I take a sip of my hot tea as I gaze out the window onto the busy streets of Seattle. It's a Sunday afternoon and I decided to take some time out after a busy week at work; just me, myself and the world enclosed in the pages that lay open in front of me.

Life was okay. In fact, more than okay. I secured a good job at a publishing company and for the first time in months, I had money for bills and living expenses. Now, I wasn't depending on Kate for everything.

I was beginning to the see the world in a different light. The skies were bluer than ever and I've began to notice the freshness of the air around me more often than I had before. I sigh contentedly, smiling to myself as my mind wanders back to the world of the book I've become so engrossed within; my eyes are quick to find the place in which I'd left off.

Just as I settled and turned the page, the door to the small, intimate cafe flew open and banged shut, stunning the few people that I was sitting amongst into silence. The figure stood there breathless; he pushed a few wayward strands of dark copper hair off his forehead. His coat was pulled high around his neck, keeping him warm and secured, displaying his broad shoulders. As it looked that he was trying his very best to keep his identity hidden. He kept his head down, focusing on the line ahead of him.

I continue watching him for a moment, curious about who he is. My heart began to drum rapidly against my chest as he stared right at me, his gray eyes soft and warm and so fiercely intense that I couldn't bring myself to look away from him until the room fell back into the relaxed murmur of chattering, and it was only then that I lowered my eyes to the page once more.

"Excuse me? I apologize for intruding, but do you mind if I sit here?" My eyes snap upwards to meet the figure that had previously interrupted the stillness of the cafe. His fingers were already unbuttoning his heavy, expensive black trench coat and he pulled the chair outwards with his foot, ready for him to sit on. I look around to see that all the other tables and chairs were occupied. I've been too wrapped up in my book and my daydreams to notice other people.

"I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" I smile, watching him as he grins down at me.

"Not really." he jokes, before slipping his coat from his arms and hanging it on the back of the chair.

It was only then that I recognized the person in front of me, Christian Grey; an unmistakable perfect grin matched with an unmistakable intimidating presence. I could feel my eyes widen and jaw threatening to drop, so I take a hurried sip from my tea in an attempt to disguise my surprise. I wasn't sure whether he'd noticed or not, but I assume from the amused look on his face that he'd caught my expression. I rest my tea back on the table and clear my throat.

"It took you long enough." I hear his voice and I stare up at him.

"What?"

"Finding out who I am." he answers and I laugh, subconsciously circling the rim of my cup with my index finger.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I thought a millionaire wouldn't be caught dead in one of these small cafes."

"Billionaire." Christian corrects me, while taking a sip of his coffee. I bite my lip, gazing at the ground for my mistake. "How about you? What are you doing here?"

"Oh you know, same." He smirks, reaching into his coat pocket and pulls out his wallet.

"Can I get you anything? As an apology for my unwelcome intrusion."

"No, no, I'm fine. Thank you." I reply coolly, even though I'm almost out of tea.

Christian returns a few minutes later with a tray with two steaming mugs and a chocolate chip muffin. I frown up at him, but he interrupts before I can say anything.

"I saw you pretty much out of tea and I wanted a muffin and I refuse to eat it by myself. Do you seen how big it is?"

I laugh as he places the tray on the table. He was right- it was probably the biggest chocolate chip muffin that I've ever seen in my life. It looked like a heart-attack on a plate.

"Thank you very much." I smile, pushing my empty tea cup to the side and taking the fresh cup from the tray. "You didn't have to."

Christian smiles warmly. "No, I didn't. But I wanted to."

The hot pink blush that I've been resisting rose to my cheeks, burning the skin as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes; overcome with a mixture of flattery and embarrassment that I'd let his words affect me so easily. No wonder so many women have fallen victim to his charm.

Thirty minutes or so passed and we've cleared our drinks and the plate, filling out the time in between bites and sips with random and mindless conversation.

"I should get going." I smile, gathering my book and phone from the table and sliding them into my bag. "Thank you for the drinks and muffin. Like I said, you didn't have to." Christian stands up from his chair as I push mine out, smiling back at me.

"And like I said before, I wanted to."

