Chapter 18: Love story
AKA: Christian's kinky birthday

You are my love story, and I write you into everything I do, everything I see, everything I touch and everything I dream, you are the words that fill my pages.

"I love you too," I heard Christian's voice whisper, my eyes closed, my forehead resting against his.

I opened my eyes slowly, doubting my ears, and looked at him warily.

He smiled at me, amused and ecstatic.

"What?" I whispered. My subconscious was as confused as me. Hadn't the man been asleep and closed off? What was he doing awake and confessing his love for me?

"I love you, Anastasia Rose Steele. How could I not?"

Tears filled my eyes, for I was still emotional after such a challenging day. I held him closer and kissed him deeply. When I pulled away, desperate for air, I laughed with happiness and he smiled fondly at me, his grey eyes twinkling.

"I love you too," I claimed, beaming with happiness.

I couldn't believe my luck. I had once been a sceptic who wanted to believe she could fall in love. I had no delusions of my own hidden dreams. I had hoped some guy would come along and prove me wrong: prove me I could love and be loved despite my scepticism, my shyness and my kinkiness. In my mind, it had always been some good looking, sweet-talking, shy man. Someone like me, but not quite.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be proven wrong by someone that believed in love even less than me and didn't even have hopes of someone proving him wrong.

That's probably what relationships were about, anyway: growing and becoming better together. And being a pain in the ass too, apparently, because if there's something both of us hated was being proven wrong.

Yet here we were, two fools in love.

"I love you," I had said, and he had kissed me once again. My hand had unknowingly climbed up his back, and I soon as I noticed, I moved it away horrified.

"It's okay," he reassured me, taking my hand and pressing it against his beating heart. "I'm fine," he promised, and I relinquished at the feel of his warm chest against my palm.

"Are you sure?" I inquired.

"Positive," he reassured me before kissing me once again.

He coaxed me into my back, keeping his front against mine. His hands found my hips and travelled north, bringing my borrowed shirt up with them. After throwing it to the floor, he reached out to get rid of my panties before hastily undressing himself.

His hands roamed my belly and breasts, and mine, his muscular back. He was tender as his member entered me; his grey eyes locked on my blue ones. I felt safe surrounded by him as we made love. I was aware it wasn't our first time having vanilla sex, but never had it been so meaningful. His eyes never left mine as he whispered words of love and encouragement, as I muttered how much I loved him and needed him and asked him never to leave me.

We screamed each other's name as we came together and fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke up at around nine the next morning and dressed up quietly before sneaking towards the kitchen. I made the pancakes Christian was so fond of as I heated the water for coffee and tea. Once I was done, I placed our breakfast on a tray and took it to the bedroom, intent on surprising Christian with it in bed.

I placed the tray on his bedside table before bending down to kiss him.

"Happy birthday," I wished him as I pulled away, a smile gracing his lips.

"Thank you, beautiful," he answered, before reaching out to kiss me again.

"I got you breakfast in bed," I informed him.

"You truly are the best!" He sat down and I climbed up in bed next to him.

We fed each other pieces of food, truly acting like a lovesick couple.

"If Kate could see us now…" I commented. "She already thought we were acting sickeningly sweet at the ball. She'd have a field day with this," I explained, feeding him more pancake.

"So would my Mum and Mia."

"And my Mum. What is it with the woman in our lives?" I asked, chuckling.

"I wouldn't know. Maybe they're hopeless romantics."

I hummed in agreement.

It was clearly contagious

We showered afterwards, managing to have sex in between. Once we were done, I hurried upstairs using only a towel, leading Christian to promise he'd have Gail move my clothes to his walk-in-closet through the week.

I carefully picked that day's outfit. I selected playful underwear: it was made of invisible nude net tulle with blue cherries embroidered and was trimmed with pink lace. The see-through bra had a yellow bow between my breast, and the panties had a pink bow above my promised land and a big heart-shaped opening in the back, partly showing my ass cheeks. On top, I wore a white and grey lace dress, which was naturally very short and low-cut.

Before going back downstairs, I blow-dried my hair and picked Christian's five gifts from my closet. I had sneaked in to hide them on Thursday afternoon—after letting Taylor know—while Christian was at his appointment with Flynn. My aim at the time had been for Christian not to see me carry them with me Friday night. Luckily, now it meant I actually had them with me.

