A/n: Just a cute semi-filler chapter about an insight into the building of their non-sexual and sexual relationship.

Warnings: DD/lg play. Mention of Christian's inability to cope with touching.

Kinsley grabbed the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around herself as she sat up, Christian was next to her fast asleep. She picked her phone up off of the bedside table and checked the time, it was just after four in the morning on Monday. She was going to be joining Christian at work to check over his accounts and was admittedly a little nervous about it if she was honest but she knew she'd manage.

She was trying to remember how exactly she had ended up staying with him again, they had met Elliot for dinner which turned out to be a huge disaster and Christian ended up mad and quiet at some point after realizing Elliot's wife was joining them as well. Kinsley had tried to ease the tension and still couldn't figure out what it was that Kate hated about her, and she honestly didn't care enough to dwell on it.

After dinner, she had made the comment she had forgotten her dryer sheets and the next thing she knew she was waking up at 4 AM in his bed.

"Is everything okay, Kinsley?" Christian asked softly, propping himself up to glance at her. The glow of her phone reflecting off her face. "Nightmare?"

"I just woke up," she answered, locking her phone with a click, "I'll leave so you can sleep."

"No," sleep laced his voice and she felt one of his hand wrap around her wrist, "time?"

"Four in the morning," she felt herself being pulled towards him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tightly.

"Stay," he asked and she wasn't sure if he knew who he was talking to. His eyes were closed, his body was heavy and his voice tired and drawn out. "Pl-ease?"

Kinsley brushed her fingers through his hair, giving the locks a hard tug and making him look up at her, "do you see me?"

"Only you, Kinsley," he said immediately, his eyes searching her's in question, "stay, please?"

Kinsley leaned down and pressed her lips to his taking the kiss softly. Christian met her kiss, the arm around her waist in a tight grip and dragging her down to lay with him. She felt his other hand meet her hair and brush the long, dark locks back.

"Kinsley."

"Christian," she returned the statement, hooking her leg around his, "I need to go work out."

"I know a way I can burn a few calories for you, baby girl," he gave with a sleepy yawn, nudging his nose against her cheek.

"You're tired." She chuckled, "you need sleep."

"Be a good girl and let me decide when I sleep."

"Princess knows best," she smiled, their eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, he could make out her smile and pressed his lips to her own.

"Daddy knows best," he corrected, nipping at her bottom lip, "so be a good," he paused to shift her, "girl and listen."

"So persuasive," she cooed quietly, pulling her fingers through his hair, "be a good Daddy and tell me?"

"You and that smart mouth," Christian was much more awake now, his cock twitching against her thigh, "I should gag it."

"Mm." She licked her lips at the thought and her hand ran down his side to his hip, he tensed at the touch regretting it the moment she pulled back. "Oh?"

"No, no, it's okay." He grabbed her hand quickly and put it back on his side, suppressing the shiver, "it's okay."

"Grey," she tutted and gave his shoulder a pat, before putting some distance between them with a scoot back. "You're tired, we should get some more sleep."

"Baby," he pulled her right back in and when their eyes met in the faint glow from the moonlight he stopped, "sleep sounds best."

"What did I tell you?" She asked quietly, teasing him with her tone.

Christian smiled to himself, cuddling against her body and covering her leg with his own and her torso with his arm, holding her so tightly she couldn't move. Kinsley laid quiet beneath him, relaxing until she heard his snore and she pulled her phone back out dimming the light of the screen.

Christian woke later into the morning, nearing 7 and found Kinsley still wrapped around him. Or more accurately himself still wrapped around her.

"You slept well," she commented from her comfortable pose, "and do you know you sleep quite warm?"

"Do I?"

"I'm sweating because of you," she scowled, pulling a face at him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, and nuzzled his cheek against her flat stomach, "forgive me?"

"If I must," she said already turned back to her phone Christian found when he dragged his eyes back to her. Frowning to himself, he wanted her attention. All of it.

Christian reached up and plucked her phone from her hold, "what are you doing?"

"Grey," she whined, "give it back I'm reading."

"And what are you reading?" He lowered the phone to focus, "Bared to You?" He asked as he read the title aloud, relaxing against her stomach, "shall I read aloud?"

"If you'd like," she smirked, before grabbing the phone back, "but no need to, Grey, I much enjoy letting my mind run wild with the fantasy."

"Is that so?" He asked feeling her push against his shoulders, "no, we aren't going anywhere."

"I need to shower," she grunted giving him another push only to feel more of his weight against her frame.

