Topic: Finally Freed

Victoria Granger

Date: 2014-11-22 06:54 EST
((Fair warning, it's Jon and Vicki. Adult situations are a given!))

Today was the day they had all been waiting for - or not. Okay, so it was the day Jon had been waiting for, but not for the expected reasons. Tonight was the premiere of Fifty Shades Freed, the final installment in the trilogy of movies Jon had signed up for three years ago, in an attempt to recoup some of the money he'd lost on his - or rather, Humphrey's - investment in Lelah's baby, 21twelve studios. He had since more than made up for the loss and then some; it was no longer about money so much as fulfilling a commitment.

Fifty Shades Freed, indeed. The Freed part was right, anyway. Jon couldn't help but be glad to at last be able to say goodbye to the character of Christian Grey forever and turn his attention to other projects. Such as Rhy'Din Nights. There was potential there for another film project, if he and Mataya could manage to get the proper funding. But right now, all he really cared about was the theater and the little family he called his own. He'd promised Vicki a vacation sometime soon, but now that they had two children in tow, it was difficult deciding just where to go. At the moment, though, Jon's thoughts were focused on the premiere and on what color suit to wear.

"Vicki?" he called from the vicinity of the walk-in closet that housed his ridiculously large wardrobe of designer clothes. "Black or blue, what do you think?"

"What, you're not going with grey?" his merry tempered wife asked him teasingly from the bedroom, where she was contemplating the dress laid out on the bed. Liv was a minor wonder when it came to making sure Vicki was properly decked out, but this time around, it had been Miranda who had taken her in hand. Thank god for magic underwear, was all she could really say about it.

"Grey is so....grey," Jon remarked, as he contemplated various tuxedos, suits, and tie combinations. Thankfully, he had a good eye for fashion. Being a Granger, maybe it was just in the blood, or maybe it was the fact that he'd been modeling clothes for various fashion designers - including his cousin Miranda - almost since he could walk. "I'm thinking black. What do you think?"

"You always look good in black," Vicki agreed, wandering to the door of the walk-in-closet. She was still in just her slip, letting her body get used to the constriction of the SPANX holding in what was left of her baby belly. Likewise, her heels were on for virtually the same reason. "Blue's more of an afternoon color, anyway," she added thoughtfully. "And knowing 'Taya, she's laid on a massive spread for the party."

"I wish we could just skip it," he complained quietly, finally deciding on a classic black tuxedo and pulling it out of the closet. It was perfect for evening and he couldn't go wrong wearing basic black. It was no big secret that he wasn't really looking forward to a big party and would just as soon be curled up on the couch in his pajamas with the wife and kids.

"It's the last one," she reminded him gently, knowing how much he hated the crowds that always gathered at these big events. She moved to join him, curling her arms about her husband from behind as she pressed a kiss behind his ear. "Just tonight, and then Christian Grey can go to bed and never come out again."

"Thank God," he murmured, unable to do much to either encourage or discourage that embrace as he was currently pulling the tuxedo out of the closet. He smiled when he felt her lips touch his neck, however. He was putty in her hands and always had been. "Well, he might come out every now and then, if you want him to," he teased. As far as Jon was concerned, the only one who got to see that side of him from here on out was his wife. He hung the tux on a hook and turned to face his wife, gaze wandering over her half-clad form. "Nice....shoes, Mrs. Granger," he said with a smirk.

She laughed at his smirking compliment, twirling for his benefit alone. "You like them' Tell you what ....you wear the dress, and I'll wear the tux," she suggested mischievously, fairly sure Miranda would visit a truly terrible revenge on her if he agreed to this.

He laughed at her suggestion, remembering having to wear heels just once in his life. It was something he never wanted to repeat again, in a professional capacity or otherwise. "Not on your life. I wouldn't last an hour in those shoes!" he replied with a grin. It was their own private joke really - theirs and Mataya's. They had Juno to thank for that.

"You wouldn't be pregnant this time," Vicki protested laughingly, reaching up to gently cradle his face between her hands. "I love you," she reminded him affectionately, brushing her lips to his. "But you should really put some clothes on before I make us late for your last night."

