A/N: A two-part story. Please enjoy!

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Can be OOC.

It wasn't a daily thing to find Anastasia Steele coming home with a tear stained face, looking broken and torn. Her best friend for four years, Kate Kavanagh, was more than shocked to find her roommate that night.

"What happened?" She asked, tossing away the fashion magazine in her hand immediately over the sofa and stood up.

"Why weren't you at work?" Ana asked, looking dejected and insecure, she was hugging herself and she had nothing but her phone.

"That's not the main concern right now." Kate said, going to the kitchen island to make Ana a cup of tea, trying to calm her down. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. Ana shook her head and went straight to her room, locking herself in it. What Kate had missed was the way she walked, it looked like as if she had been whipped in the butt, in which she had, though with a belt.

It was Ana's first relationship, and if Kate knew better, she would've done anything to prevent Christian Grey from getting close to Ana in the first place. Unfortunately, she had no idea about his lifestyle and his personal life whatsoever. Kate sat back down in the sofa, picking up the magazine but she couldn't get anything in her brain, the constant sobbing from her room was bothering her, making her feel bad and wanting to do something.

Kate took out her phone, contemplated on whether or not she should call Elliot to slam some sense into his brother's thick scull, then on second thought, she had no idea what had happened, so she could only let herself decide whether or not should she call Christian and yell at him, just to let him know that she was pissed.

Deciding on the latter, she dialed his number. Putting the phone next to her ear, she waited for him to pick up, but it went straight to voicemail, so she decided to just leave a voice message.

"What the fuck Grey! Whatever the fuck you've done to Ana, there's nothing you can do to fix it, so stay the fuck away from her! You've shit yourself and there's no way you can fix this!"

The yelling brought Ana's attention, she held her breath to listen, praying that Christian didn't show up on her doorstep, then after Kate's outburst, there was silence, so she assumed that Kate was talking to him on the phone, she heaved out a sigh. Ana felt like she would get punished by Grey the next time she sees him, because of Kate's spatting at him. Then again, she didn't plan on seeing him ever again, so he better stay the fuck away.

Ana felt so stupid for telling him that she loved her, she felt that probably most of the subs had told him that, because no matter how hard he tried to conceal it, it was hard to deny that he was, in fact, very easy to fall in love with. She could also see most of his subs getting kicked out because they confessed their feelings for him and he found it disgusting.

"How can I be so fucking stupid." Ana groaned into her hands that were covering her tearful face.

Jumping up from her bed, she swung open the door and said.

"Let's get drunk tonight."

• • •

In spite Kate's shellshocked yet amused expression, she nodded, in agreement. After getting ready they went to the noisiest pub they could locate in Seattle, not caring how far that might be, they were not to remember anything and to enjoy themselves.

"You called Jose?" Ana hissed in Kate's ear once they got off their cab in front of the club, just to see Jose Rodriguez standing at the entrance, waiting for them. Kate just nodded, she had no idea what really went down between Jose and Ana, but she wanted the two to get back like they used to.

"Don't tell me you called the Grey brothers." Ana said next to her ear in an undertone with distaste.

"No, I wouldn't dare." Kate replied quickly with a horrified look on her face.

"Something happened with you and Elliot?" She asked, pulling Kate to a halt, before facing Jose. They were out of his earshot, and he still hadn't seen them yet.

"No, but knowing him, he'd probably get Christian here if I called. You don't want to tell anyone about this break up didn't you?" Kate asked her, making Ana think if this could count as a break-up.

"I guess you're right." She sighed, leading Kate towards the entrance and greeted Jose with a cold look.

The rest of the night went by with a blur. Ana knew that she had downed a couple of shots with Kate, but she didn't know how much. A minute ago, when she first entered, she promised herself not to call anyone, so she switched off her phone, but Kate insisted that she left it on in case anything went wrong. The next minute, she found herself dirty dancing with Jose, who was more than tipsy, but not as drunk as she was.

Suddenly feeling sick and suffocated, she winded around all the people grinding on each other to reach Kate.

"Kate," she shouted over the noises, "I'm going out for air for a bit." She yelled in her ear for her friend to hear her properly. Kate was too busy to give her statement a second thought and nodded for Ana to go.

Jose followed, but this time, Ana caught him following her. She held out a hand, and leaned against the cool wall next to the back door of the club, where everything was quiet.