Christian shook his head and grabbed her wrists, pinning them down to her side, and moving quickly to hover over the top of her. "I'll join you."

"This doesn't look like a shower, Grey."

"I suppose that's because it isn't one," he smarted back, kissing her cheek.

Kinsley chuckled pulling her wrist from his hold and tossed her phone onto his empty pillow before wrapping her arms around his neck, "take me?"

"Don't you dare tease me, Kinsley Brouche."

Kinsley grinned and hooked her legs around his waist, "take me in the shower," she changed her demand.

Christian gave a playful growl, "I don't think we're going to make it."

Christian couldn't lie he had every intention of the two walking in together, maybe grabbing breakfast and coffee beforehand but that wasn't the case. She had left after their long shower, insisting she had things to do and that was capable of taking her own car.

At least she's punctual, he thought as he watched her walking towards the door from his 5th story office, before glancing at his watch. It was 9:45.

He quickly sat at his desk not wanting to seem too eager and then jumped to his feet and made a beeline for the door, "Jennifer." He called as soon as he was out of it, the blonde turned around to look at him in question. "I am expecting someone, please keep them in the waiting room and I'll get them when I am ready." He said before heading down the hallway without another word.

Taylor raised a brow, starting towards him but Christian held up his hand shaking his head for the man stay put. He's such a child.

Kinsley stepped onto the elevator, reading the directory over the full drink tray of coffee she was carrying.

"Can I help you find anything?" A man asked, having joined her.

"Grey," she muttered, "ah, 5th floor."

"Since when does Mr. Grey do coffee runs?"

"I have no idea if he does or doesn't," she answered, "I'm only here to annoy him."

The man next to her quirked a brow and fell silent stepping off without another word on 3rd and up two more Kinsley was in the green and stepped out of the elevator.

"I had a feeling you'd be here," she smiled at Taylor the moment she stepped off, "I grabbed you coffee, almost went for Sprite but figured I'd be nice." She winked plucking one and passing it to the man who smiled in return.

"Hi, welcome to Grey Enterprise New York, can I help you?"

"You probably can, and you may." Kinsley answered, "I am looking for Grey, he around?"

"Mr. Grey had to step away for a second, but if you'd like to sit over there he will be with you as soon as he can." Jennifer stood and nodded, before brushing her blonde hair back. "May I get you anything to drink?"

Kinsley looked at the closed double doors, "he isn't in his office?" She glanced at Taylor as she asked who shook his head no. "You know," her eyes flashed to the nameplate on the assistant's desk, "..Jennifer a drink sounds lovely. I have no idea why I thought to get coffee." She started watching the girl hurrying to her feet and smile, "I'll show myself there, and you get me a water, huh?"

"Of course ma'am!" Jennifer smiled and hurried away, leaving Kinsley and Taylor alone.

"No one else wanted to work for the alluring Christian Grey? He settled on that light bulb?" She asked Taylor who took a drink of the coffee and glanced away as she opened the door and stepped into the office. Kinsley looked around the office as the door shut behind her and stepped over towards the large desk putting the coffees down, taking one for herself and a sip as she walked around the room.

"Did she leave?"

She heard through the door, smiling to herself when Taylor answered, "well, she's not out here."

"Mr. Grey is going to freak out!" She heard the panicked voice from the girl and rolled her eyes, before letting them scan over the stack of folders on the desktop. They were placed over a few other documents and she flipped one folder open to see it was account information assuming it was for her.

Kinsley took a seat in his high back dark brown leather seat and tucked herself into the desk flipping the folder open while properly glancing over the items not even five seconds in she saw a problem. Putting the coffee down she grabbed a sticky note and ripped it in a strand placing it over the line, not wanting to ruin the papers in case they were originals.

Kinsley glanced up at the ringing phone before reaching out and picking up the receiver, "Grey's office."

"Uh..." The voice on the other end said, "is this Jennifer again?"

"No, this is Kinsley, Grey's out may I take a message?"

"Who are you?"

"Kinsley Brouche," she answered looking up as the doors opened, "oh, hold on a moment." She spoke to the phone before placing her hand on the receiver, "I'll be with you in a moment, Grey, I have a phone call to take."

Christian looked at her before back to the blushing blonde assistant that was glaring at Kinsley with hard eyes.

"Alright, attention is all yours. Were you leaving a message?"

"Kinsley, are you his new assistant or...?"

"Think Jennifer should be fired too? I just met her and already I feel that way. I would suggest you file a complaint with HR, it's much more professional."

"No, uh, look I need to talk to Mr. Grey. when will he be back?"

