A/N Christian POV next chapter. Hope you enjoy this cute fluffy and (sexy) chapter! AND Please remember to review! – love, Elizabeth x

We both lay down underneath the covers. Christian put me on the inside and turned to face me. It was a tight squeeze, but I loved it. I could see every colour in his eyes, every individual eyelash.

"I missed you," I said quietly, reaching up to run my fingers through his soft hair. I'd missed this. The feel of silk beneath my fingertips. The warmth of his breath across my face. The feel of his skin against mine.

"You have no idea," he said with a sad smile.

I brushed underneath his eyes. They were still dark.

"You haven't been sleeping," I acknowledged.

He shrugged.

"Is it the nightmares?" I asked, now knowing the source of why he had them.

He looked down and I coaxed his gaze back up to me.

"Don't be ashamed," I said. "It's not your fault and I don't think any less of you for it. Actually, I think you're incredibly brave. You're the strongest person I know."

He smiled a little at that and then nodded.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Everything's been a bit shit hasn't it?"

I felt a pang. I nodded in agreement.

"I missed that," he said, closing his eyes as I continued stroking his hair. I knew it was something he loved. It was a comfort thing for him; it had always helped calm him down when we were younger.

"I'm gonna have to go back up soon," I said regretfully.

He shook his head and snaked his arms around my waist. I giggled.

"What time do your parents get up?" He asked.

"Around six. Why?"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and set an alarm for five thirty.

"You can go up when the alarm goes off. That way we won't be caught," he explained.

I bit my lip. It was still risky. What if my parents came down for something later in the night? As I looked into his eyes however, I decided I didn't care. He needed me tonight and I needed him. We were only sleeping. How could my parents be mad at that?

Christian leaned over then to turn out the lights before kissing me softly. Gentle and slow turned into passionate once more, and I felt the familiar feelings from earlier stirring again.

His hand edged up my tank top and palmed my breast. I let out a little moan as he bent slightly to take it in his mouth. I held his head there, loving the feel of his tongue on my boobs. When he came back up to kiss me, I'd made my decision as to what I wanted to do. Kissing him heatedly, I trailed my fingers lightly down his bare chest. He was in boxers only and before I lost my nerve, freed his rock-hard erection from the confines. It was smooth, hard and warm. I loved how it felt beneath my hand. He stilled, a small gasp leaving his mouth. My first time touching him.

He looked into my eyes as my hands moved over him. I didn't know exactly what I was doing but I knew the basics. I licked my hand a little to ease the friction before resuming my strokes. When he closed his eyes in pleasure, I knew I was doing a good job.

"Ana," he moaned, leaning his forehead against mine.

I kept up my administrations and before long, I felt a wet warmth shoot into my hand and a little over my shorts. He opened his eyes, breathing hard.

"Sorry," he said, and I knew he was flushing.

I kissed him once on the lips. "Don't be."

I excused myself to run upstairs and wash my hands and change my shorts. Christian was doing the same in the downstairs bathroom. Once we were both back in bed on the couch, he looked at me with a small grin.

"That was amazing," he said.

I kissed him in response. When I pulled back, I noticed that his eyes were hazy. He was completely and utterly shattered from his lack of sleep.

"Go to sleep," I whispered, stroking his hair.

"Need to touch you too," he said sleepily.

"They'll be plenty of time for that," I smiled.

He moved to lie on his back and pulled me into his side. I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes.

We were asleep within minutes.

Waking up groggily at half past five, I lazily climbed my way back upstairs and into my room. I'd had a great sleep and so decided to get ready slowly. An hour later, I joined my parents and Christian downstairs for breakfast. Mom was showing off by making waffles; something she usually reserved for weekends only.

"Did you have a good sleep Christian?" She asked, passing him a mug of coffee.

He nodded whilst taking a sip.

She looked over at me then, taking a sip of her own drink.

"And you honey? Did you have a nice sleep too?" She asked.

There was smirk on her face and I felt myself flush. She knew I slept down here. I turned my face away scowling, and she laughed before heading back out into the kitchen.

"She's too smart," Christian murmured once she's gone.

"I know."

Mom dropped us both to school and Christian walked me to home room. Outside the door, he kissed me on the lips. I stood on my tiptoes to reach him.

"You gonna sit with me at lunch?" He asked as we broke apart.

I bit my lip. Was I ready to sit with all the boys again? Not really. None of them had bothered with me when Christian and I were separated. It was going to take a lot for them to regain my trust once more.

"We don't have to sit with everyone," he said, sensing my hesitancy. "It can just be you and me."

"And Kate," I added.

He made a face and I gave him a warning one in return.

"Kate's been here with me through thick and thin," I told him. "I'm not ditching her at lunch."

"Okay fine," he relented. "I'll meet you outside your class before."

