Well everyone the third person POV was a success to most :) But to a tiny portion, not so much – which is alright for the moment. I understand that some of you wanted it to be in Ana's POV and/or Christian's, but as the writer herself I just didn't see this happening for their first time. I went with what I felt and what it called for and I'm proud that I did. As for the majority that loved it and said it was beautifully written thank you! I'm glad you liked it so much! I love you guys! And it's moving to know my writing even gave some of you tears. Your reviews where wonderful!

And I'm not mad at the ones who felt as if it should have been written differently – but you don't have to be cruel. For the "guest" who said how my story was "As usual average and their first time didn't have to be so boring," I'm sorry you felt this way, but I guess my story isn't the type you're looking for in The FSOG Fanfic world. If you want hot and horny sex then I'm sure you can find that some somewhere else. If you dislike my story so much and you think that it sucks, it's a simple solution – quit reading, I'm not forcing you to follow my story every update.

To the other guest/Followers who told me they didn't like it more subtly – thank you, I appreciate your opinion.

For the reviewer who said "I'm slightly confused – is someone watching them?" the answer is no, third person point of view is when there's no particular POV reading :)

And last – but not least – for the women who asked where do they sell Christian Grey's because she wants one of her own; I'm guessing they don't, but if they did I'm betting all the stores would already be out of stock – I'd try Amazon, or EBay :D lol

ANA POV

My brown hair trembling down my back, twisting and turning between the sheets, and nothing but Christian; I could only see him… feel his soft and warm skin under my fingertips… breathing in his mouth watering scent, it filled and surrounded me last night and sunk down into my very being… tasting his mouth and skin when I kissed him everywhere, savoring his Christian scent… and my favorite – the one that makes me disperse to a place of pure happiness – hearing the sounds that escaped his lips and filled his room. Like snowflakes, all unique and all different and all beautiful, the sound of his heavy breathing and deep groans reverberating against the walls – the same as mine. I almost giggle when I think about how at one point he even chose to bury his face in the pillow.

Last night was… even words would fail to capture the essence. I feel completely at ease with myself and the world as I lie in bed with the man who holds my virtue, who holds my everything. I'm at peace and in total bliss for once in my life as I think about the way his touch felt on me and the sounds that escaped my mouth through thick blankets. I blush as rethink every touch that was shared between us. It was perfect. He was perfect. If I could rewind and go back to any moment in my life, it wouldn't be my first birthday, or summer camp with Kate, not even when I discovered books could be more trust worthy than people, but to the moment that happened not even eight hours ago.

He kissed my lips once more as he held me in his arms, "Anastasia?" his voice low and husky.

"Yes, Christian?" I said softly, falling over the edge of unconsciousness.

"Stay with me…"

My eyes flutter open as I wake up, a smile automatically spreading across my lips when my eyes meet the paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, blown out after the night's activities. I begin to stretch but stop when I look down and find Christian sleeping soundly; his arms wrapped around my torso and his head on my chest, nuzzling my bare skin. Under the blankets his leg his stretched over mine.

I smile down at his sleeping form and stroke his back with my index finger, watching him slowly wake up. His deep gray eyes open and a satisfied grin spreads across his face. He kisses my naked stomach as he hugs me to him closer, he looks up and meets my eyes. The words vanish and time seems dispparent; we're looking at one another for the first time after making love, almost in a new light.

"Hi," he breathes.

"Hi," I say back softly.

His eyes search mine; looking for something I can't quite put my finger on. Approval of last night? A face splitting triumphet grin spreads across my lips and joy emulates from me. I bite my bottom lip as a giggle escapes.

Christian sighs and a gorgeous lop sided grin greets his mouth as he chuckles. Placing wet and warm kisses up my chest, up my neck and on top of my mouth, he rolls over so I'm lying on top of him. I lean up on his chest and giggle when I see his – once comb and neat hair – is yet again a tousled mess of copper onto of his head. I wipe away a stray hair from his forehead.

Everything seems light and airy at the moment, like anything's possible. And with Christian I feel as if it is.

"Ana, I want you to be truthful, alright?" he asks with all seriousness.

I nod.

"Did I hurt you?"

His question takes me off guard, why does he think he hurt me? "No, why would you think that?"

"It was your first time, baby, and…" he trails off, toying with a small part of the bed sheet.

I look down and see a couple specks of blood staining the cream cover. I gasp, when did I bleed last night? I sure never noticed, I was a little occupied at the time…

"No, Christian, no…" I cup the side of his face, "last night was the absolute opposite of hurt." I spit the word. "It was amazing." I say quietly, blushing deeply.

"Amazing, Anastasia?" he smirks.

I nod once more. "Was it alright for you?" I ask sheepishly.

"Alright?" he scoffs, "Baby, I've never been more alright in my life. You possessed and took over my body wholly."

