Crash Course:
Chapter 7

(Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the characters of Fifty Shades of Grey, only my original ideas belong to me.)

The next morning, I awaken from the pouring sunlight through the curtained windows. The first thing I notice is that I'm no longer laying on the soft Persian rug, instead I'm on something way more cushioned and comfortable. Eventually, my eyes flutter open and adjust to the brightness and unfamiliar surroundings of the room I'm in. It's a light, airy bedroom with pale blue walls and white furniture. The bed is huge, with thick, clean sheets and the same quilt I was draped in last night.

This must be Christian's bedroom...

My cheeks redden as I recall the events from last night... his lips on mine, his hands on my body, in my body...

Goosebumps appear all over me as I mentally relive the trembling feeling of my release when he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. God, it was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced... My body felt like it was on fire every time his lips touched my breast and sucked on the soft pink flesh. I shudder and sit up on the bed. When the sheets fall down to my waist, I notice that I'm still completely naked. I look down at my nipples as they harden from being exposed to the cold air. I pull the sheets back to my body, but freeze when I spot a note on the bedside table.

Ana, Good morning, I hope you slept well. I went out to buy something for breakfast, I don't know how long I'll be out. Help yourself to a nice, warm shower and to any clothes of mine. See you soon, Christian.

The water is warm down my back, and although he doesn't have my favorite grapefruit scented bodywash, his soaps and shampoos smell just as great. Steam fills the glass walls of the shower and from under the water, I realize just how sore my body is from last night. My back and shoulders hurt when I stand up straight and the muscles in my stomach feel weak. I lather myself with a fancy bodywash, starting from my sore shoulders and work my way down. I run my fingers over my nipples and they harden under my touch. They feel tender but a familiar jolt runs through me as I lightly squeeze them. A low moan escapes my lips as I do it again, twirling the stiffened pink skin between my fingers.

I look down at them and notice how elongated they are and I'm turned on by the sensation of touching myself.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back and remember the way Christian's lips sucked on them as I continue to roll them between my fingers. Something warm tingles between my thighs and my breath stops as continue to pleasure myself. Biting softly on my lower lip, my hands slide down my wet body and straight to my core. I part my legs and begin to rub myself before letting out another quiet moan. I place one hand on the shower door for support as I place a finger inside myself. Thankfully, the sound of the pouring water hitting the tiled shower floor disguises the noises coming out of my mouth.

Slowly, I begin to mimic the way Christian touched me last night. My finger slides up and down between my folds, and despite the hot running water, I can feel my own juices building up inside me. I'm panting as I start to move my finger from left to right and then in a circular pattern, the feeling is extraordinary. I notice something forming inside of me and my body begins to shake. I don't stop until I cry out loudly in pleasure and I feel the the relief of my release running down the side of my leg. The intensity is too much and I pull my hand away and collapse on the wet wall behind me.

Minutes later I return to the bedroom with the fluffy towel wrapped around me and a look of embarrassment on my face. My cheeks are red as I glance quickly at myself in the large mirror that hangs above a handsome dresser. I have never, ever touched myself before... is this normal?

When I open the first drawer, the smell of fabric softener is noticeable as I eye the neatly folded rows of underwear. I smile while slipping on a soft pair of dark blue boxers with a plaid design. They fit me like shorts, but the elastic on the waistband forms to my body. In the drawer underneath, I find a plain gray t-shirt that fits a little baggy but the material feels nice against my bare breast.

"Good morning, Ana."

I walk into the kitchen to see the back of Mr. Christian Grey as he fumbles with something on the counter. He turns around a sends a smile and a wink straight at me. My knees feel weak and I smile in his direction before he turns back around. He looks as handsome as ever this morning, with his messy hair drooping in front of his forehead and his loose black pants and a fitted navy blue t-shirt. I notice the bitter smell of brewing coffee and the sweet smell of breakfast pastries.

"You look good in my clothes," he admits.

Flushing, I turn red as I remember what happened between us last night and the moment I had in the shower just a few minutes ago. I decide not to tell him about it, because I don't know if he'd care or not. I choose to remain quiet as I take a seat on one of the round stools.

