Apov

I've been hanging out with Mia all afternoon. Mia loves to shop so we just had to buy outfits for tonight. Of course Mia helped me pick out my dress and insists she has the perfect shoes at home to go with my mini, snug fitting grey dress. The dress is certainly something I wouldn't pick out for an everyday thing, but it fits the vibe of going to a club so I bought it. I wasn't planning on buying anything but I don't have many outfits that are club appropriate and this dress is definitely only being own to a club.

We're now on our way back to her house, just pulling into the Greys' driveway. We still have plenty of time until we need to get ready so we're going to lay out and get that just sun kissed glow to our skin before we leave. Every time I come to the Greys', I'm fascinated with their grounds. It's so beautiful here.

After Mia parks her pink convertible we get out and gather our purchases. I help Mia with a few of her bags since she bought way more than me.

"We wont be leaving until later," Mia repeats as we climb the front steps to the double doors. "So we can just tan and hang out until we need to get ready."

We enter the house and that awful mistletoe is staring me in the face.

When I first got here, I noticed the Christmas decoration looking out of place. Dr. Trevelyan is not known to leave decorations up after a holiday has ended, especially one that has ended months ago and the seasons have also changed, but Mia insisted her mother simply 'forgot'.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling Mia is up to something with this.

Mia and I take our bags to her room without further talk of the decoration. It's simply forgotten.

After we place our bags on her bed, she runs into her huge walk-in closet to get the shoes she thinks will look good with my dress. As she's in there I hear a motorcycle driving nearby. It makes me feel like I'm on a rollercoaster. My heart beat picks up, almost like the anticipation of the dip, and then when the motor dies out, my body relaxes.

Why does this happen every time I hear a motorcycle?!

It even happens when I hear Christian coming home. I really want to ride on a motorcycle, just to see how the feeling will be when I'm actually on the bike. I mean because, it has to be something about motorcycles making me feel this way. Christian has one, a really sexy black one, but no way am I asking Christian to give me a ride.

Mia comes back out with a pair of silver pumps with ankle straps and sparkles covering them. I know they're Louboutin's because of the signature red bottoms and the fact that Mia is a designer girl. The heels look amazing and totally killer, especially with a few drinks in.

How Kate and Mia can walk in these killer heels so often, I'll never know. It looks nearly impossible as well as unnatural. And why they choose to wear heels when they're going to be drinking and stumbling around, is beyond me. I'd rather wear flats, but they do look beyond beautiful.

"These are the shoes I was talking about." Mia says as she unzips my dress bag that is hanging from her bed's railing. "See. They're perfect."

"Mia, I-"

"Relax, Ana," She interrupts me, suspecting what I will say. "You're only borrowing them."

Well I would hope I'm only borrowing them, no way would I be able to accept such a gift from her knowing they're so expensive. She's given me expensive gifts before but now that she knows I feel uncomfortable accepting such things from her, she's stopped going too extreme. It wouldn't be so bad if I could return the favor, and I know it's not about cost, it's about the thought, but still, it makes me uncomfortable.

"Yes, but, I wont be able to walk in them." I explain. "I mean, I can barely walk in shoes like that when I'm sober, forget when I've been drinking."

"It'll be fine." She assures me. "You wear heels to work everyday, these aren't that much higher than those you wear to work. They're actually surprisingly comfortable and easy to walk in. You'll see. We'll practice while we're getting ready too, so you'll be fine."

"If you say so."

"I do." She grins.

Planning to lay out now, we gather our bikinis to change.

Mia changes in her bedroom's ensuite so I go to the hall bathroom.

Thankfully Mia's dad isn't home, it's just us and her mom here so I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me in so little. I brought more than one suit with me, just incase I needed more coverage if there were a guy here. But since it's just girls I decide to wear my tiny back bikini to get more sun on my pale skin.

Before I leave the hall bathroom, I grab my black lace cover-up and carry it with me.

Mia comes out of her bedroom around the same time I come out of the hall bathroom. Her bikini is multicolored and strapless, and she has her wrap tied around her waist.

I thought we were alone but as we make our way towards the stairs, I hear a deep masculine voice.