"No Jose." Ana said before he could get any closer. "I want to be alone, so let it be." She said, pointing a finger at him, her vision was blurred and her words slurred.

Pushing herself off the wall, she stumbled towards Jose, trying to push him inside and let her be alone, but her wobbly legs didn't allow her to make it that far. Ana realized that her legs couldn't support her weight, she leaned back against the wall, still eyeing him in a wary manner.

She remembered getting out her phone from her pocket, before slumping down on to the floor. Jose's face was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes, she couldn't even remember the expression on his face. And that was it, everything went black and her memories erased from her mind.

• • •

She woke up with the bright light shining through the window and on to her face, her bladder was the constant reminder to tell her that she wasn't dreaming, and she should really get up and sit on a toilet.

Getting up and carrying a throbbing head, she wiggled to the bathroom. The place felt familiar and it looked even more familiar. The hungover was stronger than last time, and instinctively, her eyes darted back to the nightstand beside the bed, the scene gave her a sense of deja vu.

Reaching for her phone, she checked the time, it was only six forty-five in the morning, she had no idea how'd she got there and got no idea what had happened, but one thing was unmistakable, and it was the place she'd spent the night at.

She was at Escala.

The home of Christian Grey, the man she had just walked out on less than twenty-four hours ago.

"What have you done to me?" The question came out like a whisper, and it was said to no one in particular, since there was no one in the room.

After taking the pill that she found on the nightstand next to her, the deja vu scenery made her wanna stay, yet everything in her told her to leave this place.

Ignoring the pain in her head, feeling like her brain was been stomped away by elephants migrating, she got dressed and decided not to question about the different clothing on her. Deciding that it was suitable enough to at least deal with her when she got back to her own place, she grabbed her phone. Making her way out of the bedroom trying not to fall and not make any noises at the same time.

When she reached for the elevator, it was just in time for it to open up. Two people stepped out, soaking wet.

Taylor quickly dismissed himself after muttering a light 'Miss Steele' and went to his quarter to shower and change and get ready for his day.

Christian Grey, on the other hand, stopped in his track, he stared at Ana who looked like she was ready to leave again. He couldn't decide whether he was angry with her behavior yesterday night at the bar, or more nervous, because she was leaving him again.

"Ana." He was the first to break the silence.

"Mr Grey." She said giving him a nod of courtesy, when he didn't say anything further after calling her name.

Christian suddenly felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, he had been expecting Anastasia to address him as 'Sir' or 'Mr Grey' when he desperately wanted her to sign the contract, but she never did, and when his given name slipped out of her mouth, he found that endearing, and never wanted her to call him anything else other than 'Christian'. Now she was calling him this, it made him felt distance as ever.

"If you'll excuse me, sir." She muttered, making her way past him and to the elevator. After a while of staring, Ana thought he was going to say something to her, but he gaped at her and done nothing more. No words got out of his mouth and no actions were done by him, so she took it as a signal of dismissal.

"Ana, stay." Christian's voice rushed into her ear just as the elevator door opened in front of her. He, once again, appeared in front of her, blocking her way to the lift. "It's a Sunday, you don't have work. Stay for breakfast. Please." He said, almost pleadingly. Ana wanted to refuse, but she also missed Gail's cooking. The appealing of food made her decided against her better judgement and stayed.

Without a word, Ana turned around and went for the breakfast bar, sitting down on a stool and watched Gail move around in the kitchen.

She could feel Christian's eyes on her, but she couldn't care less, the man had the chance to say something, but he blew it.

"Ana." Gail turned around, letting out a startled breath when she saw Ana, sitting there staring into space.

Her gasp caught Ana's attention, and brought her back to where she was. Her head was still pounding, but it was better than when she first got up.

"Do you want tea?" She offered, seeing that Christian had just went in for a shower, and his breakfast was ready, so she actually have time for a small chat with the brunette in front of her.

"Yes please, Mrs Jones." Ana replied, accepting the offer politely.

"I thought you left." Gail stood opposite of her, handing her the tea just as she liked it, weak. "With all due respect." She added, still seeing her as her boss' girlfriend.

"Gail, I'm not with him, you don't work for me, we're equal." Ana said, not wanting to be treated like a princess. She liked Gail, and didn't feel like she deserved to be addressed like they do to Grey.

"Yes, Ana." Gail answered stiffly, not really sure how to register the information.