"The party doesn't start 'til we get there," he reminded her with a grin, far too open to his wife's mischievous suggestions. The kids were with a sitter for the evening, and they had the whole night to themselves. Jon slid his arms around his wife's waist, standing there in his boxers and t-shirt and little else, and bent his head to press a soft kiss to her sweet lips. "What do you say we cut out early?" he asked, plying her with another kiss before continuing. "We could check into a hotel for a few hours and give Christian Grey a proper farewell."

"Mmm, sounds like you're feeling a little frisky tonight," she teased laughingly, easing into his arms as he kissed her. "Why not go all the way and defile Mataya's office while she's not looking?" Somehow, Vicki always found a way to one-up him, even if she rarely followed through on her slightly wicked suggestions. "Should I leave my panties at home, Mr. Granger?"

"Mmm," he murmured, his voice muffled against the side of her neck suddenly. His body's reaction to those kisses was becoming painfully obvious. "We have a stretch limousine all to ourselves," he reminded her. The studio had suggested he arrive with Aimee, but he had insisted on a private limousine to share with his wife. He was the star of the show, after all, and had at least a little pull.

She sighed, always more than content to be exactly where she was, wrapped up in Jon's arms. Despite the various bumps in the road they had overcome since he had first wandered into her life, there was no one else she could ever have imagined spending her life with. Her lips brushed his neck tenderly. "If you get dressed promptly, maybe we could leave early and arrive late," she murmured teasingly against his ear.

Victoria Granger

Date: 2014-11-22 06:58 EST
"Or we could take our damned time about it," he countered, pushing her slowly back toward the bed. As barely dressed as they both were, it wouldn't take much time or persuasion to enjoy a quickie or two. It was either that or the limo....or maybe both. Vicki had learned early on that there was one sure-fire way to make her studly husband relax, and it wasn't a back-rub.

She grinned as he eased her back onto the bed, feeling the soft silk of the dress beneath her shoulders. "If we crumple this dress, Miranda is going to kill me," she warned him impishly. "And probably stake me out in front of her shop as an example to anyone who buys her designs and doesn't look after them."

"So long as we don't stain it," he remarked, his hands moving up against the soft curves of his wife's body. No matter how long they'd been together and how many times they'd memorized each other, they never seemed to tire of it, always inventing new and more creative ways to take pleasure in each other.

Vicki laughed, nuzzling a tender kiss to his lips. He knew exactly how to push her buttons; in fact, the only time she had ever said no had been while he had a broken leg, and even then, she'd ambushed him in the shower not more than half an hour later. "I love my husband."

"And I love hearing you say it, wife," Jon replied, lips covering hers to muffle that laugh and offer what could only be described as a toe-curling kiss. He had certainly learned what his wife liked and was more than willing to give her what she wanted, even when the timing was slightly inconvenient.

He was, however, fortunate in his co-star. Even if Jon and Vicki were horrendously late, they could count on Aimee to fill the time. She never seemed to get bored of posing for photographs or signing autographs. The studio had even had to schedule extra time just to get her from the limo to the door at every premiere. Which was just as well, really, because Vicki was definitely not letting go of Jon now until he followed through, no matter how long it took.

Jon didn't much care how late they were, especially considering the fact that he and Vicki had had so very little time to themselves since baby Ben had been born. He wasn't about to waste any time once the opportunity presented itself. Jon had never been a hurried lover, preferring to take his time and explore, but since they'd become parents, he had learned how to make the most of little stolen moments, such as these, and take full advantage of them. To that regard, he had learned how to flip Vicki's switch on pretty quickly and bring her to a rising boil. He wasted very little time doing just that now, knowing the limo was due to arrive any minute.

Even the insistent ringing from the house phone and both their cells wasn't enough to distract them, far too aware that the production team had a tendency to try and hurry them along early anyway. Rising high and falling, ecstatic, into her husband's arms was far more important than being on time to this shindig, anyway, and Vicki knew Jon as well as he knew her. For every button of hers he pushed, she found one of his, always determined to bring him with her, no matter how short a time they had to play together.

