Previously on Out Of Vegas: Ian kidnapped the kids (Maria and Emma), just to have them rightfully taken back from him.

Christian bought Ana a house.

Side notes: Kate is engaged to Elliot.
Christian disapproves of his mother's companions.

A couple of days after the kidnapping incident.

Part - 12

"Finishing Touches"

"I can't believe this." Said Ana as she stared out the window at the movers in the front yard.

"I can't get either, like damn! This place is a freaking mansion." Kate agreed as she poured coffee into her and Ana's mug. "It's gonna take forever to bring all the furniture in."

Ana turned towards Kate, resting her palms against the counter.

"This feels so unreal. One day my world seems to be caving in on all side and the next day it's perfect and then Christian buys this house and I feel like I don't deserve it."

"If I hear you wallow in your pity one more time, I will drink your coffee."

Ana scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious. I can't help it."

"Why? Is it because you're getting a restraining order against Ian? Or because Christian wants to press charges?"

"No, I can honestly say I'm over Ian and that whole situation. It's a scar that will always be there, but it's healed well."

Kate made a pouty face.

"Aw, I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks."

"How'd you do it? Because we definitely don't ever want you going down that hole again."

"After he kidnapped Emma and Maria, I lost it. I figured out that even though he's their father, he's not their dad. All this time I was trying to choose between Christian and Ian because I was scared of what was best for my kids, but now I know and I feel so stupid because it was so obvious all along."

"Well, it took you long enough," replied Kate.

Ana rolled her eyes.

"Of course you'd say that."

"So why are you feeling 'undeserving'?"

Ana took a long sip of her coffee before setting it on the counter.

"I haven't been the greatest to Christian. I hid so many things from him, including the twins, and I never wanted to make anything official. Having Ian in the picture wasn't a great mix either. And he's only been nice to me. And now this house is..."

"... Beautiful." Finished Kate. "Stop dreading on what you should have done and just be better from now on."

"Wow, that was actually good advice."

Kate shrugged.

"I try. So, have you thought of any baby names?" She asked as she winked at Ana's stomach.

"Gosh, no. Christian and I barely talked about this little one. Things have been pretty hectic to say the least." Ana frowned slightly. "Does that make us bad parents?"

"I guess when's your baby is old enough, you can ask them." Kate replied sarcastically.

"Alright," laughed Ana. "I get it."

"You know, If it's a girl you could name her Katherine."

"I'll make sure I never do that."

Kate held her heart in fake pain.

"Ouch. But on a serious note, are you excited? I mean... Honestly?"

"I really am. I can't wait to have another child."

Just then, the twins ran into the house from the back yard in grass and dirt stained dresses, yelling over each other.

"Emma threw dirt on me!" Maria announced.

"She started it!"

"It got in my eye, mommy!"

"She tried to make me eat it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

"I'm not lying!" Emma shrieked.

"Girls, stop it right now!" interjected Ana. "Go upstairs and clean yourselves up."

Maria and Emma mumbled "yes mom" and slowly trudged upstairs.

"Are you sure you can't wait?" Said Kate, grinning.

Ana rolled her eyes.

"Oh, stop it."

"You know, I was thinking about having a house-warming party here tonight. And by thinking of it, I told everybody we know to come here tonight for a house-warming."

"You what?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said, but what?"

"What? It'll be fun. Relax. I know all the fun hasn't been sucked out of you yet."

"Don't you think we need some time to ourselves after what happened? Does Christian even know about this?"

"Uhm, no and no. But Elliot is gonna tell him."

"Wha- Where are they anyway?"

"Getting themselves tuxedos for the wedding."

"Right," said Ana as if just remembering this. "Wow, you're really getting married."

Kate grinned.

"I am. And your kids are gonna be the best flower girls."

Ana laughed. "You're just buttering me up so I don't get mad about the house-warming thing."

Kate shrugged, pretending to be innocent.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"I feel like a stranger at my own party," Ana stated as she put her hair into a pony tail. She had been sweating from setting things up and getting the twins dressed, and as usual, forgot to do her hair. It was thick and messy, falling slightly over her shoulders and getting into things it shouldn't be - like the cheese platter.

