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This scene does contain a lemon so if that isn't for you, you may not want to read. It should be obvious where in the scene the 'sex' begins so you should be able to skip it if you wish.

Christian's POV-

Sunlight streams through the cracks in the curtain as I lay in bed with Ana in my arms, softly breathing trying not to wake her up. I find myself thankful that neither Sawyer or Jose had to come on this trip because I feel like Ray would definitely have something to say about the fact that Ana and I have been sharing a room, I realize nothing has happened between us but I have a hard time believing he would trust that. I mean most guys my age probably wouldn't have the self-control to just spend the night with a girl without any funny business, especially if they felt as strongly about said girl as I do. But for me, sex really isn't a big deal to me, I wasn't lying about that but that doesn't mean I'm not pent up, you try having a girl with a body like Ana's press up against you and you not feel something. In all actuality the only reason her bodyguards aren't here is that my dad built this place like a fortress, so Ray felt it was safe enough to have Ana come unaccompanied, I know he probably would have a fit if he knew that she left last night to go the convivence store with just the girls, but he doesn't have to know everything. Right?

A soft knock on the door pulls my attention, I carefully slip my arm from underneath Ana and answer the door.

"Hey." My brother says as I open the door stepping into the hallway.

"Hey," I reply closing the door behind me. "You okay?" The bags under his eyes and the fact that his hair is a mess like he's been tugging at it all night long have me questioning if he's as okay about everything as he appeared last night.

"I'm going to be a dad, like a fucking father." He wrings his fingers through his hair confirming my suspicions.

"Yeah, you are." I say dumbly not quite sure of what to say, it's not like I've been in this position before. "Come on." I pull on his arm dragging him down the hall to his room so we can talk and not wake Ana, thankfully Kate isn't inside.

"You seemed okay with everything last night. What happened?" I ask as I sit him down on the bed because he looks like he may pass out at any moment, either that or have a mental break down.

"I don't know. I mean you saw how upset Kate was last night, I didn't think it was going to help her any if I freaked out too."

"Okay be honest, how do you feel about the pregnancy?" I ask even though I'm not entirely sure he'll actually be able to answer.

"Terrified I guess." I gesture for him to go on knowing that if he's feeling like this there has to be more. "But there's a part of me that's so excited to meet them, I know their basically just a bunch of cells right now, but they are going to be a little person by the end."

"Yeah, they are. I know you're scared but you know that you don't have to be with Kate, right? Just because she's having your kid doesn't mean that you have to be together, honestly forcing it isn't going to help the situation." I love Kate don't get me wrong but if he's doing this out of some sort of obligation it isn't going to help, he has to want to be with her if they have any chance of working this out.

"I know, believe me, I know, but despite the fact that she drives me insane half the time, she's the person I want to tell things to the moment they happen. Like when I found out that I passed my finals it wasn't you or Mom and Dad I wanted to tell it was her. Sure, we started as a drunken mistake and fuck knows that I've put her through way too much with my dickish behavior, but she makes me feel alive. She makes me feel like me. Jeez, when did I become such a sap." He says flopping backward on the bed with a dramatic sigh.

"I think when you fell in love."

"Love? I'm not in love with Kate." He pauses for a moment, contemplating the truth behind his words. "Fuck am I in love with Kate?"

"I think so." I offer despite the fact that I'm honestly not sure I know if I've ever been in love before, sure I've loved girls but been in love? That I'm not so sure, I've never felt that burning need to be with someone twenty-four-seven or like they are the other part of me. I think I'm falling for Ana because I can already feel this burning need to be with her, sure it may not be fully-fledged but it's there simpering just below the surface just waiting to be set free. Fuck when did I turn into such sap? "What you just described, that's how all the movies portray love. Answer me this, is she someone you can honestly see yourself growing old with? Raising kids with? Do you see a future with her?"

"Yes?" He answers and although it's almost a question I can hear the certainty in his voice.

"I think that's your answer." I shrug.

"Fuck. I'm in love with Kate Kavanaugh. Never thought I'd see the day." He huffs, his brow creases in confusion. "I can't tell her now; she'll think I'm just saying because of the baby."

"Then wait a few days, wait a few weeks if you want so she's sure why you're telling her. No one says it has to be today. Maybe you can make it some grand romantic gesture. And before you go there do not propose, not until you've at least lived together because you two need to know you can survive living together without killing each other before you know if this can work."

"You're right." He yawns.

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

"Maybe an hour or so?"

"I think you should get some rest; you could use it you've been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours." He spins around on the bed putting himself under the covers before I can even finish the sentence, telling me just how tired he really is.