We both exchange shocking glances as hard rain suddenly begins to lash violently against the window. I walk towards the door and pull it open slightly, peering outside onto the wet gray pavement as water begins to spill over the drains. That's what you get for living in Seattle. Rain splutters against my face as I stand there, trying to work out the quickest route to the bus stop.

"Of all the days for me to forget my umbrella." I mumble, shaking my head in disbelief. Christian appears at my side.

"Well, you can't go out in this." he says, seriously.

"And how else do you suppose that I get home?" Christian thinks for a moment, his gray eyes connecting with my blue ones.

"My place is literally five minutes down the street. Why don't you stay at mine until it passes? It'll probably only be a quick shower." I look up at him, completely taken back by his suggestion.

"No, I couldn't do that. I'll be fine, I'm sure." He looks down at me.

"No, I insist." Christian takes a sudden pause and furrows his brow. "Wait, I didn't even get your name." So he hadn't.

"Anastasia Steele." He smiles thoughtfully.

"Well, Anastasia, I demand that you stay at mine until this passes. No arguments."

I couldn't help but laugh at his stubborn persistence, and I catch him smirking in the corner of my eye as I sigh in defeat. I wasn't exactly use to accepting kind favors from strangers, even if they were in pretty much every newspaper and tabloid in Seattle right now.

"Okay, on three."

"What are you doing?" I giggle.

"I'm giving us a countdown, we need to prepare." I could sense the joking tone in his voice as he reluctantly pushes the door open to the streets in front.

"One." The rain was beating down hard, bouncing back up off of the pavement as it hits the concrete; the sky was a blank canvas behind the row of buildings opposite.

"Two."

I felt his hand on my lower back as he edges me forwards, his lips kinking into a smirk as he gradually applies more pressure. Without hitting the third count, he grips my arm and pulls me into the rain alongside him. I squeal as the cool droplets of water instantly begin to seem through my clothes and drench my hair, following his head we race through the busy streets.

I glance around the huge penthouse, taking in my new surroundings. Wow. I pass this building every day on my way to work and always wondered how it looked inside. It's very neat and everything looks so organized into place. An beautiful, black piano is placed near the ceiling to floor windows that look out at Seattle. I step over to the instrument, running my fingers along the smooth wood and admire it's crafting.

Familiar soft, melodic sound begins to surround me as I play some notes on the piano and I try to remember a piece I used to practice when I was younger. I couldn't help but shut my eyes for a moment and absorb the resonance of the keys beneath my fingers.

Fluttering my eyes open, I jump as Christian stands near the kitchen with a towel and some dry clothes in hand. I wasn't sure how long he was watching me for, but I imagine that it couldn't have been too long.

"You play?" Christian asks, raising his eyebrow in awe of the music filling the room.

"Used to." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. He was now dry, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hung loosely from his slender hips and a tight-black t-shirt. Christian walks towards me, not once breaking eye contact, before passing me the clothes from underneath his arm. I take them from him, enjoying his warm closeness as his fingers graze mine and his lips come dangerously close to my ear.

"Well, I'm impressed." he whispers softly, lingering, before pulling back and looking me straight in the eyes.

This was the first time that I'd been close enough to notice the intensity of his large eyes. They were piercing gray; frosty orbs surrounding thick black pupils that instantly made my mouth go dry. His wet copper curls lay flat atop of his head, sticking to his skin as drops of water rolled timidly down his cheeks.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I gulp.

"Hm?"

"The piano."

His breath is hot against my cold, wet cheek as I listen carefully of his fingers moving across the keys. My heart is pounding wildly against my ribcage as heat pools in my lower abdomen and between my legs, and for a second I forget about the discomfort of my wet clothes against my skin.

"Yes." I whisper, lowering my eyes to his lips; watching intently as his tongue slips between the and wets the deep pink flesh.

Suddenly, the closeness of his body is gone and he creates a lonely space between us. A pang of disappointment surges through me, and I feel the chill of my wet clothes immediately.

"You're shaking, you should get dry."

My mouth falls open as I go to speak yet no words come out. My mind is still paralyzed by the precious moments that has occurred, and as if sensing my problem, Christian quickly continues.

"Bathroom's straight down the hall on the left. You're more than welcome to use the shower." he smiles and I clutch the materials close to my chest, appreciative of his kindness.

