I flipped on the lights in the hall with my free hand as I went, keeping the other firmly placed in Christian's grasp.

As I reached the bathroom entrance, I turned again, facing him wordlessly and stepping back into the bathroom. The lights were already on, Taylor had probably left them on from this morning.

I released his hand to dim the lights a little bit, Christian was squinting and I didn't want him to be uncomfortable. So I lowered them to a soft yellow glow, and walked over to the shower to get some hot water running.

Christian stood silently by the door, awaiting my next instructions. I debated using the tub, though decided against it, knowing that neither Christian nor I would want to sit there and soak in his filth. (Although at this point I'm not sure he would care, or remember).

He was still quiet, and I wondered if he was always this silent when intoxicated, or whether it was just my presence that stunned him. I mean I was pretty shocked with myself as well, having half expected myself to turn around on the way here.

I methodically pulled out two towels as I prepared for the shower, and slipped of my flats before looking up at him again and smiling. He didn't smile back, but the expression his face held told me he was relaxed.

I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest, aware of the fact that he was letting me touch him, even if only platonically. His hands lifted and found my waist, a small, lazy, and definitely drunk smile playing on his lips. He probably thought he was dreaming. It didn't matter to me at this point, as long as he was feeling better.

"Off." I said, tugging at his shirt.

His silence prolonging, Christian lifted his arms up off my waist and into the air for me, and I peeled it slowly up off his chest until I was standing on my toes and couldn't reach, grunting enough so that he would get the hint and finish pulling it off for me. He did, and I exhaled, raking my eyes fleetly across his firm chest and stomach while he dropped his shirt on the ground next to us. Still facing him, I boldly hooked my fingers on either side of the waistband on his sweatpants, looking up at him, waiting for permission.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

He didn't make any signal for me to continue, but he also didn't tell me to stop, so I tugged gently, taking his boxers (another uncharacteristic article of clothing for Christian Grey) down along with his sweats. I reached mid thigh till they got loose enough to drop and fall the rest of the way down.

Without looking (a difficult task, mind you) I put my cold hand on his hip, pulling him towards me and silently signaling him to step out of the pants pooled at his feet. He did, his tired gaze not breaking from mine, lazy smile still on his lips, and stopped one step closer to me. I couldn't help but notice that the shower had fogged up the room a little, the air was hot and thick, and in the warm, hazy light I saw a line of sweat begin to run down the centre of his chest.

I glanced down briefly; after all it wasn't anything I haven't seen before. I noted he wasn't hard, and was slightly relieved but also worried. Glad I didn't actually have to keep my resolution from earlier (I would, just probably not tonight) but also worried that my undressing him, however chaste it was, didn't get him the least bit excited. Worried that I'd still have to be down on my knees or bound for him to get turned on by my actions.

But I pushed those thoughts away for later, focusing on the task at hand, namely: I was still fully dressed. I let go of him, tore my eyes from his and walked towards the shower, suddenly conscious of his eyes on my back again. I pulled off my jacket and my shirt, dropping them as I went, and leaned down to attempt to gracefully pull off my jeans.

I don't think it was gracious, but I didn't fall, so I marked that as a win in my book. I'm sure Christian didn't care either way anyways.

I turned to him then, still in my bra and the small, un-matching slip I had on, and slipped both those off before making eye contact with him again.

"Come." I commanded again.

He walked towards me slowly; I gave him time to walk on his own without my guiding hand. His eyes were darting around the room that must have been spinning in his mind.

I turned and stepped into the shower before he reached me, letting the water hit my shoulders and my face, shivering in its warmth. I felt him step in behind me, closing the now fogged up glass door.

He stood still behind me and let his hands find my waist again. We were close enough to touch, but not pressed against each other. It was comfortable and familiar; I felt his breath on the top of shoulder.

I moved him into the stream of the water, wanting him to get as soaked as I was. While I leaned over and got some shampoo in my hands, his remained steady but light on my waist.

"Anastasia,"

"What's up?" I said casually but quietly, beginning to slowly massage the shampoo into his hair, effectively wrapping my arms around his neck to reach, facing him now.

