After Glow

Chapter 1:

-Ana-

I was just a child when my mom married Ray. I was young, too young to remember the fine details of the day, but now and then I remember Ray in his suit, and mom in her white dress; smiling, dancing, and sipping champagne. I remember Ray holding me in his arms, gliding me across the dance floor, dipping me. He told me he loved my mom and I. He said that he would take care of us, and that we would be happy. Ray made good on his promise, and even though the marriage didn't last, he was always there for us, and always would be.

By marriage number four, the novelty of weddings ceremonies wore off. They seemed to get smaller in size. Mom sent out half as many invites for her wedding to Stephen, and only a quarter of the guest who RSVP'ed showed up. When she married Bob, she didn't even bother with it. They had a quiet ceremony at City Hall, and the three of us had dinner at her favourite Italian restaurant. It was nice, indicative of the quiet and simple love they share for each other.

When it came to my wedding, I'd of loved nothing more than a quiet ceremony, Kate by my side, Elliot by Christian's. We'd take our vows in front of an audience of six: Mom and Ray, Grace and Carrick, Ethan and Mia. What else could we possibly need? I couldn't care less about venues, and dresses and food. I just wanted to hold the hand of the man I love, and promise to love, and respect and cherish him always. I wanted to be married. I wanted to skip the wedding frenzy and start the honeymoon. But nothing about our relationship was quiet or simple. Our love was loud and complicated from day one. And when you're about to marry Seattle's most eligible bachelor, billionaire Christian Grey, you had better believe your wedding would be regal.

My dress was a Sarah Burton design. The bodice was tight and pushed my cleavage up and out. The lace of the long-sleeves came up my arms and continued over the soft white satin of the gown. It had a simple narrow skirt that began at my natural waist and fell to my heels, followed by a short train. At least my dress was simple. It was the only thing I had complete control of. The rest was Grace and Kate and Mia, chiming in like little birds in my ear, until I gave them what they wanted. I wore my hair down, in soft, loose ringlets. A crown of silver beaded flowers held my blusher vale in place. My make-up was natural; pink cheeks, nude lips, and soft peach eye-shadow to compliment the blue of my eyes. In all, the look was a simple kind of elegance, an emblem of who I was and who I remained to be, despite the lavish lifestyle I was about to inherit.

It was an afternoon ceremony, held in Carrick and Grace's back yard. I walked down the aisle, knees shaking as at least three hundred guests looked on, I thought of nothing but Christian. He was standing there looking hotter than ever in a black three-piece, and bow-tie. I'd never seen him in a bow-tie; I smiled instinctively as my mind began to think of other uses for it. When I reached the end of the aisle, Christian took my hand and helped me up three steps to the platform. And as we stood there, face-to-face, our eyes met, imploring one another in a desperate search for meaning. I could tell he was worried about me. All eyes were on me, and he knew how much I hated to be in the limelight. I smiled and my eyes softened. I didn't care about this; I didn't care who was watching. I would go to a hundred galas for him. I would perform on Broadway. Hell, I'd compete in the Hunger Games, and win, if my prize was Christian. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, he was worth it.

The ceremony was beautiful. We married in the afternoon sun, and danced in the twilight. It was a haze of food, and music and guests in my ear, kissing me, congratulating me, dancing with me. The night flew by; I had barely noticed how tired my feet were, or how sore my cheeks were from smiling so hard. By the time it ended, I had a bit of a champagne buzz worsened by fatigue and an empty stomach. I said goodbye to my friends and family, and before I knew it, we were in a black limo headed straight to Sea-Tac.

"Christian?" I said after a long silence. He was sitting motionless with his head back in his seat, staring at the stars from the open sunroof.

"Christian?" I said again, calling him back from his place of ether. He turned to me, dazed and confused, and I giggled.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He sighed deeply and reached to undo his seatbelt. Then he reached for mine and just as soon, I was free. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.

Without a word, he held me. It was such a familiar position, Christian cradling me in his lap, one hand around my waist, holding me against his chest, protecting me, as the other hand trailed up and down the length of my spine. I kissed his forehead then buried my face in his neck. His bow-tie grazed my cheek, and I noticed it for the second time tonight, but this time with less zeal. It was tight, and his neck and shoulders were stiff beneath the layers. That's when I realized how done-up we were. Neck-ties, and bodice s and garter belts. So many items restricting our movement, so many layers between skin. I pulled away shaking my head.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Too much clothes." It came out like a desperate whine and Christian laughed. I unfastened his tie, pulling it off completely and discarding it somewhere on the floor, making a mental note to retrieve it later. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first, and then the second, before Christian stopped me.