"Thank you."

I close my eyes as I revel in the the heat of the water and it wraps itself around me; steam fills the entire bathroom. For a moment, I completely forget where I am. I forget that I'm in a stranger's home, using their shower, shower gels, towel and clothes. Although, he isn't a bad stranger. He is pretty damn famous.

I'm surprised at how relaxed I feel at this moment in time and I let the thought pass, grabbing the towel from the side and dry myself off before I reach for the clothes he provided for me. There's black, yoga pants with a blue shirt. Woman's clothing. Why would he have woman's clothing if he lives alone? He probably has a girlfriend. Well, just my luck.

I enter into the living room, finding Christian in the kitchen pouring tea into two mugs. His attention is focused on the drinks in front of him. Christian turns around and reaches for something into the cabinets. His t-shirt rides up, revealing a band of skin just above the waistband of his sweats. I feel my mouth begin to dry out again as I marvel at him in quiet admiration. I cough, startling him from his concentration.

"Hey, everything okay?"

"Yes, thank you." I reply. "But I should probably get my clothes and be on my way." Christian raises his brow and rests his hands on the counter.

"What's wrong?" he asks, staring at me intensely with his gray eyes.

"Well, uh, why do you have woman's clothing?" Christian coughs, picking up both drinks and hands me one.

"My sister sometimes leaves clothes here." Christian answers, not looking at me directly in the eye. I have a gut feeling that he's lying, but I let it slide.

"Okay." I nod, taking a sip of my tea.

"Are you still cold?" I could hear the amusement in Christian's voice as he turns to face me.

"No, why?"

He smirks and his eyes momentarily slip downwards, pulling the attention of mine with them. I clasp my hands across my chest as I notice my nipples are poking through the thin blue shirt, completely embarrassed that I'm exposing myself to him in that way.

"It's fine, I don't mind." Christian grins, taking a seat on the couch.

I take a few calm breaths as I attempt to dissolve the burning in my cheeks, before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, now very aware of my body's response to being in his presence.

"You have a beautiful home." I whisper, setting my mug on my lap.

"Thank you, but I'm not here much. It's either traveling or at Grey House." Christian replies, his eyes roaming over my body. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze and look around the room.

"Must be nice, doing what you do."

"Yes, it does have it's rewards." he mutters, a smirk growing on his face. "What about you? What do you do?"

"I, uh, work as a editor at a publishing company, Seattle Independent Publishing." Christian raises his brow and he traces his lips with his index finger.

"Well, that's impressive."

"Thank you, sir." His eyes become dark and lustful, I bite my lip and look down at my tea.

"What do you do outside of work?" Christian asks.

"I like to read British literature."

"What's your favorite to read?"

"Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy." I answer, while both of his eyebrows raise in praise.

I notice that the sun has broken through the clouds and the rain has reduced to an nonthreatening drizzling. I begin to shift in my seat as I thought about leaving, and I could feel Christian's eyes on me.

"Going somewhere?" I smile and meet his glimmering gray eyes.

"As nice as your kind hospitality has been, the rain's stopping."

"And?"

"And we agreed that I would leave once the rain had settled." Christian sits upright with one hand casually leaning over the top of the couch and the other in his lap.

"Do you want to leave?"

My pulse begins to accelerate as I think about how to answer his forthright question. Do I want to leave? No. That was the simple answer. I've enjoyed his company and I'm more than thankful for the shower and dry clothes, but there was part of me that still felt like I've intruded on him and his life.

"I've already taken so much of your time." I laugh, getting to my feet. "I'm sure you have something better to do today."

I feel his hand tug on my wrist and spin my around. We are face to face. Closer than before. His grip on my wrist is tight and desperate, but not painful. I swallow harshly as my skin heats rapidly, feeling his grip slowly loosen until my wrist falls limply at my side.

"Stay." Christian murmurs, lowering his head so that our eyes are almost level. His other hand reaches around the side of my waist, touching the patch of my skin on my lower back ever so lightly- so lightly that I have to look down to make sure that I'm not imagining things. "I want you to stay."

I let my eyelids flutter shut as his lips near my own, nudging his nose gently onto mine as a shaky breath falls from his parted lips. I inhale deeply, finding his hand on my waist with my own and hold it close, drawing myself in, before his lips clover mine in a single soft kiss.