"I'm not sure, what does this pertain to?" Kinsley kept her eyes on Christian the whole time, who was currently unfastening his suit jacket and taking a seat in the leather chair across from her.

"I saw someone suspicious on the elevator and security told me to report to Mr. Grey."

"Someone suspicious?" She whispered with a mock gasp, "I want to get this as accurate as I can, please give me a description?"

"Sure. She had a grey skirt on, black stilettos, and a dark maroon button-up blouse."

"Grey skirt," Kinsley looked down as she said it, eyeing her grey skirt, "black stilettos, and maroon blouse?" Christian raised an eyebrow, smiling and shaking his head. "Alright, and what did she do?"

"Well, she was taking coffees up to 5th and when I questioned her she denied it and said she was here to annoy him."

"No, really?" Kinsley blinked and sat back in the chair, "what did you say your name was?"

"Wesley, I'm head of Foreign Trade on 3rd - he should know me."

"He should?" Kinsley flashed her eyes back to Christian, "do you call him a lot?"

"No, we just had a meeting Thursday."

"Sure," Kinsley nodded, "I'll pass on the word, Wesley of Foreign Trade on 3rd. And security will be on the lookout for this girl."

"Thank you, Miss Brouche. If there are any questions just call me."

"Sure, have a good day." She hung up and looked at Christian, "Wesley would like you to know there is a girl wearing something quite similar to what I'm wearing that is probably a security threat."

"What did you do?"

"Me?" She scoffed and picked up her coffee, "I didn't do anything."

Christian laughed, "okay, fine, what did they do?"

"Made a joke, or so it sounds, about why they are here."

"Jesus, Kinsley," he shook his head and leaned forward, "well, make yourself comfortable."

"I brought you coffee," she nodded to the last coffee while taking a drink of her own, "are these the originals?"

"Shouldn't be, I asked Jenifer to get them for me."

"They might be then," Kinsley rolled her eyes and held up the paper, "so I used a few sticky notes in case they were, we should probably ask her."

Christian watched her curiously, "first, you already found things? Second, why do you dislike her?" He couldn't help himself thinking back to Ana's insecurities with his staff and fought down his frown he didn't think Kinsley was that type of girl.

"She asked if I wanted a drink and I was holding the coffees."

"Oh," he smiled and shook his head, "I'll just page her."

"Mr. Grey?"

"Jennifer," Kinsley spoke up, "those folders Grey had you pull this morning, did you make copies or are these the originals?"

"The Originals."

Kinsley looked at Christian and sat back, spinning the chair away with a smug smile in place.

"Come collect them and get us a set of copies."

"Yes, sir, I will be right there."

Christian stayed in his seat as the doors opened, and Jenifer hurried forward taking the stack off the desk, "this might take a moment," she said quietly, "but I'll be as fast as I can."

"My standards aren't unreachable, Grey, just some people don't even come close." Kinsley said once the blonde left finishing her coffee quickly before she pushed herself to her feet, "how do you handle security threats, Grey?"

"We've never had one but protocol is to get in contact with the police and escort them out."

"That's boring," she frowned leaning against the side of his desk and crossing her arms against her chest.

"What were you imagining?"

"I don't know, cuffs or chains...Y'know, something exciting." Christian looked at her in shock, fighting down the pulse his groin gave at the mere mention of, 'cuffs' and 'exciting' coming from her lips. She thrust her arms out between the two, wrist pushed together and palms up, "like a citizen's arrest, Foreign Trade on 3rd would have loved that."

Christian drug his eyes down her arms, letting them freeze at her wrist, "we could do that if you'd like?"

Kinsley grinned, "I could only imagine."

Christian reached out and grabbed her by the wrists, jerking her closer so they were nose to nose, "behind the back or in front?"

"Daddy's choice," she whispered a flush across her cheeks and a bright look in her eyes. The sudden knock at the door had Christian pulling back but she gripped at his arm, "right here, Daddy."

"You're a brat," he whispered and gave her a quick kiss before dropping her wrist and standing up. "I had the full intention of setting you up with a workspace, Miss Brouche, I'll walk you to it if you'd like?"

"Oh?" Kinsley glanced around the office, Jennifer hovering in the doorway, there was a large glass table on one side and a small set of furniture in the other corner to the left of his desk. "Right here is perfect," she pointed at the table.

"You don't have a program to run or anything, you mentioned last night something about a program?"

"I don't need to, at least yet," she shook her head, "if I do it gets all types of serious on my end because the program cost money to run."

