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Friday, April 20, 2012

Chapter II ← Fan Fiction: 50 Shades of Grey - CHRISTIAN AND ANASTASIA - Chapter II


CHRISTIAN AND ANA

THE SECOND MEETING

CHAPTER II
I find myself like an idiot teenage boy in front of the Clayton’s Hardware Store. She’s working today. I take a deep breath and locate her within thirty seconds. She’s at a register looking at a computer screen engrossed in her task while eating a bagel. Sometimes she’s removing the crumb from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, sometimes with her index finger. All of a sudden I have the urge to go and suck that piece of bagel from her lip. She looks just as lovely as I remember her, in fact far better in her jeans and t-shirt. Far, far better... 
She looks up from her task to lock gazes with me her breath hitching. I smile. I’m happy to see I can affect her the same way. That means she’s not gay. She’s surprised as her blue eyes go wider.

“Miss Steele. It’s a pleasant surprise to see you here.”

She gazes at my outfit; my sweater, hiking boots, and her eyes linger a little too long on my jeans. I’m pleased.

“Mr. Grey,” she manages to breathe. Questioning.

“I was in the area. I need to stock up on some items,” I say by the way of explaining. She’s biting her lip again, flushing.

“Of course Mr. Grey,” She stutters first, then putting on her employee smile she asks, “What can I help you with?”

“I need some cable ties,” I say smiling. What I can do with those to you I think as my gaze darkens. She flushes all over again. She leads the way. She then helps me find masking tape, and rope. She asks me if I’m redecorating. I smile my secret smile. No baby, I don’t redecorate. I have people to do that. These are for other DIY projects which you probably never tried. But how fun it would be to teach you!

She blushes under my gaze again. She’s just as affected by me as I am of her. I have to ask her something to keep her engaged.

“Have you worked here long?” Though I already know the answer to my question. Four years, part time. She answers in the affirmative, her eyes are still cast down and shy. She shows me two different kinds of masking tape. I choose the wider one.

“Anything else Mr. Grey?” she asks me in a breathy husky voice. Yes, she’s definitely affected by my presence. I find myself replying in the same tone. When she later cuts the filament rope with the efficiency of a boy scout, I ask her if she ever was a girl scout gazing at her intently. She blushes again, and in that nervous action, she looks down at her hands and rings her fingers as if the squeeze out some water. “No, Mr. Grey,” she says, “organized group activities aren’t my thing. I’m not into that,” she dares a peak under her long lashes. It’s frustrating trying to decipher her. I ask, “What exactly is your thing Anastasia?” I ask in a low voice. She gasps slightly at my question.  I think I already know the answer. I bet its books.

“Books,” she whispers, but her longing look says something else blushing. Dare I say Bronte and Jane Austen?
“What kind of books?” I ask interested but knowing the answer.

“The British classics, the usual,” she whispers. I’m thinking she’s all hearts and flowers. Is this for me? I don’t do hearts and flowers. I rub my chin contemplating her response. But if it works, we just might have a lot of fun.  I would love to try. She changes the subject going back to the employee mode.

“Is there anything else you need Mr. Grey?”

I need to get her engaged in talking to me. She’s beguiling me.  I can’t take my eyes off of her; everything she does, her lip biting, her squirming and wringing her fingers just making me want to reach out to her, tie those hands up, and capture that lip in mine, and teach that mouth some lessons.

Then we hear her name called by a guy, “ANA!” Some preppy dressed guy coming to her knowingly. Is he her boyfriend? I get the chills all of a sudden, and almost have an urge to beat the crap out of that guy. Who the hell is he? She excuses herself, and goes to him. I narrow my eyes. Maybe I made a mistake by coming. He hugs her, and drapes his arm possessively over her, but she doesn’t reciprocate. I gaze at him glacially. Maybe they’re not involved. She drags the fucker with her back to where I stand.

“Mr. Grey, this is Paul. His brother owns this place. I’ve known him for a long time; but I only rarely see him as he goes to Princeton studying Business Administration,” looking at me expectantly.  I slowly let out a sigh of relief. The fucker is not the boyfriend, but the owner’s brother. While measure each other out, Anastasia adds, “Paul, this is Christian Grey.” It takes him a second to realize who I am, and I can see his reveries change into one of admiration and awe. Yes, fucker, let go off her now, and skedaddle to the hole you crawled out of! He asks me if I need anything.

“Anastasia has been very accommodating,” I say my eyes narrowing coolly dismissing him. He finally gets the point and leaves. I don’t know why I feel this pang of jealousy. I’m not familiar with this emotion, and it is an uneasy one. Why did I feel jealous, and proprietary towards her? She’s nothing to me. Yet… I would like her to be something to me.