Christian pulls away slightly and I open my eyes up to his, searching them frantically with anticipation. His lips twitch upward into a smirk and are soon on mine once more, harder this time, carefully pushing my lips apart with his tongue to seek my own.

"Your clothes are still wet anyways." Christian mutters breathlessly against my lips, I hum quizzically. "I turned the dryer off."

Christian grins as I slap his arm playfully, before pulling him in for another deep kiss. I want him. My body wants him. My nipples are hard and I can feel myself dampening between my legs as his lips and tongue continue to play skillfully. His hands come up to my breasts, massaging them, pressing the flats of his palms against my aching nipples. I thrust my chest upwards, desperate for more as he toys and teases me; lips now descending along my jaw.

His hands slip beneath the t-shirt I have on, pushing the material up my torso until my breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. Christian's thumbs flick over the hard nubs, back and forth, and before I knew it his lips were around my right nipple, and then the other. He alters between the two; sucking, swirling, grazing his teeth until I could feel each of his careful movements in my groin. Christian kisses his way back up to my lips and I grab his hips and pull him flush against me, desperate to feel every part of him.

As I press my crotch against him, I feel his penis begin to stir beneath the soft material of his sweatpants; gradually growing and hardening. His hand slips between us and cups over my pants between my legs, applying a firm pressure as he rubs his palm slowly against me. A small moan releases from my lips as he continues to excite me; hips instinctively rocking back and forth against this palm.

With his other hand, he pulls the tie of my sweats free, before removing his hand from between my legs and slipping it inside. His warm fingers massage my abdomen for a moment, gradually dipping lower and lower, teasing my skin, before his middle finger curls and finds the very top of my already swollen clitoris. I knew I was wet, just as much as he did. His finger slowly circles the excited bundle of nerves as his hips massage my own, smirking each time I moan and shudder against him.

"Looks like your clothes aren't the only ones that are wet." Christian teases.

I laugh breathlessly as his finger dips further between my legs until the very tip was inside of me, carefully teasing the sensitive tissue. My knees threatened to buckle but Christian's other hand is wrapped tightly around my lower back supporting the majority of my weight. I want to come but I need more from him.

Christian lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. Our mouths connect again as he leads his way towards the bedroom. Along the way, I manage to lose my t-shirt as we stumble into the room. I feel somewhat vulnerable, now standing completely exposed before Christian, who still has his clothes on. His eyes trace each of my curves, bringing my nipples to hard peaks once more.

"You are so beautiful." Christian's voice is soft as he slowly makes his way towards me, until I can feel the heat radiating from his own body.

I blush and his hands skim my waist, up to my breasts and back down past my hips, just as his eyes have done only moments ago

"Lie back." he whispers with a quiet command as he nods towards the bed, I feel compelled to follow his words. I step backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed, and then sat down.

Christian walks over to the drawer next to the bed and pulls it open, watching him take out a condom. He drops the metallic wrapper on the floor and looks over to me with a smirk. My excitement soars with arousal and anticipation as my eyes flicker between the condom and him.

"Comfortable?" Christian smirks, running his fingers through my hair.

I grasp at his waist as I pull him on top of me so that his hips are resting between my thighs. His face is flush and cock rock hard against me, and I reach for his t-shirt, but his hands stop me.

"No, I don't like my chest or shoulders being touched." Christian explains and I nod, placing my hands on his biceps.

He kneels back and pushes his sweatpants from his hips and over his erection, tossing them onto the floor. Christian looks absolutely incredible. I admire his broad shoulders and very muscular arms underneath his shirt.

"How do you want me to take you?" he whispers hotly into my ear, sliding his hands down my body. I hum in satisfaction as I feel his dick hot and hard against me.

"Just like this." Christian smirks against my ear, before his lips gaze along my cheek.

"Good, because I want to see your face." My face becomes red hot and I try to remain relaxed. But the anticipation is killing me.

He shifts his weight on to his left elbow and takes his shaft into his other hand, slowing running it back and forth over my clit. Our lips meet and I couldn't help but raise my hips in desperation to his tease.

