A.N. Long time no... anything! Thank you for the reviews for my other stories. Someone recently PM'd me asking for another story and I responded saying I had nothing in the pipeline. That was true. Then this morning I was reading something online and thinking about the movie release and I thought upon this situation. I envision about 3 chapters in total. I hope you enjoy it. Kindly review if you are so inclined – reminder that I do this for fun!

This is a slightly AU story. Both have had the same upbringing but Christian hasn't met Elena and consequently hasn't gotten into the lifestyle. He's still 50 shades I guess but without BDSM he's had to learn to cope with his intimacy issues in a different way. Christian and Ana are in the same city from the get go.

In this story there will be some online chat. I'm using a bold font to indicate this. It won't go on the whole story and I hope it works. AND FYI I've never done this, nor am I advocating it. It's just a story and just for fun! But all the same – be safe online!

It's late, it's Friday and Christian Grey has decided to give himself the night off. He's tired of working and he's exhausted trying to play the dating game. Even as he thinks those thoughts he rolls his eyes. Who would actually call his stilted, awkward efforts dating? His natural presence, his grace and reputation might mask his emotions but deep down that's how he feels. Never at ease, never off guard. He knows the reason these women stick around is the money. The chance to bed, to bag, Seattle's most famous bachelor. What would they say if they knew of his natural shyness? The lack of emotional intelligence he tells himself he suffers? Those few dates that have progressed have done so on his terms, allowing him to walk away once he's satisfied his basic primal need.

But it's been a while. Too long. He's frustrated and needy. He hasn't the patience to remedy it the old fashioned way so, not for the first time, he makes his way to his computer and lurks around message boards and chat rooms; contemplating the possibility of an anonymous, satisfying, one night stand. In his head he's already worked out the complexities. That's how his brain works. He hasn't gotten himself a username but he's worked it out to the nth degree. There would be lawyers; there are always lawyers in his life. There'd be paperwork; something guaranteeing privacy for both parties. There would be background checks and health testing. Grey, you old romantic, he thinks as he again rolls his eyes at his less than perfect effort.

Truthfully, however, this is all he's known. He had a hard start in life and despite the love of his adopted family and years of therapy, he's never moved beyond basic affections. He knows there is something missing in his life, maybe in him but he's not hurting anyone. There's no harm in casual; in something anonymous, one night of need fulfilled without the strings, without the preamble. That's what he thinks anyway.

Across town in a very modest studio there is another long time lurker hovering over the same sites. Anastasia Steele has the same need to satisfy but for totally different reasons. She's been disappointed in all previous, brief relationships, including one regrettable, messy and short tryst with former friend Jose. She hasn't the time to devote to cultivating a fledgling relationship. She has school to attend, work and a nonexistent social life to contend with. Some impersonal one night stand isn't exactly what she's after but for a long time she's been looking for something. Something more that she's had before, way more. Maybe she's spoiled, maybe she's read too many romantic novels with too many perfect protagonists but as a literature student that's an occupational hazard. Right now she has an itch she wants to scratch and maybe it's that second glass of wine coursing through her veins but tonight she wants to see her fantasies come alive.

Ana tries to think of a username. Something that will give her anonymity but also reflect a little of her. What would Kate pick she thinks? She laughs when she remembers the name coined on her last visit. Kate had turned up for the weekend, taking her completely by surprise. She was studying, wearing 'should have been washed but I'm giving them a second chance' clothes, her hair in a bun and she had her almost geek chic reading classes on. Kate had snorted with laughter saying she looked like some hobo's sexy librarian fantasy. Some dried up disciplinarian frustrated by her lack of sex appeal. They had laughed about it all night, long after Ana had changed into something not so dirty. In the end she can't resist so she goes with, 'LibraryMistress'.

Taking another long sip she pulls her laptop onto her knees and types a message to the chat room.

LibraryMistress (LM): Any bibliognosts out there looking to hook up?

Then she waits.