“Is there anything else I can help you find Mr. Grey?” she says flustering. I ignore her question.

“How’s the article coming along Anastasia?” I ask. She looks surprised raising her eyes to mine. I don’t want to be dismissed, I want to engage her.

“Oh, Kate… I mean, Miss Kavanagh, my roommate is writing it. She is devastated that she didn’t get to interview you. She wishes she had some stills of you though.”

That surprises me and gives me hope that perhaps I can find a way to see Anastasia again. She can see the gleam in my eyes.

“Really?” I say, “Perhaps tomorrow I can be available. I’m staying here locally.” I fish out my business card out of my wallet, and hand it to her our hands briefly touching with the same jolt of electricity making me gasp slightly darkening my eyes. I have the same effect on her. “You need to call me before 10:00 a.m.”

She’s pleasantly surprised and she gives me the biggest smile brightening her already bright blue eyes to a new shine taking my breath away. She really has the most beautiful smile.

“Yes, we will. Kate would be so happy!” she says excitedly.

I pay for my purchases as she keeps her gaze down, and I’m dying for her to look at me again. Why am I so much like a teenager, her touch moving my insides? She looks up at me again as I hand my Amex to her. Our gazes lock. When I am done, taking my purchases, I turn to her and tell her, “Oh, Anastasia, I’m glad it was you who interviewed me, and not your roommate.” I want her to know I’m interested, and I can feel her gasp and she reciprocates my feelings. She likes me. I leave the store with a renewed purpose. This will work.

Taylor is waiting for me at the parking lot.
“Let’s go,” I say. He drives me to Heathman Hotel. I go to my suite, put my purchases on a chair. Busy myself with work, hoping she calls. If not, I’ll leave tomorrow abandoning this pursuit. I hope she calls. I go to work out to spend my excess energy. Her shy smile is before my eyes. I work out for hours. I come back to my hotel room, and take a shower. Anastasia, and her lips are still on my mind.  If she doesn’t call, what other chance meeting can I arrange? My mind is working out backup plans. I don’t lose when I’m on a mission. Only if she wants it though. She’s too young for what I have in mind for her. She looks too inexperienced. Why won’t she call? Damn it!

I decide to answer some emails as my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number. Who the hell is this? I’m in a bad temper. I answer curtly:

“Grey.”
A shy, nervous and husky sound replies.

“Uhmm… Mr. Grey? It’s Anastasia Steele.”  My heart stutters for a second, and then the beat peaks up and I find myself answering with a husky but soft tone.

“Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you.”  I almost thought she wasn’t going to call. I’m relieved. I hear her breath hitch. I feel elated to have that effect on her. I’m grinning like an idiot. I tell her that I’m staying at Heathman in Portland and we decide to do the shoot at nine thirty in the morning. When she says “Okay, we’ll see you there,” all breathy and excited, I feel my eyes darken and unable to wait until tomorrow, “I look forward to it, Miss Steele,” I say with laced seduction. My subconscious says “you are mine!”


The wait to next morning is laced with erotic dreams of Anastasia in silk stockings and handcuffs, her blue eyes expectant. “Anastasia,” I whisper, her name a prayer in my lips.
“Christian,” she breathes, the voice of hers is enough to unman me. I wake up sweaty with her name on my lips. I put my arm over my eyes, then remove them uneasy staring at the ceiling. Could any other name have the same effect on me like Janet, or Mary, or Angie? I think not. Anastasia. The name is a caress on my lips, it’s magical, alive. I’m drawn, bewitched, in her grasp.  

I get up and go to the gym again to work out to pass the time. After my workout, I take a long shower and put on my white shirt with an open collar, and my grey trademark flannel pants hanging low on my hips. I eat my breakfast quickly, and let my hair on its own volition, leaving it wet. She calls me letting me know that they’re occupying another suite in the hotel for the shoot. Taylor waits by the door.

My gaze seeks her as soon as I enter the suite. There she stands in low rise jeans hugging her curves tightly with a white shirt showing her shape beautifully. I feel her breath hitch when her gaze captures mine, and she gives me a discreet once over.

“Miss Steele, we meet again,” I say extending my hand to receive her small pale hand. With her touch I feel the same jolt of electricity palpate between us, and I know she feels it too, as her blinking increases rapidly. She’s blushing and her breathing gets erratic. She gathers her hand all too soon and introduces her roommate who is as I expected, no nonsense, sure of herself, domineering. Like me.