Crap!

Before we walk down, I put on my cover-up so whoever is here can't see my body as clearly if it wasn't on, even though you can see through my cover-up with it being lace and all. Hopefully it's just someone here to see Grace and he'll leave soon. Mia and I can slide out the back door unnoticed, I think.

As we make our way down the rounding massive staircase, I'm thankful for the cover-up I'm wearing when I see him.

"Great." I groan knowing it's Christian even though his back is facing us.

"Christian!" Mia cheers beside me when she sees her brother and skips down the rest of the stairs.

"Hey, Mimi." Christian greats his sister with a hug.

I've only ever seen him loving toward his mother and sister. It's sweet really. But it's about the only sweet thing I can say about him.

"What are you doing here?" Mia asks him, though the way she's trying to sound surprised tells me she knew he would be here.

Once I make it down the stairs, I just stand to the side while the converse.

"Mom needed my help with something since dad is not home and Elliot is with Kate and her parents doing some wedding related thing." He glances up and smirks at me.

Even from the distance we're at, I can see his eyes darken and wander aimlessly over my body. I cross my arms over my body to hide it more from his view.

He licks his lips before he speaks again, "Anastasia." He says my name like he's caressing it with his tongue.

"Christian." My acknowledgement of him is much more curt.

"Oh!" Mia cheers like she has a 'wonderful idea'. "You should come out with us tonight."

"What?!" I squeak a little too high, which gathers Christian's attention.

"Where are you going?" Christian asks Mia, stepping closer to me but I move away from him.

"My friends, Lilly and Sean invited me to a club that's opening. Sean's dad bought the place so we're getting in with the royal VIP treatment and everything. I've invited Ana to join me but they said I can bring whoever I want. Wanna come with us?"

"I did have plans tonight."

I'm sure he did have plans, plans fucking some girl who is all too willing to spread her legs for him.

"Good." I mumble under my breath, thankful that he wont be coming out with us.

"But I can change them." He adds, glancing at me.

Fuck, I try not to groan, I spoke too soon.

"I was just going to... hang out with a guy from the new construction site we've been working on."

The way he says it, tells me I was right. He was very hesitant with telling us his plans for tonight and it seemed like he came up with these plans off the top of his head. He definitely is not hanging out with any guy, that's for sure.

"Why don't you ask him to come with?" I call his bluff, sounding sweet and innocent, complete with smile.

"I'm sure he wont mind going to a club." He smirks before turning his attention towards Mia. "That is, if it's okay to invite him along?"

"Sure." Mia grins as she pushes Christian a little more to the left.

I narrow my eyes at her, wondering what she's up to.

"Maybe I'll finally get to dance with you, Anastasia." Christian calls my attention back to him.

This is not the first time we've all went out together. Christian tried to get me to dance with him but after a couple hours and no's from me, he left the bar completely. Probably found some willing girl and left to hook up with her instead.

"Don't count on it." I tell him.

I feel someone guide me closer to the main room but I ignore them, keeping my attention on Christian.

"I guarantee it'll happened this time, baby." He smirks.

"You're so cocky."

"Confident," He 'corrects' me. "Not cocky."

"Ana." Mia calls my attention.

When I look at her she's grinning mischievously.

"What?" I'm so confused. Why is she looking like that? This isn't the first time Christian and I have bickered in front of her.

She gazes up and it's then when I realize what she did.

"You're standing under the mistletoe."

My eyes widen in horror as I snap my head up and look to see the mistletoe that was there when I arrived this afternoon and we are standing under it. I am standing under this god-awful Christmas decoration, known for kissing, with Christian freaking Grey!

I look back at him and he's smirking, nothing but pleased as his eyes glow playfully.

"Oh no." I say as I take a step back, shaking my head so violently that my hair gets thrown in my face.

"It's tradition!" Mia insists.

"Yeah, on Christmas!" I correct her.

"Ana, it's bad luck to refuse a kiss under the mistletoe, regardless of the day." She tells me.

"Then I'll take the bad luck," Gladly.

"Oh, just kiss him already." Frustration can be heard in her tone.