"What are you doing here?"

"Showering. What does it look like?"

It looked as though he was struggling to find his words, whether it was from the alcohol or my fingers curling in his hair, I couldn't tell.

He sighed, exasperated.

"What?" I asked again, a little irritated now myself.

His eyes abruptly turned intense again, his gaze turning into a hard stare, the smile slipping off his features. This time it wasn't the water that made me shiver.

"Nothing."

"Good. Now shut up and let me wash your hair."

I wasn't going to take any of his crap tonight. I was trying to help him, why couldn't he just let me? But his eyes softened, and I decided to let it go. They suddenly looked tired. Though still the black orbs from before, they seemed to emit the shadows under his lids, searching my eyes for the answer to a question I didn't know.

I finished rinsing his hair and reached behind him to grab some shower gel. I remembered the smell, fresh and cool. It smelled like him. I made a mental note to remember the brand so I could secretly pick some up later.

His arms slipped from my waist and fell to his sides. As I began to rub some of the soap into the apex of his chest, his shoulders slumped and his head dropped slightly. I heard a sigh slip out of his mouth, it was relaxed, but his body shook under my hands. He was exhausted. I guess my plans would have to wait till tomorrow.

I kneaded my hands a little harder into the parts of his back and shoulders that I could reach, stepping closer and pressing myself a little into him. His body felt as delectable as it had before, but it was unresponsive to my touch. He simply drooped further and let his head rest on my shoulder. I held him then, and let the warm water run over us and rinse the soap of his body.

"Let's go to bed Christian." I said softly, running my hand down his slick back.

I felt him nod slightly, and he pulled away, giving me the quick chance to rinse my own hair out and turn off the water. We must have been standing there for longer than I thought, because my legs felt wobbly and weak. His exhaustion was infectious.

But he managed to step out of the shower by himself this time, the cool air probably clearing his mind, and wrapped a towel around his waist. I tried not to frown at the loss of exposure and contact.

I wrapped my own towel around my chest, fastened it and reached for his hand again. Switching off the lights off as we made our way back to his bedroom through the dark halls, Christian had taken it upon himself to lead the way this time. I was happy to see that he was taking some initiative for himself again.

Only his bedside lights were on, and his bed was clean and freshly made. That made me happier than it should have, I didn't really feel like making a bed right now.

He didn't even hesitate as he pulled the towel off his hips and collapsed on the bed, dropping it next to him, inhaling the scent of his pillows, ass bare towards the ceiling.

I smirked; good to know some of his confidence was still in there.

I reached over and pulled his towel away from next to him, and let it join the floor with mine at the foot of the bed. Trying as hard as possible to not make contact with his naked form, I leaned over him to switch of his lamp. The room was as black as his eyes last were, and it took me a moment to adjust the small rays of light coming in from the skyline and buildings outside.

I shimmied under the blankets next to Christian and he managed to do the same, pulling the cover out from under him and letting it fall back on his body.

"Thank you."

It was muffled by the pillows his face was pressed into, but unlike the first time we met again earlier this week, I could here the sincerity in his calm voice.

My body was turned towards his, and I fought the urge to reach out and stroke his back, or his shoulder, or his arm. I noted that I had yet to kiss him, and my lips itched to feel his, or just any part of him.

Instead I whispered a small 'you're welcome,' probably so quiet in the big room that it must have been inaudible to his already half-unconscious form.

I sighed a little resignedly and nestled deeper into the pillows, vaguely aware of the naked, defeated God like man lying next to me, and wondering what'd I'd gotten myself into again.

Christian didn't snore, but I heard his ragged, deep breathing again loudly in the open room, so I let the massive silence, the darkness and the rhythm of his exhales consume my mind and drag me down into the rest of our night.

A/N: so this one's a little short guys sorry, but I'll try to write something more and bigger over the weekend (their physical reunion has yet to occur, and Christian should be rather hung over in the morning hehe)

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I have a couple of chapters here n there planned out but if y'all have any ideas or scenarios you would like to see them in, I wanna keep this going as long as I can, so review and let me know I'd greatly appreciate it and open for anything!

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