I walked downstairs, balancing the gifts.

"What's all this?" asked Christian as soon as he saw me, standing up from the couch to give me a hand. I tried not to stare at his jean-clad body as he approached me, not feeling like falling down the stairs and breaking half of the gifts.

"Presents, of course."

I had dragged Kate through half of Downtown on Monday after work, and we had found some acceptable gifts. I had a few more things in mind though, and Mia begged to accompany us Tuesday evening for some clothes shopping. What the youngest Grey hadn't expected was to be dragged through cheap clothes stores as I looked for ridiculous graphic shirts and hoodies. Mia eventually understood my point and helped me find the perfect gifts. I was very proud of our findings and couldn't wait for Christian to see them.

Taking a couple of wrapped presents, he walked back to the couch and I followed him.

"Which one should I open first?" he asked, looking like a child at Christmas.

"This one," I answered, handing him the most fragile package.

He opened it carefully, barely breaking the wrapping, before cautiously taking the mug out of the package.

"I survived another meeting that should have been an email," he read out loud before chuckling. "I'm definitely using this one at the office. I love it. I love you," he added, pecking my lips.

"I'm glad. I love you, too."

I beamed, both because of his reaction to the gift and those three little words. I couldn't get enough of it, and I could tell neither did he.

"Open this one now," I suggested, giving him one of the softest packages.

He complied, being a tad less careful with the wrapping. He took the grey hoodie by the shoulders, stretching it out with both of his arms, and read, "I'm a leader, not a follower; unless It's a dark place. Then you're going first."

He laughed and beamed at me, promising to wear it on one of our morning runs.

"This one too, hopefully," I said, handing him the other pliable gift.

I wasn't so sure about this one. Mia had found it, and Kate and I had loved it, but I was starting to have doubts.

"I'm sure I'll love it, beautiful," he reassured me before opening the gift.

He unwrapped and unfolded the black t-shirt that read 'Genius by birth. Grumpy by choice.' The word 'Grumpy' stood out the most, red and big as it was. Off to a side stood Snow White's dwarf Grumpy, frowning with his hands behind his back.

Christian snorted. "I'll wear it, but not in public."

I giggled. "You've got yourself a deal."

At least I hadn't gotten a spanking out of it, not that I would have minded.

I proceeded to hand him the second to last package, and the one that'd probably entertain him for hours.

"I'm not sure if it's appropriate after last night, but I still think it'll be your favourite."

He took the present excitedly and wasted no time in unwrapping it. He grasped at the cardboard box and opened it, taking out his new green build-it-yourself eco-friendly solar chopper, with its own little solar panel. He placed all the parts on the coffee table before jumping me, kissing me fiercely.

"I love it!" he exclaimed. "I love you, baby!"

The remaining gift was completely forgotten. He wasted no time before building the toy. It only took him a few minutes, for it was meant for children over eight years old. He happily took the toy close to the window and after several seconds, the chopper started spinning around in its plastic arm.

"Look at what we can do with a bit of sunlight," said Christian, awed.

"I'm glad you like it." I smiled, sitting on the floor next to him, watching his joyful face.

"During my first Christmas as a Grey," volunteered Christian, "they gifted me a blue remote-controlled helicopter. I remember making it fly all around the house."

"Really? I bet you were a cute child. You've grown out to be quite a handsome adult," I flirted.

He hummed. "Do you think so?" he asked, his lips inches away from mine. He kissed me passionately before saying, "I love you. Thanks for the gifts, beautiful."

"You forgot the last one," I whispered bashfully.

"Did I now?" he asked huskily, reacting knowingly to my pink cheeks. "What could have you blushing so prettily?"

"It's something of yours, actually. It took me a while to find it. I was hoping we could play with it later."

I had been terribly embarrassed to ask Mrs Jones for a copy of the playroom's keys on Thursday. She hadn't batted an eyelash before handing them to me though. I wondered how immune she could be to it if she was never around when we played. I had to rummage through the many drawers for nearly ten minutes before finding the toy, my only guide being a few pictures I had found on Google.

"Let's see, then."