As I slip back into bed, Ana stirs looking up at me with a sleepy smile that I can't help but kiss.

"Mmm, good morning." She murmurs a blush gracing her cheeks.

"Good morning." I stroke down her red cheeks.

We lie there for a few moments just staring at each other.

"I've been thinking."

"Have you now?" She asks pushing further into my arms, I'm so thankful that she feels comfortable with physical contact like this now.

"Yeah, we've slept together twice now, and I haven't taken you on a date. I think it's time we rectify that."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"I am."

"I don't think that's a good idea." She says pulling from my grasp, but I catch her wrist before she can get out of bed completely.

"Why not? You don't want to?"

"No, no I do. I just… haven't had a good experience with dating."

"You haven't?" I ask rubbing at her frown lines.

"No, I mean I've only been on two dates but they both ended horribly."

"Tell me about them?" I ask pulling her back into my arms only this time with her back against my chest because if I've learned anything about her, I know that she struggles to maintain eye contact when a conversation hits heavier topics. This way she doesn't even have to try and keep eye contact. Resting with my back against the headboard and her firmly between my leg, my arms wrap around her waist.

"The first date I went on was with this guy I met at the club, which let's be honest was never going to be a recipe for success, but he was sweet and persistent. He kept coming back every week and asking for me even though the night we met I was only filling in behind the bar. Eventually, I just decided to give in, seemed like a good idea I was finally in a good place and my therapist said she thought I would be a good idea. So, we went on the date at this nice little Thai place in Harlem, it was a really great night, the conversation was fairly easy. It was when he was walking me home that things went wrong, he tried to hold my hand, but it was more than I was ready for, I tried to push through because I didn't want him to think I was a freak."

"You are not a freak; your panic attacks and seizures don't define you and they sure as shit doesn't make you a freak. You hear me?" I ask she nods in response, but I get the feeling she doesn't get me. "Your aversion to touch with people you don't know, or trust is pretty normal honestly and anyone who doesn't respect that is going to have me to deal with." She chuckles at that, but I know she knows I mean it. I'll rain down hell on anyone who thinks they can hurt her in any way.

"Anyway, he tried to kiss me when we got to my front door, I wasn't expecting it and I had a panic attack. He freaked out and just left me there, I guess he didn't know what to do so he just ran. Ray found me on the doorstep and calmed me down."

"Where was Ben?"

"He was there as well but I left him at home for the date, I didn't know how the guy would react to him being there. In hindsight I probably should have taken him, but live and learn, I guess. After that date, I figured I'd wait a while until I tried again, if ever. I'm not really that girl who gets hit on on a regular basis, so it's not something I have to worry about."

"Well, it's something you're going to have to deal with now because I will never stop hitting on you." I say leaning down to nip her neck, she squeaks in response trying to pull out of my arms, but I tighten my grip not letting her go anywhere. "Tell me about the other one. I assume it wasn't with the same guy."

"No definitely not, after I told Ray he banned the guy from the club and just about every other establishment he or anyone else in the family own, which is like half of Manhattan, so I've never seen him again." I chuckle at his overprotectiveness, but I probably would have done the same thing. "The other one was about a year ago, it was this volunteer at Kelly's charity, he was older so figured he would be more mature if anything happened. So, I said yes when he asked me out. He took me to this fancy restaurant, I guess he was trying to show how much money he had because he insisted on ordering the most expensive wine in the place despite the fact, I'd told him I don't drink. He was an investment banker, so I guess money means more to someone like him than it doesn't to someone like me. Anyway, just after we finished our starters, the sleeve of my sweater got caught on the chair and pulled back enough to show my wrist." She pulls back her shirt just fair enough to expose the inside of her wrist, making the thin lines that scar her wrist visible. "He gasped when he first saw them but played it off like it was nothing, but when our dinner arrived, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I swear when he walked off, he whispered something like 'crazy bitch' but he was gone before I could ask. He never came back so I asked our waiter if he could go and check the bathroom for me, but he wasn't there, guess he snuck out. So, I was stuck there with two untouched main courses and a massive bill, the waiter packed up our meals and I took them home to Ray and 'Mone after paying the stupid bill."

"Fuck people are idiots." I mutter into hair as I stroke the scars along her wrist.

"They're not from self-harm you know. But he didn't even ask or attempt to acknowledge them."

"Even if they were doesn't mean you get to call someone names because of them."

"That's why he made them look like this. These ones just blend in with the rest, I guess if you see ones that look like self-harm you don't question the rest just assume." She says stroking along the back of my forearm where it's still firmly wrapped around her waist.

