don't stop."

"Oh believe me, Anastasia, I am just getting started." He chuckles and continues his sweet assault.

I must not moan, I must not moan! I really try, but this is just too good to be silent. His tongue massaging my clit makes me feel things I never thought were possible. It's like heat is pulsating through every fiber of my being and it all centers in this one tiny spot.

Somewhere in my foggy mind, I hear a zipper being opened and I feel him kiss his way up my belly. For a second my feet touch the floor, but he guides my legs around his hips and then I feel the head of his erection seeking entry to my body.

"Ready to join the mile high club, baby?" He asks and my gaze is focused on his beautiful eyes.

"Yes... please." I moan and he slams into me. Pain, white-hot pain, lances through my body and I keep my eyes screwed shut... fuck, I never thought it would hurt that much...

When I open my eyes to look at him, he seems to be frozen in shock. Staring at me in utter disbelieve.

"You're... a virgin?" He stutters and I nod. For a second I'm convinced that he is going to stop or even that he is going to yell at me, but I want him to continue. Feeling him inside me, stretching me and filling me, it's unlike anything I have ever felt before. So, I slowly move beneath him, but he grabs my hips and stops me.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks and I shake my head no.

"Good, because now I am going to show you what the mile high club really is all about, Miss Steele." He says with a wicked gleam in his eyes and withdraws to the tip only slam back into me.

"Okay?" He asks and I moan in response.

"More please." I beg and he gives me a big boyish grin.

"Oh, I fully intend to give you more of that, baby."

And with that, he starts to move, thrusting into me deep and hard over and over, until he has to kiss me again to muffle my moans, because I can no longer be silent. It's just too much, the heat that seems to spread out from deep down in my belly. This tingling sensation all over my body and just when I am starting to think that I won't survive this it like an explosion deep inside me. My hips buck out of the seat and my sex clenches around him, while my fingers dig into his biceps until I sack back into my seat, holding him close to me.

"Holy fuck, sweetheart. I'm glad I'm your first. With a little more experience you are going to kill every guy who is lucky enough to have you." He says and I know I'm grinning like a lunatic.

But all too soon reality hits me. This is it; he already talked about me being with someone else. Once this plane has landed in Seattle, I am not going to see him again. Suddenly, I want to cry. This is not me... what possessed me to have a sex with someone I don't know at all?

"Hey, no regrets, okay? Come, let's get you dressed again, sweetheart. I wouldn't want anyone else to see you like this." He says and I wince when he pulls out of me.

Five minutes later we are both dressed again and sit back in our seats. Though, he didn't have much getting dressed to do, as he never got undressed to begin with.

While the plane lands he is holding my hand again and I try my best not to cry. It's not that I am ashamed of what happened. It's because I know I won't see him again. If he wanted to see me again, he would have asked for my number by now, but he hasn't.

Once the plane has landed, we both get up and he heads towards the exit when I remember something.

"Wait." I call out and he turns to look at me.

"I don't even know your name." I whisper and he looks at me for a moment without saying anything.

"Grey... Elliot Grey." And with that, he turns around and leaves the plane. When I leave the plane he is nowhere to be seen, but something about the way he just looked at me tells me that this wasn't the last time that I have seen my beautiful stranger... Elliot Grey...

So, this is it. I have to admit, while writing this I had some ideas to continue this story... maybe I will... let me know what you think...

Oh and one last thing, for those of you who haven't already seen it, I really recommend the movie Flying Home (EU name) / Racing Hearts (US name). Jamie Dornan plays a businessman from New York who has to go to Belgium for work, while there he meets a girl named Isabelle... not going to say more, but if you get the chance, watch it, you won't regret it :-)