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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Book III - Chapter XI - Christian and Anastasia Fanfiction - Honeymoon in Paris


Il n’y a que deux endroits au monde où l’on puisse vivre heureux: chez soi et à Paris.
~Hemingway

CHAPTER XI


«Bienvenue à l'Hôtel de Crillon, Monsieur et Madame Grey. And may I extend my congratulations to you both. Welcome to Hotel de Crillon, sir, madam, » our hotel concierge greets us both in French and in English.


“Merci beaucoup,” I respond.


“Thank you,” Ana replies, and the middle aged, slightly balding concierge smiles at us both professionally.

“My name is Durrant Rodell. Any of us at the concierge desk would be more than happy to assist you to fulfill your requests. A simple phone call is sufficient to have one of us advise you and make all kinds of reservations for you. Theaters, concerts, museums, transportation, a French interpreter should you wish one, a guide, a chauffeur, a coiffeur, a personal trainer, anything you wish. As the concierges at Hotel de Crillon, we will do our utmost to bring you the best Paris has to offer, Monsieur and Madame Grey.





This is our hotel manager in charge Mademoiselle Elisabeth Dubois. She will escort you to your suite,” he says indicating a young woman in crisp business suit. She blinks a couple of times, and then extends her hand in greeting.


“Pleasure to meet you Monsieur and Madame Grey,” she says, and Anastasia narrows her eyes. With the movements of her jaw, I can pleasantly see that she’s gritting her teeth. She extends her hand to the hotel manager first.


“I’m Mrs. Ana Grey,” she says, then motioning towards me, she indicates, “and this is my husband, Mr. Grey,” she says.


“A pleasure to meet you both,” Mademoiselle Dubois replies, and takes us to our suite. The manager's and Anastasia’s high heels click on the checkered Italian marble floors.



“Monsieur and Madame Grey, welcome to the Bernstein Suite,” she says opening the door letting us in.


“This suite was named after the famous composer who was fond of staying here. As you can see the sublime terraces offer an outstanding view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower. I hope you have a pleasant stay at l'Hôtel de Crillon. If there’s anything we can do for you, please let us know,” she says and leaves the room, after her gaze lingers on me a few seconds longer making my wife shake her head.


Anastasia stands in the middle of the living space and looks around the room curiously. The walls are covered with ornate mahogany paneling and it has classical paintings displaying French nobility. The décor is red and gold soft colors, and large marble coffee table is occupying the middle of the room. There are fresh cut pale pink roses strategically placed around the room.

  

“There’s a piano,” she says pointing at the wooden piano perfectly matching the suite’s refined, elegant and romantic feel. “That there is, Mrs. Grey,” I reply with dark eyes. “I wonder what the bedroom looks like. Come,” I say taking her hand.




 The room is quite large, about 430 square feet. But then again the entire suite is over 2600 square feet from what the brochure had told us. Red and gold décor continues into the bedroom. The décor is a mix of classic 17th and 18thcentury French. The sun is setting outside, and evening lights from the city is slowly seeping through the terrace door. Anastasia’s eyes widen when she sees the terrace. She quickly makes her way to the double French doors and opens them. The city is glimmering in light. Eiffel Tower is lit up and shining in all her glory. The way the tower is warmly lit, and the dark metal against the black of the night makes it an undeniably graceful sight. Thousands of bright white lights are sparking all over the tower, creating a magical scene, gracing the city of love and light with her majesty.






“This hotel...It’s like a castle Christian!” she whispers in a hushed voice. I look at my wife unblinking. 

“Do you like it?”


“Yes, I love it! It’s beautiful! Is there a particular reason why you chose this hotel?” she asks after seeing the glimmer in my eyes.



“Actually, yes. The hotel was built by King Louis XV in 1758 as a palace, and of course, it’s built in the grandeur of the 18th century architecture. I think a duke lived here. Then other nobles resided in the palace until French Revolution. It was seized at the time. In fact, the French-American treaty was signed here in 1778 which was recognizing the Act of Independence of the United States.”

 

“So, you chose it for its historical significance?” she asks me with quizzical eyes.



“Yes and no. This hotel withstood a lot of turmoil in its long history. And look how grand it made her in the end?” I say in a sweeping gesture. “I want that endurance for us. No matter what we live through, no matter what difficulties we face in life, I want us to come on top, and better than ever,” I whisper. Her lips curve in a half smile, half sadness.



“You say the most romantic things, and take my breath away, Christian,” she whispers. “And I love you for it. And I love you for being you, and I love you for loving me!” she says her eyes brimming, and she reaches up, snaking her arms around my neck.



“For you Anastasia, always hearts and flowers,” I reply. She swallows hard.



“Kiss me,” she whispers as her lips find mine. She doesn’t have to say it twice. Our lips mold into each other as we’re consumed with passion in the city of love and lights. Her hands travel into my hair and her fingers tangle and pull my hair, merging us further. Her tongue parts my lips, and forces her way into my mouth, making me gasp for more of her. I suck her tongue, caress it with mine in a lovers’ tango in my mouth, and finally push my tongue into her mouth. She groans, and hitches her right leg around my waist trying to mount me.




La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong

“Whoa! Ana, slow down! You’re going to unman me, baby,” I groan into her mouth.


“Please!” she begs.


“We have a dinner reservation, soon.”


“Please... I don’t care for dinner, I’m in the city of lovers!” she insists begging in my mouth.


“You want me to take you, here? On the terrace?” I ask incredulous.
 
“Please. Don’t make me beg, Christian! Because I will... You brought me to the most romantic place on earth. I want to make love to my husband!” she says nipping my lower lip and sucking it to soothe the slight sting. My breath comes hissing through my teeth.


“Fuck the dinner plans! What do you want Anastasia?” I ask with my eyes dark.


“I want you anyway I can get you...” she says giving me my own words back.


“Have me, you shall then, baby,” I reply. “We’ll utilize this bench,” I say pointing the bench with cream colored cushions. The sun has completely set, and the city lights are glimmering in the distance. The terrace is in relative darkness.




“Come,” I say my gaze darkening. I sit on the bench, and pull her onto my lap as if she’s riding. My right hand travels up her leg and my hand cups her sex over her lace panties. She moves her hips, pushing her sex into my palm, and arches her back. My erection is straining against my pants, and she’s trying to rub herself over my growing cock to get some friction. I insert my finger into the lace of her panties and rip them freeing her sex into my waiting fingers. She’s deliciously wet. Her skirt is pushed back up to her thighs and the sight of her like this on my lap is intoxicating. My left hand moves under her blouse. I slowly push it back up, and pull it off her. Her long hair falls in waves on her nearly bare back. She arches her back and pushes her breast closer to my face making me grin. My fingers dip into her bra pulling it lower freeing her breast. I repeat the process with the other breast, and her nipples stiffen with the slight evening breeze.

Anastasia shivers on my lap. My fingers skate over her breast, tantalizing her. A shiver runs through her back again and she gyrates her hips on my lap, begging for some friction. With my left hand I cup her breast, and toy with it while I capture the other one with my mouth. As my thumb circle over her nipple, my right finger mirrors the action over her clitoris. I continue to tease the other nipple with my tongue, slightly sucking, and nipping. She groans. I roll and knead her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and tug the other one between my lips. My eyes are fixed on her face. She tilts her head, eyes closed, trying to absorb all the sensation.



I flick her nipple with my tongue, and briefly letting go of it I whisper to her: “eyes open, baby. I want to see you get undone...” I murmur in a husky voice.