It wasn't until someone started banging on the door to their suite that Jon took the summons seriously. He was only half dressed in a t-shirt, both his shorts and Vicki's panties discarded on the the floor, her gown partially rumpled by their escapades. Thankfully, they had already reached fever-pitch and were on the way down when the summons came at the door, an insistent but muffled voice on the other side, most likely from one of their security detail, reminding them that time was a-wasting.

"Mr. Granger! Your limo is here."

Jon growled and buried his face against his wife's shoulder at the sound of the voice beckoning them to get on with their evening.

Unfortunately for the man on the other side of the door, Vicki burst into peals of giggles at the interruption, making it impossible not to guess what was keeping the couple. Her hands stroked gently through Jon's hair as he growled against her neck, grinning at the ceiling. "Someone give him a cup of coffee," she called back merrily. "We'll be down in twenty minutes!"

"To hell with the premiere!" Jon grumbled, relieved his wife had bought them some time. Thankfully, they had not been interrupted in the middle of things or it would have been extremely upsetting. "It's the first night we've had to ourselves in months!" he complained, making no move to get off her. He was always feeling lazy after a good go at sex, and would have much rather languished in bed than go to a red carpet event, even if he was the man of honor.

Still laughing as grumbling and footsteps described the unfortunate security guard's retreat, Vicki sighed softly, turning her lips against Jon's temple. "It's only for a few hours," she reminded him tenderly. "And we have all night, and most of tomorrow." She snorted teasingly. "And at least this time you won't get me pregnant again."

"Oh, God..." Jon laughed, rolling his eyes, his grumpiness forgotten. How could he possibly stay grumpy when he was married to someone who always knew what to say or do to change his mood" "I have a few weeks off. What do you say we go away for a while, Mrs. Granger?" He wasn't suggesting they go away alone, but a family retreat before the holidays turned Maple Grove upside down.

She grinned triumphantly, always pleased with herself when she could coax Jon out of a bad mood. Her lips brushed his cheek. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," she admitted quietly, knowing Mataya wouldn't even blink if she asked for a couple of weeks to spend time with her family. How the Shanachie was a success when anyone who needed time off could just ask for it was anyone's guess. "And if you behave yourself tonight for the next few hours, I'll let you choose where." She chuckled, blue eyes sparkling as she reached down to spank his rear end fondly. "Up you get. I need to put that bloody dress on."

"Oh, I think I've already decided," he said, his own blue eyes sparkling to mirror hers, planting a final playful kiss against his wife's lips before rolling off to finish getting dressed for the evening. "I was thinking about a trip to England to see your father, and then maybe on to Paris."

Vicki laughed, easing herself up off the bed. "Oh, Dad'll love that," she smiled, delighted by the prospect of descending on her father for a few days with both children. Christopher Marshall adored his grandchildren, and he'd even forgiven Jon for having regular sex with his daughter because of them. She twisted, shaking out the soft silk of her dress in the hope that the wrinkles weren't too bad. "Disneyland Paris, by any chance?"

Victoria Granger

Date: 2014-11-22 07:02 EST
"Disneyland Paris is perfect!" he exclaimed as he swooped down to snatch up his discarded shorts and step back into them. "My wife is a genius!" he said with a smirk, though he had also been thinking about lounging in a cafe and sipping Parisian coffee and nibbling on croissants.

Oh, she knew where his mind had likely gone, but she also knew that attempting to lounge in a cafe with two children under three was a fool's hope. They couldn't even lounge in the evening on their own couch unless they'd spent the day deliberately tiring their two little terrors out thoroughly. Sliding into the burgundy red silk, she shimmied to settle it over her slip, not bothering to replace her panties. She knew what to expect from the evening, after all. "Hardly a genius, stud muffin," she chuckled, checking her reflection as she twisted to fasten the zipper beneath her arm. "Just a big kid at heart."

Was it any wonder one of their first official dates had been to a carnival" They hadn't even made it to Intermission on their first date before sneaking out of the theater, unable to keep their hands to themselves for very long. "Me or you?" he teased as he drew the tuxedo from the hanger to put himself into it. If he'd ever been to Paris, he didn't remember it, and the thought of exploring with her made him as giddy as a schoolboy, even if it was just Disneyland. "We could always leave the kids with your dad for a few days and sneak away," he suggested, knowing a few days was about all either could stand before they missed the little urchins too much to stay away much longer.