When Christian sees the message he smiles. Who's use a term like that in a chat room devoted to short term sexual gratification? As the message scrolls up and is about to be lost from the screen it occurs to him that the type of person who would post that, might just be the type of person he'd like to hook up with. It takes him a minute to think of and create his own user name. It's all done in such a rush he doesn't think about it. He wants to choose something that will chime with her but he has no time to be witty. 'Tolstoy's Twin' is about the best he can do on such short notice.

Tolstoy's Twin (TT): Library Mistress, could you be my Anna? He types quickly wondering if she'll already have lost interest.

What interest she might have lost is immediately regained by his message. What are the chances? Her heart is racing. What is she doing? She must be mad. Then she takes another sip and just goes with it. This is what she wants, what she needs.

LM: Tolstoy didn't have a twin, you know.

TT: I improvised.

LM: Nice work!

TT: Thanks.

Then there is a pause in their communication, each unsure what to say. All the while other messages pop up on the board. Christian kicks himself thinking it's his lack of social ease getting him again.

LM: So, I hate to be so horribly direct but ... what are you after TT?

There is another pause and she wonders if he's backing out. Is she the only one desperate enough? Needy enough?

LM: Sorry if that was a little uncouth. Might as well get to the point I think.

Again she waits, but this time it's only for a moment.

TT: Uncouth? Who says that? Could only be the person looking to hook up with a bibliognost!

LM: :-)

TT: I'm looking to hook up too.

LM: :-)

TT: If you're serious then we should take this conversation private.

Ana waits and before too long a flashing icon alerts her that she's invited to private chat. She clicks the link and is redirected. Her heart pounding heavily again.

TT: Hi

LM: Hi. She responds; shy now it's just the two of them.

TT: I'm serious about this and I'd like to move quickly. Are you happy to go along?

Christian's heart is pounding at a similar rate to Ana's. He wants this and his plan is ready so he can proceed immediately if she's agreeable – why does he make everything sound like a business transaction? He vows to be a little smoother; a little less bureaucratic autobot if he meets her. There's a pause before she messages.

LM: I can't tonight. I want to but today would be a problem. She thinking she might run this past Kate or tell an actual responsible adult. She also has to shave her legs and get her head around what she planning. Plus she needs to have some sort of spare time. She's working early tomorrow and then she has classes or work all week.

LM: I have a busy schedule. Would next Friday work?

TT: Yes, I think so. Can you set up an email with your chat handle, and then log on here again tomorrow night? We can arrange from there?

LM: I can do that.

TT: Good.

They are idle again. Neither ready to go but both not sure what to say. This is supposed to be anonymous so they want to avoid actually getting to know one another. But both are hungry for details.

TT: You're busy all week. Work? Family?

LM: I'm not involved with anyone. I have classes.

TT: Student?

LM: Yes

TT: How old are you?

LM: Old enough to consent to anything you might want.

Fuck! He thinks. Yet still it makes him question this. He can't take risks. Or, he can't take any more risks. But that one line has obliterated any doubt. He wants her.

TT: OK. Log on tomorrow at 11pm and give me the email address you've made.

LM: OK. She types and then logs out.

Ana has work early so she shuts off the power to her laptop and tries to compartmentalise this evenings events in the hope that she'll get some sleep. Her brain is telling her that she's putting herself in danger but her whole body is telling her to do this. Desire joins alcohol, coursing through her veins, pushing her forward and cementing her resolve to see this through.

Christian knows he won't sleep easily. Not after that. He creates an email for Tolstoy's Twin and despite the late hour he makes calls and sets the ball in motion. By tomorrow night all involved parties will have the email address and she'll be contacted about the checks he needs to be completed. He wants to be safe and despite the fact she a young woman, a stranger to him, he wants her to feel safe too.

A.N.: Short and hopefully sweet? Or not sweet but a little naughty? I hope to follow this up quickly.

I really didn't expect to be writing this and I don't plan to return to my previous stories just now. However, I'll get this finished and see what happens from there. xx