“Husband! Take me please,” she begs.



“All in good time baby. First I want to get you all good and soft, and ready to take me all the way in,” I reply. My lips travel to the base of her breast nipping and sucking, making strategic stops. I capture her other nipple while I squeeze her delectable derriere with my other hand, I run soft, delicious circles over them. Her right nipple is now between my lips, I slightly nip it, and just then lifting her skirt, I land a spanking on her ass, making her arch her back even in a exquisite curve and toss her nipple further into my mouth and dip my finger into her sex at the same time.



“Christian! I need you now!” she begs further. I unzip my pants quickly and my erection springs free. I lift her buttocks off my lap, and slowly place her over my aching cock and slowly bury it all the way down into her greedy sex. My cock fills, and stretches her to the max. She sits on me, balls deep and without moving her up, I swivel my hip as I keep her stationary, then I slowly lift her up. As she comes down on my cock rather hungrily, I push up and impale her deep. She meets me thrust for thrust.



“Ahhh!” she groans. Then her lips find mine. I pull and tease her nipples with one hand while I guide her buttocks with the other, and our lips are locks in a passionate love making.



“Suck me!” she groans into my mouth. She’s becoming quite the demanding Madame, of late! I grin at her hunger for me. She rides high on my cock, tilts her head back as my lips slide down to her chin, and neck then down to her breast, sucking forcefully, and I pull the other nipple between my thumb and finger elongating it. She gyrates her hips, speeds up her movements, and her sex starts contracting, squeezing deliciously inside, trying to pull my cock in deeper, milk it for all I’ve got, stroking, and teasing. When I take a deep pull on her right nipple, her sex squeezes my cock hard, stroking it, and she comes loudly in waves. As she pushes her nipple further in my mouth, her left arm leans back, holding onto my leg tight, riding me like a bronco, and it’s my undoing seeing her unravel in my mouth, and riding my cock hard with her sex. I come in thick spurts into her. As I thrust into her two more times, she finally collapses onto me, her arms wrapped around my neck and I tenderly kiss her.



When I move her off my cock, semen runs down her leg, and she bites her lip. A blush runs her cheeks Marking her that way and her lip biting is a very heady combination for me. I swoop her off the floor, holding her in my arms without even bothering to zip up and carry her into the en suite bathroom.

 

“Bath time,” I say. And this time, I want to enjoy my wife in the tub.





**** *****

My hands seek for her in the bed. As my hand reach for the dent on the pillow her had created, I feel the cold there, and her absence wakes me up immediately. I only feel secure when she’s in the bed with me; only feel comfort when my arms and legs are draped around her upon waking up. She is my comfort zone; my safe place, and the main source of my anxiety. I quickly find a robe, and put it on and go out to look for her. She’s not in the living room, or the dining room.




Did she go out without telling me? Anxiety rises in my, but I decide to check the terrace and that’s where I find her. Wrapped in a bathrobe, perched on a patio chair, gazing into the city of love.



She is looking into the distance, lost in the sights and sounds of the city; she doesn’t even realize when I stand right behind her.

“Hi,” whisper slowly as to not to scare her. She turns around and looks at me with her big blue eyes.


“Hi, Christian!” she says turning her head to me smiling; but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Is she worried about something?



“What are you doing out here?” I ask, unblinking. But she answers me with a question.



“Do you know what are my top ten favorite movies?” she asks still looking ahead. I shake my head without breaking my gaze, and answer a soft, "No."



“One of them is ‘Sabrina.’ Not the newer one, but the one with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. Have you ever seen it?” she asks in a distant voice.



“I don’t believe so. What is it about?” I ask trying to hide my rising anxiety.



“There is a girl named Sabrina Fairchild who lives over the garage at the Larrabee's palatial Long Island estate. She has a crush on David, who is the young Larrabee heir and a playboy. She grows up watching their lavish parties and balls the family throws from a nearby tree. Her father is British and is the chauffeur of the family. When he discovers her crush on David, he disapproves because they’re not of the same stock, and packs her off to Paris so she can learn to cook like her mother who died a long time ago. She goes off to Paris for a couple of years. She can’t cook, but she learns elegance, sophistication and charm which turn out to be her thing. She comes back home with a chic haircut, a smart suit making her look very grown up, and a French poodle. She looks so stunning and David is taken by her.



Her father tells Sabrina...” she says and pauses, her eyes fixed on the Eiffel Tower, " 'he’s still David Larrabee, and you’re still the chauffeur’s daughter. And you’re still reaching for the moon.' To which she responds, ‘no, father. The moon is reaching for me.’ But his family is bent out of shape with this attraction because they want him to marry a nice rich girl so the wealth of the families merge. David has an older brother Linus – a Yale graduate,” she says looking at me, “who also realizes what a radiant creature Sabrina has become. But of course, Linus and his hardliner father will do anything to end the romance and Linus decides to get Sabrina out of the way so his brother can marry the rich girl.”



“What an ass!” I reply. She smiles a little, and continues with the story.



“Linus manipulates Sabrina throughout. He essentially becomes Sabrina’s chaperon and his feelings begins to change all around. The moment Linus begins to realize he is in love with Sabrina, his success feels hollow and so does his life as a result. You know the old adage, love conquers all. Linus sends her off to Paris, and he’s supposed to be coming along, but of course he doesn't. His initial goal was just to get rid of her, and then he has a change of heart...he follows her, goes after her. And the rest is history. Paris is their savior,” she says and shrugs.



“Ana, what made you think of this movie?” I ask cautiously.

“Can’t you see?” she asks.

“No, I can’t. What is it am I supposed to be seeing?”

“I’m Sabrina in a way. You brought me to this beautiful city, to this opulence,” she says gesturing around. “I might as well be your chauffer’s daughter. I have nothing, and yet you... you still wanted me. You love me... And I’m completely, utterly, and helplessly in love with you, Christian Grey! I don’t know what I would do if you didn't want me. If you didn't love me or stopped loving me, I would simply die,” she says, her eyes misting and looks up at me.

“Baby! Why...” I say, but don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. Anastasia hurls herself at me, and our lips meet. When we stop kissing, we’re both breathless.

“None of this 'I may not want you' nonsense, anymore! There is no one else I would ever, could ever want besides you! You’re the one for me Ana. Don’t you see that baby? This is our honeymoon. What brought this on?” I ask.

“Just the overwhelming extravagance, my unbelievably handsome, loving husband... I just felt unworthy of you all of a sudden. It’s still like a dream to me. I’m so scared that I will wake up and you will disappear. I love you so much, it scares me, Christian,” she says her eyes brimming; her thoughts mirroring mine.

“I love you more than you can ever imagine, Ana. Now, let’s go have breakfast, and then you and I will explore the city of love,” I say smiling pulling her in my embrace.


***** *****

“What will we see first?” she asks excitedly as we are being driven in the car. We are in a Mercedes SUV. Taylor is in the front sitting next to one of our French security details Philippe. Gaston, his twin brother is already on location, doing a sweep. I hold Anastasia’s hand in mine, and look at her.


My answer to her question may be unoriginal but it’s completely truthful, “The Eiffel Tower.”


“Not the Louvre, or Champs-Elysées, or Arch de Triomphe or Notre Dame or Versailles Palace?” she asks grinning.


“We will see those as well, but I want to show you what inspired me in college. The Eiffel tower helped me understand the principle of unity; because it has a masterful combination of industry and grace. That’s why I made sure that industrial elegance and curves were incorporated in the Grey House. Beauty of the curved line can balance the cold rigidity of metal. And of course the view from atop is to die for!”


