Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy

Note: This is a continuation of 'I'll show you' ( the previous chapter)

I could not help myself. Haha. :p

Enjoy

Why must you be so stubborn?

xxx [[[ ]]] xxx

... The next evening ...

.

Since she was ten years old, Ana had two passions in her life: Art and taking photos. On her ninth birthday, she received a canvas, oil paint, paint brushes and an easel from her mom as a birthday gift. When she turned ten years old, her father gave Ana a camera on her birthday. She loved doing both things, never able to choose between the two. She became a professional photographer; however Ana never gave up on her artistry. So, she painted or drew anywhere and whenever she had the time to do so. In her back pack, she always carried her tools and sketchbook and drew the second she felt inspired.

The moment Ana felt inspired, she completely disappeared in a bubble, in her own world— her fantasy, not being able to resist it, while she shut everything around her out in the process. When in that bubble, no one and nothing could disturb her.

It was late in the evening, when Ana woke up, having the wonderful urge to draw. At this very moment inspiration hit her full on. It amazed her, wondering where that urge came from, because lately she had lost her inspiration to paint or draw.

As she shifted on the bed, Ana attempted to be very quiet, because she didn't want to wake up her temporarily housemate. He had been specific about her not moving too much, only doing so when it absolutely was necessary. She didn't like being ordered around, but she knew that he was right. And from his actions up until now, Ana knew that he was the kind of man who took things seriously, especially her injuries. She grabbed the crutch the gray-eyed man had given her, and walked carefully out of the bedroom. With her sketchbook, and pencils in one hand, she walked quietly with the crutch towards the living room. As she took a seat in the old, but comfortable chair, Ana scanned the place with her eyes in search of something to draw.

There wasn't much that could fuel her inspiration more, but then her blue eyes landed on Christian. He was peacefully sleeping on the large, comfortable couch.

.

.

*** Flashback ***

.

.

.

Ana was watching Christian, as he ate the cinnamon rolls that were on his plate.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, as he took a huge bite of his breakfast.

She shook her head, and drank her tea instead." No, I'm not hungry." Ana lied, but then at that exact moment her stomach growled.

He looked at her, and asked. "You don't like cinnamon rolls?"

"It's not exactly that I don't like it… let's say it doesn't like me." Ana replied.

"So, what does that mean exactly?" he asked, and furrowed his brows." Are you allergic?"

Ana didn't want to explain, so she lied once more." Yes, I'm allergic."

"OK, I'll go to the diner and get you something else to eat, when I'm done." He commented, and went on having his breakfast.

It was then, when she realized that she didn't know anything about the man. Ana decided then to begin with something small, because he looked like the brooding type, quiet, not very talkative.

"So… my full name is Anastasia Steele. What's your full name, Christian?" she asked, her blue eyes fixed on him.

The man instantly stopped eating, and stared at Ana. She saw how he clenched his jaw, and noticed how his body language had changed. When he was busy eating, he looked relaxed, but now it was all tense.

"Mister, I am not asking you for your credit card pin number, I'm just asking what your full name is." Ana said, as she locked eyes with him." It's just a simple question, you know. One I think you can answer without being suspicious."

He didn't reply, and instead looked at her with those piercing gray eyes. In response, Ana all of a sudden felt so uncomfortable, as if he was dissecting her, attempting to read her. She felt so exposed at that moment, even though her body was covered with his oversized shirt. He was assessing her right then, taking his time, making Ana feel anything but at ease.

At a certain point, she had enough of him staring at her, and was just about to throw a feisty comment his way, when he said." Christian Grey, my full name is Christian Grey…"

She smiled at that, glad that she finally knew a bit more about the man. " Well, Christian Grey, it's a pleasure to meet you. And I know I've said a couple of times already, but I wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving my life." She commented, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Uhuh." He replied, and went on with eating his breakfast.

Ana's mouth fell slightly open, as she watched how he devoured his food, making her instantly lose her appetite completely. She wondered why he all of a sudden was in a hurry, because he was shoving down the cinnamon rolls into his mouth as if someone was after him.