"Implying this isn't serious then?"

Kinsley laughed and looked at the coffee next to her, "do you not drink coffee, Grey, it's getting cold."

He took it from her, and took a sip, "now my question?"

"What?"

"This isn't serious? You ju-."

Kinsley sighed, and cut him off, "I am taking it serious Grey, I just don't need the program at least yet. It's a simple fix for me and easier for me to just do it myself if I do it the other way I'll have to pull out a contract and all this other shit because the program costs money. This way I don't have to deal with that." Christian fought down his annoyance at her interrupting him as he processed her words. Kinsley stepped away from the desk and over to the table, "right here." She said with a point, grabbing her bag off the chair she had laid it on, "thanks."

Christian watched Kinsley closely, realizing she wasn't planning on charging him for his. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, clipping it back, and then reached into her bag again pulling something out that he found to be glasses. She took the thin semi-rimmed cat-shaped glasses and slipped them on, opened a folder and settled in.

He watched her a moment, she read through the report before she grabbed a highlighter from her bag and set to work.

It was the sound of a squeak that made him look up again, hours later, and when he did he saw Kinsley holding a folder in one hand and black expo marker in the other, writing on the glass table. She had been quiet for the past three hours, only small mumbles and scribbles came from her as she worked through the accounts.

Christian stood up and edged closer, seeing she had made the surrounding area her own, across the table was a chart written in the black expo marker, numbers under each of the names. All the folders were spread out on the floor in stacks, how did I miss this? He thought as he approached, "everything okay Kinsley?"

She looked up taking a minute to focus before she smiled, "Grey!" She greeted him and turned back to the table, "oh this comes off." She added reaching out to swipe at a bit, "see?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "what are you doing?"

"Making a chart and noting each occurrence." She explained with a point, "these accounts don't have that many, they're small numbers but go further back from Seattle." She explained and stepped over a stack looking at the files before grabbing another and turning around to show him, "this one started in New York, it was the first to start here." She explained as she capped the expo marker and put it between her lips bending over to go through another stack, "this is when it started getting big, about 7 weeks ago they started siphoning it out by the thousands."

"Christ," Christian grabbed the file from her flipping through to see the highlighted lines, "and where is the lead up to $53,000?"

Kinsley pointed at the table, pulling the marker from her mouth, "last week when the accountants ran this file they would see it pulled $15,000 and the week before... uhm, this one," she pointed, "pulled $20,000 but for some reason they didn't report it, I guess?"

Christian frowned, "this doesn't tell us where it is going does it?"

"If you can get me clearance to view the accounts I could tell you in five seconds," she shrugged.

"I give you clearance," he chuckled holding his hand out, "I'm the boss one of the perks."

"A king in your own, Grey." She took his hand stepping around the folders, "thank you."

"Sure," he kept his hand wrapped around hers, and she didn't pull away though her free hand quickly pulled her glasses off and she tucked them into the button of her shirt as they walked.

"Pretty exciting isn't it?" She asked, squeezing his hand tightly as she followed him.

"I am sure I would be more excited if it wasn't my money getting stolen."

"Well, tit-for-tat," she waved a hand, smile in place as they two stepped off at the third floor, "gonna give 'ole Wesley a heart attack, Grey," she smirked over at the man, dropping his hand once they were on the floor and taking a step away.

"Couldn't have that," he muttered to himself and stopped at the accounting office, in the open office style room were four men sitting at their computers looking up in shock. "Gentlemen," he started, "this is Miss Brouche," he introduced the girl who was grinning and walking towards one of the computers.

"Hey," she smiled, "I need to see a salary roll for the office, and the last seven weeks pay sheets."

Christian stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him and headed over watching as it got pulled up. The man pulled it up and scooted back, giving her his chair as he stepped away. Kinsley took the seat and looked up at Christian, "does this look right?"

"Yeah," he nodded and watched as she pulled up the payroll from 7 weeks ago. He was mostly joking as he started counting, in his mind, 1... 2... 3... 4..-

"Oh," she whispered and looked up at Christian with two wide eyes, "uh..."

"What?"

"Look at the name," she whispered and pointed straight ahead.

Michael.

"That could be a scapegoat?"

"You're telling me the man gained an extra $5,000 dollars and kept it quiet because he's a scapegoat?" Kinsley rolled her eyes, and looked back at the sheet, "which one of you is Ted?"

"Me," a guy from the far desk turned around.

"What did Michael tell you was the reason for this increase?" Christian asked but before the man could answer, Kinsley reached out touching his side for his attention, "what?"