“Do we have a guide?” she asks.


“Of course,” I reply smiling.


“But you seem to know Paris so well. Why the guide?”


“So, I can observe my wife enjoying herself in this magical city,” I reply truthfully.





When we arrive at the Eiffel Tower, Gaston is waiting with our middle aged guide. He’s a man in his 50s. He’s wearing business casual. He’s not a very tall man, in fact slightly shorter than Anastasia. He has a warm demeanor and a knowledgeable presence. He smiles warmly and professionally giving both of us an equal amount of his attention.

“Bonjour Monsieur et Madame Grey! How do you do? I am Jaques Painlevé. I will be your guide this morning.”

“Thank you,” we both say at the same time.

“Allow me to introduce you one of the most recognizable structures in the world; the Eiffel Tower. She is 324 meters tall and it is about 1,063 feet in your measurements. It was completed at the end of the 19th century and became the tallest structure in the world at that time, and it was until 1930 when the Americans built the Chrysler Building. The man behind the tower was Gustave Eiffel, and it was built for the World Exhibition in 1889. She held in the celebration of the French Revolution in 1789. Did you know that while the Eiffel Tower is a steel structure, and weighs approximately 10,000 tons, it actually has a relatively low density, weighing less than a cylinder of air occupying the same dimensions as the tower?” he asks and looks over his rather large eye glasses that were left over from 1980s for an effect. Anastasia gets curious and asks:

"How could 10,000 tons of steel weigh less than a cylinder of air occupying the same dimensions as the tower?” Painlevé’s eyes light up like a student who studied hard for an test and the question he was hoping was asked is in the exam.

“Ah, the Madame is interested in the sciences!" he gushes rubbing his hands together. "It shall be my happy duty to educate you on the topic. The metal structure combined with the non-metal components of the tower weigh approximately 10,000 pounds. 7,300 tons of it is metal. If you were to melt down all the metal, it would fill the 125 square base to a depth of only 6 centimeters which is about 2.36 inches assuming a density of the metal to be 7.8 tons per cubic meter. The tower has a mass less than the mass of the air contained in a cylinder of the same dimensions that is 324 meters high and 88.3 meters in radius. The weight of the tower is 10,100 tons compared to 10,265 tons of air,” he says grinning to have explained it to its scientific specifications.

Anastasia turns her back to him and looks up at me as her eyes lit up and she's stifling her giggles.

“What?” I whisper quizzical.

“He’s just like an older, much shorter and French Sheldon Cooper,” she says smiling.

“Who is Sheldon Cooper? An ex-boyfriend of yours from your Physics class?” I whisper through gritted teeth.

“No, silly!” she giggles more. Monsieur Painlevé blinks and looks quizzical without knowing what we are whispering about. I shake my head. “She’s just making an observation,” I say for his benefit, and he smiles politely in response. Then I turn my back to the guide, look down at Anastasia and ask her:

“Ana, you’re driving me crazy! Who the hell is Sheldon Cooper?” I ask my gaze fixed on her darkly. She smiles and answers.

“Hold on to your hair Mr. Grey. No one you should be worried about. He’s a character from a TV show called ‘The Big Bang Theory’. He’s a geeky theoretical physicist who is always very egotistical and he often brags about his smarts, totally lacks social skills, weary of germs, and physical contact, introverted, and always makes an observation or makes a statement that no one understands or even cares for that matter, like, ‘What part of an inverse tangent approaching an asymptote don’t you understand?’" she says imitating a masculine voice.

"When our guide inserted the math facts of the tower, I thought he reminded me of Sheldon’s character, and I was right," she shrugs, but my gaze gets darker on her. She frowns, "And, for heaven’s sake, stop looking at me like that!” she hisses scolding me. “Can’t I make an observation without you getting jealous of a fictional character?” she murmurs and I sigh.

“Please remember that I only have one type; and that’s Christian Grey,” she whispers. I hold her hand tightly and turn to our guide. Motioning him to go on.

“The best view is of course observed from the third floor,” he says in his French accent. “Shall we?” he indicates the entrance with his right hand. We take the elevator to the third floor and finally the city of Paris is spread before us in all her magnificence.






“Behold the beauty that is Paris,” says Monsieur Painlevé. He talks about the history, and the people involved in creating this masterpiece. Then he leaves us to ourselves to enjoy the spectacular view Paris from third floor of the tower. Once our tour is over, we eat lunch at the Le Jules Verne’s Restaurant located on the tower’s second level. The place is booked weeks in advance at times which is why our reservation has been made before we arrived in Paris. It has a great wine selection, and exceptional French cuisine.



But the highlight of the day is the Versailles. Painlevé meets us at Chateau de Versailles.


Bienvenue sur le château de Versailles," he says. “The Château de Versailles is a rags to riches story among Baroque architecture,” explains Monsieur Painlevé as his eyebrows steeple, and he pushes his glasses back up on his nose once again.






“The palace and the surrounding gardens are spectacular and exquisite in detail; but it stood in the middle of a field which once was neglected. The inspiration of these gardens came from the Italian renaissance, but of course Italians would have never reached that opulence or magnificence as the French would,” he adds proudly.

Anastasia clears her throat. “Mr. Painlevé, don’t you think that statement is a little racist?” she asks.


He blinks at her as if she started speaking in pig Latin. “Not unless it’s the truth Madame. Truth cannot be construed as racist, which by the way is a very American expression. It’s not perceived as such here. Even Italians know that. You know how the saying goes, Madame. Heaven is where the police are British, the cooks are French,” he says proudly, “the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian –of course I dare say that French make better lovers than Italians, but I digress- and it’s all organized by the Swiss. Hell is where the police are German, cooks are English, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss and it’s all organized by the Italians,” he says.



“I’m quite sure Italians make great cooks as well,” challenges Anastasia.



“Oh, that’s debatable Madame. What do they have? Pizza and pasta… I can’t think of anything else.”



“I love pizza and pasta,” replies Anastasia completely amused teasing the hell out of this man who takes her jokes seriously.



“Mon Dieu! Monsieur Grey! You must immediately introduce the young lady to real food. She has been deprived!”



“I was told that Italians taught French how to cook. Was I misinformed?” Anastasia asks innocently, and Painlevé’s hand immediately goes up to his mouth to stifle a gasp. I squeeze Anastasia’s hand to remind her to slow down to save the poor man from having a heart attack and protect the Gaelic and American relationships. Taylor is trying very hard to hide his grin as the French security twins are looking impassive.



“I would say you were grossly, egregiously misinformed Madame! French cuisine is famous for its sauces, bread, cheese and wines. I shall immediately refer you and Monsieur Grey to some French restaurants where you can experience the true magnificence of the French cookery,” he says fervently.



“What do you think about the Greek food?” Anastasia asks, changing directions.



He sighs, “Greeks are such a great civilization. To be fair ma’am, they gave us democracy, science, and little cubes of charred meat that taste like sweat. It is a known fact that French cookery is superior over all of the cuisines in the world.”



Anastasia’s eyes first go wide with his answer, shocked, but also dance with mischief as if she’s having great fun while starting World Kitchen Wars I. It’s time to stop her.

“As enticing as the culinary discussion you two are having, I’d like to see the grandeur of this French architecture,” I say pointedly. I pull Anastasia’s hand and she’s flush on my side.

“What’s gotten into you? You were about to give that poor man a coronary and perhaps start the World Kitchen Wars I,” I state in a slow, forbidding voice into her ear.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, either,” she says biting her lip. “I feel like a troublemaker. I just couldn't stop,” she whispers back. I narrow my eyes on her.