Kate was hanging gold lights outside in the back yard with Elliot's help when she heard Ana's statement through the screen door that lead to the kitchen.

"You can stop helping get things ready and just enjoy yourself. It's still early, only a few people are here now. You can handle that," said Kate.

Ana rolled her eyes as she set down the plate of mini sandwiches on a table. Kate was right. Besides Carla, Elliot, Christian, and their new neighbors, only a few people had showed up so far and it was going to be a lot of people there before the night was over. It'll be good to socialize with the neighbors, Ana thought to herself as she inhaled deeply before walking over to them.

Within the next 30 minutes the living room, kitchen, and back yard was full of people and Ana had heard more congratulations and learned more casserole recipes than she ever thought possible.

Ella had finally walked through the door a few moments later, and Ana greeted her first, smiling genuinely for one of the first times that night.

"Hi, I'm so glad you came."

"Oh, darling, this is such a lovely place. You picked out the furniture?"

Ana shrugged modestly.

"Mostly."

Ella nodded.

"It's nice. Every home needs a feminine touch."

"Thank you. Do you need anything? Water, wine?"

"Wine... Something you'll be staying away from." Ella eyed Ana's stomach with a soft smile.

"Oh," laughed Ana. "Yeah."

"Seeing you is taking me down memory lane. Except I didn't have a thing when I was pregnant. Not even a damn parent to yell at me for getting knocked up so young," Ella chuckled to herself, remembering her 9 month adventure in a split second. "But you're glowing. I believe people call it the pregnancy glow these days."

"It's probably just sweat."

Ella smiled as Ana poured her a glass of wine.

"Oh, I know a glow when I see one. You have good friends, family... Christian."

"Did Christian have that? Friends, family... Why doesn't he talk about his father?" asked Ana. She'd been trying to sneak that question in since she'd meet Ella, and it sounded way more subtle in her head.

"He's dead."

Ana's mouth went dry and she desperately searched for spit to form again.

"I-I...uhm, you were talking about family and I.. I'm sorry."

Ella broke out into a slow smile.

"It's quite alright, dear. Remembered when I told you about my boss pushing me down the stairs?"

"When you were pregnant and lost your first child," whispered Ana.

Ella nodded.

"Well, 'boss' was just another word for pimp, and my pimp happened to be my boyfriend. When I got pregnant again I ran away from him in fear of him hurting me and that I'd lose another baby. Of course I had nothing, so in three weeks I went back to him." Ella scoffed, "I was weak back then."

Ana remained quiet as Ella continued.

"I didn't know what I was gonna say or how he would react, but I remember being so scared yet so in need of money and a home." She paused. "I found him hanging in the closet of a dusty hotel room, drugs everywhere and the room smelling like piss. Do you know how I felt, Ana?"

Ana slowly shook her head, hanging onto every sentence.

Ella carefully formed one word; "Relieved." She casually took another long sip of wine. "Are you still a teacher?"

Ana blinked, trying to process how calmly Ella managed to effortlessly switch the conversation as if they were talking about flowers and not her child's father's death.

"Uhm, I'm resigning. I wanna be a full-time mom for a while, then I'm gonna work again."

"Oh? Any ideas?"

Ana squirmed uncomfortably.

"Not really."

"You can work with The Grey's incorp. You'd be a great member of the team. Whenever you're ready, of course."

"Ella, that's so nice. I don't know what to say."

"Just tell me where the twins are and that'll be good enough."

Ana smiled.

"Upstairs watching TV."

Ella gently squeezed Ana's arm as she walked past her to go upstairs. Ana soon found herself bombarded by fake congratulations and unfamiliar faces that she didn't care to know. She wasn't about to listen to anymore casserole recipes by any more moms either. She glanced around the crowd, finding Kate chatting away to multiple people, being her normal friendly and charming self. Carla was in the back yard eating something that was barbecued as she told others about a story that she would probably get embarrassed by if sober. Elliot was drinking and talking to a few guys about something Ana couldn't nor wanted to hear. But she saw no sign of Christian so she decided to go in to the library in their house. It was still downstairs, but you had to walk down a hall and through a door to get to it. The library was calm, a full 360 from the laughter and chatter outside.