“The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do?” I say, and thank my lucky stars in my head that it was Anastasia that came, and not her. She’s beautiful enough, but I wouldn’t like her one bit.

Anastasia then introduces the photographer saying, “This is Jose Rodriguez, our photographer.” She smiles at him lovingly and he back at her, possessive. I feel anger building inside me. Is this fucker her boyfriend?

“Mr. Grey,” the fucker nods.

“Mr. Rodriguez,” I say glacially. I sit and stand for the photo shoot all the while gazing and looking at Anastasia. I have to find out if one of these two fuckers I’ve met in the last two days is her boyfriend. They were both possessive of her. About thirty minutes later we’re done, and we say out niceties to each other with Kavanagh, and I turn to Anastasia asking, “Will you walk with me, Miss Steele?”

“Sure,” she says anxious while the friend is suspicious and the fucking photographer scowling. Boyfriend rings on my head. I have to find out. I don’t do “sharing”. She has to be mine.

She tells me disappointed that she has to drive everyone home. Oh, I got you covered baby!

“TAYLOR!”

“Please take Miss Kavanagh, the photographer, his assistant and their equipment to where they need to go.” Then I turn to her and say, “see, resolved.”

“Oh, Taylor doesn’t have to do that Mr. Grey. I can switch vehicles with Kate.” She goes back into the suite; ensuing a small discussion with her friend, and comes back out.

“Ok, let’s do coffee” she says flushing scarlet red. Her color makes me smile like the Cheshire cat. We have small talk on the way to the elevators. I press the button to call the elevator. As the door opens, a couple who have been making out spring apart looking anywhere but each other. What is it with elevators? Anastasia is flushed and embarrassed. I keep my gaze on Anastasia, watching the lovely red color creep up her shy face again, while I maintain to keep my smile away…barely. As the elevator dings reaching the first floor, I grab Anastasia’s hand, and walk out of the elevator. We hear the couple giggle behind us as I mutter “what is it with the elevators?”

We cross the street to a coffee shop her hand in mine with the jolt of electricity a constant thrum between us. I let her choose a table and ask her what she would like.

“English breakfast tea, bag out.” She says surprising me. So, no coffee. Apologetically she indicates that she’s not keen on coffee. When I go to get the drinks and something to eat, I find her gazing at me surreptitiously, and occasionally biting her lips. When I come back to the table, she brings her gaze down to her knotted fingers flushing. I would love to find out what she is blushing about. Me, I hope.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I say.

She flushes even as red as the Chinese flag. God! What I would love to do to you to get out what you are thinking! I put the tray on the table she picked, and stretch my legs under the table sitting opposite to her to see her beautiful shy face better. I coax her:

“What are you thinking?”

She’s not giving anything away.  “This is my favorite kind of tea, I like it black and weak” she says. I have to get to the point and put myself out of misery, because I can’t bear it anymore.

“I see.” I say, “Is he your boyfriend, the photographer Jose Rodriguez?”

“No,” she gushes, “he’s just a good friend. More like family really.”

“I see,” I cut her, “how about the boy from the store?” I get to the point.

“No he isn’t. I told you that yesterday,” she says. I give an inward sigh of relief.

“Why do you ask?” she quizzes me.

“You get nervous around men,” I observe. She looks at her knotted fingers again, flushing once more.

“I just find you intimidating,” she confesses, though I realize she says that without thinking because she blushes all the way to her hairline, but not before I take a sharp intake of breath.  I do affect her; the thought pleases me, and I can’t help but smile.

I am intimidating, but please don’t look down. I like to see your face,” I say, and kiss that mouth of yours that you’ve been biting. She looks up.

“I want to know what you’re thinking. You are mysterious, Anastasia.”

She looks baffled.

I tell her that when she blushes, I know she’s thinking something, but I don’t know what exactly. She asks me if I always make personal observations. I didn’t know I was. Wasn’t she making personal observations about me last week? She shocks me by saying, I’m high handed. How right you are baby!

I always get my way Anastasia,” I tell her, “in all things.
I want to know more about her, and ask her about her family. She asks me about mine, but I’m keener to know her. But she’s not giving much away. As I tell her my sister Mia is in Paris, she says longingly, “I hear Paris is lovely,” I tell her it’s beautiful, and ask her if she’s been. She’s never left the country.

I ask her if she would like to visit. She brightens, and says, “To Paris? Of course. But, it’s England I would really like to visit.” I bet I can guess why. My index finger grazes my lower lip, as she looks like she’s barely stopping herself from panting. “Why?” I coax her.