He stepped back from the grip on his side, and her hand fell but she didn't even notice as she was pointing at Ted's salary now, "he didn't tell him anything, baby, he paid him." She went through Ted's payroll and laughed softly, "that's why it never got brought up until last week, Ted here was sick and a... Martin covered for him?" Kinsley looked up, pushing back from the chair, "Martin?" The man who had helped her nodded, "hey, good on you." She smiled widely, "can you print these out for Grey?"

"Sure, Miss Brouche."

Kinsley looked up when the printer started, Ted and Christian were staring at each other. She looked at the other three and gave a nod towards the door before placing a hand on Christian's arm and gathering his attention again, "we're gonna step out, Grey," she smiled and gave him a small wink, "don't forget my papers when you leave?"

Christian didn't want to smile but how could he not with that beautiful, brilliant, face looking at him the way she was. "Sure, we'll be just a moment."

When he got back to his office he found Kinsley on her hands and knees collecting all the files, "why is the door opened?" He asked and saw her jump and glance back.

"Jennifer said she doesn't trust me," she answered, sliding her glasses off again, "anyway, I'm almost done picking these up." She explained sitting back against her heels.

"What is all of this?" He asked nodding towards a growing stack of papers.

"Proof," she sighed, "I'll write up a report once I'm finished for your records. After I grab lunch, though, I'm starved."

"Oh," he blinked a few times, there is no way in hell she is doing all of this work for nothing. "A report? I can have my own accountants do it?"

"Uh," she sucked in a breath through her teeth, "I'd rather since I did all the work. If you don't want to use it no problem you can have it be a guideline for them or you can throw it away, I'm going to do it anyway."

"Miss Brouche," he said softly, bending down next to her, "we should write up that contract you don't want, this is..."

Kinsley pressed her finger to his lips, shaking her head. "Nonsense, this is the most fun I've had in years." She smiled, "knowing you, it's about the whole 'doing it for free thing', hm?" Christian sighed giving her a serious look, "buy me lunch Grey and we're even. I'm starved." She repeated the sentiment rubbing her stomach.

"Well then, come on." He stood up watching her rock back and reach for him, letting him pull her to her feet. They were close as he put her down, she looked up at him smiling.

It was quiet, that was until Jennifer darkened the doorway with a knock and a throat clear, "Mr. Grey?"

"What?" He asked looking over and Kinsley stepped away. She let her hair down from the clip, which had only made it waiver in its confines, and laid her glasses on the table as she grabbed her phone from inside the bag. She hadn't listened to their conversation, because it didn't involve her and she didn't care until Christian said her name after her stomach let out another quiet growl. "Kinsley," he smiled as their eyes met, "let's go."

"I'm yours," she grinned and turned towards the door, "what's good around here?" Christian thought it over, listing a few options for restaurants in the nearby area, Kinsley picked one with a smile, "Italian is my second favorite."

"Are we walking?"

"Yes, that's fine," she smiled stepping a bit closer to him as the two started down the semi-busy hallway, heading for the elevators.

Christian looked across his office at the table, it was empty and if he was honest he missed her. She had left in a quiet anger he feared. When they had got back from lunch they had found Jennifer had cleared the table off and picked up all the folders. It was almost like having to restart, which Kinsley tried to pretend it didn't bother her but not even two minutes later she had her bag packed and she said, "I'll be by in the morning. I can't focus right now."

Christian sighed, he hadn't done much the last few hours of the day besides glancing at the table. He had realized right after she left he didn't have her number, he didn't have any way to contact her other than knowing where she lived. And he couldn't decide if it was borderline crazy to just show up.

"Taylor," he said as he stepped out of his office, "ready." He added and the two made their way out, "I want to go check on Miss Brouche."

They pulled up 40 minutes later, Taylor pulling off to the parking garage as Christian headed into her building. He stopped at her front door and knocked, taking a deep breath in worry.

"Christian?" Andrew asked opening the door, "everything okay? Where is Kins?"

"I was hoping here, she left my office upset at my assistant and I wanted to check on her."

"Mad? She's probably out running or at the gym."

He stepped into the house when Andrew stepped back, "do you mind if I wait?"

"Sure," Andrew shut the door behind him, "she's probably running if she was already at the gym today." He added welcoming the man in, "drink or anything?"

"No, it's okay," he followed Andrew through their house, finding he was playing some mind-numbing video game and once he sat down Andrew glanced over.

"I can change it to a game or something?"

"You're fine. I have some emails to answer." Christian said pulling his phone out and doing just that.