"So… uhumm, you said that you're gonna get me something else to eat?" Ana asked, as she watched him.

"Uhuh." He replied, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Can you also get me two kinds of pencils and a sketchbook, one I can draw on?" she asked a bit tentative, wondering if he would say yes.

"Fine." He said, and nodded." Just write it down for me which kind."

In response, Ana sighed in relief, a wide smile appearing on her pretty face. She was testing him, wanting to see if he would be suspicious of her like before. Now that she got this far, she decided to ask something else." Christian?"

He looked up at her, and raised an eyebrow." Uhuh?"

"Where am I? Because I looked at our surroundings and I don't recognize it at all. Am I still in Washington?" She said and looked at him questioningly.

Christian shook his head and said." Nope, we're in Oregon."

Ana's eyes widened at hearing that." What! In Oregon? What the hell am I doing here? How did I get here! Seriously?" she stood up and shouted at Christian.

He followed Ana's reaction, and he simply said." Miss, I don't know how you got here… all I know is that I found you in a ditch 300 meters from here. I know nothing more."

Ana groaned aloud, and attempted to walk away." I have to get out of here! I must go home; back to Seattle. My family must be worried sick about me!" She said, and took a couple of steps, but then she stumbled, and almost fell, the pain in her thigh excruciating.

In a blink of an eye Christian was at her side, and grabbed her roughly, managing to hold her against him, and breaking her fall in the process. His right hand was on Ana's hip, while his left one was gripping her on her waist. Ana gasped softly, the feel of his tight grip on her a bit painful, digging onto her delicate flesh.

"Ouch" she uttered, and then their eyes locked.

Christian instantly moved his hand till it ended up on her upper arms instead." Sorry... You OK?" He asked, as he stared into her pretty bright, blue eyes.

She nodded, and said." Yes, can you let go of me now?"

.

.

.

~ Some time later ~

.

"Christian, I have to at least call my dad and my work place to inform them that I'm fine. Can I use your cell phone?" Ana asked.

He furrowed his brows in response, as if he wasn't sure if she was being sincere or not.

"You do have one, right?" Ana asked, as she grew impatient with the man.

"No, I don't have one."

What the hell? Where has this man been living? Under a rock, in a cave or something? She wondered.

"And why not?" Ana asked flabbergasted.

"Cause I don't need one." he simply said, and stared at her.

"OK, uhmm… then I have to go, I must go back home... right now. Do you have a car?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Christian shook his head, and said." I used to... don't have them anymore..."

Ana rolled her eyes in response, and groaned." Then what do you have?!" she shouted, and glared at him, frustrated at the fact that those thugs had dumped her all the way in fucking Oregon!

"I don't understand why you are angry with me." Christian said, and looked at Ana with those piercing eyes.

She sighed deeply, and placed her face in her hands, covering it from his vision." I'm sorry… I'm not angry with you. I'm just frustrated, because I need to get back home." Ana replied, and then looked up at him." Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate everything you've done for me, Christian. I do, but I have to go back. People are waiting, and surely worried about me. You do understand that, right?"

Christian nodded at that. " Let your thigh heal first. Give it three days, then I will make sure that you get home."

"But three…" she began, but he cut her off.

"In the meantime, I will see if I can buy you a disposable phone." he told her." You have to listen to me, because I know these kinds of injuries. You should rest the leg, so it can heal properly. I did not take care of it, using my supplies— even though I barely had enough, so you can tear open the wound again by moving it too much. Don't be so stubborn." He scolded her, as his gray eyes bored into Ana's.

She huffed at that, and was pissed at him for talking to her in that manner. Yet, she decided to hold herself back, because she still needed the man! Ana wasn't happy with the fact that she had to wait three long days before going back home, but at least he will get her a phone." OK, I think I can live with that. Sure." She replied, her hands clenched into fists, while glaring at Christian. "So, you will go to the store now and buy the phone and a sketchbook?"