"Really?" I snicker.

He laces his finger through my hair, "I'll never be the same again." He grins.

I lay my head down, and it's his turn to run his finger up and down the length of my back, "I love you."

"I love you like nothing else, Anastasia - it's crazy."

"Well, in that case…" I hint as I walk my fingers up his chest, I bite my lip and look shyly up at him.

My stomach then picks the 'perfect' time to grumble. He raises an eyebrow, "Hungry?"

"A little," I confess begrudgingly.

"Let's have breakfast then," we then get out of our love nest.

I get dressed with some clothes I left in the guest room as Christian puts on a white T shirt with a lavender over shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue fitted jeans, and freshly showered hair – I find myself drooling at the mouth.

I sit on his lap on the Greys couch as we eat pancakes and watch a pointless show on the television; Christian seems as if he couldn't care less about it so I decide to coax him into friendly conversation, that soon turned into him lying on top of me and both of us gasping for air as our mouths clashed.

We can't keep our hands off of each other, like a wall – that neither of us even knew existed – has fallen down, and nothing was left to worry about or hanging over our heads. We're free to be… us. We truly acted like a crazy in love teenage couple because that's what we are.

Later that day Elliot and Kate called up, asking if we wanted to see a newly released movie with them at the Seattle Matinée.

"Sure, we'd love to come." I tell Kate in the phone.

"I want to stay home with you," Christian pouts from behind.

I cover the phone, "If we stay here then they may know what we're up to," I smirk.

His face falls, "I don't want to spend a day with Kate." He says petulantly.

"Well, you'll just have to put on your big boy pants and deal with it."

He nips my earlobe, "But wouldn't you rather stay home and help me take them off?" he chuckles.

I giggle, "Christian!" I then uncover my hand from the phone, "Yes, Kate, we'll meet you there at 12:00."

When we arrive at the Movie Theater the smell of popcorn fills the side walk as people line up by the glass ticket booth window. Christian wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my hair.

"Hey, Ana!" Kate waves as he and Elliot walk towards us holding hands.

I smile back as we greet them. "So what movie are we seeing?"

"That one!" she points to a wide poster of a blonde women holding scissors and cutting clothing fabric with a pencil in her hair. The back drop is of New York City. "It's about this girl named Heliana trying to become a fashion designer in New York, but her small town boyfriend is trying to make her stay in Kansas – will she follow her dream, or stay with her love? It's called Love or Loss." she says dramatically.

I giggle, "Sounds interesting…"

Elliot shrugs, "I wanted to see Blood and Guts four, but how could I say no to this face?" he grins at Kate who sticks her tongue out at him.

We buy are tickets and take a seat in the back isle with no people around us, Elliot and Kate sitting in the two seats in front of us. The room lights up with the opening credits as the ticket taker shuts the doors.

"Heliana Hastings, are you drawing clothing designs again? You know that'll get you know where in life." A plump older woman says to her daughter – who I'm guessing is the main character.

"Yes, Ma," the small blonde leaves the room with her Mother, leaving her open drawing book on the counter.

There are sad 'awes' that emulate from the audience, I look around and search all of their faces as they all look intently up at the screen that lights their faces. I wonder how they find that at all entertaining, I admit it's kind of cheesy.

I look over at Christian and find him sitting back in his leather seat smirking at my expression. I smirk at him as we both continue watching the screen, and honestly – I try, I really try, - but after about fifteen minutes I have not a clue what I've just watched. I take one popcorn curdle at a time, extending my hand and putting it in my mouth. Christian reaches over too, taking some now and then.

I smirk over at him, "My popcorn," I mouth playfully, putting on in my mouth and chewing slowly. I then cross my legs and leans my arm on the armrest farthest away from him.

He reaches over and – I think he's going to put his hand in the bag – but instead I he puts it on my leg.

"Christian!" I say quietly.

"What?" he mouths, a smile forming on his lips.

"We're at the movies,"

"So?" he says seductively, running his palm up and down my thigh.

"So-," I begin, but stop mid thought, he's right, why should we care?

"You were saying, baby?" he says with a smug smile.

I roll my eyes at him, but then take him by surprise as I basically pounce on him as he sits in his seat. He laughs quietly as find my way to his lavender over shirt and take it off his shoulders. His hands hold my hips like a vice grip and I'm totally fine with it. Soon we're making out like wild teenagers do, and laughing together as our heated breathing speeds up. He even pulls me onto his lap.

"Will you guys keep it down?" Elliot says as he watches the screen like a little boy, "I'm trying to see if she gives the thumbs up to Brian." I have to laugh at Elliot's serious tone about a chick flick. Pulling away I bury my face in Christian chest, pulling him back to my face.

"Ana, will you come with me to the bathroom?" Kate inquires.

"No," I say in between the taste of Christian's lips.