He wasn't there but 20 minutes when the front door opened and he could only guess it was Kinsley at the way she groaned tiredly and a whine followed. "Annndrewww," she whined out heading into the front room, pulling her sweat soaked shirt over her head and when it was off her whine fell silent as she let out a quiet, startled, 'oh!' at the sight of Christian sitting on her couch. "Grey?"

"Miss Brouche."

Andrew glanced up, clearly unfazed as he handed her another controller, "I've been farming."

Kinsley reached for the controller blindly, dropping her shirt to the ground behind the couch before she looked at Andrew, "what?"

"Farming." He repeated, standing and turning on the second TV then bending to turn the other console on as well, "we're trying to plan a raid," he added and Kinsley finally looked back at Christian.

"Andrew, give me a second?" She added looking at him seriously, the man blew out an irritated breath.

"It's almost six, Kins. We raid at six, okay?"

"Oh, shut up!" She snapped through a glare at her best friend as he walked away towards the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on you," Christian shifted forward, "honestly, I just wanted to make sure you were okay?"

"I'm fine, you could have called?"

"I don't have your number," he admitted, "I'll leave, I just wanted to make sure you were fine."

Kinsley used the toe of her shoe to slide one tennis shoe off, the other following and she kicked them away towards her bedroom, "it's fine, you're fine."

"I... are you joining them?"

"No probably not," she sat the controller down on the side table, "I-I uh, should clean up."

Christian chuckled, "I always seem to catch you when you're dirty."

Kinsley grinned, "what else do you expect?" She eased towards him and crawled into his lap without invitation, "very cute of you to show up." She grabbed his phone from his hand, straddling his lap, "I can't believe you didn't find my number."

"Wouldn't want to scare you with my stalking, I have a feeling you might not like that."

"You sound like my father." She muttered, typing her number in.

"Surprisingly not as sexy when you say father."

"I wasn't being sexy," she answered, finishing putting her number in. "Right there under baby girl," Kinsley handed him his phone back, "busy?"

"Mm," he shrugged, setting his phone down, "I was having a conversation with Ros."

"Who is that?"

"My right hand, I had to tell her about what happened today."

"Ah," Kinsley nodded, "I was planning on making a salad tonight," she said, "if you want I can make something else for you?"

"Are you asking me to stay for dinner?"

"I suppose I am," Kinsley got off his lap and stepped around the couch leading him into the kitchen, "we have the option of chicken... or hot dogs."

"Hot dogs?" Christian pulled a face, "you eat that?"

"I haven't in a long time," she shook her head, "Tyler's favorites, he likes to cut them up into Macaroni."

"That sounds terrible," Christian said quietly, "chicken."

Kinsley laughed shaking a small shiver off, as she pulled it out. Christian could see the goosebumps on her skin and when she turned her back to him he saw all the scars on her back.

"Alright, Grey," she gathered his attention, "what kind do you want? Baked? Or...?"

"That sounds great," he smiled, "do you mind if I have a glass of wine?"

"Wine?" She turned and looked around the cabinets, "is it out or...?"

"Do you drink wine?"

"No." She laughed, while looking around, "Tyler and Andrew do.. oh! They'd probably know where it was. Hold on."

"I saw it in the icebox," Christian explained, pulling it open, "so?"

"Go ahead," she nodded reaching up to get him a wine glass, "here you are."

"Thank you," he took the glass, opening the bottle, "what would you like?"

"Uh, sweet tea... I'm going to change, I'm getting cold." She added, "watch the chicken!"

Christian woke when he heard the door sliding open, he sat up glancing around the unfamiliar room and over where he remembered the door was seeing it cracked open just slightly. He listened closely before checking the bedside alarm to see it was only 3 in the morning. He saw a soft light flood through the door and got up going to check.

Kinsley was laying on the couch, her feet were hanging over the arm and she was stretched out on her back with her long, dark hair above her strung out against the couch cushions as she combed her fingers through it. He hesitated not sure if he should approach her, watching her stretching her legs and then folding one up so her foot was pressed to the arm of the couch and her other hand reached down rubbing the sole of the propped up foot. She laughed quietly at whatever it was she was watching and he stepped into view, "Kinsley?"

"Christian!" She dropped her arm and raised up, "sorry if I woke you?"

"You're fine," he smiled waving her back down, "I had just heard the door and wanted to check on you."

"I'm sorry Grey, just couldn't sleep."

