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ANA POV

Christian and I walk down the same trail as we go to his house. After two hours we turn left onto another trail, "This one will lead us to my house," He explains.

"Okay," I nod against his shoulder. I have my arm hooked in his as we walk at a steady pace down the walking trail.

It looks like it's almost night fall rather than 5:00 in the evening. The storm clouds have kept their taunting promise that has been glooming over us- literally- that it's going to rain heavily. Even the air smells like a before storm serenade. The woods are calm and quiet, not one sign that the sun ever touched this place, only with the now-and-then sound of a bird in the distance chirping or squirrel jumping from tree branch to tree branch above us, total bliss, and peacefulness- and the sound of our footsteps.

"What movie were you thinking about watching tonight?" Christian asks quietly. His voice fits the scenery perfectly; calm, quiet, and serene.

I shrug, "What do you have?"

He chuckles, "Everything, Anastasia. My mother's a keen collector. I'll show you them when we get inside."

"Okay," I yawn into his arm, and snuggle my head against him tighter.

"Are you tired already? Do you need me to carry you- because I will?" he says warmly.

I giggle, "I'm not a damsel in distress, Christian. I'm just groggy from our long walk," I prolong the key word, "how much longer is it until we get to your house anyways?"

"About 200 feet, maybe 7 more minutes if we keep at this pace- are you sure you don't want to take me up on my offer?"

"I'm sure I don't want you to carry me," I reassure him with a mock grin.

Just then from somewhere behind us thunder rolled in the distance, making me wince. At that precise moment rain came down right on cue drenching Christian and I in seconds. I pull up my sweater hood- as does Christian- and we sprint back to the Grey's driveway entrance. The rain makes the ground sloshy as more thunder and lightning surround us with quick sounds like the crack of a chain and the roll of an earthquake- only the ground stays still under my feet.

Christian takes my hand and leads me to the front door, ducking through the heavy, pounding rain. When we get to the stone porch I lean against the railing that's securely rain protected under the roof, trying to see anything through the down poor ahead as I wring out my drenched pony tail, as Christian takes out his house keys and goes to the front door. I'm concentrating intently when Christian brushes his hand against my arm.

I look behind me at him and he has a secretive smile on his lips. He moves a lock of hair behind my ear and bends down, "Have you ever been kissed in the rain, Anastasia?" he asks seductively- my name rolling of his tongue.

He comes closer to me so the small of my back is pressed flush against the railing. I shake my head looking up at him innocently. His eyes light up at my answer and he grins wickedly as he takes the back of my neck with his left hand and holds my face with his right. I instinctively lean backwards as he sticks his tongue down my throat and dips both me and him from under the protection of the roof and into the rain. I giggle as my face gets drenched and his hair as well- dripping on to my face. Our lips are slick as they move against one another, his hand moves from my face and down to under my sweatshirt messaging my breast and moving my whole body in the rhythm of his hand. I groan into his mouth, he moans and stops kissing me abruptly. I squint open my eyes up at him; his mouth is slightly open as he looks down at me with blazing hungry eyes and raw salacious need- still messaging me. I bite my lip and blush- which I'm sure he can't see.

He steadies himself and me back under the roof after a moment. I laugh because we're completely soaked from the chest up. He bites his lip momentarily and leans by my ear again, "Now you have- with me." He nips the top of my ear quickly again. He sighs, "Come. Let's get inside. We wouldn't want you to get sick." He takes my hand and we're welcomed by the warmth of the Grey's house.

I close my eyes and reveal in the feeling, only slightly aware that my sleeves are dripping all over the carpet. When I open my eye's I see Christian shirtless in front of my with his wet shirt dripping in his hand. I blush at his perfectly sculptured chest, and quickly look down at my shoes.

"Um, where shoulder I put my wet clothes?" I ask embarrassed.

He chuckles, "There's no need to be embarrassed, baby."

I don't respond, I just stand there gnawing on my lip. The only sound in the quiet house is the rain hitting the windows and the rumble of thunder outside.

He sighs heavily, "The laundry room is just over here," he nods his head in the direction.

I follow him to the laundry room and watch as he gracefully walks in front of me- in only his shorts and running shoes as they hang off of his hips swaying. When we get to the laundry room he opens the dryer and sets the timer. As he does this I lift my sweatshirt off my torso; the rain soaked through my sweatshirt and into my T- shirt leaving me in only my bra in front of a smirking, hungry-eyed Christian Grey.

My face turns scarlet at I cover my upper chest with my arms.

"Tis a sight to behold, Miss. Steele" Christian says salaciously as he licks his bottom lip.

"Christian!" I scold mildly.

He ignores me, still smirking, "Are you trying to seduce me, Anastasia?" he chuckles and then says quietly, "It's working,"

I sigh- still covering myself-, "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?"