"Maybe you need to be spanked, Mrs. Grey,” I whisper into her ear, and hear, rather than see her hitching breath.

“I’ve been a bad girl. Perhaps a punishment is in order, Mr. Grey,” she whispers in a husky voice, flushing.

By the time we get inside the castle, Anastasia’s amazed with all the opulent, gilt splendor of the eighteenth century palace, and she utters, “I am completely in love with Versailles!” utterly taken by her surroundings, and it is apparent that she's all forgiven by our tour guide.

After our guide gives us a tour of the Palace, he bids us his adieu before leaving us to wander through the place on our own. He shakes Anastasia’s hand, then shakes mine saying, “you have in your possession a very outspoken, a very passionate spouse, sir. I congratulate you! She must have French in her ancestry. I am therefore honored to meet you both,” he says and takes his leave. I am completely baffled and taken aback how Anastasia affects the other people.

“Come, Mrs. Grey, let me show you what other megalomaniacs do for the women they love,” I say darkly and take her into the Hall of Mirrors. The early afternoon light floods through the windows to the west, lighting up the mirrors that line the east wall and illuminating the gold leaf décor and the enormous crystal chandeliers. Anastasia is completely mesmerized, as if she’s in a spectacular dream from which she doesn’t want to wake up.



“Yes, it is interesting to see what becomes of a despotic megalomaniac who isolates himself in such splendor,” she murmurs as I’m standing by her side. She’s trying to get a rise out of me on top of what she has done to poor Monsieur Painlevé.

I gaze down at her cocking my head to one side. “Your point, Mrs. Grey?” I ask with humor.



“Oh, merely making an observation, Mr. Grey,” she says waving her hand airily at the surroundings. I smirk at her response following her to the center of the room where she stands and gawks at the view. There’s something amazing in this picture. The view of the spectacular gardens glimmer in the mirrors, but then also my stunning wife’s image is reflected back on every single mirror. I gaze at her boldly, darkly, salaciously. She’s completely, incredibly and utterly beautiful, especially with the way the light is accentuating her chestnut hair.



“I would build this for you,” I whisper. “Just to see the way the light burnishes your hair, right here, right now,” I say in a low, husky voice as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You look like an angel,” a mischievous angel, but an angel nonetheless. I kiss her right below her earlobe, and taking her hand I murmur, “We despots do that for the women we love." She flushes, still shy when she receives a compliment. I follow her through the room, and when she turns back to me with desire in her eyes, I hold her face gently in my hands, and kiss her with all I’ve got, our embrace reflected in every single mirror like Rodin’s “The Kiss” statue.



When we break our kiss, she whispers, “You’re very brazen Mr. Grey.”


I smile at her salaciously and admiringly. “We’re in the city of love, in a palace built on a piece of neglected land which used to be a small hunting lodge, but Louis XIV restructured the location into an icon of absolute power and timeless domination – sort of like my less than humble beginnings,” I say shrugging.


“And what you are now…” she adds. I smile at her but my smile doesn’t reach my eyes. My gaze is focused on her. “Did you know that there are 357 mirrors, 17 glass doors, marble walls, chandeliers, and splendid paintings in the ceiling: it creates a heavenly splendor which of course was the Sun King’s intent here. But you Ana, standing here... you are like the brightest shining jewel of all. The sight of you in here, looking at me like this...with love and admiration is a sight simply breathtaking in its majesty. I’m simply awed, Ana. You do that to me,” I whisper softly. She swallows hard, and her arms snake around my neck.


“Take me back to the hotel, or find a private room in this palace, I don’t care which. Right now, I’d be completely happy if you just took me down here,” she whispers wanton.


“Mrs. Grey, you've become completely insatiable. What have I created here?” I reply with a grin.


“Would you have me any other way, Mr. Grey?” she asks smiling.


“I’ll have you any way I can, baby… Any possible way I can. Come, let’s go,” I say and we take off to the Hotel de Crillon.
***** *****

“Get in your comfy clothes, and walking shoes, baby,” I remind her in the morning.



“Where are we going today?” she asks excitedly after breakfast.



“It’s a surprise,” I grin.



She groans in response. “Baby, this is a remarkable city with so much to do. You can spend a lifetime here and still not have seen or experienced everything. Ernest Hemingway lived in Paris, and he said, ‘If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is movable feast.’ That single sentence captures everything about Paris. I want this to be an experience you will never forget. He also said, ‘Il n’y a que deux endroits au monde où l’on puisse vivre heureux: chez soi et à Paris.’ “ I say in French slowly. She looks at me enamored. Her chest is rising up and down quickly to accommodate her rising passion. She’s flushed. She gazes at me darkly as she walks around the table to stand before me:



“I have no idea what you said, but it sounded so hot, I feel like hurling myself at you!” she whispers licentiously.



“I said that ‘there are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.’ I was quoting Hemingway. But once you are bitten by the love of Paris, there’s just no cure for it. You’re in love with this city for life,” I say grinning, and turning my chair towards her direction so she can sit on my lap, cowgirl style. She wraps her arms around me, and we are lost in our kiss, until Taylor discreetly comes in and clears his throat.



***** *****

“Musée du Louvre is one of the greatest museums in the world,” I explain Anastasia.


“What? Are we not utilizing Monsieur Painlevé’s mean guiding skills?” she asks smiling, batting her eyelashes innocently.


 “No. I decided that you've given him hard enough time yesterday, and the poor man deserved a bit of a break from you. You’re too much to handle,” I say grinning, and she bites her lip in response. I release her lip with a tug of her chin, and whisper, “Luckily, I like you that way.”


“Why luckily, Mr. Grey?” she asks narrowing her eyes.


“Let’s just say that, it turns me on; makes me feel alive.”


“It’s not fair, you know!” she whispers.


“What’s not fair?” I ask.


“That you turn me on in an overly crowded, one of the world’s biggest, most famous museums, leaving me hot and bothered!” she says slowly exhaling, trying to calm herself down. I grin wide, and feel so much alive and in love with my wife.


“Let me show you some of my favorite exhibits here,” I say and pull her in the direction of the Department of Greek, Etruscan and Roman Antiquities: Hellenistic Art. I bring her in front of the statue of Aphrodite.


“Venus de Milo,” she whispers.

“Yes. According to the Greek mythology, Aphrodite is the Greek goddess and sexual rapture. She was born from the foam of the sea in Cyprus. She, as you can see has supernatural beauty. Zeus was afraid that the male gods would fight over her, creating problems. So he married her to Hephaestus, the dour and ugly god of fire and smithing. He was overjoyed at being married to the goddess of beauty and he forged beautiful jewelry, and a cestus, a girdle for her. But of course that just made her more irresistible to men. The cestus was recognized as a symbol for its magical powers to compel love, strengthen her potent sexual attractiveness. She was unhappy, of course, for having married someone without her will, and soon took companionship from other gods and even mortals. She was a lover of Ares, the god of war; Adonis, the god of beauty and desire, and also Anchises who was seduced by Aphrodite and was a mortal lover of the goddess.


She was also believed to be the cause of the Trojan War after making Paris fall in love with Helene. Her seductions and temptations were a constant source of pleasure and danger both for Gods and mortals who fell under her captivating spell. They were robbed of their wits, and enticed into actions they would not normally take. She was a combination of pleasure and danger. Aphrodite was not bad. She was just in love with love. She was incredibly passionate with love and a helpless romantic. Look at her face…”I point.