He stood up before reaching out a hand to help me up. He didn't let go of me once I was standing and we walked together back to the coffee table, where the last present was waiting for him. He took it unhesitatingly and opened it slowly, before taking out the pussy clamps that worked as labia spreaders. The two leather strips, meant to be wrapped around my thighs, had a couple of adjustable clamps on each side. They were meant to hold onto my labia and keep my cunt wide open for Christian.

My lover stared at them for a few seconds before looking me in the eyes, his pupils dilated.

"You want to play?" he asked huskily, and I nodded, biting my lip.

"Tell me, Anastasia," he ordered.

"I really want to play with them, Sir. I've been dreaming of it for a while now, but there's no one else I would trust. You're the only one who I've ever been willing to try this with," I confessed, even though I had already told him it used to be a hard limit before him and it was a fantasy of mine to use them.

"You humble me, baby. I swear I won't let you down."

Much like he had promised all those nights ago, he took my hand and led me to his bedroom instead of the playroom. A tight ball formed deep in my belly, not unlike the first night I had spent in Escala. I was excited and nervous, in a terribly good way.

He placed the toy on his bedside table before facing me. His shining dark eyes and noticeable hard-on revealed how aroused he was. Slowly but unhesitatingly, as if he was still giving me time to change my mind—I really wanted to roll my eyes and remind him I wasn't a virgin—he took off my short dress. His eyes took in my underwear, and, taking the initiative, I spun around slowly, letting him check out my half-exposed ass. He didn't disappoint and reached out to outline the pink heart delineated by my provocative sheer panties.

I thought I heard him drop to his knees, and my suspicions were confirmed when I felt him bite my ass, making me gasp, startled. He kissed my other cheek before removing my panties and ordering me to get rid of the bra. I did so hurriedly, impatient to feel more of his lips all over me.

He asked me to lay down on the bed and I did, coquettishly folding my elbows and placing my hands behind my head. I kept my knees shoulder apart, barely teasing him with a small look.

As his eyes ate up my naked body, he undressed himself. In no time at all, he was coaxing my legs further apart. He grabbed the sex toy and kneeled between my legs.

"Do keep your hands where they are," he ordered. "I don't want them in the way. If you misbehave, I'll tie you up," he warned me.

"I love being tied up, Master," I reminded him batting my eyelashes.

"Maybe the next time," he proposed before focusing on the matter at hand.

First, he loosened up the toy's clamps, putting them in their most relaxed setting. Then, he worked on the length of the strips, making them as long as possible. Finally, he took one of them and placed it around my right thigh, close to my hip.

"Are you sure?" he asked for the last time.

"A hundred per cent, Master," I insisted.

He attached both clamps to my right labia, one by my clit, the other next to my opening. My breathing accelerated.

"Let me know when you're uncomfortable," he ordered.

Slowly, he tightened up the upper clamp. He didn't get too far before I complied by stating, "Yellow." The feeling was somewhere between uncomfortable and slightly painful. I could have easily taken more, but I didn't fancy it during the first try. He repeated the process with the other clamp.

Then, he shortened the leather strip, opening up my outer lip until he was satisfied. Finally, he repeated the whole process on my left side.

"All done," he whispered eventually. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, meeting my trusting eyes. "Thank you for this gift," he said, and I smiled at him shyly.

He grew silent as he looked down at my cunt again. With a finger, he caressed my clit, all the way down to my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me with a single digit oh so slowly before removing it.

"Close your eyes," he ordered, and I did so.

I felt him move between my legs and, next thing I knew, he was licking and kissing my exposed pussy. I gasped at the feeling and he lost no time in exploring me from this new angle, stimulating my clit and entrance in time. Eventually, his fingers joined the game. Two digits rubbed my g-spot as his tongue worked on my clit and the inside of my lips, making me whimper softly. I lost myself in the sensation of the build-up and came screaming his name when he ordered it.

He waited as I came down from my high. I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

"Wow," I whispered. "That was amazing."

"Thank you, my love," he answered, now kneeling between my open legs. "Are you up for round two?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied immediately.

He spread out his knees some and grabbed my hips. He drew my pussy close to his proud dick and guided himself inside me. In no time, we had built a rhythm. While one of his hands kept guiding my hip, the other one reached out to play with the exposed flesh of my cunt, having easy access to every part of me. His eyes never left the place where our bodies met. I would have been self-conscious, hadn't I been so lost in the sensation.

"Please, Master," I begged, needing his permission to come.