"Yeah, just kiss me already." Christian chimes in with that devilish grin.

"Come on," Mia whines. "Just one kiss."

"Fine." I give in knowing they wont. I don't even know why Mia is so persistent with this. Christian probably paid her or something.

In all honesty, though, and I wont admit it out loud, I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

I grab ahold of his biceps, ignoring how hard they feel and reach up on my tip-toes. He holds my hips for support as he smiles with a delighted and victorious look displayed on his beautiful face. He looks at my lips thinking I'm going to kiss his.

The bastard thinks he's won, thinking I'm finally going to kiss him.

Okay, so I planned to give him a little peck on the lips but now that he's looking at me like that... yeah, that's not happening.

I quickly make my move and kiss his cheek, the stubble that is on his face tickling my lips. And, I will admit, he does smell nice.

"There." I pull away.

"What?!" Mia is the one upset. "That wasn't a kiss."

"It was so." I argue. "It's how you would kiss him if you were under the mistletoe with him."

"Yeah, but I'm his sister!"

I shrug my shoulders and go to move away from him but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Lucky for you, you're not my sister." Christian says before his lips are on mine.

He holds one hand on the small of my back, pushing me towards him, and he thrusts his other hand into my hair, holding me in place.

I'm surprised at first and struggle to get away, but then I relax, close my eyes and allow him to kiss me.

He continues to move his lips against mine but I don't respond.

I gasp when his hand reaches down and grabs my ass which allows him to stick his tongue inside my mouth.

I start feeling very warm and a bunch of tiny butterflies in my tummy along with dampness between my thighs. I've never been kissed like this before and it's making me feel things I've never felt before.

Every time he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, I bravely touch his tongue with mine but I keep my tongue inside my own mouth.

Christian pulls me closer, kissing me deeper.

In a bold move, I raise my hands up slowly and hold the back of his neck. My body is now flush against his so I can feel every inch of his hard body, and I do mean every. hard. inch. His erection is digging into my stomach and making me squirm as I feel my wetness build.

We both let out a tiny appreciated moan.

And just as I get brave enough to thrust my tongue inside his mouth, he pulls away from our kiss completely.

My eyes are still closed when I feel him kiss me one last time, though chastely this time, before I feel him move away from me completely.

I blink open my eyes to see him smirk, thrust his hands deep in his pockets and saunter back towards the kitchen.

I'm in a daze as I watch him, even staring when he's gone from my view.

I finally get ahold of myself and realize Mia is standing next to me.

When I look at her, she looks completely and utterly shocked. Her eyes are still wide and her mouth is hanging open.

"I can't believe that worked." Mia whispers amazed.

"What worked?"

"Nothing." She gathers herself and grabs my hand, leading me through the house and outside to the pool.

...
Cpov

Holy fucking shit! I can't believe I'm kissing her! It's everything I thought it would be and more. I don't want it to end but I'm getting so fucking aroused and hard, I have to stop before I go too far.

With all the control I have, and believe me, it takes every ounce I have, I pull away.

When I look at her, she's still in place with her eyes closed. She looks so beautiful, I can't help but give her lips one last peck.

My lip curls up when her eyes pop open and I see the desire she has for me in them. She looks at me all the time with lust, but never desire.

It's hard to play it cool, but I need to step away before anyone says anything about this fucking tent in my pants from kissing her.

As I walk down the hallway, I adjust myself.

Once I'm out of sight, I lean against the wall, running my hand through my hair unbelieving of what just happened.

I kissed her. I kissed Anastasia Steele, the goddess that lives with me. And what's more, she didn't push me away, she actually participated in the kiss!

Fuck, I've had a crush on her since Elliot introduced me to his girlfriend's roommate. I laid my charm on thick with her too but it didn't work, which made me want her more.

Usually women are falling at my feet and it gets old quick, not to mention annoying, but hey, I'm not complaining because it gets me laid. I knew then I had to try a different tactic with Anastasia. I started bothering her on purpose, knowing it pissed her off. But I thought she would get that I was only doing it because I liked her and it would lead to some steamy, passionate, angry sex.