“Austen, Bronte, Shakespeare, Hardy. I like to see the places that inspired my favorite authors,” she says without blinking. Hearts and flowers as I suspected. She looks at her watch. She wants to go to study her finals. I offer her to walk her to Miss Kavanagh’s car. She thanks me for the tea. Oh, the pleasure is all on me, I smile. I hold my hand out to her, and she automatically hands it to me once again the current flowing between us. We both stroll back towards the hotel both lost in thought. I love the way her ass looks in those jeans, and without thinking I ask her, “Do you always wear jeans?”

“Mostly.” She answers confused. Suits her. Very very well. Just as we stroll to the parking lot, she blurts out, “Do you have a girlfriend?” all flushing, because I think she spoke her thought out loud. I give her a half smile.

“No, Anastasia. I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” I answer softly.

She’s confused, of course. A flicker of thought passes her face without any words. She has a disappointed look on her face and tries to let go of my hand, walking ahead and tripping headlong onto the street. I find myself shouting, “Shit, Ana!” as I yank her hand to get her upright as a bicyclist nearly missing hitting her as I pull her to my body as tight as possible. I feel her inhaling my scent as I get a whiff of her soft feminine smell of her hair and skin. I close my eyes momentarily whisper at her ear, “Are you okay?” while grasping the small of her back with one hand, and trying to make sure she’s ok and has no scratches on her face with the other. I brush her lower lip with my thumb as a shiver runs through my body. Her breath is caught. We lock gazes, and she is intently looking at me, her body and gaze are saying “kiss me.”

She’s lovely, and I am fighting against myself to control my urges to pull her the remaining inch and kiss her. I briefly close my eyes, and when I open them I’m determined. She’s too young, too innocent, too lovely. She’s not for my world.

“You should stay away from me Anastasia. I’m not the man for you,” I whisper. Her face is fallen as if I hit her…hard. It’s better if she thinks it’s rejection than to have her hurt later.

“Breathe Anastasia, okay? I’ll let you stand, and let you walk.” She has disappointment, and hurt on her face. She opens her blue eyes as wide as possible as to not let any tears pooling behind to escape.

“I’ve got this,” she says, “Thank you Mr. Grey.”

“For what?”

“For saving me,” she says nearly in tears.

I’m furious at the fucker who nearly drove over her. “It was that idiot’s fault, not yours! Do you want me to take you to the hotel lobby and sit with you?”

“I’m okay,” she says her voice breaking. “Thank for doing the photo shoot,” she says at the last ditch effort trying not to cry. I’m battling with some foreign emotions. I nearly concede, and try to explain myself to her that I’m a fucked up guy, and what she would get from me would make her unhappy. She’s the hearts and flowers kind of girl, and the fifty shades of fucked up Christian Grey doesn’t do that.  
“Anastasia… I..” I stop, with the inner battle raging within me, wanting her, but not wanting to hurt her. I’m torn. I can’t bear the hurt on her face.

“What Christian?” she snaps, my name a prayer on her tongue. No, I can’t do that to her. I take a small breath and say, “Good luck with your exams,” confusing her.
“Thanks!” she says nearly in tears, and walks away from me. The last thing I see her doing is wiping away stray tears from her face as I kick myself inside.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I turn back to the hotel. I have to punch something, someone, something… I am full of emotions I’m not familiar with. I can’t get her face off of my head. The look… The hurt… Fuck! It’s all my fault… I don’t do the girlfriend thing and she’s not the kind of girl who would do what I want! I’m in a fucking conundrum and I have some unknown desire, some pull towards her, and I don’t want to hurt her. She will get hurt. She’s too innocent. It won’t work with her! The battle in my head rages. How would I know it won’t work if I don’t try?

Fuck this! I’ll give myself another day. See if I can work this out in my head. Fuck! I call Claude Bastille and ask him to get his ass to Portland. I need serious workout.

Tomorrow. I will wait till tomorrow.
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Note: Ok, I envisoned Christian to be like the image I have placed above going by the author's description. That is an image of Kıvanç Tatlıtuğ. I have some more pictures of him below. If you imagine him in a different way, let me know who you have in mind.












22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Look up Jessie Pavelka, he is how I envision Christian Grey. I also think Lily Collins would make a great Anastasia so would Megan Fox but i'm pretty sure shes pregnant. She fits the mold perfectly, big blue eyes, thin,pale, ok shes a bit racy but she's an actress and the book is pretty much x rated anyway. I would be curious to see if anyone agrees with me. Emilie :)

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

I think someone suggested Jessie Pevalka before, and I believe he'd make an excellent choice (although some of us are adamantly rooting for Henry Cavill or Ian Somerhalder). I'd be happy with any of the 3.