"I honestly don't have any idea how I ended up here, but you witnessed the encounter at the elevator." Ana sighed, stirring her hot tea that was too hot for her to drink directly.

"Jason told me that you were drunk and you called Mr Grey." Gail inputted.

Ana's spoon dropped out of her hand, luckily she didn't choose to pick up her cup at that time, because upon hearing the information, she was more than ready to bury herself alive from the embarrassment.

"I called him?" She asked incredulously. Eyes widening at Gail, who just nodded as a response. "Fuck!" She buried her face in her palm, rubbing her face furiously. "Shit, I did that again." Ana exclaimed. Running a hand through her hair, pulling it in frustration.

"Mr Grey, your breakfast is ready, when do you like to have it?" Gail asked, turning her attention away from Ana.

"Shit, shit, shit." Ana chanted in murmur not so softly. "Oh god." She whispered to herself, no longer in the mood for tea. Pushing it aside, she wondered what had Grey hear, or perhaps, how much had he hear. Wanting to leave, and get out of his sight as quickly as possible, she stood up.

"Anastasia." Christian called, stopping his conversation with Mrs Jones.

"What?" Ana turned back, snapping at him. She wasn't angry at him, she was just angry at herself. His surprised look soon turned into a glare that made Ana recoil. For all the times she had been with him, she was still intimidated by him.

"Come here." He said, patting the space that she was occupying.

"Why?" She asked, not moving an inch.

"We need to talk." He said, or more like, ordered.

"I don't see the need." She retorted with a huff, turning her heels, she once again headed towards the elevator.

"Anastasia Steele." Christian demanded in a louder voice, anger clearly lacing through each of his words. "Get back here."

"You're not my father, what makes you think I'd listen to you?" She remarked. Ana didn't know how she could will herself to turn away from him, the man she fell for so quickly and was still in love with.

"Damn right I don't," he barked, standing up, slamming his hand down on to the table, making Ana and Gail both jump. His housekeeper saw his temper and quickly made her way back to her room, leaving Ana to deal with him.

"Are you going to come and grab me by the arm and pin me against the wall?" She yelled back at him, she was now taking all the anger she felt for herself out on him, she knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't hold back. It felt good to shout at him.

"I just wish what you've said yesterday night was true." He sighed, the rage in his voice was out, instead, it was replaced by a tired, worn out tone. "Ana, please don't leave me. I'm begging you." He said, looking up at the woman standing in front of the elevator, still darting her eyes from him to the metal doors.

"You're going to get tired of me sooner or later, Christian." She softened, he looked up at her when his name was been called. He shook his head, trying to reason, but she continued, beating him to it. "It's better for me to leave before it gets harder."

"No, Ana, don't." Christian stood up, walking towards her. "Don't you dare press that button." His eyes were fixed on her hand that was brushing the button. Panic seethed through him, lunged and grabbed Ana's hand, pulling her towards him.

The harsh contact made Ana dizzy and her head ache, she closed her eyes to wait for the dizziness go by before opening them again.

"It's hard, way too hard, for me to let you go." He cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes genuinely. "It might be easy for you to walk away now, but I can't bear the thought of not having you around."

Ana got lost in his gray orbs, all the emotions were circling inside them, swirling up what seemed like an after-storm. She shook her head, wanting to think by herself and not get distracted.

"Please, what do I have to do to make you stay." He begged, letting his forehead touching hers.

"Nothing." She said through her tears, after a while of pondering. "There's nothing you can do. Goodbye Christian." Avoiding all eye contact, she slipped out of his hands and reached for the button.

"Ana." He whispered, the glass in his eyes shattered.

"I'm not your type, Christian." She whispered back, giving him one last lingering glance before the metal doors close completely. Ana slumped back against the wall. Christian didn't stop her from leaving this time, she had sent him the give up signal, and it was up to her whether they still stood a chance or not.

Having two empty pockets, she could only walk back to her apartment, thank god it wasn't far away from Escala.

Once she got inside and locked the door, she leaned against the door, her mind kept racing through the encounter with Christian before she left, his haunted eyes never leaving her memory.

"What happened to you Ana?" A male's voice made her jump out of her skin. The first thought that struck her was the fact that she had walked into the wrong apartment.