“It’s timeless and emotionless. Her elongated silhouette is very sensual, realistic yet other worldly. Even though the sculptor was seeking to create the divine beauty,” I say walking around the statue, and pointing at her, “this timeless masterpiece created a fine answer to the eternal quest for beauty we all have. The result is this goddess of love and beauty, born out of the foam of the sea.”


She looks at the statue carefully, jealously.


You are my Aphrodite, Anastasia. You’re the timeless love and beauty that belongs to me. You’re the masterpiece…” I say to her reverentially.


 “Why…” she says and stops looking at the statue. “Why do you think that we’re all mesmerized by such beauty? Even I can’t take my eyes off of her…” she comments.


“It’s simple. We can all appreciate the female form. We love to look whether in marble or oils or satin or film. Beauty is pleasing to the eye. A masterpiece of God’s creation, and we like to see the reflection of it in captivated forms such as these…” I explain.


She nods, and smiles.


“I am in total awe of your knowledge, and your confidence, and your Adonic beauty, Christian.”

“Adonic beauty?” I ask grinning.


 "Yes! I think you are a masterpiece. A masterpiece that belongs to me…” she whispers. “I think if they've made a statue of you, people would be gazing at him five thousand years from now and admiring the masterpiece of God’s creation that you are. I just hope the title says, ‘Mrs. Anastasia Grey’s husband’,” she says smiling brightly.


“I like that title, Mrs. Grey. I like it a lot.”


***** *****


“Mr. and Mrs. Grey! It is a pleasure to have you on board of the Fair Lady. My name is Nicholas Perri; I’m a former captain myself, but now the shore manager to the Fair Lady. This is Captain David Madison,” he indicates a lean blonde man with a crisp Captain’s uniform who extends and shakes my hand firmly, then shakes Anastasia’s hand, saying, “ma’am.”


“And this here is your First Mate of the Fair Lady, Alain Benoît,” he indicates a dark haired, tall young man  about my age, who smiles brightly, and proffers his hand first to Anastasia, and croons:


Enchantée Mademoiselle, welcome aboard,” he says professionally, but I don’t miss the slight gleam in his eyes; he’s taken by my wife. Sure enough he takes Anastasia’s hand, and kisses the back of it.


My eyes are fixed on him. I bet you are delighted! He purposefully calls her Miss. I make sure he know that she’s Mrs. Grey, my wife.


Elle est Madame Grey. Ma femme! Je suis M. Grey. Son mari!” I wedge myself between his arm and my wife’s hand.


“Je m’excuse, Monsieur Grey,” fucker apologizes, and adds, “Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer. Bienvenue à bord.” Sure you do! Bastard!


Moi aussi.”I say as my gaze is firmly fixed on him. Then I turn to the shore manager, and indicating a private corner, I say, “A word, Mr. Perri.”


“Please, call me Nick, Mr. Grey.”


I give a slight, imperceptible nod to Taylor, who leads Anastasia away to distract her by saying, “this way Mrs. Grey.” Anastasia looks confused, but follows Taylor. When Perri and I walk about twenty feet away from the Captain and the First Mate, I turn the full intensity of my gaze on the shore manager:


“I don’t want Benoît on the ship during our stay. I’d like you to appoint another First Mate for this week.”


“I beg your pardon Mr. Grey? Has he offended you in any way? I assure you sir; his show of manners is purely French and not outside of the norm here.”


“Don’t assume to give me a lesson on social norms; I know the customs having lived in France myself. I’m paying €63,000 for the charter of this vessel for the week not to mention added expenses which will grow well over €100,000. I want a different First Mate that my wife and I can be comfortable of being around.”


“Very well, sir. We will send another First Mate replacing Mr. Benoît. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”


“Yes,” I say smiling having resolved the problem. “What year was the ship built?”


He smiles in response. “She was built in 1928 sir, but refitted in 2005 and 2006. It took about 2 years to complete the project. She’s an English vessel, sir,” he adds proudly.


“The workmanship is exquisite,” I say assessing the vessel. “What is her length? I’m assuming it’s about 120 feet long...” I say.


“Very close sir! Her length is 121 feet and the beam is 20.3 feet and her draft is 10 feet sir.”


“What sort of engines does she have?”


“We have two 230 horse power Gardner sir which permits 10.5 knots of speed.”

“Impressive. Size of the crew?”


“Six, sir.”


“What sort of water-sports do you accommodate from the boat?”


“If I may make an observation, sir, you know your ships very well. You’re asking all the right questions. Well, we have a 5.2 meter Boston Whaler tender with 130 horsepower engine, 4 meter Avon tender with 40 horsepower engine, and two Laser sailing dinghies, two canoes, water skis and tow, snorkeling gear, and diving gear, sir, should you wish to take advantage of them.”


“We will. What sort of communications and entertainment facilities do you have on board?”

He grins in response. “You’d be pleased to know that we have Satcom and cellular communication facilities, sir. We also have Wi-Fi internet access, comprehensive audio-visual systems, satellite TV, and iPod docking stations throughout the boat, Mr. Grey. Allow me to take you and Mrs. Grey around for a tour, sir!” he says indicating with his hand, ahead, and I nod.


I walk towards my wife taking her hand, and tour the Fair Lady which will accommodate us for the last week of our honeymoon.






***** ♡ *****

Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
John Berger


L’Americain de Paris, c’est ce que l’Amerique a fait de mieux. (The American in Paris is the best American). 
F. Scott Fitzgerald


The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners.
F. Scott Fitzgerald


Next update: January 25th - Friday. I have a translation project to finish. Thank you for your patience.


95 comments:

Erin Mincey said...

Great way to end a stressful day!!! Another amazing chapter Emine!!!

maria Morales said...

thank you for posting. i love all the details about the places they visite, it makes me feels like im there.awsome chapter!!!!!!

Jasmine said...

thank you for the update! it is amazing as usual! :D

Erin said...

Makes me want to leave this young nation and soak up the rich history of Europe i'm lost in your writing xx

Anonymous said...

Thank you for a great new chapter. Now you have caught up to the book I can't wait to see how it unfolds.
Hope you kids are better.
Theresa

Adriana Camacho said...

Loved this chapter was waiting for it since yesterday. Makes me want to visit Paris ,I happen to like the pictures thanks for your hard work. Cant wait for the next chapter.

Keisha said...

I simply don't know where to start with this chapter and just how much I LOVED it! I literally had tears in my eyes reading this. So much emotion. Paris, in recent months more so, has been constant on my mind as a place I would love to visit sooner rather than later. Such a beauty and I have to say that I have loved the pics you provided for the honeymoon chapters. They are so gorgeous and I have never been outside the U.S., so I enjoy the pictures of the places I dream to go, so Thank You for them & the details you provide on their history! Some of them to me have been breathtaking!

Loved how you referenced Sabrina in here. It too, is one of my top fave movies of all time. I adore it, as well as Audrey Hepburn. Such a classic & I could watch it endlesslessly! What a great similarity between the Sabrina character and Ana.

Thanks so much for another great chapter! Smile on my face all the way through! I look forward to the next one. Hope you have a great week and well wishes that your little one gets better soon :)

xo

Anonymous said...

Amazing as always!!!!! Thank you soo much for doing this, it is by far the best stress reliever ;)
Blessings,
N. Wellington
Brentwood, Ca

Keisha said...