"Yes, up in my room. Come."

I throw my sweatshirt and my trader shirt into the dryer, and hurriedly follow him up the stairs. He opens his bedroom door and flips on the light switch. The walls are light blue, and there's a window on the left side wall. I look around at the surprisingly normal room. There's a study desk with a light sitting against the wall, posters of normal shows, a tack board hanging on the wall with pictures of his family… and a bed.

He starts to rummage through the top drawer, "Don't be shy, Anastasia. Get what you need from my clothes." He pulls out pair of red pajama pants and shrugs them on. I take a deep breath and join him at one of his dresser drawers, "The T-shirts are in the third drawer, the shorts in the bottom, and my boxers are in the top if you prefer those." He grins, and goes sit's on his bed.

I blush. He probably doesn't think I'll go through with it… with a huge intake of breath I reach for the top drawer and take out soft blue pin stripped boxer briefs and slip them on. I then put my thumb in the hem of the boxer- uncovering myself. I am in Christians Grey's bedroom in nothing but my navy blue Victoria secret bra- thank God my mother bought this for me even though I rebelled- and Christians boxers! I turn around and face him. He's lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

I clear my throat, "So this is what you'd prefer me in tonight?" I ask innocently.

He sits up quickly and looks me over, up and down gaping, and swallows, "Fuck, Ana. Are you trying to kill me?" his voice is strained.

I giggle, "I don't know," I rub my chin and pretend to be deep in thought, "depends." I stick my tongue out at him, and turn around to find a shirt.

He's behind me in seconds putting his arms around waist and kissing my neck. I moan and bite down on my lower lip. He takes my bra strap in his mouth and tugs on it, making it hit my skin with a snap. I gasp, "Christian!" I giggle. He runs his nose along my jaw line; I can feel his warm, ragged breath as he skims up and down.

"Are you sure you want to watch a movie?" he breathes.

"Yes," but my voice betrays me, breaking and sounding unsure of itself. No, dammit! You want to stay here and do naughty things with this boy! My subconscious voice rings in my head. I shift in his arms so we're face-to-face, with my hands limp on his chest- his shirt still off, "I do." I nod.

He closes his eyes as if he's in pain. "Fine," he says sulkily, "Let's go pick out a damn movie." I want to laugh at him.

I reach down in the dresser and pull out a random shirt. I pull it over my head and grab Christian's hand as he leads me down stairs to the "TV" room.

He opens a giant drawer that is located under the massive flat screen TV and looks at me willingly, "Pick whichever one you feel like watching."

I trail my fingers over the spines of movie titles, reading them as I touch them. All the movies are organized with in genre; Sci fi, romance, action/adventure, dramas, and even classics. I skip past all of them and slip "The Fox and the Hound" out of the Disney and Pixar row- must be Mia's favorite movies- and hand it to Christian.

He looks at me amused, "Really? The Fox and the Hound?" he smiles mockingly.

I shrug and stand up, "I used to love it as a child and I haven't watched it in forever. I may cry…" I add quietly.

He looks at me curiously, "Why?"

"Haven't you ever watched it?"

He shrugs, "Every now and then Mia will turn it on but I've never sat down and paid attention- when I was younger I did, I suppose, but I couldn't comprehend what was going on- purely for entertainment."

"Well then, I guess tonight's full of firsts," I smile.

His answering grin makes me giddy, "Do you want popcorn while we watch? You need to eat, Ana."

I sigh, "Okay."

When Christen is done making popcorn he puts it in a big bowl and on the varnished wooden table. He crosses his legs on the couch, and I curl into his lap, resting my head under his chin as he places a thick wool blanket over us and puts his arms around me securely. The thunder, lightning and rain are still pounding hard outside of the house making me cuddle closer into him as the opening credits begin.

I peek up at Christian once in a while to find him focusing intently on the screen, looking fearful for Copper and Tod as they frolic and play in the woods. I can tell that he's wrapped up in storyline as much as I am.

-Copper, you're my very best friend.

-And you're mine too, Tod.

-And we'll always be friends forever, wont we?

I swallow back a sob at the line the puppy promises Tod.

-Forever.

I frown at the screen and I feel Christian hold me tighter. This movies a big part of my childhood, I remember Carla watching it with me when I was an infant. But the funny thing is I enjoyed it more as I grew up- understanding the plot better.

I feel a tear slip from my eye as I say the lines almost soundlessly along with the character-

We met, it seems, such a short time ago

You looked at me - needing me so

Yet from your sadness

Our happiness grew

And I found out I needed you too

I remember how we used to play

I recall those rainy days

The fire's glow

That kept us warm

And now I find - we're both alone

Goodbye may seem forever

Farewell is like the end

But in my heart is a memory

And there you'll always be

The out poor of tears and quiet whimpers escape me towards the screen. Christian rocks me gently in his lap and holds me tighter.