"Hold on, Kitty," he ordered, and I tried very hard to do so. "I'm nearly there," he reassured me several seconds later, but I could take it no more.

His dick pressed on my g-spot just right, and his thumb caressed my clit just so, and I came crashing down before I could say 'yellow' to let him know I couldn't hang on any longer. A few strokes later, he spilt his seed inside me.

As soon as he could move, he instructed me to take a deep breath, and then exhale as I relaxed and he removed the clamps. I hissed as blood started to flow once again, a shot of pain travelling through my labia. Christian caressed me lovingly.

"You were amazing, Kitty, but you did come without my permission. And you know what happens when you break the rules."

"I am sorry, Sir," I told him sincerely. "I didn't mean to come. I know you need to punish me, though."

"That I do." He stroked his chin. "What should I do with you?"

He looked at me thoughtfully before his eyes shone with mischief.

"Wait right here," he ordered, before putting back on his underwear and jeans.

He hurried out of the room, and I gathered he had come up with something other than a nice spanking. I stretched my limbs as I waited. It wasn't long before he came back with a small pink object in his hands.

"It's a remote-controlled vibrating egg," he explained as he showed it to me.

I gasped, not because it was the first time we would be using this toy—it was—but because I was fairly sure he was about to make a fantasy of mine come true. When I phrased it like that, it didn't sound like a punishment, but I was sure he was going to torture me the next several hours.

And so he did. He turned on the damn toy intermittently as we played poker, making me play worse than usual. He increased the intensity as I prepared the mac and cheese, but let me eat in peace. After lunch, he teased me as we watched The Big Bang Theory, and later on, as we played Uno. Finally, he turned on the egg on its maximum potency and, with a hand under my panties, he played with my clit until I came. Naturally, it led to us fucking on the couch—me laying on the cushions and then bending over the back of the sofa—until we had to get ready to leave.

Luckily, Christian had gotten me appropriate clothes for the occasion. I had been planning on bringing something with me Friday night, but seeing as how I didn't get to drop by my apartment, the outfit would have to wait for another occasion. Thus, I put on the black trousers and red blouse Christian had bought for me.

I also managed to coax him into wearing some colour: a forest green button-down Mia had got him a few months ago and had yet to see the light.

Christian decided to drive the R8 to his parent's house. We chattered about my second week at TWCS and Christian's meeting at my alma mater.

He parked at the driveway and climbed out of the car, ordering me to wait inside. No sooner had he helped me out of the low vehicle than Grace opened the front door for us.

"Happy birthday, darling," she muttered, "I'm so glad you're still with us."

It was Christian the one who initiated the hug, making both Grace and I beam.

Carrick showed up at the door next, also wishing his son a happy birthday and hugging him. Meanwhile, I greeted Grace, and then Carrick.

We were then guided to the living room, where a sudden, spontaneous, and deafening round of applause greeted us. I looked around the room to find Mia, Elliot, Kate, Ethan, Mr and Mrs Trevelyan, Flynn and who I presumed to be his wife, Ros and her partner, Andrea, Lily, and a few other men and women I didn't recognize.

Gretchen, the Grey's help, materialized with a tray of champagne as the clapping died down.

"Thank you, everyone. Looks like I'll need one of these," Christian said and grabbed two drinks off Gretchen's tray and gave her a brief smile. The blonde looked like she was going to expire or swoon. He handed a glass to me.

Christian raised his glass to the rest of the room, and immediately everyone surged forward.

Mia was the first to approach us, hugging Christian tightly. "Happy Birthday," she muttered against his chest. "Make sure not to scare us half to death on the next one."

"I promise."

More greetings and happy wishes were shared with Elliot, Kate and Ethan.

"How did you like your gifts? Did you get pictures?" bombarded us Mia, the first question directed to her brother and the second one to me.

"He loved them, and I haven't had a chance yet," I answered for the both of us. "The t-shirt may be tricky, though," I informed her.

She pouted and he raised an eyebrow.

"She's the one who found it," I informed him. "Kate and I approved right away."

"You lot believe you're funny." He frowned, a smile threatening to take over his face.

He succumbed and wrapped an arm around me and the other one around Mia, shaking his head in fake exasperation.

I accompanied Christian in his rounds around the living room and kitchen. We talked with Christian's grandparents, Ros and her 'better half' Gwen, Flynn and his wife Rhian, and Christian's personal trainer—whose terrific job I was happy to enjoy.