Forgot to say that I love that no matter how sweet and romantic Christian is, I still love how he stays true to his 'Fifty Shades' and all. With his impatience with Ana and the tour guide to his jealousy of the First Mate and having him replaced, his Fifty side finds a way to still show itself and I love that! Of course he has grown a lot, but that other side of him is never to far way and not forgotten! Great writing!

Anonymous said...

This chapter was soooooooo romantic! It made me want to hop on a plane and go to Paris now. One day I will. I also have to say that as I read your chapters more and more the only actor I can see playing Christian is Henry Cavill. He will be my Christian. Also I feel that whoever gets that role must read your blog!

Anonymous said...

Love the chapter

S

Audrey said...

Thanks for the update!

Always enjoy CG jealousy ..a hahaha

I hope your daugther is better now. I found myself looking forward to more of pella's update now hahaha.. You got me hooked!! Any more stories to share? :)

Hope you take care and dont get sick too...

Aud

Lana Kinnear said...

Just visited Paris last month, sooo excited reading this chapter.
But I can't wait to read the part when Ana get pregnant :D
Thanks Emine.

Lana Kinnear said...

Just visited Paris last month, sooo excited reading this chapter. But I can't wait to read the part when Ana gets pregnant. Thanks Emine.

mnm92275 said...

First I hope your daughter is feeling better and the rest of your family is do well. And second this chapter was just what I was hoping for, it brought the city to life for me. And as always you did a spectacular job. And I can't wait to read more, you are a great writer!

Raquel Braido said...

Hey Sweetie!
This was another amazing chapter. I'm in awe with this new side of Christian... he's getting more romantic every day.
I enjoyed the part where Ana talked about Sheldon (He's super cool) lol ....

I loved everything about this chapter.

Love you and miss you! <3

Rach

Anonymous said...

Emine,
You are a genius. This is my first post in the public forum. I am excited to join this wonderful community and share my thoughts about this wonderful work. This chapter brought me back to when I was 16 years old and visited Paris for the first time. This was over twenty years ago for me but you made me feel like it was just yesterday. Thank you for sharing your gift of writing and reminding me about this precious moment in my life. There was nothing like being a young girl meeting one of her first loves - Paris. The pictures that you included only heightened the wonder of this chapter. Also, I hope I don't offend anyone but I really enjoyed the description of their first love scene in Paris. Again, I have enjoyed reading Emines work more than the source material. EL James can be repetitive, especially, when she describes the intimate scenes, in her word choice etc. here, Emine captured both the sweet tender love and the passionate raw emotions between Christian and Ana and the multifaceted aspects of intimacy including the reality that it does get messy :) Thank you Emine for all your hard work and sharing your gift with us all. I hope your child is feeling better.

Your friend with the concussion

Catarina* said...

Eminé! :D

I loved this chapter, I wanted to go to Italy but everyone around me as been saying that I have to go to Paris because it's the one city that might change my opinion about London! I highly doubt that, but reading your chapter, your descriptions, and seeing the photos (that I loved, by the way and will always love because sometimes, it's truth the said that says "An image can say more than a thousand words" or something like that xD)...I have the need to go to Paris now. I would love to go there, to see everything myself, to go to Disneyland (of course, part of me is a child still :p) and you know...I'm just starting to feel enamored by Paris just by your descriptions :p

And the reference about Sheldon was amazing, I know you adore that series and I have another friend that also sees it and she loves it too, so I start laughing with Ana's description about Sheldon because that's more or less what my friend said about him :p

I love how Christian is getting more romantic but still without changing who he is! And I love how he tries to assure Ana that she is the one he loves and will always love, whether she is feeling insecure or not! I never saw Sabrina but I'm curious to see it right now! I loved the story and how Ana saw herself as Sabrina :)

You are truly amazing, and you put so much effort in every chapter my dear, always searching for everything and giving us not just Ana's and Christian love, but also a lot of knowledge about a lot of subjects! I love you and your work, you are an amazing writer and a very special person sweetie, and you are going to be an enormous success out there, you'll see :)

I hope your sweet daughter is better by now, and that nor you nor anyone else at your house gets sick again! Here is winter so it's time for colds and flu too, but so far we have been ok :)

Get some rest sweetie, you need it! And we are always going to be here waiting for more, so take your time :D

I already read your email, but I'll wait for the other one you said you would send to reply :D

A big kiss, missing you,


Catarina*

Anonymous said...

HNY Emine & fellow readers :D

I waited until midnight for this to be posted and I'm so glad I did! I wanted my comment to make sense so I waited to post it till I had a coffee LOL.

Loved the start of their last leg of the honeymoon. It had all the little touches that made it so C&A. I really liked the Sabrina movie reference you added. I do think Ana in the back of her head (like Christian) wonders if she's good enough for him and of course worries she'll lose him. I liked that you had her express that to him so he could understand where she was coming from. Of course his response to her was perfect <3

I like all the little things you're adding in this that is a lead up to the bigger things to come ie their fight about her name, Leila coming back and of course her getting pregnant and the return of the bitch troll.

I forgot to mention this after the last chapter but I am loving Taylor. So happy you're adding his little moments with them during the honeymoon. He's a really fun element in the story.

Hope your little one is feeling better and thanks as always for a great update!!

-Vee

Sheila Hall said...

Thank you for another exciting chapter, love it when Christian gets all jealous. I cannot begin to tell you how much I am enjoying your chapters of the book, (I am a great fan of 50 Shades Grey trilogy) and I love Christian's POV stories. I found myself thinking what would Christian say/do when I read the original books. Thank you again, look forward to the next chapters, like all your other fans we appreciate your hard work writing it all.

Sheila Hall said...

Oh I forgot to add that I really enjoy all the photos that you add to the chapters.

Cynthia Settimo said...

I hope your daughter is feeling better Emine. This chapter was amazing. It is funny how a man that said he doesn't do heart and flowers can really do it in such a romantic way. And I LOVE how Ana was completely busting the tour guides chops. Cannot wait for the next chapter.

Denale said...

Beautiful....again you have out done yourself Emine..... thank you! Hope your daughter is feeling better and look forward to the next update. Your Rock! Until next week
Denale.

Anonymous said...

I love the name for the tour guide, painlever, which translated loosely for those that don't speak French is rising bread. Thank you! ~ M

Natoria said...

Loved it! And I love the pictures too.

Anonymous said...

So good I'm in love❤❤❤...:)...don't stop!!:)

Amy Headrick said...

♥ it!! Can NOT wait for the next one! Hope you are doing well!!

Angela Ramirez said...

I'm falling in love al over again =D ..... The way you express their surroundings is so beautiful, that Ana and Fifty become my secondary reading focus here, and to put the cherry on top you brought up "Sabrina" .... I named my daughter after that movie, one of my top fave ever. I think of you often, how you manage to do and give so much in a daily base. I am in awe of you, you are amazing.

Maria said...

What a terrific chapter. I love the pictures I've never been to Paris so it's an added bonus for me. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Jean Niemi said...

Excellent as always, I was happy to see this today.

THANK YOU

Jean Niemi said...

excellent as always.
THANK YOU

Mama Goo said...

Another great chapter. To visit France is on my "bucket list", the museums, the palaces came to life with your descriptions & photos. LOVE IT!!!

Can't wait for the story to continue!
Barbara

Anonymous said...

Love the update. I'm always excited when the next chapter is posted. I really enjoy the pictures as I have never been there.

Donna

Anonymous said...