Megan Fox - I thought about her before. She looks the type minus the innocence part. Lily Collins however is very innocent looking. She'd have to use blue contacts I suppose. A lot of people suggested Alexis Bledel. She looks innocent and fits the type for Ana. What do you think?

Anonymous said...

Matt Bomer is perfect for the role of Christian!

Lena said...

I really liked your second chapter and I'm curious for the next ones as I've read you saying in another post that you developed your writing and understanding of CG. Really looking forward to reading them!
The only thing I missed in this chapter is CG's thought when he grabs Ana's hand at the elevator. Why does he do this?

I found my personal CG in Matt Bomer. He's perfect imo.

Anonymous said...

Matt Bomer is hot but he's gay, nothing wrong with that except this particular role would best be suited for a straight male due to the extreme sexual content of the story. I know straight guys can play gay,why cant gay men play straight? well because a hard on is gonna be key for this type of story. I dont know many gay man who get aroused by naked women ! Chemistry is key to a story like this. And I agree with the comment about Jessie Pavelka, he is deliciously sexy and fits the bill but can he act ? Oh i hope so & Lily Collins would be cute to she is very ethereal looking and Kristen Stewart wore contacts in twilight as did the entire cast. As for Megan Fox I can see her as Ana for sure , she is young very beautiful and has those pale limbs, dark hair and big blue eyes and yes the lips ! but the tattoos would be a challenge as would the baby but casting hasn't begun so you never now. She looks like shes at least 5 months so no much more to go.We'll see I guess

Anonymous said...

Ian Somerhalder is perfect for the role of Christian Grey. Ian has tantalizing eyes, sexy, and hot! He's overall drop dead gorgeous! I think he is the best candidate to portray a mercurial man. He has a natural "bad boy" look which fit naturally to the dirty bad boy Christian Grey. He can also portrait sweet, serious or cold. He's perfect for the role. Watch "The Vampire Diaries" to see what this actor is capable of.

Anonymous said...

Clearly Henry Cavill was E.L. James' muse for Christian Grey

janie fon said...

I love it...cant get enough of fifty shades!!

Anonymous said...

Matt Bomer regardless of being gay. His character in White Collar has the effect on women as Christian Grey does and trust me, you forget he's gay lol :) Great job!

Anonymous said...

Ian Somerhalder all the way!!!

Anonymous said...

Ian somerhalder!!!!!!!!! Please lol if u go on Facebook there is a page that upload pics and loads of people want Ian!!!
Please bring out the books from Christian grays point of view!! No one has done a trilogy from two points of view before and I would love love love to know what is going through greys mind!!! I'm sure everyone who read the first three are lol xx

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

I've already completed the Christian's POV of the first book, and I'm nearly finishing the 2nd one which is all in this blog. Check the left column where you will see all the links :)

Anonymous said...

I like your blog, but I would like it more if you kept in with the original story. Like not changing things, or actual things that Ana, or Christian said. But, it is good. :)

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

It gets better after a few chapters. This is still trial and error phase.

Anonymous said...

I've got it! The man who should play Christian is Armie Hammer. He fits his character to a T. The guy is like 6'4, copper hair, hotter than hell, built & VERY sexy. Ever heard his voice? So sexy too. Every other contender is too small, not hot enough, etc. Armie is it!
As for Anastasia, I agree about Lily Collins. Very beautiful but plain Jane in her own way, as well as innocent looking. She & Armie had great chemistry in "Mirror Mirror", so the kind of chemistry needed for Fifty Shades they could definitely do.
I love your writing & look forward to more!

Anonymous said...

I think William Levy and Alexis Bledel are the perfect Christian and Anastasia

Anonymous said...

Adrian Grenier for Christian in my opinion

Anna Fraunhoffer said...

I'm wondering where book 3 is? am I missing something...I love what you have done with writing it from his POV but now you left me hanging..lol

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Anna. I will post the last chapter next Saturday and move onto book 3. It will be in two books to fill in all the missing gaps :)

MissElaine said...

Cavill has got to be Christian.. for sure.. I see it. and Ana, I have not see one yet..maybe Alexis Bledel, I think??? I know she has to have blue eyes, and he must be able to hold her like it says in the books.. She is small. Ms. James will stick to this book. to be sure.

MissElaine said...

Ian Somerhalder is to short for this role.. and Lilly I just can't see it..

Anonymous said...

I agree 100%