"Would you stop teasing me and fuck me already?" I yell and Christian raises his brow, his eyes dark with lust.

"I aim to please, Miss. Steele."

I gasp as he slowly begins to ease himself in, stretching me to his girth with my legs on the outside of his. I grip onto his biceps as he slides himself the rest of the way in, until our stomachs are touching and his copper curls are tickling my forehead.

"You're so tight and wet." he breathes, withdrawing his hips and entering me once more.

I gasp for air as each nerve-ending sparks, clenching my muscles as I draw him in. He's taking things slow, creating the most intense pressure deep within my abdomen. I was in heaven; completely oblivious to everything except Christian and how he's making me feel.

I move my hands to his clothed lower back, pulling him closer and enjoying the hard flex of his tight muscles beneath my hands. Christian's pace increases, investing the entirety of his weight into each thrust, and now becoming hard and fast. His hips crash down onto my own as he begins to lose his composure and his carnal instincts burn strong, as he maneuvers his knee so that he could hitch my leg high around his waist and achieve deeper penetration.

My hands hands frantically try to search for something to grip on to. But he lets go of my leg and quickly holds my hand above my head, keeping his rhythm as our fingers lace and I squeeze his tightly. I know that I'm going to come soon and Christian's working up my body marvelously. And like a tight elastic band, it was only a matter of time before I snapped.

"I'm going to come in a minute." Christian pants, suddenly reducing his movements to a slow grinding. I also begin to feel myself tighten around him.

He continues to roll his hips slowly; sweat forming on his brow as shaky breaths escape both sets of lips. Within moments my entire body is trembling in ecstasy as I cry out his name over and over again. The spasm of my tight muscles bring out his own climax, and he comes above with his eyes squeezing shut and his lower lip trapped between his teeth.

"Wow." My voice breaks the silence that has been ensued for the past ten minutes or so as we both lay in silent awe.

My eyes are still shut as I revel in the hazy aftermath, but I feel the bed move as Christian props himself onto his elbow and slides his hand over my stomach. His fingers are warm and gentle and I hum in appreciation, before slowly opening my eyes to the outside world. A bright sunlight lightening through the windows and I guess that it must be preparing to set.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Seven fifteen." Christian replies.

I want nothing more than to shut my eyes and fall back into a blissful half-sleep, but I know that I have to leave. Also, I have work to prepare for the morning. I sigh as I sit up and try to bring myself back to reality, now realizing I had sex with Christian Grey. Christian's watching me with a lazy smile; his shirt now removed and I see scars on his chest. I bite my lip, wondering how he got them, but now piecing together that's why he didn't want me to touch him there.

"I really have to go this time." I smile, getting to my feet.

My legs feel like jello as I pull the blanket from the chair next to the bed and wrap it around me, before making my way to the laundry room, where I saw him put my clothes earlier. They were still slightly damp, but wearable; and I slip my underwear on and dress myself in my jeans and blouse. I jump as Christian appears at the door, with his sweatpants and shirt on.

"Are your clothes dry?"

"They're a little damp, but I'll manage." I murmur.

"Are you sure you don't want to borrow something of my sister's?" Christian asks, but I shake my head.

"I'm fine, really. But thank you for the offer." I reply, smiling.

As we reach the elevator, I turn to face Christian.

"Thanks again for your hospitality." I grin, feeling my cheeks burn. He's amused by me again. "I need to stop amusing you like this." Christian grins back at me.

"I like you amusing me." We stand, staring at one another, and just as I go to press the button, Christian's voice speaks once more.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks and I raise my eyebrow, biting my lip.

"What?" Christian places his hands in his pockets.

"Answer the question." he orders.

"I have work."

"Until..." Christian says, nodding his head. I feel like a small child in front of him.

"Until six."

"And after that?"

"Go home, I guess?" Thinking for a moment.

"I think you should come here tomorrow after work." Christian suggests, his face serious and intense. I'm shocked by his sudden proposal.

"And why do you think that?" I challenge him and he smirks.

"I'd like to have dinner with you." My pulse begins to accelerate as he looks me straight in the eyes.

"Okay."

"Good, I'll look forward seeing you tomorrow." Christian states and I nod. Truth be told, I couldn't wait.

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