Wow! Wow! Wow! I absolutely loved it!
You are such a talented writer. I always look so forward to your posts, and i love how you include all the photographs too. It's really helpful. Gina

Anonymous said...

i really enjoy ur writing and look forward to ur next chapters but this honeymoon section is like reading a history text book.
Way too much description of the surroundings and not enough of what the characters are actually experiencing.
I would rather have read the actual dialogue of the newlyweds based on their personal knowledge and reactions to seeing the sights that actually read facts as in a text book.
but that is just my opinion.....

ReRe said...

IF ANYONE PLAN A GROUP TRIP TO PARIS PLEASE CONTACT ME! MY HUSBAND DON'T TRAVEL! LOL

Rhonda Womack said...

wonderful love it !!!!

EPFlaig said...

I love the pictures, it really makes me feel like I am there! I just love love love seeing this sweet and romantic side of Christian!!!! You write beautifully!! Thank you!!!!

Rachel Smith said...

I love the pictures....one could only dream to visit these amazing places, I feel like I am experiencing Paris like Ana. Someday I hope to visit there. Thanks for the amazing chapter, as usual you are phenomenal. I can't wait to read the next chapter!!!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you everyone for the comments!

Let me give you a bit of insight. When I write, sometimes I have to write less (information) even though I want to write more, because I've been on a lot of guided tours.

The tour guides do not care that you're on a honeymoon. They provide the information that they give to everyone. Private tours are the same. Seasoned guides who provide such tours may be college professors or guides who have the most experience in showing you things that other new guides lack. I personally prefer the most educated ones, because if I'm going to some place, I would love to learn more.

I too went on a honeymoon-in fact we planned on going to two of them. My husband planned it for the places I loved: Native American areas and ancient roman and greek sites. Both were unforgettable. When we went to the ancient Roman and Greek sites we've spent 5 weeks at the coast of Mediterranean and Aegean visiting.

CG in my mind is an extremely intelligent man. You can't dumb him down. He tailors his speech to around the topics he knows Ana would like. Ana is a romantic. What would be better than to incorporate Versailles or Aphrodite? We know they've been to those places. He knows Paris, he knows French, he knows the culture. We know he's a genius when it comes to ships, airplanes.

You have to remember that I have to get out of my own constraints of my environment and my own way of thinking; because the lifestyle I'm trying to convey here is not an ordinary one. He's the 25th wealthiest man in the world. He affords the best of everything. Do you think he would be satisfied with a half hearted tour for his beloved?

The hypothesis that the newlyweds wouldn't talk that way is fallacious in this case. They're not ordinary people. I'd be dumbing Christian down. He's an articulate man, not just on the topic of sex. Would he not use an opportunity like this to impress his wife?

Paris is a city for all senses. One has to be there to fully comprehend her impact, and if I was there, I'd be soaking everything up like sponge.

Carol said...

Hi Emine! I think.you did a great job on this chapter and I agree on your assessment of Christian's thoughts. Definitely include pics because it puts an image to the words. Thank you for taking me through Europe!! Love, Carol

Anonymous said...

The fact that Emine has written this chapter to reflect both Christian and Ana's desire to acquire knowledge about the world is a testament to Emine's strength as a writer. Christian would have planned a honeymoon that would not only fulfill Ana's sexual desires but also her intellectual thirst for knowledge about the places, people, and the history they encounter on their trip. Again, recognition that BOTH Ana and Christian are intellectually driven and that they both passionately crave knowledge is essential to accurately portraying these characters. As Emine illustrates, there is no way Christian would not have commissioned the most knowledgable scholars to give them the guided tours. He appreciates Ana's intellect and thus, wants to satisfy her desire to acquire knowledge in all realms of life. Anyways, thank you again Emine for this chapter. It is truly the type of details that you have included here as well as your great understanding of the characters that makes you a fantastic writer.

Friend with a concussion ( but healing well)

mzthang said...

Emine,

Thank you once again for a magnificent chapter. Your inclusion of the pictures makes it even more exciting since i've never been to these places and the pics provide a visual for me to enjoy even more.

The historical facts are wonderful, some I know and some I am just learning about so you are educating me in the process.

Keep up the good work as we eagerly anticipate the next chapter.

PS: How is your daughter doing?

~hugs from~
being educated in the Caribbean.

Rose M. Wesley said...
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Rose M. Wesley said...

Just finished reading your last 2 chapters, as I have been behind because of the Holidays. And absolutly love them both. Amazing writing as usual. I noticed you mentioned that some do not like the photos you add. I love them. As I read the books and many of your chapters I would try to invision some of the places they would talk about. The beauty of the skyline and Ana's clothes and you putting up the pictures makes it that much better. Keep up the amazing work.

Anonymous said...

Absolutely perfect! I love reading the historical side of their honeymoon, for when you visit someplace like they are, you don't just being in your room making love. My husband is from Belgium and has visited just about everywhere you speak of. He enjoys it when I have him read the details and it shows him that the Fifty Shades books are just about BDSM. So much more of a love story than I thought is what he says most of the time. You definitely bring out Christian's "50" with jealously and his admiration of Ana. You are also giving her credit for knowing quite a lot as well. Ana is not a naive little girl as we sometimes get lost with. THANK YOU!
Judi C. - Colorado

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine..

Happy new year..

I have been reading christian pov from book 1....I really enjoyed it.
But this is the first time i am posting a comment..

With the last couple of chapters...i felt it kind of a bit dragging.

Jenfer said...

Emine,

What a FABULOUS chapter!! Christian is so wonderful to show Ana everything she ever wanted to see! And, the pictures give so much more depth to the story! Love it!!!!

Thanks for all you do for us!

Love & Laters!

Jennifer

P.S. Did you get the picture of my cowboy with the horse? Mmmmm...he's lovely!! :)

Martha Baltazar said...

Another great chapter Emine. I love all the pictures because it brings back memories of when I went to Paris many years ago. Thank you so much for this fantastic chapter. Looking forward to the next one.

ashley owens said...

I am a new fan of yours. I can't wait for more chapters of book 3 to come. You are doing amazing, I'm really enjoying your writings. Thank you

Kaniemer10 said...

Can't wait for the next chapter. I LOVE your writings! They are always beautiful & sooooo much more intriguing from Christian's POV. Thank you!!

Anonymous said...

Emine

Love your writings....Do u have any plans for Gideon cross point of view of crossfire series.

Anonymous said...

I love your writing. I appreciate the time you take to research the facts and incorporate pictures. I will probably never get to visit Paris in person so it is really intriguing to see all the photos and read some of the interesting details. You have such a good way of writing Christian and depicting his true love of Ana. Love those characters- it truly is a wonderful love story.

Anonymous said...

My first trip with my friend was to paris, we spent 7 days constantly walking and visiting all the sights and museums :D
So if you like sight seeing and history then I would definitely go. Plus the fashion there is amazing, I managed to go see a Valentino exhibition.

CM

Krystal Bailey said...

Great chapter as always! I appreciate the visuals as well as the info. Always a delight to read! Thank you!

gezinvandorp said...

Help emine

I love your chapter and i can want till the next chapter Because i want to kno's whats About christians head when Anastasia tell to him thans she is pregnant. But you most going on with this I love it

Greetings from the Netherland

Rachel Smith said...

I thought I posted something the other day, Emine you know your writing is amazing as usual, I love that you painted such a wonderful picture of Paris, and the many beautiful places in the city. I want to visit someday and enjoy this all. I can't wait to see his reaction when she steals the sea boat. I can't wait

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Guys!

The upcoming chapter will the final portion of the honeymoon and return to home. It's going to take me a little while to get it up though, because I have to translate sections of a medical book. It's going to take me a week and a half. Hoping to get it done sooner. I'll keep writing as I'm translating that way I have some headway.