"Fuck," she jumped, but when she opened her eyes she saw Elliot Grey, the big brother of Christian. "Jesus Christ, Elliot, you scared the shit out of me." She muttered. Then she remembered, he was still with Kate. So he might've spent the night at their apartment. Turning away, she walked towards her room with her head down.

"Ana, come on." She heard his concerned voice when she was just about to close the door. "You know you can trust me right? My brother may not be the most idea date, but he's a good man at heart. He's smitten with you, you have to know that." He said, his voice getting nearer.

Ana stopped and opened her door wide again, slumping down on her bed, she allowed Elliot to step into her room.

"Where's Kate?" She asked, not sure whether she want her to know about this or not.

"She's still asleep. You want me to get her?" He asked, sitting down on the end of her bed.

"No." Ana shook her head.

"What did the asshole do this time?" He whispered, wanting her to feel better and to let her know that he'd be there for her for whatever that was.

"Nothing I didn't foreseen." She shook her head, letting her body fall on to her pillow. "What happened yesterday?" She asked, having a feeling that Elliot knew more than she did.

"You drunk called Christian." He started, carefully, eyeing Ana's reaction, not wanting to step on any bomb.

She nodded. "I know, his housekeeper told me as much." Letting him continue.

"I don't know what happened previously, but you called him, thinking he was the police station, and told him about this guy named Jose." Ana's mouth dropped, she gaped at him in disbelieve but let him carried on. "Christian knew you were drunk and went to get you immediately."

"Then, why were you there? Did Kate call you?" She asked, after a while to process all the information.

"We were at the same bar that night, coincidentally." Ana narrowed her eyes at his confession, knowing that was not it instantly.

"You're a terrible liar, Grey." She pressed.

"Okay, but promise me not to be mad at Kate." Elliot started carefully, thinking everything through before he spill out anything else.

"Can't." Ana said, "but that doesn't stop you from telling me. Whatever it is, I'm sure it already happened." She was not happy about things being kept from her, especially when it was something about her.

Elliot sighed, running a hand through his hair, he went to the door, checked that Kate was still sleeping, he pushed the door lightly, leaving it ajar. Sitting back down on to his previous spot, he stared into the wall that her bed was pushed against.

"After you got home all broken and torn, Kate knew it has something to do with my brother, so she called him, but he didn't pick up, so she left a voice message for him. She yelled at him, and I'm sure you heard it. It was loud."

Ana remembered the shouting she heard coming from Kate, thinking she might be on the phone with Christian, it was actually her leaving a message to him. Nodding, Elliot continued.

"Then, she called me, telling me about you. When you step out to tell her that you wanted to go for a drink and get drunk, she told me about it. Then I conjured this plan with her. I persuaded my brother to go to that same pub you guys are going and decided to see if Christian will do anything about you when he sees you in that bar, having fun and letting other people's hand brushing all over you. I know he's the jealous type and he is very possessive." Elliot answered the unasked question from Ana, then continued.

"He wasn't exactly completely sober when I went to get him, he only had one glass of gin. When we got to the bar, we didn't exactly get anything highly alcoholic. He spotted you quickly enough, but seeing that you were with Jose, he decided to let you have fun and not interrupt your night, so he didn't go to you immediately."

"Wait, were you with Kate when I went to her to tell her that I'm going outside for awhile?" She asked, slowly putting the pieces together.

Elliot nodded. "You're too drunk to recognize me."

"Did I vomit this time?" She asked tentatively, not really ready for the answer, she wished he would say he didn't know.

"No. At least when Christian brought you in, you look clean." He informed. "He got your call and went out immediately to get you. According to him, Jose got his hands all over you, but I'm sure he's only trying to let you sit up straight."

"I'm that bad?" She cringed as the story of her night continued.

"Don't hit the bar with Kate, not with your alcohol tolerance." Elliot warned in a brotherly manner.

"You've put on quite a show yesterday at the bar," he continued after the warning, Ana was too stunned and embarrassed at the same time to talk or even react to what he was saying.

"What have I done?" Her face morphed from embarrassment into horror, terrified to what she might've done.

"Christian has it on his phone, he recorded the whole thing." He said nonchalantly, but he still failed to fight off the smirk that was slowly showing.

"No, no, no. Oh god." Ana buried her face in her pillow, trying to suffocate herself. "Why are you telling me all this? Are you trying to embarrass me? To avenge Christian?"