Christian nodded, and got up from the chair." Uhuh. Stay here, and don't put any pressure on your leg. I'll be right back. OK?" He said, and stared at Ana for a few moments.

"Of course I'm gonna stay right here." She said with a sarcastic tone, expecting a response from him.

However, he was already walking out the door." Not that I can go anywhere! You don't even own a car!" Ana fired at him, while feeling very discontent.

As she waited for Christian, Ana bit the insides of her cheeks, her brows furrowing. 'What happened to me? Usually I'm so fast with the witty or fiery remarks. Lately I've become so freaking slow in that department.'

.

.

.

** End of FLASHBACK **

.

Yup, that happened that morning...

While Ana looked for something to draw, she thought about Christian. For a weird, quiet, and brooding looking guy, he sure was a man of deeds, not words. Christian had kept his promise and provided her with a sketchbook and pencils, and more importantly a disposable phone, so she was able to call her dad and the gallery. Ana explained where she was at the moment, but didn't go into detail. Her dad and the people from her work asked her a dozen questions, but Ana kept the two phone conversations short, promising them that she would be back home within a week or so.

As Ana's eyes landed on Christian's sleeping form once more, it stayed locked on him. Her hand automatically began to move. With the pencil in her right hand, she took a better position in the chair, and began to draw. She studied every single feature on Christian's face, beginning with those closed eyes, those lashes as they gently rested on his face, his short locks, those cheek bones so sharp, she swore that it could probably cut glass effortlessly, his thick eye brows, his well-formed nose, those smooth lips, and last but not least, his well-defined jawline…

When he wasn't asleep, his piercing gray eyes were the only things Ana noticed and focused on, the rest of his face almost forgotten. But now that he's asleep, she definitely noticed everything else Christian was blessed with by the heavens above. And boy, was he blessed with a face like that!

Only when he was asleep, while his whole body relaxed, she noticed him this way. Right now, Ana didn't see him as the man who had saved her life or as the man who had a frightening appearance. At this very moment Ana looked at him not as Anastasia Steele, the professional photographer, but as Ana the artist. And as an artist, it dawned on her that Christian was a very beautiful man, one that she had to immortalize on paper.

As the pencil glided over the sketchbook, Ana got sucked into that bubble of hers. She noticed everything about Christian, drawing him effortlessly as he slept on the couch. It helped that it was late at night, the ticking of the clock the only sound that reached her ears. As the drawing on the paper took its magnificent form, it inspired Ana more to do this man justice. Ana poured all of what she saw in him on the sketch book, while bringing it to life, the masterpiece in her hands so beautiful it made a tear roll down her cheek without her even noticing it.

Ana didn't know what exactly caused her to have such an extraordinary feeling and flow in her fingers, giving her the ability to create and deliver such fine work. Was it her gratitude towards Christian for saving her life, or just the mere fact that he was able to inspire her artistry without even knowing it? Well, at the moment she did not have an answer to that question.

All she knew at this moment, was that the man who was sleeping on the couch had given her back the inspiration she had lost months ago.

"Thank you, Christian Grey." Ana whispered, as a genuine smile appeared on her pale, chapped lips.

.

.

.

The next morning, Ana awoke by someone shaking her harshly on her upper arm.

Crap! It was the gray-eyed man… he had discovered her sleeping in the old chair in the living room. Her eyes were still closed and yet she knew that Christian must be freaking pissed right now.

Why? Ana didn't listen to the man and had gotten out of his bed last night. His hand on her arm made her shiver, his grip on her delicate flesh harsh, even though his fingers didn't connect with her skin, the fabric of the over-sized shirt in between.

"Miss!" she heard the man say.

Ana slowly opened her eyes and stared right at two angry-looking, unforgiving gray eyes.

"You moved," He stated." I told you countless times not to do it, and yet you did."

She gave Christian an innocent smile, and said." Oops?"

In response, he gave Ana a very disapproving look and asked. "Why must you be so stubborn?!"

Note: Thank you all so much for reading my work, and for reviewing! :)

Hope you like this one.

xoxo,

J