"Ana" he said sternly. It was a familiar tone, like a desperate warning. He didn't like where this was going, but he didn't mean to stop me. He grabbed my hands and steadied them in my lap.

"Believe me, I want you just as much as you want me, but am I to have you here, in the back of a limo? It's our wedding night Ana."

"Well aren't you the romantic." I said sulking. It was a far cry from the man I met a few months ago, a man I was sure would have me in the back of his limo, or in his office, or the sex cave he called 'the playroom'. I thought he was all chains and whips and non-disclosure agreements, boy was I wrong. That was just one of his fifty shades.

Evidently Christian noticed the impatience in my eyes. He tipped my chin so I could face him and beamed before closing in for a kiss. It was deep, and passionate, and made my breath hitch in my throat. His tongue in my mouth, pushing against mine, tasting me. I thought I might come apart but his arms around me tightened, sensing my need for him.

Sometimes he made me feel so desperate. Like the shattered world was falling around me, and I clung to him in a moment of need. He kept me in one piece, and with the sheer force of his arms he put the world back together and made everything right.

His kiss and my sudden awareness of my need for him, created a fiery pool in my middle. I was wet for him. Wet for the thought of him. Wet from his arms around me, from his lips upon mine, the taste of vodka lingering in his breath, the smell of his sweat and the ashen rose scent of his cologne.

Right now, the only thing greater than my need for Christian was my need for air; I broke the kiss with a gasp and moan that made clear my desire for him. If he thought that kiss would hold me over until we made it to our destination, he was seriously mistaken. As much as I appreciated the sentiment of a traditional wedding night, he had to know there was nothing traditional about our relationship, and I liked it that way.

I shuffled my weight around, hiking my skirt so I could straddle him. Boy, was I glad to have went with a narrow skirt, and not the ball gown Kate and Mia suggested. That would have made this all the more difficult. I fought against Christian who struggled beneath me, pushing my hips back, and away from the rising bulge in his pants. It was a silent struggle, save for the moans and whimpers escaping our lips. Finally after a full minute, Christian relaxed. I fell down hard on him, and he moaned loudly as the lace of my underwear met his crotch.

"Ana I..."

"Shhh, Christian." I wasn't going to give him another opportunity to deny me of what I truly wanted in this moment.

"All day and all night, I thought of you, waiting to feel you inside of me. I can't wait any more Christian please don't make me." My voice was so small, I was literally begging for him. If he hadn't of just married me, I might have been embarrassed, but now I wasn't afraid to let him know how much I needed him.

He kissed my forehead. I thought he was going to tell me to slow down, to wait. I was about to break when I felt cold fingers push past my panties and plunge inside me. Up and down, he rubbed only stopping to pinch my clitoris lightly before exploring deeper into me.

"God, you're wet." He laughed.

"I told you!" I said. Taking that as the green light, I smiled and hopped off him, kneeling on the limo floor. The two fingers that were just inside of me, were now in Christian's mouth, he licked them slowly then pulled out. I bit my lip teasingly, enticing a moan from him. My turn.

I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled back his boxer-briefs, just enough for his glorious cock to pop out. It was already turning red from the blood that pooled there, standing hard and ready for release. I took it in my left hand, letting the cold silver of my wedding ring blend with the heat of my hand as I began to rhythmically pump up and down. My mouth joined in, taking him in, inch by inch until I could feel his tip at the back of my throat. My lips closed around him, and my head bobbed, up and down, in and out. His hands were in my hair, then on my back, on my arms. He was frantically grabbing at me, searching for something to hold on to, as his eyes clouded with want. Breathing between clenched teeth, his moans grew gradually louder, warning me of his eventual release.

It wasn't long before he came hard and fast into my mouth. I felt him on my tongue, the walls of my cheeks, my teeth and sliding slowly down my throat. I swallowed once, then again, and one last time as he emptied himself into me. I could do this all day.