Christian moved towards her, "you don't sleep much?" She looked away towards the TV and felt the cushion beside her dip. Christian ran his fingers through her hair and let it fall over his lap watching her relax. "You have a lot of hair, Kinsley, I hadn't realized."

"Never dyed it and only get trims." She answered with a smile.

"Really?" He mused as he tugged on the strands, "it's beautiful."

"Thank you," she had her eyes closed and was wiggling towards him. He froze when her head rested on his lap, looking down at her. "It's just the nightmares," she said quietly as she relaxed, "they keep me from sleeping."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shifted smiling up at him, "to help me sleep?"

He lifted an eyebrow in question, "...are you coming on to me, King?"

"Depends where does the offer end?"

Christian smiled, looking down at her with a lifted brow, "is that even a question?"

"It might be," she answered rolling over to her side before propping up on her hands and knees next to him.

"It shouldn't be." His breath came out in a heavy sigh as he leaned back. She pressed her hands to his thighs and moved over him, straddling his lap now.

"Daddy and his ways," she shook her head with a playful smile, "I will tell you though, Grey, I don't only have nightmares. I've had a few fantasies, too."

His eyes grew wide and he looked at her in shock, "Miss Brouche," he laughed with a whisper, "I am dying to hear about those."

"Are you?" She smirked and leaned forward, her lips hovering over his, "might scare you away."

"I doubt that." He grinned, flicking his tongue out against his lips with a wink.

She chuckled and leaned in the rest of the way, taking his lips in a kiss. Christian would have sworn he had never felt anything like it in his life - and he had been kissed quite a few times, but never the way he was kissed just then. Kinsley's fingers dove into his hair and she tightened them slightly when his hands gripped her hips tightly earning a hiss from Christian as he pulled back.

"Kinsley," he whispered when she bit his bottom lip.

"Grey," she answered, pressing her forehead to his and pushing down on his lap.

"You live with people."

"Fun, isn't it?" She smirked, reaching between the two so she could cup him through his sleep pants. Her fingers had barely brushed his length when he grabbed her wrist and held it up, "if it's that big of a deal we can go to the room, okay?" She whispered and pulled back slightly.

Christian shifted in question, "is this what you want, baby girl?"

"I..." She gave a shy nod and sat back on his lap, pulling her hand out of his hold.

Christian smiled, "it's cute when you get shy."

"Shut up," she muttered, looking down.

"Ah, baby," he whispered, holding her tighter, "that's not very acceptable..." Kinsley rolled her eyes, and his jaw tightened at the sight, "each time you roll your eyes I want to put you over my knee and spank you." He growled and his fingers flexed hard against her thighs, "and each time you call me Grey I want to take a riding crop to your ass."

Kinsley laughed abruptly, her head falling back and her hair tickled his hands. He eyed her carefully, her smile stayed as their eyes met and she shook her head, "you're something else... Grey." He blew out a tense breath, relaxing his hold on her just enough to drag her closer.

"You don't get to just pick and choose when we play by your rules or mine."

"Well actually..."

"We have to meld them, baby girl." He gave her a kiss on the lips, "you want me to take you right out here in the middle of your apartment still?"

"I do," she gave a small wiggle, "spankings and all, Grey."

"King?" Came from the side room, Andrew wandering in. "Oh..." he snickered, and waved his hand, "was just going to ask you to quiet down but I'll pretend to not hear anything."

"I like to live on the edge just as well as the next person but I'd rather not," Christian pressed her tight against his lap, once the door sounded, "we've already had one visitor and that isn't my thing."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he walked, and tilted her head in thought, "okay Daddy. We need a safe word, by the way, because I have a feeling you would be saying it right now."

"Red?"

"That's boring," she stuck her tongue out, "I want something cute. Mm... strawberries!"

"Strawberries?" He gave a nod of approval.

"I have to have a unique one for everyone, strawberries is yours."

"You don't have any extras, do you? That's a strawberry for me."

"Not in the slightest." She smiled, "but do you really want to talk about that, Grey?"

"Call me Grey again and I am going to swat you, Kinsley."

"Promise?"

"Keep it up and I won't even have that be a requirement." He slid her door closed behind them, before walking her over to the bed and putting her down on the edge.

"Are you going back on your word, Grey? How dare you."

"What did you just call me?" He bent down so they were nose and nose, and watched her smile.

"I believe that was Grey," she answered, "now you promised me a swat, and I have yet to receive one."

"A little mouthy, aren't ya?"

Kinsley chuckled, "where would Daddy like me?"

Christian smirked, "there is another for that sarcastic tone you have."