"Mmm, now there's a thought," she agreed with a wicked little grin, turning her attention to correcting the damage done to hair and make up during their little tryst. Three years in Jon's spotlight had taught Vicki an awful lot about how to present herself, even if she hadn't started doing it properly until after Emily was born. "How about spending a few days with Dad, and then leaving the kids with him for a weekend" We could get him to join us in Disneyland with them after that."

"Like I said, my wife is a genius," he remarked as he donned his tuxedo, one piece at a time. It was the tie that always gave him - and most men - the most trouble. His hair was a little awry following their tryst, but he had a feeling his fans wouldn't fault him for it. His hair - like Jennifer Lopez's rear - was a marketable commodity, though he hadn't gone so far as to insure it yet.

She chuckled, carefully flicking her hair back to almost its original state before rising once again, smoothing her dress. "Will I disgrace you, do you think?" she teased him, twirling once again.

He whistled appreciatively as he turned to take in the view of his wife in a Miranda Granger original. "Hell, no, but Aimee might get jealous," he teased, not really caring one way or the other. It didn't really matter what anyone else thought; as far as Jon Granger was concerned, his wife was the sexiest woman alive.

She laughed, moving to save him from his own tie. "You always say exactly the right thing," she told him affectionately, batting his hands out of the way to sort out the bow at his neck. "And frankly, Aimee's the one everyone's lusting after with hope. That should more than make up for the fact that Christian Grey is married to a woman who will permanently maim anyone who tries to get their hands on him."

"I'm not Christian Grey, Vicki," he reminded her soberly, dropping his hands to his sides as she adjusted his tie, a small frown on his face. The truth was, he was closer to Christian Grey than even he cared to admit, though he wasn't into pain. Pleasure was an entirely different matter, however. "I want to go somewhere where no one will know or care about Christian Grey or Jonathan Granger." Now, that was a tall order, though he rarely ran into the kinds of fans in England that he did elsewhere.

She kissed him tenderly. "I know you're not him, love," she assured him, her tone warm and loving. "You're my husband, the father of my children, and a wonderful actor. And Christian Grey can take a running jump."

Reassured by his wife, Jon's moment of worry was short-lived, that patented Jonathan Granger smile replacing the frown. "He's not real," Jon pointed out again, a fact some fans seemed to forget. "I am. It's not Anastasia Steele I lust after, but Victoria Granger."

"Good," she grinned. "Because you got my virginity years before she ever saw the light of day." She smoothed his lapels gently, stepping back to look him over. "God, you're just too tempting," she laughed, shaking her head as she turned to grab her clutch. "Come on, before we really get into trouble."

He chuckled at her compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," he returned the favor, which was a vast understatement. He didn't feel the need to remind her that they had the whole limousine to themselves, along with all the usual bonuses - the champagne and caviar and chocolate and whatever else the studio had seen fit to supply for their pleasure. No expense had been spared for this the last installment of movies. Thankfully, the studio hadn't insisted on breaking that final movie into two parts. "I'll be right down," he told her, pressing a kiss against her forehead. There was one final thing he needed to do and he didn't want her to see him doing it. Let her think he was making a last trip to the bathroom.

"Okay, sweetheart." She teased her fingertips against his cheek with a smile. "I'll go and mollify whoever it is that's yelling at the security again. Do not take too long," she added, poking the end of his nose playfully. "I am not above making you drive yourself to this thing and having the limo all to myself, you know." She winked at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder, and turned to slip out through the door.

He laughed, knowing it was an empty threat and that she was highly unlikely to do any such thing. "Yes, dear," he replied like a dutiful husband. Little did she know he did not need to make a bathroom stop before leaving, but wanted a moment to slip a little something into his coat pocket that he planned on making use of later.

Who needed a tie when the box under the bed had all kinds of interesting things to make use of when the mood struck"

((Who, indeed" With Fifty Shades... finally out of the way, what is Jon going to do with his time? Stay tuned, and maybe we'll find out soon!))