Thank you to my mom. You make my writing better!

This story is rated Mature for a reason. If you do not like it, then please don't read it. It is in the spirit of The 50 Shades of Grey story (No copyright is intended) therefore, it does contain BDSM.

Some of the characters in this story belong to EL James and The Fifty Shades Trilogy. No copyright is intended.

Anna's POV

I heard the bathroom door click closed and quickly got up, rushing to put clothes on so I could get out of there. My hands were shaking as I tried to button up my jeans. I managed to get out of my room and close the door without making too much noise. I made it to the smoke pit on the other side of the building before the tears started. Kneeling down next to the wall, I tried to make myself as small as possible. The tears burned down my cheeks. I could not help but question what had just occurred. I let a man put his hands on me. Who was I? I spent the next 20 to 30 minutes in the smoke pit, chain-smoking, trying to figure out what had happened. I could be honest enough with myself to know that I liked it, but what I couldn't understand is how I let it start begin with. I wasn't that person, I wasn't some deviant with the fucked up childhood who needed pain to be able to feel anything.

Shaking my head, I stood. Surely he had to be gone by now. At least I prayed that he would be gone. I slowly walked around to the front of the barracks, checking the smoke pit to see if he was there. When I saw that it was only a couple of my fellow classmates, I turned to go back up to my room.

"Hey Steele." One of them yelled. "What are you doing? Come over here." I looked over my shoulder to see who it was; I still couldn't recognize them by the sound of their voice.

I decided that one last cigarette before the end of the night couldn't hurt. I turned and started walking towards them, drawing another cigarette from my pack. As I got closer I could see that it was Sellers and Yates. Both of them were been in combat training with me, so we all had become close friends.

"What have you guys been up to tonight?" I asked.

"The usual drama." Sellers answered. "Hanging out at the E-Club, watching grunts. I guess a bunch of them called someone to pick them up because they were too drunk to drive their own vehicles back. But the guy never showed up. So they just ended up walking the mile back to the barracks."

"That sucks for them." I responded. I sat and listened to the banter between them as I finish my cigarette, wondering how my night would've been if I had just stayed at the club.

"I think I saw one of our new guys take a desert rat, you know one of the civilians that just wants to hook up with a Marine, back to his room here." Yates said. "They were both in civilian clothes, so I really couldn't tell."

Desert rats were usually the last to be taken home because their physical appearance left a lot to be desired. Their main priority was to marry or get knocked up by a Marine so they had guaranteed income, housing, and insurance.

"Yeah, we're waiting for her to come out." Sellers said.

"Why? You guys want sloppy seconds?" I said.

"Of course. Why the fuck not?" Sellers said.

"Have fun with that, I'm heading up." I said as I walked away. All the guys hooked up with the desert rat when they first get here. It's like a rite of passage or something. I guess after a month the combat training, you'd sleep with anything.

When I got back up to my room the overhead light was on again. My heart raced as I slowly walked in, searching, checking to see if he was still there. Once I was satisfied, I locked my door, and flipped off the light. Going to the bathroom, I started myself in the mirror. I didn't look any different. It felt like something had changed, but I couldn't see what it was. I turned on the water as hot as it would go in the shower. I wanted to forget. I needed to forget. Once the water lost it searing heat, it was time to get out.

I put on my skivvies and crawled into bed. My roommate would be home in the morning, and I could pretend like this never happened. It wasn't until I turned over to turn off the bedside lamp that I notice the slip of paper on my nightstand. Picking it up, I could his name, Christian Grey and his phone number. Not knowing if I actually want to keep it or not, I just stuffed it in my drawer. Out of sight, out of the mind, unless I was looking for it.

The next morning, I woke up at my usual time of 6:30 AM. Picking up my cell phone, I texted my best friend, Tara Young. How did everything go last night?

It was good. We were there until last call. Where did you end up? Tara responded.

I just came back to my room.

That sucks. You should've stayed with us.

Yeah, I agree. That probably would've been better.

Are you going to the Chow Hall for breakfast?

No. I think I'm going to go for run.

Have fun with that. It was a normal thing for us to say when we were done with a conversation.

As I sat my phone down, I went back to the bathroom. I wonder if I'd changed overnight into the monster I felt like. I still seemed the same when I looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I wasn't becoming that kind of person. It was just one night; I can chalk it up to a bad decision, right? I walked over to the window, sitting on the ledge; I looked out, wondering, what now?

I looked at my tennis shoes deciding that I really didn't want to run. So, I tossed on a pair jeans and a sweatshirt from last night, I'm not trying to win a beauty contest, and I made my way to the Chow Hall, hoping to run into Tara. Got my tray of food, and searched the dining area for her familiar face. I couldn't see her so I just sat at a table next to the window. I picked at my food in silence, not able to forget about last night. What was it that made him so unforgettable? Was it him, or was it what we did?

I spent the remainder of my Sunday doing laundry, pressing uniforms, and getting ready for field day. I'm proud to be a Marine, so I always make sure I look sharp in uniform. I hate polishing my boots, so I always get my neighbor to do it for me. I roll her sleeves, she makes my boots shine. This is something we learned in boot, to share our talents. Rolling sleeves is a talent, not everybody can do it right, making it stay all week, and look good. I can get just about anything I need done with the promise of rolling sleeves.

When I knock on her door, I hear scuffling around inside. It takes her a few moments to answer, and when she opens her door, I can see why. It looks like everything she owns is on the floor in the middle of her room.

"What the hell, Vega?" I asked. "Jackson's going to be pissed!" Jackson, her roommate, was more than a neat freak, even for a Marine. Not sure where she was, but field day for them was going to suck.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. But at least there's no inspection tomorrow." Vega answered.

"What do you mean, no inspection?" I asked.

"Don't you remember? We have our new Commanding Officer's (CO's) brief tomorrow." She said.

"Shit. I totally forgot. Why are they waiting till 1600 for it anyway?"

"I don't know. But you know they are going to form us up at 1400."

"I hate it when they do that. Now we get to stand in formation for two hours before the crap even starts. And you know everyone and their dog is going to want to give a speech."

"Welcome to the Marine Corps. Hurry up and wait."

"I know, right? Anyway, do you want me to roll your sleeves? My boots could use your loving hand."

"Yeah, my cami's are over there, in that pile by the door. Leave your boots; I'll drop them off whenever I'm done."

"Thanks Vega. I really appreciate it. Do you need any help in here?"

"No, I was looking for the picture of me and my girl. I thought I left it on my desk, but now I can't find it."

Vega usually didn't mention her girlfriend. She was always referred to as her best friend. Even though 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' had been repealed, it was still not okay to be gay in the Marine Corps.

"Well, let me know if you do," I said as I turned to pick up her uniforms.

I headed back to my room. Since there was no field day tomorrow, I decide to just veg out and watch TV. My roommate got in a little after 2100, looking annoyed.

"What'd he do?" I asked in reference to her boyfriend. He was always up to something that pissed her off.

"Same shit as always." She answered. I figured she didn't want to talk about it. But then again, when did she ever want to talk to me. We may have shared a room, but that was all we had in common. Her MOS, or job, was different than mine, so she was on a different schedule, in a different class, and knew different people than me.

As I tried to fall asleep, I couldn't help myself but picturing Christian above me. Between my legs, looking down at me with his head angled, asking that silent question. What if I had said stop? What if I told him no? Would he have continued? I chastise myself, knowing that the mere thought of him above me again, with the deepness in his eyes, I would said yes all over again. It with his images my mind that I fall asleep to. The dreams that follow are more than enjoyable.

Thank you for reading! More to come soon! -Cookie