"I think you misheard me, what I ment to say was you're coming with me to the bathroom." She grabs me by my hand from behind, pulling me with her down the aisle.

"You and Christian seem… different." she states as she puts on her lip gloss in the bathroom mirror.

"Different how?"

She shrugs, "playful," she smirks.

I blush, looking down at the ground.

"Spill, Ana! What are you holding back?"

"Nothing," I say softly.

"I know you, Ana, and if 'nothing' happened you wouldn't be making out in public like… like…"

"People our age do?" I state.

"Well-,"

"Kate, quite worrying. Everything's perfect, more than." I shrug, walking towards the door and pushing it half way open.

"Did you have sex?"

I freeze, turning around.

"Anastasia Rose Steele! Did you lose your virginity to that boy?"

I close my eyes tightly as I sigh, "Yes,"

"Oh my God! What was it like? Was he good? Did he hurt you? Did he push you into it? When? OH MY GOD!" she laughs.

"You're not mad?" I ask in disbelief.

"Trust me, I'm pissed, but I know that you love him and bla bla bla, so you know, it changes things." She shrugs. "I knew there was something different about you!"

I giggle, "Something changed?"

"Man, who would have known, Little Anastasia Book worm extraordinaire Steele would have sex before me."

"You and Elliot haven't…?" I couldn't even say the word. "I just assumed that…"

She sighs, "No." she crosses her arms, "He says he wants me 'of age' even though we are both minors."

"So you have to wait three more years?"

"Quite rubbing it in! And stop changing the subject. You just better hope Carla doesn't find out…"

"How would she?"

"You break under pressure around her so easily." She smirks.

"When did I ever-?"

"Remind me again how both of our parents found out a couple months ago that we snuck out?"

"Yeah… I guess so." I sigh defeated, "She won't."

We start to walk out into the main lobby, popcorn, and little kids with soda filled the room. I run my hand through my hair.

"OH MY GOD!" Kate screams.

I just and look at her, everyone around us stops what they're doing, and even the popcorn server drops a bag filled on the floor.

"What, Kate? What?" I say quickly, looking around.

"You're engaged!?" she gasps, taking the hand with my promise ring and lifting it to her eyes to inspect it.

I start to laugh loudly, "No, Kate. It's a promise ring he gave me last night."

"That's a promise ring? Ana, that rocks huge!"

I smile down at the silver ring that sits on my finger, "He has a promise band. He even engraved them; his say, Two Half's and Property of A. Steele, and mine Of One Whole and Property of C Grey."

"Well I will give that to him," she grumbles, "The bastard is romantic."

We get back to the theater and Kate goes into her seat. I pass mine with a devious smile and plop onto Christian's lap, grabbing the popcorn and setting it between our legs. He takes curdle and puts it in his mouth subconsciously; it rests in between his lips and I lean forward to take it for myself. He laughs and gives me a kiss on the temple.

The movie stops and the lights turn on, making everyone yawn and squint as they get out of their seats and form a murmuring line in the isle.

"Well, that was interesting…" I giggle.

"It was the dullest movie of my life," Christian agrees.

"That's because you didn't understand the plot!" Elliot says as if we just insulted him, "Heliana was stuck between both her loves; she didn't want to loss either so she had Brian move to New York with her, but she was really risking her Mother's love for herself. It's simple, beautiful, and will live on for generations to come." He huffs.

Christian burst out laugh, as does Kate and I.

"Are you on your period already, Lelliot? I didn't think it was that time of the month yet." Christian smirks.

We arrive at the Kavanagh's house later that night after a day of bowling. Elliot gives Kate a kiss that turns into a tongue war and Christian drags me into the bathroom.

He pushes me with little force against the counter and then lifts me up so I'm sitting on it. He kisses me deeply as he holds onto the back of my neck, I return the favor.

"Christian," I lean my forehead against his, "We're at Kate's house."

"I don't care." He brings my fingers up to his mouth and kisses each, saving my promise ring for last. "The best decision I made in my life." He looks up at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," I smile softly.

"How was last night for you, Baby?" he urges me to go on with his eyes.

"It was like a dream. I never knew I could love anyone as much as I love you – it kind of makes everything more surreal, what if Iose you?"

"Anastasia Rose Steele, I'm not going anywhere, and if you think I am you're insane, love."

I blush, "Sleep well tonight," I whisper in his ear.

He frowns, "Only if you were there."

With not much willingness we both depart. That night I lay wake twiddling and turning my promise ring, watching it shine, and the littler diamonds shimmer, as they hit the moon light streaming from outside and into the window. It's just so beautiful, so neat, and so unique. So many promises sitting on my ring finger, and I know he's going to fulfill each and every one – that's just the type of guy he is. I go to sleep that night thinking about him wearing his simple silver band.

LOTS OF LEMONS! You'll know why the next 'Chapter'.