The collection of books was very impressive. Everything from Tolstoy to Jane Austen. There were also many children's books and scientific journals and plays and poetry.

Ana was excited to roam around the stacks of the vast, dark library, enjoying the peace and quiet and solitude. She ran her fingers along a shelf full of encyclopedias, biting her lip and closing her eyes to listen to the sound of her finger tips sliding against the was the perfect escape.

She heard footsteps.

Ana stilled, her body tensing, but she did not open her eyes, or turn around. She knew those footsteps. They were Christian's. His unhurried gait was unmistakable. And the intent in those foot falls sparked instant arousal in her. She could feel his eyes on her, and the grip of a deep, intense desire making her abdomen tighten as a result.

Christian had headed straight for the library once he'd scoped out the party with no sign of Ana. He knew this was where she would have gone off too.

He was hard as sin by the time he reached the large, darkened space. His eyes roved all over the room in search of her. He walked through the stacks, his erection intensifying and his breath growing shallow with every step, until finally he spotted her running her elegant fingers along a shelf of encyclopedias. He stood still for a moment, completely mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous body draped in that silky, flowing dress. Unable to wait any longer to be near her, Christian sauntered toward her in the dark, never taking his eyes off of her.

She froze, but didn't turn around. She knew he was there. She was waiting for him. He finally made it to the shelf where she stood and pressed himself into her without hesitation, exhaling through his nostrils.

Christian's breath made Ana's skin tingle. The weight of his body and his unyielding erection pressing into her backside made her wet.

He raised his arms and held onto the shelf, where her hand was still touching one of the books. Christian kissed her neck, his juicy lips leaving steamy little shots of electricity along her skin.

"Hey…" he whispered throaty into her ear, tantalizing her with the want in his voice alone. And gosh, his cock felt good against her ass.

"Christian," She answered softly, arching her back into him and gasping as he resumed kissing her neck.

He pushed his hips forward, grinding into her slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his length stiffening even further for the feel of her ass. Fuck, he needed to be inside her so bad it hurt. The alcohol he'd consumed made him bold, considering a room full of people (including family and friends) were just two rooms away, but it drove him forward and made him even more excited.

He turned her around and pressed her back into the shelf, bending his knees and sliding his hands along her silky-soft thighs under the dress to lift her from the floor. He wanted her legs around him, but he wasn't going to fuck her just yet. He had to get something straight first. For good. Forever.

"I meant it when I said I wanted to live the rest of my life with you."

Ana felt her sex melt through her panties when Christian turned her around, exposing her to the full intensity of the fire in his gray eyes. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, shuddering as he rolled his hips into her. She felt his cock pushing the fabric of his pants of its limits, seeking her exquisite heat, pressing hard against her inner thigh. He gripped her by the ass in one strong hand, his other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her steady against the shelf.

"Anastasia... Will you marry me? ... Again." He breathed, his deep voice sounding like honey in her ears and the faintest of smiles playing on his lips.

Ana melted again, starting to drip for him as he stared into her soul. She nodded her head slowly, blinking back tears. "Yes," she whispered back.

He leaned closer, kissing her full, sweet lips over and over, desperately. She tasted like sweet apple cider because she had stayed away from the wine. It only made him harder. "I need you..."

"You got me," Ana said sweetly, kissing him back as he started to grind himself into her, overwhelmed with need. They both were. There was some kind of spell on them in here, temporarily shrouded from prying eyes and urgent distractions. Christian looked so good tonight. She loved everything about him, his flaws included.

He kissed her fiercely, his tongue, thick and strong, diving into her mouth to claim hers. She wrapped her arms around him as suddenly he whipped her away from the shelf, carrying her blindly through the stacks, back out into the main space peppered with reading tables and chairs wrapped in red velvet. He stopped kissing her just long enough to watch where he was going. Ana stared at his handsome face, giggling slightly at the eagerness on it. Finally Christian spotted a nearby table and sat her down on it. He pulled a chair out and pushed it aside so he could settle in between her legs before claiming her mouth again possessively.