"It stopped snowing about a couple of hours ago, but most of the main roads are still closed for precautions. Everything should be cleared in a few hours, but until then we should stay indoors. Anyway, the supermarket was closed, but the bakery was open for some reason. I hope you like muffins."

Suddenly, I wonder what time he must of woken up or if he had fell asleep at all. I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even wake up during the transformation of the rug on the floor to the nice comfortable bed. I'm brought back into reality as I hear Christian calling my name and I can feel his steel gray eyes boring a hole into me.

I nod, "Of course, I love muffins."

"You seem very distracted this morning," He smiles and places a small plate in front of me with a large blueberry muffin. My stomach growls loudly before I take a bite, I didn't even notice how hungry I was... Soon, there's a mug of tea beside me and Christian's sipping a cup of coffee. I'm not sure how he knew that I preferred tea over coffee but I don't say anything about it. I'm pretty sure he's notice me drinking tea in class instead of coffee like the rest of the students.

He joins me at the breakfast bar and our legs rub against each other as we eat in silence.

I manage to finish the entire muffin and Christian beams at me while I sip on my tea.

"What do you want to do today?"

"I just want to be with you, if that's okay," he smiles.

I feel something warm in my chest and I break the eye contact between us. Looking down, I play with a strand of my hair, "Aren't you sick of me?"

A deep chuckles leaves his mouth, "Never, Anastasia."

I lean over bravely and kiss him. He holds the back of my head in place as he returns the surprise kiss. He smiles against my lips, "We could watch a movie."

I pull away from him slowly, "I thought you didn't have your TV set up yet."

"I don't, but I'm sure it'll only take a few minutes. Everything I need is over there," he gestures toward the stacked boxes in the foyer. Eying the boxes, I notice that they're all no bigger than 2 feet on all sides.

"Your TV is in one of those boxes?"

Christian laughs loudly and stands up from the stool, "No, just the wires and projector."

"Projector?"

He quirks his eyebrow, "Yeah, I kind of like what I use in school. Come, I'll show you," he holds his hand out for me and I don't hesitate before taking it and following him. He leads me from the kitchen, down a short hallway with a few closed doors on each side. He pauses in front of one of the doors and holds it open, allowing me to walk in before him, "Welcome to the TV room."

It's about the same size as the living room, but has no windows or a fireplace. Instead, there's dimmed lighting and a couple rows of big, soft cushioned couches. There's a large screen in the center of the wall and speakers on either side. As I walk further in, I realize that it reminds me of a miniature movie theater.

"This is... incredible."

He smiles at my amazement and gestures over to a shelf on the side, "You can pick out the movie," there are rows and rows of DVDs, "Ill go get the wires and stuff."

Christian leaves the room and I examine the many movies that he has available. I smile at titles like Harry Potter and The Twilight Zone. My eyes travel through the different genres, but I notice that he has mostly Action movies and almost no Comedies. I pull out the movie Taken and read the synopsis on the back. I almost don't notice when Christian comes wafting back into the room holding one of the cardboard boxes, "That's a great movie, I've seen it with Elliot. Twice."

I look up at him and smile before catching a quick gaze of his gray eyes.

He disappears behind the screen and starts to mess with the wires from the box.

I examine the collection of movies once more before I decide to just go with the first one I picked. Plopping down on to the over-sized couch, I wait patiently for Christian to finish setting everything up.

"Ta-da!" He emerges from behind the screen minutes later just as it illuminates brightly, "So I got the DVD player on and the cable too. Did you choose a movie?" I nod and hold out Taken. He chuckles, takes it from my hand and pops it into the DVD player. Soon, the screen is showing the menu for the movie and Christian presses play with the remote control.

I lean my head on his shoulder as the movie starts and he wraps an arms around my small body.

"I like having you around," he kisses the side of my forehead, "I don't want you to go."

"I won't go," I smile.

"You say that now, but when the roads clear up, you'll be on your way home," he pouts.

My eyes soften, "Hey, at least you'll see me on Monday."