I let go of his still erect penis, giving him a moment to come back to me. His breath was light and shallow. He looked at me with exhausted and equally exhilarated eyes.

"Your move, Grey."

He smiled a wicked smile, and shrugged out of his suit jacket before grabbed me by both arms until I was straddling him again. We were still fully dressed, but neither of us cared. My dress was too complicated and required too much effort to be removed. Christian found my legs beneath the layers of the skirt and followed them up, pushing up my dress as he did. He found my garter belt and let out a low growl, snapping it against the top of my thigh.

"Shit Ana" he breathed. I knew he couldn't resist thigh-highs, they were his weakness, I thought he might come again, just by looking at them. He pulled my hips closer, so my knees, bent on each side of him, were pressed up against the back of the seat. I braced myself up and with two fingers Christian pushed aside my panties so the flesh beneath them was exposed. He stuck one finger inside me, no doubt to make sure I was still ready. Of course I was. For him, I was always ready.

I pulled his hand away and took his cock in my hand, gently guiding it to my opening. Once he was inside of me I lowered myself down on him until he was filling me completely.

"Oh god, Christian" I whispered. My hands were in his hair, and around his neck. I rocked my hips, to keep up with the pace he had set. His hands were at my waist pulling me down harder and faster. Shit, I was going to come already.

"Christian" I breathed his name again. It was all I could do in my time of need. He was everywhere, he was all over me. His teeth at my neck, sucking and biting and licking me. His thumb at my clit dragging my wetness up and tracing small hard circles on my sensitive spot. His other arm moved beneath my dress, snaking around me till he found my ass, squeezing and spanking it. And that was it, that was all I needed to come undone.

"God Christian! Yes!" I came hard, exploding around him. My body pulsating in his arms as the heat of the liquid rushed through my sex making me feel like I was on fire. I was overwhelmed by his movements and the way he made me feel, I had barely noticed him quietly finding his own release. He was grunting, low and guttural through clenched teeth and I could feel him squirting into me. Hot and sticky, his juices blended with mine, adding to the hot sensation coursing through my body.

I was still shaking from the intensity of the moment. It didn't take long for this man and his perfectly erect cock to put me at ease. I know Christian was my only sexual partner, but he was so skilled, he knows, he just knows what I need, and he gives it to me every time.

"Ana" He said after a moment. "I tried. I really tried to keep it classy. It took everything I had not to tear you out of this dress with my bare hands and fuck you senselessly on the floor."

"That was an option?" I suddenly felt cheated.

"I just...I didn't want our first time as husband and wife to be so...unromantic."

"Unromantic!" I yelled, not realizing we were still face to face. "Christian I just begged you to take me and you did. You know everything about my body; you know how to please me. You touch me, and I'm gone. I don't need flower petals and candles and champagne, you know I don't. I just need to feel your hands on me, you inside of me, holding me. That's all I need." Tears rimmed my eyes and I began to cry. It was the buzz of the alcohol and the rush of emotions from earlier heightened by the oxytocin.

Christian wiped my tears and whispered into my hair.

"No baby, don't cry." He kissed my temple.

"Sorry, happy tears. I promise to keep it together. " The car was slowing down; we finally made it to Sea-Tac.

"So, should I have someone remove the flower petals, and candles and champagne from our room then?" He asked.

"Don't you dare, Grey!" I laughed and kissed him hard. Then, I climbed off him, to pull down my skirt and tousle my just-fucked hair. Christian put his little friend away, and fastened the buttons of his suit.

He helped me out of the car and into the early morning air. Charlie Tango, was being serviced and checked one final time. Taylor was removing our suitcases from the trunk. I counted six in total. I still had no idea where we were going; Christian meant to keep it a surprise until we landed. But I had a few ideas on how I could get it out of him before then.

"I wish you'd tell me where we were going." I said, wide-eyed and innocent.

"I wish you wouldn't bite your lip, Mrs. Grey. You know what that does to me."

"What does it do to you, Mr. Grey? I'm sorry, I don't recall." My inner goddess laughed. Good one.

"Come, let me show you." He said, taking my hand and leading me towards the plane.

My plan was working already.

A/N: With this story, I hope to chronicle the Grey's honeymoon, mostly through travel and sex and fun. Please review, and let me know what you think so far. I'm also opened to requests, so if there is anything you want to see let me know!