Dinner was served buffet-style, followed by chocolate cake. As the guests started to leave and only Kate, Mia, Ethan, Elliot, Christian, his parents and I reminded, the youngest Grey acquired with dubious permission a bottle of Carrick's special lemon martini. Her father consented her, though, and him and Grace went to bed.

Soon, Vodka was added to the party. The dominant in Christian prevented me from being anything other than tipsy.

Out of thin air, Elliot produced a gift for Christian. His eyes shone with mischief as he told his brother to open it. It was clearly something meant to embarrass the birthday boy, and it would have got Elliot in trouble with his Mum if he'd handed it over earlier.

Christian was wary as he removed a present from the offered bag, and his eyes widened with surprise and amusement as he took out black furry handcuffs. I looked horrified at the toy before my cheeks went red. Part of my flush was because of embarrassment, but most of it was awarded to the effort it took me not to burst out laughing. I bit my lip so hard it was a miracle I didn't cut through it.

"There's more!" exclaimed Elliot happily, and Christian took out a black blindfold, luxurious and covered in lace. It was rather pretty and different from the ones he had at home. I was embarrassed to realize Kate noticed how I had been observing it.

Last but not least, Christian fished out a small box. He snorted before showing it to me. The box displayed the naked torso of a woman using nipple clamps with transparent butterflies hanging from them. It took me a few moments to realize the brand was written at the top of the box: Bad Kitty.

I stared at it for a few seconds before turning to look at Christian, wide-eyed and flushed. The instant our eyes met we burst out laughing, confusing our companions. A few tears fell down my cheeks and I held onto my cramping stomach as our laughter intensified. It was a few minutes later that Christian and I managed to calm down.

The others looked at us questioningly, but we chose not to volunteer an explanation, even when Eliot managed to ask: "What the hell was all that about?" I feared Kate would push for more the next time we were alone, and I knew I would have to figure out if I wanted to reveal more details about my private life to her.

Sadly, Christian and I were somehow coaxed to play 'Never Have I Ever' by a very enthusiastic and pushy Mia. Bossiness seemed to run in the family. My… boyfriend? agreed to participate under the condition the vodka was extremely diluted with the lemon juice and strawberry puree, and Elliot readily accepted, presumably looking forward to getting some secrets out of his taciturn brother.

Kate was the first one to ask a question, not giving anyone time to refuse her.

"Never have I ever joined the Mile High Club," she stated.

Not caring that she had to drink too, she smirked as Christian and I sipped our drinks. I glared at her. Elliot looked at Christian, half surprised and half impressed, before taking his own drink. Both Mia and Ethan left their glasses alone, the latter looking at Kate with disgust, probably not liking the mental image one bit. Whoever decided it was a good idea to play this game among siblings?

Elliot, who was sitting at my right, was next, and he said, "Never have I ever watched keeping up with the Kardashians."

Mia and Kate took a drink, and it was my turn.

I decided to keep it light like Elliot. I spoke, "Never have I ever really liked a song by Justin Bieber," and Mia had yet another drink.

"Never have I ever lied in this game," claimed Christian with honestly next, but nobody drank. Who would have thought? Were they being honest?

"Never have I ever been kicked out of a bar," professed Mia next, and the three men took a drink.

Ethan finished the round by affirming, "Never have I ever stalked an ex's boyfriend or girlfriend on social media," and Mia and Kate had a drink.

The round started once again with the latter, who stated, "Never have I ever been in love with my teacher in college." She was disappointed when nobody drank.

Elliot spiced up things a little, not caring he had to drink after stating, "Never have I ever used sex toys during sex."

I stared at Christian questioningly, and he shrugged. We took a drink together, nearly making Elliot choke in his.

"Eww!" exclaimed Mia. "Don't you start, Elliot! There are some things I don't need to know about my brothers."

"Well, there are things I need to know about mine," he answered mischievously. Elliot and Kate shared a look that promised torture.

That's when I gathered the night was going to end with me drank out of my ass.

"Never have I ever had a pregnancy scare," I stated as revenge, and Kate gave me a finger as she and Elliot had another drink. They were lucky they were so resistant to large amounts of alcohol.