Well, she didn't like that either so I've been trying hard to come up with another angle and the next thing I know, BAM! I'm kissing her.

I don't know why the fuck we have a mistletoe hanging around the house in the damn summer, but I'm decorating our whole place with those fuckers.

Anastasia is a great kisser. She's probably more experienced than I thought she was.

Not only did I not want to pull away because I was enjoying the kiss just as much as I know she was, but I know how to play this game and I play it well. Always leave them wanting more. Now that she's had a taste, she'll want me more.

All I can say is, thank fuck for mistletoes and thank fuck for sisters like Mia. I've been trying my hardest to get that girl in my bed and I think I just found my way in. The powerhouse that is also known as Mia Grey.

Fuck that kiss got me so fucking hard. I've never been this hard just from kissing. I get hard, yes, but not this damn hard.

"Christian!" I hear my mother call for me.

FUCK! I'm still hard, I can't go out there like this!

I adjust myself and come out of my hiding spot.

I walk out to where I hear my mother. She's standing in the foyer, looking out the front door.

"Christian, where did you go?" She says almost to herself as she closes the door.

She probably saw my bike and knows I'm still here.

"There you are." She says when she turns around sees me. "I have no idea why, but someone decided to put up Christmas decorations. Would you take down that mistletoe before someone sees it and thinks I'm some crazy old bat that can't get her holidays correct."

Fuck no, I want to say, I'm going to superglue that shit up there. In fact, I'm buying stock in mistletoe and covering Elliot's place with them. At least, that's my plan. I'm sure he wont mind. Then again, he may if Katherine ends up under with me instead of Anastasia.

I shiver at the thought of being caught under there with Katherine Kavanagh.

"Sure, mother." I say instead of saying anything I just thought.

Getting out the step stool my mother keeps in the hall closet, I climb the few steps up needed to reach the mistletoe.

Fuck, do I really need to take this down, mom?

She's watching me so I do as she asked.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She reaches for it when I come back down.

"I'll put it away." I tell her.

She thanks me again as she grabs the step stool and puts it back as I walk towards the kitchen so I can enter the garage where my father keeps the Christmas decorations.

But as I make my way there, movement outside captures my attention.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I've died. I'm dead. I. Am. Fucking. Dead.

Anastasia is lathering herself with sun-protection in the tiniest fucking bikini I have even seen. Okay, it's not the smallest I've seen but it leaves very little to the imagination. And I do my very little. She has an amazing body. I swear I can feel pre-cum drip out of me as I watch her rub the swell of her breasts with the lotion.

Anastasia and Mia seem to be talking, but I can't hear them. Hopefully Mia is making me look good.

Looks like I'll need to call Ros and Sawyer because I'm going out with my sister and Anastasia tonight. I was supposed to met Ros tonight but I am definitely canceling on her. She'll be pissed but I'm not missing out on this opportunity. And I'll need a guy to come with me, since I told the girls I was planning to hang out with a friend tonight, so hopefully Sawyer is free.

I pocket the mistletoe and just enjoy the view.

...
Mia-pov

I knew they liked each other, I knew it! They just needed a little push.

My brothers have always gotten girls' attention, it's not hard for them. I thought they would never settle down. That is, until Elliot brought home Kate and with Kate, her cute and shy roommate Ana. I saw the way Christian and Ana looked at each other, but then my big dope of a brother had to open his big mouth and try to charm her like the others.

Couldn't he see what I see? Ana is different.

I knew since that day he'd need help, my help to be specific. It's not hard for Christian to get laid, but I want him to find love. And I secretly want Ana and I to become sisters one day. But mainly because I know Christian doesn't think he deserves love.

Mom told me the story of Christian's adoption when I was old enough to understand, I was about 8 or 9. I've never really noticed it until one day I was looking at a family photo. Christian didn't look like the rest of us. His skin is naturally tanner, his hair is much darker and his eyes are a stormy shade of grey. That's when mom told me she and dad adopted Christian when he was little and why.