It's just been a very busy and stressful week all around. But, I want to thank you all for stopping by, reading and leaving notes. I appreciate you all!
❀❀ ❤‿❤ ❀❀

jaimini Dave said...

Hi Emine, Happy New Year to you and to your family! I hope you had a wonderful Xmas and NY. I have been out of touch with the stories, so what an absolute delight when I was able to log in and read the various honeymoon chapters and the Pella Series. I love both!!! The Honeymoon series are so descriptive that I feel that I am transported as Ana and part of the honeymoon with Christian! I wish! :) Have you considered Travel writing, on top of all the other work that you do..because this so just awesome. The Pella series, oh..that is marvelous and I eagerly await for each new chapter. Thank you for writing such wonderful stories. Love Jaimini x

ANA1003 said...

My dearest Emine,
What a gifted writer you are!!
I mean the attention you pay to each and every detail be it the wedding the honeymoon or any other event for that matter is simply exemplary. I simply cant wait to read more.
So stay well and keep writing.
Laters,baby
Ana

Heather Cornejo said...

I have loved every bit of the honeymoon. I've never had a honeymoon, or thought that I wanted/needed one, but after reading about this honeymoon it makes me long for one. Just the love overflowing from the two of them, forgetting all the troubles at home, learning more and more about each other. It's just heavenly.
I am really excited to see Christian back into his moody/controlling ways with Ana at home though. Getting back to real life, seeing how they get along outside their little bubble as Ana calls it.
I can't wait to see where you take them next. You are an amazing writer.

Prince50 said...

Emine',

Girl take your time. I enjoyed this tour of Europe.

Listen I understand people have their opinion so here is mine. I do not believe the story is dragging! What we see is the depth of the CG love as well as CG self loathing.

He is weak in many areas which Ana helps to fortify and the inverse is true about Ana weakness.

It takes work meaning communication not just hot sex.(well hot sex don't hurt either lol) But the point is Emine gives us the tool the evaluate this man thoroughly. It also helps us to see the faults in our own man. Men may not express there emotions but they are just as passionate as we are! Well Ok that is that!

Laters!

"That's the way Love goes" Janet Jackson

Hope said...

Love love love....can't wait for the next chapter

Amber said...

You are doing an awesome job! All of my friends and I are so glad we found your blog. I can't wait to see what you have in store for the Aspen trip and when Ana tells Christian she is pregnant!

ANA1003 said...

Here are a few suggestions for the songs you can include:
Brighter than sunshine(aqualung)
Chasing Cars(snow patrol)
Heart Vacancy(the wanted)
The heart of life(John Mayer)
Hey there Delilah(plain white t's)
Losing myself(plain white t's)
Fast cars(Tracy Chapman)
Angel in the night(basshunter)
Need you now(lady antebellum)
Just a kiss(lady antebellum)
Thanx
Love
Ana

Nicoletta Cuppone said...

Ciao Ermine,
take your time, we can wait.

You're a Wonder Woman for me.

Mary Wasowski said...

Hey Emine! waiting patiently for the next installment, I love your writing and reading your blog is my best thing to do every tuesday! Did you fall asleep again at your desk? ha ha, hope all is well

Anonymous said...

I loved this chapter as Paris is one of my favorite places in the world!! Loved the places that they went to and all of the explanations!!!

Anonymous said...

Great chapter! And love the pictures! Thank you.
Danielle

Patricia said...

Plis chapter XII,help me!!!!!!

Holly said...

Can't wait for the next chapter! This one was fantastic! Hope everyone is feeling better in your home and your friend is okay. Have a wonderful day :)

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

I know that all of you are waiting for Ch XII.

I will update on Jan 25th. I have to work-unfortunately with translations the work gets to be very tedious, very time time consuming, and I have to finish translating several chapters of a medical book.

I'm sorry for the wait, and thank you for your patience!

Patricia said...

Thanx,Emine I love you so much!!!!!

Nessa said...

Emine, você tem feito um trabalho fantastico sei que a cada novo capitulo esta se superando. sei que a demora ira ser recompensada com os teus capitulos. força e se dedique ao seu trabalho que iremos aguardar ansiosos! abraços minha grande amiga!

Charm D said...

EmIne,

Thank you for another amazing chapter. It was soooo romantic!! It made me think back to my recent visit to Paris,it truly is a magical place.

Tash said...

You are amazing!!!!!! What more can be said. Much love xx

GediGyrl said...

I'm absolutely loving the honeymoon!! I happen to LOVE the way you're adding history and showing us his thoughtfulness in the way he planned everything. I truly believe this is exactly what he would've done. I agree 100% that CG would never have accepted lackluster guides who skipped over details and didn't satisfy their mind as well their eyes. Amazing job as usual Eminé! Definitely looking forward to his reaction of her topless nap! Lol Good luck with your translation work!

Anonymous said...

Whens the next chapter coming???????

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

The new chapter will be posted this Friday :)

Danisa Mashamba said...

i love this blog. i keep on coming everyday to check for a new chapter even though i know it'll be on Friday. i think i am addicted to the page because i end up rereading the chapters. i think i read book I and II 3 times now. *Wink*

Anonymous said...

I am a new fan... Love the books...Look forward to friday when the next chapter is there... You do such nice work...
I am having problems downloding the books, hope you will find the time some day to send me an PFD fil for them on my e-mail..
nina-ohl@ofir.dk

Annalisa said...

Emine, I'm an italian reader...I think your chapters are really amazing!!!!
Thank you soo much for doing this...and I can't wait to read more!!! :)))

Annalisa

Ellie said...

You are amazing! Best Christian Grey POV I have read. I love yours and another POV at christiangrey50shades.blogpost.com

I really like yours though because it covers things that Christian did when Ana wasn't there!! When are you going to post another one??? I can't wait for the next chapter!!

-Ellie

Awhina Turinui said...

I am absolutely head of heels for this blog thank you Emine! lol
You are an amazing writer your passion really does show in your work, I like every other addict come back week after week (every damn day!!) to follow this epic love storey.
Thank you for the journey, wishing everyone happiness and love in this new year. Stay safe and blessed xx

Izwoody said...

Great chapter as always:) luv how you tie in Christians point of view with the book, it gives a full picture of situations. Keep up the good work!!!

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine,

Hope your doing well. Do you have a posting time for today?

Love
S

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hello everyone!

I will be updating at about 7 p.m. PST today! Hope everyone's been well.

love you all!

Audrey said...

I will be well as soon as i get my fix hehehee... Thank you! Thank you! Thank you in advance!!

Anonymous said...

Already by the new chapter? Thank you

Anonymous said...

All I have to say is don't stop writing
You give the FSOG fans what we've been craving, more Christian!

ReRe said...

Sitting here tapping my fingers in anticipation................

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Rere-it's been up for 1 1/2 hrs already.
http://eminethe1st.blogspot.com/2013/01/book-iii-chapter-xii-christian-and.html

Sanna said...

Enjoying the honeymoon so much! But I guess not as much as Christian and Ana :)

m.y.humbleopinion said...

I just found your blog following a New York Times reference.....and I am delighted. Your writing is excellent. Your Christian POV is far better than EL James. This honeymoon chapter was exceptional. Thank you.

m.y.humbleopinion said...

I just found your blog following a New York Times reference.....and I am delighted. Your writing is excellent. Your Christian POV is far better than EL James. This honeymoon chapter was exceptional. Thank you.