"I'm resilient Grey, keep it up and I might have a handprint on my ass."

He did plan on keeping it up, and from the looks of it so did she as she mouthed the word, 'three' at him before he sat next to her and tucked her over his lap.

She had her palms to the floor, her back arched and her feet dangling just above the floor. Her hair fell over her shoulders and face and she was quiet - just like that day in the bath.

He brought his hand down in a hard swat over her backside.

"One," she said as soon as his hand lifted, and Christian almost came unglued. Oh, sweet Jesus.

"Two."

He rubbed her thighs, and brought his hand down again feeling her relax right into his leg, "three."

Christian shifted so she was on his lap and he was holding her. "I want to undress you," he whispered, "arms up." She shivered, doing just that and he watched her turn two big eyes to him and he pulled her shirt over her head. "Stand up."

She did, on her feet the moment he said it using his hand even though she didn't need to. She wanted to. She wanted to feel taken care of, she wanted to feel small. She wanted to feel him caring for her, protecting her, and easing her out of her clothing. Just like he was now, he reached out and slipped his hands against her hips sliding down her panties so she was naked.

His eyes trailed over her body unapologetically, her scars across her stomach and thighs made his heart race.

"Daddy?" She asked quietly, cupping his cheek, "look I know it's not appealing, I get it. Sorry, I can cover up though? I have things... to wear? I'm used to it."

"Used to it? What are you talking about, Kinsley?"

"My scars..?"

Christian shook his head, "oh, baby, you're perfect. Nothing could take that from you." Christian reached out and pulled her forward, laying her on the bed and him hovering over her, "I've told you this before, Princess." He nuzzled her neck softly.

Kinsley slid her legs open, and hooked one leg around his hip pulling him in tightly, "Grey I need you to get undressed." She whispered, stretching up to kiss him, "pretty please, with loads of sugar on top."

"So demanding," he smirked down at her, "so demanding." He picked up on the change and he knew she wasn't in that space, but this was fine. He just liked her any way he could have her.

"I am the king," she answered, untying the string of his sleep pants, "and I say you should get undressed."

"Yes ma'am," he smiled at her giggle and pulled his shirt over his head.

Christian had her pressed against the bed, he laid on his side as she slept on. Their alarms had gone off more times than he could count but he didn't want to wake her, he knew he was late but for some reason, the idea didn't bother him for the first time in lord knew how long.

Kinsley was finally sleeping, after their morning - which he would wager she had more stamina than he did at this rate, it was almost 6 before she finally fell asleep. He wasn't going to let her sleep past ten and he had a few more minutes to enjoy this. This being Kinsley sprawled across the bed, her hand on his arm with tight fingers around his wrist and her cheek pressed against the muscle of his arm. He couldn't imagine anything felt better than that, at least nothing had ever felt better than that.

He reached out slowly brushing a few strands of hair back and studying her face. It was starting, he knew. Her fingers tightened around his wrist and her face was pulled into a look. One that he didn't like seeing, he wanted to wait until ten but he didn't want her to have another nightmare.

Christian leaned down, pressing his lips to her temple and waking her softly, "Princess." She stirred, he felt it first on his wrist and then she cuddled closer, it was easier to brace the odd feelings that coursed through his body until he got used to it when he could see her coming. And then she was against his chest and clinging to him and blinking the sleep back, "good morning beautiful."

"Mm," she hummed quietly, shutting her eyes.

"I let you sleep as long as I could," he brushed his hand up and down her back, nuzzling her cheek.

"I can tell how uncomfortable you are," she said after a moment, "you told me that day over the weekend I can touch you anywhere but when I do you don't like it."

"Just takes time for me to get used to it again," he answered honestly, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. "I don't hate it, I just feel it."

"I try to remember."

"You do a good job, and you're very respectful of everything."

Kinsley smirked, lifting her head and sitting back before he could stop her, "good thing it wasn't that perfect ass of yours."

Christian laughed loudly, and Kinsley would wager that was one of the first times she had him completely laugh, "good thing."

"I like it far too much."

"I have noticed that."

Kinsley stretched her arms above her head and gave a few twists with her yawn, "well," she mumbled, "you're too cute."

"Thank you, baby girl."

"Daddy needs to shower," she winked, "that hair of yours is a mess."

"That would be your fault because you sure love to play with that too."

"Can't keep my hands to myself, Daddy, not my fault." She winked and rolled off the bed, naked in all her glory giving her backside a little shimmy as she looked over her shoulder, "c'mon Grey."

Christian sat up with his eyes on her, there she is.