He shakes his head playfully, "Yeah, I'll see you in school with a podium and three rows of students between us," he strokes the side of my face, "Oh Anastasia, what have you done to me? I don't know how I'm going to be able to concentrate in class when all I'll be thinking about is your soft lips," he leans down and kisses me roughly. Closing my eyes, I return the kiss and he pins me under his body.

I whimper under him.

"I won't be able to kiss you when we're in school," his lips rub against mine as he talks, "And I won't be able to touch you either."

I gasp as his hand sneaks through the bottom of the t-shirt and moves up toward my chest. His thumb strokes the already hardened and aroused breast as he trails kisses from my lips down to my chin. I cry out when he bites down on my jaw bone while simultaneously squeezing my nipple between two fingers. His lips find mine again and his tongue finds its way in. It swirls around rubs against mine in the warmth of my mouth.

He continues to pleasure me and I'm feeling that familiar build up from last night and in the shower this morning. My face is warm as I blush, remembering the way I touched myself while thinking about him. His grip on my nipples tighten and suddenly I feel hot all over. I pretend like his fingers have no affect on me as I trail my own hand down to his pants.

"Ana-"

"No, I want to," I plead as my hand grazes the bulge sticking out. We sit up, and this time, I'm leaning towards him.

He tries to shake his head but I kiss him hard on the lips to shut him up, why is it that he can touch me all he wants but I can't touch him?

Without anymore protests, I'm able to grab him through his soft black pants. He lets out a low moan that sounds more like grunting and I'm shocked by his reaction. I never knew that just by touching it would make him feel good. I attempt to pull down his pants a little, but he stops me.

"You don't have to do this," he warns.

"I want to," I admit, kissing him hard on the lips. I use the kiss as a distraction while I slip his pants down far enough so that his member springs free. I place my hand around it as our lips part from each other. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as I stroke his most sensitive body part. It feels warm in my hand and when I look down at it, I realize it's a lot bigger than I imagined. I notice that he likes it when I move my hand up and down, so I continue doing that.

I feel powerful and in-control as I pleasure him.

I watch the way his eyes tighten and his lips part slightly with every moan/grunt that leaves him mouth. Feeling courageous, I lean down a little and swipe my tongue through the little fold on the top. One of his hands grabs onto my hair as the other grips onto the couch for support.

"Oooh, Ana," he breathes and I feel something tingling inside me.

My mouth is still on him as my hand continues to move up and down. I can barely hear the ass-kicking sounds of Liam Neeson in the background as my tongue continues to torture the tip of Christian's member. I can feel his eyes on me as he gently pushes my hair back and away from my face. His hand keeps my hair in place and I now feel totally exposed as my lips stay attached to his member.

He's watching me!

My face instantly turns red but I proceed with the tantalizing game of making him feel good.

Moments later, I shock him by replacing my hand with my throat as I insert most of him in my mouth. I glide him in and out, and his hips even move up a little to the rhythm. His moaning has stopped but I noticed that his breath is becoming shaky as he clenches onto my hair tighter. "I'm going to come, Ana," he roars with a loud grunt. His body begins to tremble, but I don't stop until a warm liquid leaks out of him and into my mouth. It tastes bitter and is hot as it slides down my throat quickly.

He's panting and out of breath, "Y-You don't have to swallow that."

It's too late, I gulp.

"Ana," he eyes me for a long time and I feel shy under his gray stare, "That was... amazing. Are you sure you're a virgin?"

He tilts his head to the side and I nod quickly. He pulls me close to his chest and kisses the top of my head. My face reddens because I don't know what came over me, I never ever imagined myself doing anything like that. I look towards the TV so that he wouldn't see the embarrassed and shy look on my face. I notice that there's some kind of serious car chase scene and the sound effects are booming through the speakers.

Christian grabs the remote, "Do you want me to restart the movie?"

I nod once more and snuggle closer to him as he rewinds to the very beginning. Hopefully this time we can watch it without getting distracted.

I'm soooo sorry for the late update. I've been so busy with school and work :/ I hope you guys don't hate me... and I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! How do you guys feel about the relationship between Ana and Christian? Do you guys think I'm rushing through the "sexy" scenes? Let me know how you feel in the reviews!

-Kelly.