He looks down at me with sad eye, "Are you sure you want to finish this movie, Baby?"

"Yes," I shake my head, "I like it."

"How can you like something that hurts you?" he asks looking utterly confused.

"'Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our own troubles'," I quote.

He looks down at me warmly, "Charlie Chaplin, right?"

I nod; he smiles down at me as he softly rubs my lower lip, and kisses away my remaining tears off my cheek and then he kisses my lips softly, "I'm glad you picked this movie. It's very good, even for Disney's standards," he chuckles.

I agree, and we watch the rest of the movie. At the end of the movie when they do a close up of the hound and slowly widen the shot to the fox on top of the hill- with the audio of their "best friends" promise. I whimper into Christian's chest not quite able to bring myself to look at the wordings of "The End" at the end of the film.

My tears pour out all over Christian as he rhythmically runs the tip of his fingers up and down my back. I feel like a small child when he looks down at me with warm eyes, "That was a good movie, baby. I'm glad we watched it."

I sob and look down at my knotted fingers in my lap, "Yeah, I've always loved that movie. Its sad how their always going to be best friends but in a way their… not."

He takes my chin in-between his fingers and repositions us swiftly so I'm now under him as he's on top of me. He leans his head down and kisses me softly as I whimper and tears roll down the side of my face, "Your lips are so soft when you cry," he shakes his head disbelievingly, "But I never want to see cry again- as long as I can help it." He looks deep into my eyes.

I smile softly at him.

"Do you want to try something, Anastasia?" he sounds nervous.

"Anything," I put my complete trust in him.

"Can I have your word on that?" he looks hopeful at me.

I can only nod back.

"If you don't want to do this you'll tell me to stop," he swallows, "Correct?"

I nod again, "Yes, Christian. What is it?"

He doesn't say anything to me as leans back and sits on his legs- his breathing shallow. He hooks his hands in my- his- boxers that I'm wearing and slides them down my thighs and over my arched knees.

I automatically freeze, feeling exposed from the waist down.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly.

I think about the question for a moment, gathering a sentence in my mind. It seems like everything froze. Body and brain.

"Yes," I choke out panting.

He dips his head down there and starts to kiss and suck my clit- massaging it with his tongue and mouth. The feeling is like nothing I've ever felt before- warm and wet moving against warm and very, very wet. I writhe under him grabbing onto the couch and sheets for support- instinctively wanting to move my hips along with him. His mouth moves rapidly fast as I close my eyes and whimper out his name, "Christian…"

His unyielding tongue goes on and on as I moan and clutch anything I can get my hands on. I knot my fingers in his copper hair as the sensation builds up- this is what I needed. His hands are clutched around my waist- holding me still, as his tongue slides and grinds against my most private sanctuary. Before I can take anymore I shatter into my mind blowing first orgasm at the hands- or should I say mouth- of Christian.

I'm panting unevenly at the pleasure of what I just experienced. Looking at the man who just helped me experience it.

When he comes back up he has my arousal covering his lips as he pants, "I've wanted to do that since I crushed my body against yours at that club, Anastasia Rose Steele." He swallows, "You taste divine…" he trails off in 'aw' at me.

I look back at him equally tousled, "I," I pant, "haven't… had anyone do that… to me before." I bite my lip, trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened.

He grins, "I was hoping you'd say that."

I try to giggle but it gets stuck in my throat. I then remember how this usually works, "Do you want me too…?" I can't bring myself to say the word.

He's shaking his head before I'm done talking, "I wanted this for you, not me. You're not ready, and I understand and respect that." He says sincerely and then grins, "I'll live."

I smile shyly, "Have you done that to anyone before?"

"You're the only one I want to do this with. Did you like it?"

I laugh, "That's putting it loosely." It doesn't escape me that that's not a definite yes or no, but I'm too giddy to think any more of it. But at the same time extremely dog-tired. I unwilling let a yawn escape my lips.

"I'm more than glad, Ana. I'm ecstatic." He grins. "We better go to sleep now."

He stands from the couch and pulls my boxers back up. I can't keep my eyes open as I drowsily nod off. He chuckles and picks me up so I'm in his arms, "My damsel in distress." He whispers in my ear and kisses my head as he walks up to his room. He sets me in his bed after a couple seconds of walking, and covers me with his gray blanket, and leaves the room. After five minutes or so I feel him climb in behind me, putting his arm around me and pulling me flush against him chest- his soft breathing in my ear.

"Good night, baby." He whispers.

And I doze- falling asleep to the sound of rain.