She ran her hands through his hair, her fingernails making him tingle from his scalp to his balls, and helped him pull off his jacket. All the while their tongues danced, and Christian continued to grind his hips into her center, so hard for her that he ached. He broke their kiss, tossing his jacket aside and bending to press his plump lips to her neck.

Ana let her head fall back, bracing herself on the table, as Christian tongued his way to the strap of her dress. He gently dragged his teeth along her skin, making her pussy pulse and quiver, until the strap fell off her shoulder. Then he tilted his head in the other direction and did the same to the other strap. "Mmm..…" she breathed, widening her legs and arching her back to rub herself along his bulging erection. It was begging for her, straining for escape.

Christian grunted and bucked into her hard, making her gasp, before lifting his head to concentrate on freeing her lovely breasts from the top of the dress. He used his fingers to push the fabric aside, exposing her perky nipples. He lowered his head again to lick one of her nipples into his mouth.

Ana buckled and squirmed in his firm grip as Christian's scorching, silky-wet tongue rolled her nipple around in his steamy mouth over and over again with such finesse that it made her swoon. Then he proceeded to take turns sucking on her breasts slowly, his plump lips feather-soft, his hot tongue dancing with each nipple indulgently. He took his time, his grip around her waist never loosening, making Ana a sopping wet mess. Her pussy throbbed and her breath went shallow. She clawed at his back and the thick hair at the nape of his neck, her entire body fine-tuned to the exquisite torture of his mouth.

Until with one last, agonizing pull of her nipple between his lips, he let her go with a quiet 'pop'.

His eyes rose to hers, and they were like the smoke rising from the fire.

Christian stood upright, pressing himself into her again, his lips resting against hers. He kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue now. Then he paused, staring at her as though he was just discovering her again.

"Take off your panties." He grunted roughly against her mouth. He didn't have to say anything else.

He held her under his gaze until she nodded slowly, then he let her go and stepped back, watching.

Ana slipped off the table and reached under her dress, her eyes never leaving his. Christian rolled up his sleeves, feeling his dick jump at the sight of her soaked panties sliding down her legs at his behest. She let them fall and kicked them off as Christian grabbed the chair he'd shoved aside to pull up to the table. Ana got on top again, her skin burning up and her pussy practically buzzing with anticipation.

Christian sat down before her, kissing her neck, breasts, and still clothed stomach as he went. He lifted her dress up, taking hold of her thighs to pull her forward, causing her to lean back and spread her legs for him.

He paused to take in the enticing sight of her sex, glistening with her need for him, her lips so smooth and slick, her clit a shiny pink pearl peeking out at him, throbbing for him. He licked his own lips and leaned forward, breathing on her reverently as he made contact.

"Oh, gosh…!" Ana groaned, arching her back and grabbing at his hair when she felt his steaming hot tongue rake her from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. He lingered there to play with it, making quick, hard circles that drove her crazy inside. He sucked, and she whimpered, and he gripped her thighs harder as her fingers wound themselves through his thick hair.

Christian found her so juicy and tender. He feasted on her without mercy, pulling her ever closer to his face, licking her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He went on and on, relentlessly stimulating her clit and driving his hot tongue into her center until she couldn't take any more.

Ana repeated his name, hissing out of her mind with pleasure.

His name sounded like a prayer floating down to him. Christian smiled against her clit and growled, licking and sucking at her full force, until she came tumbling to pieces against his face. He kept on like a mad dog, causing fierce spasms to rip through her body. She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming, she was coming so hard with Christian's mouth and tongue sliding around her clit in a whirlwind, until finally, he gave it one last, lingering suck that made her shudder.

He slowed down to a snail's pace, but did not stop circling his lips around her clit, his eyes closed as though he was in a trance.

When Ana finally came down from her orgasm, she gently rubbed her thigh against his pleasantly scratchy chin to get his attention. Their gazes met, her light blue eyes hooded by her lashes and his dark gray ones bloomed with insatiable lust. Christian slowly stood upright and kissed her hard. She tasted herself on him; she was all over his face. It only made her kiss him more intensely, because now she needed to feel him inside her - desperately.