"You know they don't detract from you right? They don't define you?" She nods but her posture is still stiff leading me to believe that she doesn't believe me. I twist out from behind her shifting us both down the bed, so we don't whack our heads on the headboard. "I mean it. Your scars are a part of you but that's it, just a part. They represent a part of you a brave part, they show just how far you've come. Don't get me wrong if I could have been there to protect you as a kid I would in heartbeat but the person you are today, she's someone I can't wait to get to know more. She's pretty great, she's got a tough exterior but once she lets you through you can see it's all a façade."

"You really think that?" She asks if any other girl asked me that I'd be sure they were fishing for compliments, but I can hear the insecurity in her voice.

"Yes." I say planting a deep kiss on her, knowing that she isn't likely to believe my words but maybe I can show her how I feel. I pull back needing air eventually and trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, making sure to take extra care on the spot just behind her ear that seems to almost make her stop breathing. Rolling us so I'm on top, I continue down her body to her chest at least as far as her t-shirt exposes which isn't far. Not daring to try and take it off because although she's come a long way, I know that she is nowhere near ready for me to see all of her. But I pull at the neck of her shirt exposing just enough that I can reach the top of her breast, I suck at the skin there making her buck up into me, grinding my already rock-hard dick into her. Even through my sleep shorts and hers I can feel her wetness as she steadily rocks against me, I work my way to the center of her chest intent on showing her other breast the same attention. Coming across a perfectly straight scar that seems to run the length of her breastbone, it doesn't take a genius to work out where it's come from, but I don't dwell for fear she'll get spooked. Placing a single gentle kiss on top of the raised skin, hoping it shows her that her scars don't phase me in the least, before working my way across.

"Fuck." She bites out grabbing my face and pulling me back up, so our mouths meet. The more intense the kiss seems to get the fast her hips rock, I don't want her getting caught up in the moment and doing something she'll regret so I pull back reluctantly.

"Maybe we should stop." I try to calm my breaths as her chest brushes against mine with each harsh breath.

"Why?"

"Because I'm about a minute away from losing it and I'm guessing you're close to. I don't want you to regret it." She looks at me in confusion for a moment before answering.

"So, we're close so what? You said this was enough right?"

"I did." She's got me there.

"You said there were plenty of ways for us to have fun with our clothes on, right?" She asks but I clearly take too long answering because she tries to backtrack. "Or did you not mean it? Are you not enjoying this?"

"Oh, I'm enjoying this plenty." I rock my dick against her as proof, she gasps in response as I brush over her clit. I don't want to detract from the moment but there's a question I have to ask before we go any further. "You've had an orgasm before, right?" Really sexy, Christian.

"Yes." She blushes before pulling me back down and I lose myself in the kiss before I can think too deeply about anything else.

This time I make movements purposeful instead of the absentminded rutting just for friction. I can feel the tension building in my balls, but I want her to come first, I'm concentrating on hitting her clit as best I can through all the layers. She almost twitches every time I do, I'm so close that I can't focus on kissing her mouth, so I move to her and throat running my tongue along her pulse point, nipping at her throat gently careful not to leave any marks. Something tells me she won't appreciate the attention or teasing they'll inevitably result in. Her breathing picks up and her hips lose her rhythm as she nears the edge, so I increase my pressure. I know when her orgasm takes hold even if I can't quite feel it like normal, because her mouth opens on a thankfully silent scream, her back arching. Her hooded eyes and the blush that takes over her neck and chest send me over the edge as my dick spurt over and over into my shorts. I place my lips back over hers as my cock twitches through the aftershocks, I roll over to the side unable to support my weight any longer and not wanting to crush her. She presses herself into my side pressing a kiss into my chest, as much as I happily like there all day basking in the afterglow of our orgasm the cooling cum in my shorts is uncomfortable.

"I… should… uh, clean up." She stammers, I kiss her knowing her awkwardness to be expected but it's endearing all the same.

"Same." I say getting up first heading into my en-suite, she gets up walking to the bedroom door heading to her room no doubt to change and get a clean pair of underwear. She checks the hallway before darting across the way and into her room. A low groan alerts me to Ben's presence at the foot of the bed, jeez big guy probably just saw more than he bargained for. Note to self no more sex in front of the dog!

I planned on this chapter being a lot longer and including their first real date but these two kinda have a mind of their own. I originally planned for this scene to come later but it just felt natural. Plus, I didn't want to keep you guys waiting another week when you can have this chapter now.

Please excuse any errors as this is self-edited and no one's perfect.

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Fearfully Brave.