There was a silence in the room, but as soon as the silence dawned, the shouting coming from the kitchen and the living room was clear and audible. Ana stopped fussing and listened carefully for the voices with the pillows still covering her face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" It was Kate's voice, trying to get someone out.

"Will you get out the fucking way for once Katherine." The voice was unmistakable by Ana and Elliot, it was Christian. She froze at the voice, it was only good that he just entered so he didn't hear any of the conversation between her and his brother.

"You're not getting anywhere near Ana." Kate demanded, but Christian had already appeared by Ana's door.

Ana let go of the pillow that she was screaming into earlier. Elliot was still sitting on her bed just like when they were chatting earlier.

"I'm sorry, Ana." Kate stood at the door few seconds after Christian showed his face. "Do you want me to kick this fucker out?" She jabbed a finger at Christian.

Elliot was stifling a laugh when Christian glared at Kate than at him. Ana was just too stunned to do anything without a nudge from Elliot.

"Ouch." She muttered, sending Elliot a playful glare while rubbing her side. "I'll kick the asshole out myself, Kate." Ana replied in a low voice, not wanting to see what Christian had prepared for her when she called him an 'asshole'.

"El, do you mind?" Christian growled to his brother after Kate disappeared in to the living room.

Just when Elliot sighed and stood up, Ana spoke. "I mind."

All heads turned to her. "I find Elliot's presence surprisingly comfortable and soothing." She cocked her head innocently at Christian, who narrowed his eyes at her, wondering what kind of game was she playing. "Or are you even jealous of your own brother?" She taunted.

Ana was telling the truth, because Elliot was far more comfortable to hangout with compared to Christian and Kate, he was more laid back and more carefree. Kate would talk too much.

Christian ignored Ana's protest and forced Elliot out of the room. Walking in, closing the door and locking it, he sat down on the spot that his brother was sitting on. Ana leaned back and turned away from him, she tossed the pillow that she was holding at him, hitting him square in the face as he sat down.

Knowing what might come from him, she became more angry than scared.

"Do you hate the belt that much?" He said softly. Ana was taken aback from his gentle act, she thought he would be growling at her and demanding to punish her. However, she was not his, so she could do anything to tell him to fuck off.

"It's not the belt." Ana bit back the name she wanted to call him, not wanting to provoke him further, though she wasn't in such a great mood either.

"Then what is it? Because as far as I'm concerned, you said you loved me." He didn't turn away from her when she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at her window, internally debating whether to pull up the shades or not.

"I still do." She confessed. Finally turning to look at him, she scoot over. "Christian, no matter how you deny it, you are very easy to fall in love with."

"Because of my face."

"Not only that. Why do you think all of your long-term subs wanted more?" She said, suppressing the anger for the time being.

"Because I am rich."

"I'm sure not all of them are gold-diggers. Look at Leila, I'm sure she loves you for you."

"How do you know about Leila?" Christian cocked an eyebrow, eyeing at her suspiciously.

"From what you've told me about her, I think I can deduce enough."

"But I don't care about them, I care about you. I only want more with you. Why do you think I ended all the other contracts?" He asked, rather irritably.

Ana shrugged, knowing there would be no use in replying to him. "I don't know, you make the decision, I have nothing to do with it." Christian sighed in frustration, he knew Ana would be hard to woo, but he was new to all this thing and he was trying. "The whipping wasn't something that had driven me away, it was the fact that you build your pleasure on top of a brunette woman's pain. Your sub might find it erotic, but I don't."

"But you asked me to show you." He was confused.

"Yes, I did, and I don't deny it. I asked for it, but that also made me look at you clearly. I now know who you are and what you want and need. I know what I can contribute to this relationship and what I cannot. And as far as my past few days with you, I can tell that I can't offer you anything. I won't satisfy you."

"Ana." He wanted to tell her that he would never see her that way, but she cut him off again.

"No, let me finish, I need to get this out." She stopped him. "No matter how much you deny it, you're going to get tired of me, because you cannot control me and I hate your punishments as much as you hate being touched. I defy you and you get angry, you keep things from me and I get angry; how do you think this is going to work out?"

"Ana, I don't want you as my sub." He interrupted her before she could say anything more. She stared at him, not sure what to make of it. "I want you as my girlfriend. I want to control you because I'm constantly worried about your safety. I don't want you to call me Sir or Mr Grey- not even in the playroom- I want you to call me Christian." His confession was making Ana melt further and further, the walls around her were just too new and weak, it could be easily dismantled by his words. "I can't accept the feeling of being loved, but I do know my family loves me dearly. I just thought you'd leave me if I told you I'm a sadist."