"Sit," she whispered when they came up for breath. He arched an eyebrow at her, but did as she asked, his hands sliding reluctantly down her thighs. She was dripping and he was so hard that she could see his bulge through his black jeans as clear as day in the dim light.

Finally, Christian sat down, gazing up at her, his lust-filled eyes shining. Ana slowly closed her legs, closing off his view of the results of his efforts. He very nearly pouted, but he became preoccupied by her petite, yet nimble body rising from the table and advancing on him.

Christian was so handsome, sitting there, hard as steel, jaw clenched, slight stubble glistening with the aftermath of her come, watching her. Ana lifted her dress and straddled him, shivering at the feel of his strong thighs underneath her slick, heated ones. She wiped his face for him indulgently, all the while rolling her hips against him, rubbing her sex along his bulge, teasing him. He sighed long and hard, leaning forward impatiently, grabbing her ass, and kissed her again possessively.

Ana scrambled to undo his belt as their tongues danced, and he smiled against her mouth, ready for her. Finally, she freed him, and he groaned, grinding himself into her smooth, cool hand. He was drenched in pre-come, and she wasted no time stroking him from his head to his partly exposed balls, lubricating him. Her hand felt so good on him that he had to crush his eyes shut and lean back in the chair. Ana stroked him faster than she stopped, lifted herself, and began to take him inside her.

He felt so good...his hard length twitched and pulsed as she lowered herself onto him slowly. For Christian, it was almost torture, of the finest kind of course. He was so hard and thick, and she was so tight, she had to take her time in this position, and he was not complaining. They both exhaled with simultaneous ecstasy as she finally took all of him inside, leaning forward to swallow his throaty moan with a fierce kiss. Ana began to ride him, periodically rocking into him with the force of her kisses.

He was thick, hot, and solid as a steel rod ramming into her, hitting her deep inside with each stroke. He was losing himself in the feel of her tight walls pulling and tugging at him, her slick thighs slapping into him, her soft breasts brushing against his lips. The flesh of her glorious rump bounced and vibrated in his hands and on his dick, making each thrust of himself inside her feel ten times as intense.

"Damn, Ana..." he rasped, clutching at her, enraptured. She fucked him with relentless fervor, enveloping him like a slippery glove, bouncing against him, the sway of her hips putting a spell on him. He was gonna come soon, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. Christian lifted his head and lapped at her breasts, sucking one into his mouth as he plunged himself into her over and over. Each thrust rendered him powerless to stop his looming release, and soon he had to let go of her breast to gaze up into her face.

He needed to come inside her. She felt so good, and she was so beautiful, and she was all his - alone in the huge, dimly lit library, surrounded by stacks of old love stories, literature, more. Ana understood exactly what he needed, gazing into his eyes.

Christian gripped her hard, his fingers digging into her skin, thrusting full throttle, making the chair creak in the relative quiet.

"I love you." He rasped suddenly, staring at her like she was the sun. "Fuck, I love you, I love you, I love you..." He couldn't stop. He was gonna come and the words alone were a reverent mantra, egging on his release, clouding his mind, filling his entire body. His abdomen tensed. He was almost there.

"I love you, too Christian," she moaned, on the verge of coming again herself, kissing his face. He let go of her ass (which was still bouncing on his shaft almost maniacal) with one hand to reach down and massage her clit so they might come together. She loved how well he knew her body, how close and in sync they had become since they started this. It drove Ana over the edge, and she began to quake around him.

That was all he needed. Finally, Christian came. Hard.

He buckled over with her, burying his face in her neck as his seed gushed out of him in intense swells. The waves were so intense that they forced him to thrust into her a few more times as he rode them out.

Ana felt him filling her, clinging to him passionately, reveling in the feel of his strong grip on her flesh.

They rode each other down slowly, folded up in each other like magnets. When he lifted his head to gaze at her again, his body finally relaxed, his expression hazy but sated, he couldn't help but smile.

Ana smiled back. "You think they're missing us yet?"