Since that day, I've wanted to show him that just because his birthmother neglected him, didn't mean we would too. I know Christian was struggling with some things and was in therapy for it. I wanted him to feel loved and wanted so when I was 14 I asked mom's permission to dye my hair. At first she said no but I told her why, that I wanted Christian to feel comfortable in our family, that he had someone that looked like him even though it was only hair. Mom gave me a long talk about family and blood not meaning you're family. At the end, she allowed me to dye my hair so I did, I dyed my hair a copper color to match his.

Copper did not look good on me, but Christian loved it because of the thought I put into it.

I liked the darker hair though so I switched to black and have been since.

Anyway,

Christian hasn't really claimed anyone as a girlfriend or brought anyone home to meet us. But I have seen the way he looks at girls and the way they react towards him. I also notice the way he looks at Ana is different. She's not just some girl to him, she's more than that, I know it. And I know she likes him too because she brings him up in conversations a lot and tries to act nonchalantly about it.

They may not see it yet, but they belong together.

I thought my best bet to get them to admit their feelings for one another would be to kiss. However, I knew they would need a little forced encouragement but I couldn't think of how until I was looking through our storage one day and the big CHRISTMAS DECOR written on our box of decorations was staring me in the face like a giant sign saying, use the mistletoe, use the mistletoe.

Unfortunately mom only uses fresh so I couldn't find any mistletoe in our Christmas decoration box.

However, I wouldn't let that foil my plan. And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find mistletoe during the summer. I had to order the darn thing online and it took forever for it to arrive since I had to order it from someplace far away, but once it came, I knew I had to use it.

I did and my plan worked!

Looking over at Ana as she covers herself in sun protection, she seems in a daze. I smile knowing exactly what she's thinking about.

"Are you thinking about that kiss?" I ask her.

"Huh? What?" She looks up at me and I can still see that daydream look in her eyes. Yup, she's thinking about it.

"Kissing Christian." I clarify, repeating, "Are you still thinking about it?"

"Oh, no." She giggles and, oh my gosh, she's blushing! She's totally blushing. I've never seen Ana blush so hard before.

"I think Christian really likes you." I tell her.

"No he doesn't. He just wants something from me."

"He does like you." I insist. "There's something about the way he looks at you and he calls you baby." How sweet is that?!

"Mia, he doesn't call a girl babe or sweetheart out of affection, he says it so he wont forget their name."

"That doesn't make sense." I argue. "He knows your name."

She ignores me because she knows I'm right.

"Tell me honestly, Ana." I try to sound nonchalantly as we lay back to tan. "Do you like my brother?"

"Of course." I knew it! "Elliot is very sweet and he loves Kat-"

"Not Elliot! Christian. Do you like Christian?"

"Ugh. No." It's not the same way as she would say it before if anyone would ask her that question. It seems more like an I don't know no rather than the no way no she would say before. I think her resolve is deteriorating.

"Why not?" I implore her to give me a reason since she never has before

I close my eyes as I enjoy the sun beating down on me as we talk.

"Well, for one, he's not a one woman kind of man, Mia."

"What if he was."

"He's not." She insists.

"How do you know?" She hasn't given him a chance to know if he's like that. I don't know if he is or not, but I know he has no problems finding company.

"He's always out late on the weekends, weekdays too. I know he's having sex with god knows who. He comes home extremely late, doing the walk of shame. And I know he's doing it because I hear the shower going at the same time very morning and I know it's not just from exercising like he says. If he exercised as much as he claims, he'd be a machine. What man wakes up every morning before everyone just to go to the gym or go running around the neighborhood then comes back home to shower when everyone wakes up. It's weird."

Yeah, okay she doesn't like him, that's why she knows all this about him. I call bullshit.

"He could be with the same girl, that doesn't mean he's with a lot of girls. And I happen to know he's single."

"Still. I couldn't date a guy like him."

"I asked if you like him, Ana, not if you would date him." I giggle. Though I secretly hope they do end up dating.

"No. I mean, well... I could like him. That is, if he wasn't so annoying. I could like him as a friend if he wasn't always trying to get into my panties."

She likes him, I know it.

It is now officially my mission to get these two lovebirds together so they can see how perfect they are for one another. Tonight, the real fun begins.

So Elliot & Mia are not adopted in this one, only Christian.