"You proved that already." She whispered, looking down at her tangled fingers.

"Yes, and I can understand if you don't want to be with a monster, but I just want you to know that you mean a lot to me." He paused, lifting up her chin for her to look at him in the eyes. "I may not know what love is, but I do know you are my Achilles Heel."

She closed her eyes, letting herself think properly without getting distracted by his face and his earnest eyes.

"Christian," she said after some moments of thinking, "you know that a relationship should be built on trust, but your control over me tells me that you don't trust me. Why would you assign a CPO to me? Because you're worried about my safety, but that's not it, you don't trust me, you ask them to report my every move to you. If I am your sub, then I can understand to be under surveillance, but I'm not, if I will, I will be your girlfriend and not your goddamn submissive."

"Fair point well made Anastasia." He said after taking everything she said in and churning them in his stomach. "As always." He pulled her in for a tight hug and buries his nose in the crook of her neck, always enjoying the scent from her skin.

"Do you still want to kick this son of a bitch out?" He freed her bottom lip and asked seductively in a playful manner.

Ana opened her eyes, a small smile dancing on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned up and kissed him on the lips softly and teasingly. This time, he didn't push her away. His hands find her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Tell me, where did you learn to dance?" The playful Christian was back. He pulled back for breaths when Ana was pinned below him. Her arms still hooked around his neck and his hand still on the small of her back, another traveling up her thigh.

Groaning, Ana pushed him away. "Get out." She shoved him playfully. Sitting up, facing him.

"You're seriously kicking me out aren't you?" He asked, not angered the slightest. "You don't want me to stay with you?" He teased.

"Just fuck off. You've offended me." She pouted, punching his arm.

"Did you just punch me Miss Steele?" He grabbed her wrist and spun her towards himself, making her end up straddled on his lap.

"I'm nowhere near yours Mr Grey." She teased back, although this time a little more cautious at the change of expression on his face.

"What do I have to do to make you mine?" He asked timidly, afraid of her answer.

"Hmm…" She looked at the ceiling, pending for an answer. "We'll see." At last, she decided on that. Getting off of him, she offered her hand waiting for him to take it. He did and she pulled him up.

"Are you controlling me now?" He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what she was really up to. Ana batted her eye lashes innocently and winked at him, but said nothing for a moment.

"I'm playing hard to get, Grey." She teased, making her way to the door, leaning against the wall adjacent to the hinge.

As she predicted, Christian caged her. "Are we good?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

She nodded, waiting for him to kiss her. Opening her eyes to look into his, she still see the hurt and worry in him, that made her feel guilty, but she also convinced herself that she was doing the right thing.

"You're possessive." She said, covering his hand with hers. That comment came out of no where, but she had no idea what to say either.

"And you like it."

"Not always." She said coquettishly. He stared at her confused. "I loved it sometimes." She stuck out her tongue at him.

"You're paying back for all the teasing Miss Steele." He warned, kissing her and tugging on her lower lip.

"Let's see if you'll even score that chance." She said confidently.

"You're impossible." He commented lightly, giving her another peck on the lips, then a sloppy one on her nose, making her giggle. "This lip," he said, biting her lower lip teasingly, "is mine." He demanded.

"Sure, it will be." Ana suddenly remembered why she was so upset earlier. "I hope you didn't do anything to me yesterday night." She said, suddenly getting serious.

"I would never take advantage of women, let alone you Anastasia." He frowned at her. "Do you really think that lowly of me? I only changed you and granted you permission to sleep with me."

"Only because you want me." She flickered his nose, knowing that he would remember it and use it against her the next time, but she felt giddy right now and couldn't care less of the consequences. "Now get the hell out of here before I regret my decision of kicking you out." She unlocked her bedroom door and twisted the door knob.

"Alcohol really doesn't do any good to you." He shook his head in amusement and allowed her to open the door for him. "I wish you're changing your mind right now." He whispered against her lips before pressing his mouth on it.

One look of Ana's face, he knew he better get going. "Laters Baby." He called when he let himself out.


A/N: Tell me how was it~

Planning on extending something on White Horse, stay tuned for more information.