"I don't care" he responded coolly, toeing the line of drunkenness, taking another kiss and causing Ana to giggle. "I'm so lucky you're my wife," Christian mumbled into Ana's hair as he kissed the top of her head.

The house-warming party started to thin out as it got late and soon every guest was gone besides Kate, Elliot, and Ella.

"Aren't you happy we did this now?" Kate asked Ana.

"Yeah, it was fun."

"I mean, I couldn't find you for an hour, but I'm sure you were still having fun..."

Ana blushed.

"I'm gonna make sure the kids are sleeping."

"Smooth subject change," Kate said as a tipsy Elliot appeared by her side, resting his arm over her shoulder. "Wow, did you save any drinks for anybody else?" She added sarcastically.

Elliot gave a shrug and a mumble in reply.

"Do you two need a ride?" Ella asked.

"No, I'm driving," said Kate. "I only had one glass of wine because I'm a responsible adult." She side eyed Elliot, who was now leaning against her.

"I'm not that drunk," he said as Kate took the keys out of his jacket pocket.

"Sure you aren't," replied Kate sarcastically. "Bye Miss Grey. Bye Christian. Tell Ana goodnight for us."

"Will do." replied Ella as Christian let them out of the house.

"I should be getting home too," she announced.

"Straight home?" Christian strained.

Ella rolled her eyes at the audacity she raised her son to have.

"I can't live in the past forever, you know."

Christian ignored that statement.

"I'll drive you home."

Ella shook her head.

"I'm fine. You don't need to babysit me."

"Is asshole #87 coming to pick you up?" Said Christian.

Ella raised her eyebrows.

"You wouldn't be happy with any man I date, would you?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked dryly.

Ella gave an unimpressed look.

Christian sighed exgaggeratedly.

"Okay. And?"

"And I'd like to know exactly why you don't like anybody I do."

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Asked Christian bitterly as he glanced towards the steps. He silently hoped Ana would be coming back down the stairs.

"Because it should have been addressed sooner."

Christian frowned.

"You have shitty taste in men and I don't want you're heart to get broken. I... I can't watch you get hurt again, like I did so many times before."

This was the most they ever talked about his Ella's relationships and she could tell it was hard for him to do this, as they were both closed off people and he never had a steady father figure in his life.

"Well, I can't change my taste in men, but you don't have to worry about that for a while, because I have 2 grandchildren and 1 on the way. I think I'm gonna be busy."

"...So, you actually don't need me to drive you home?"

Ella chortled.

"No, I came here by myself."

Christian shook his head as he smirked.

"Good to know."

Ana came back trotting down the steps, little did they know she had been listening.

"Hey," she said gently, treading the waters.

Ella turned to her first with a small smile.

"Kate just went home and I think I'm gonna do the same. Have a nice night dear."

Ana hugged Ella goodnight then she and Christian watched her leave.

After cleaning up some of the mess from the party in the kitchen, Ana thought to bring up something.

"You and your mom were... Bonding?"

Christian frowned.

"You heard that?"

"I heard enough."

He shrugged.

"I guess I'm possessive at times."

"Yeah," Ana agreed.

"My mom and I been through a lot though. Her struggles made me never want kids. That's why I freaked out when I found out you had two."

Ana gulped hard and instinctively placed her hand over her stomach. He's politely telling me he doesn't want the baby, was the only thing she could think of and hot tears threaten behind her eyes.

Christian noticed the change in her demeanor and quickly rushed to her side.

"Oh gosh no. Anastasia, look at me," he tilted her chin up. "I want you," he kissed her. "And this one," he put his hand on top of her hand that covered her belly. "And those two," he looked upstairs, referring to Maria and Emma. "And any other ones in the future."

Ana was smiling at this point, but she let the tears fall anyway, giggling as she wiped them away.

Christian kissed her forehead as they interlocked fingers, standing blissfully in the middle if their kitchen, completely content with what was to come.

"We have a few long months ahead of us," Ana teased, making Christian chuckle.

The End

Finally! I have other stories in the works and others to update, so watch out for those! Goodbye for now lovelies.