"Never have I ever spied on my neighbours," continued Christian, and Mia and Ethan also stuck to milder sentences.

Kate smiled wickedly before stating she or her partner had never used handcuffs while on bed, and she was delighted to see Christian and I have a drink. Surprisingly, all six of us had to take a sip, and the rest of the players were horrified to learn their siblings had done it too.

"Never have I ever used a blindfold on myself or my partner," affirmed Elliot. Oddly enough, he didn't lie, but Kate, Christian and I did take a drink. Elliot seemed delighted by the turn the game was taking, even if he did claim he had apparently wasted his money getting Christian those toys.

"Never have I ever experimented to see my sexual orientation," I sated, and Kate drank again. Was there anything that girl hadn't done?

This time Christian followed my lead, stating, "Never have I ever said 'I love you' just to get laid."

The duo at my right had yet another drink, but so did Ethan, earning him distrustful looks from the overprotective brothers.

"Never have I ever entered into Facebook while drunk," said Ethan.

"Never have I ever cheated on a test," continued Mia.

Christian and I didn't take a drink either time. Kate looked at us maliciously before claiming she had never used a vibrator while she was with someone else in bed, and we reluctantly took a drink. Elliot and Kate, the nosy fuckers, beamed wickedly, while Mia begged them to stop, hiding her face between her arms.

Elliot inquired about the nipple clamps next, and no one could believe their eyes when we were the only ones to drink.

My eyes watered slightly, not liking how this game was turning out. I looked beggingly at Christian who, noting my distress, stood up.

"I think it's high time Anastasia and I went to bed," he claimed, offering me a hand.

I readily allowed him to help me up as Kate and Elliot sneakered. I blushed furiously and Christian glared at them so intensely they stopped. He wrapped a comforting arm around me and guided me upstairs.

Tears threatened to spill down my eyes. I wasn't ashamed of my lifestyle, even if I had had a hard time grasping it at first. Still, I didn't like being laughed at by those who didn't understand us. Rationally, I knew Kate was laughing at our discomfort and the irony of the situation rather than at our adventures in bed. She had, after all, shared our milder predilections. Yet I was tired, tipsy, and my feelings had been hurt.

"Hey," whispered Christian as soon as he closed his bedroom's door behind us. "Don't cry, beautiful," he begged, removing my few runaway tears.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm being stupid. It's just…"

"Don't say that. You couldn't possibly be stupid. You know they're just jealous, right?" he asked me, leading me to the bed. "All this time they've thought we were celibate, while they were having the time of their lives in their beds, and now they know we were actually being more adventurous than them."

"You're probably right," I said, trying to smile. "I'm not ashamed or anything," I explained. "It's just that… many times during the last several months I considered opening up to Kate, but I didn't know how to. Now I'm not so sure it's such a good idea."

"Kate may not be like us, but she's clearly not one to shy away from sex talks. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to hear whatever you want to share, although I'd appreciate it if you were as discreet about us as possible."

I snorted. "Don't worry Christian. I can barely talk about sex with you; I can't picture myself oversharing with her."

He shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "She's your best friend. It's not the same."

"You're my best friend," I reminded him, grabbing his head in my hands. "I can't picture my future without you in it, and that terrifies me." He looked surprised by my admission. "I love you, and I trust you with my body and my secrets more that I have trusted anyone else. In a matter of weeks, you have become someone so dear to me. I know I can tell you anything and everything."

"I love you Anastasia Steele, more than I could ever express with words, and more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I am never ever letting you go," he promised.

Someday I'm going to make you my wife, he thought to himself.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just playing with them.

*Screeches with happiness*

I love how this chapter ended. I hope the drinking game didn't seem too implausible. Christian and Ana decided to be more social and open, but it seems to have bitten them in the ass. They're the coolest kids in the block now, but they don't fancy the attention.

Also, Christian's birthday has come and gone, but they're not engaged yet, or even living together! Christian has gotten in his head that he wants to marry Ana, but just how soon is he planning on proposing?

Next chapter: Father's day, fluff and smut.

If you haven't checked it out, there are pictures of Christian's gifts in my Pinterest, under JustValeP Fanfiction.

Recommendation of the day: Crabs and Cream by WeeKittyAndTAT (I'm kind of running out of honestly good fics that are either from Fifty Shades or 100% OCC from Twilight).