I nodded and gave him one last little kiss.

The day dragged. I told Kate everything about Christian and I getting back together in home room. She wasn't even surprised.

"Knew you couldn't stay away from one another," she said, reapplying her lipstick.

"What's happening with you and Elliot?" I asked, changing the subject.

She put her lipstick down and shook out her hair.

"Not sure what you're talking about," she said.

I spun her around to face me.

"Don't lie to me Katherine Kavanagh," I said with a menacing growl.

She laughed. "Okay okay. Well, nothing yet. He's been talking to me. We've been talking over message and stuff. Super casual. I'm not sure really."

"Do you want anything to happen?" I asked.

She shrugged. "He didn't treat me right and it's hard to get past that. It's gonna take a while for him to convince me that he's changed you know?"

I nodded.

I didn't yet have the heart to tell her that I didn't think Elliot had changed at all.

"Hello Christian," Kate greeted Christian coldly at lunch.

"Hi Kate," he said. "How are you? How have you been?"

"Looking after Ana," she replied sarcastically, taking a bite out of her strawberry. "She's been pretty upset."

Christian didn't reply as he took a sip of water.

"I hope you've owned up to your mistakes," she continued.

He looked up at her with a glare. "I know how to treat Ana," he said.

"Could've fooled me," she mumbled, but before Christian could retort I intervened by talking about our upcoming maths test on Friday.

After school, Christian invited me round. I was hesitant at first; the memory of that fateful night. But I also thought about all the good ones, and they far outweighed anything negative.

When I arrived, Mia was in the kitchen making pb&j sandwiches with marshmallow fluff. She ran toward me with a squeal as soon as I walked in.

"Ana, I missed you!" She yelled.

"Shh Mia," Christian said, flopping down at the bar. He gestured to her sandwich. "Make me one of those without the fluff."

"The fluff is the best part," she said, glaring at him.

She turned back to me with a smile.

"I really missed you Ana," she said again, pouting.

"I missed you too," I said, playing with her hair. It had grown out since she was younger. She had grown since she was younger.

No longer the adorable toddler or the cute little girl. Mia was now in seventh grade and almost thirteen years old. She was also almost as tall as me.

"Do you want a sandwich Ana?" She asked as I slid next to Christian.

"Yes please I'm starving," I replied, helping myself to a banana on the counter. "But please, no marshmallow."

She rolled her eyes, muttering something about being uncultured as she got to spreading the bread.

We ate and chatted with Mia for a while before heading upstairs. Christian's parents were never back from work straight after school; just like my own. Elliot came strolling in after we'd finished and I took that as our que.

In Christian's room, I felt apprehensive. The last time I came in here I'd seen him with her...

"You okay?" Christian asked, taking off his shoes and lounging back on his bed.

I nodded.

Good memories only.

He patted the space next to him and I joined.

"Wanna watch something?" He asked. "Scooby doo?"

I nodded as I cuddled up to him. We ended up watching and laughing at all our favourite episodes.

"Remember when I dyed your hair?" He asked, twirling a piece round in his finger.

I turned to him with a grin. "How could I forget? I had to have it chopped off!"

He laughed and leaned closer.

"I liked it. I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen; do you know that? The first time I laid eyes on you and you coloured your stupid dragon in purple."

I blushed.

"Your teeth are perfect," he said, brushing a finger against my bottom lip.

"I know," I smirked, catching it between my teeth.

He grinned and edged closer. Tilting my face forward, he kissed me slowly.

I snaked my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer; opening my mouth a little so I could taste him. His hands rested on my hips, as he teased my tongue with his. The heat of his body was like a fire against my skin and I just wanted to be closer to him. So close that I could crawl inside.

We broke away gasping; his lips never left my skin. First the side of my face, then my neck.

"I love your kisses," I breathed.

He rolled us over so that I was pinned beneath him. I pulled him back down forcefully and kissed him again.

"I want to make you feel good," he whispered. "I've been thinking about it all night. Can I?"

I nodded desperately and felt his hands tugging on my jeans. He pulled them down below my knees and I kicked them the rest of the way off. Looking at my black lacy panties, I heard a sharp intake of his breath.

"You're beautiful Ana," he said, coming back over to kiss me.

Our tongues danced and one hand cradled the side of my face as the other trailed its way down my belly and underneath my panties.

I gasped into his mouth and he pulled back to look into my eyes.

"Tell me what feels good," he said quietly, gauging my expression.

"There," I sighed, when a finger rubbed against my clitoris.

He did it again, a little firmer as he watched me intently. I arched, letting out a moan. He covered my sounds with his mouth.

"Shh," he grinned, kissing me slowly.

But I couldn't. I'd never felt anything like this before. I'd never masturbated - this was the very first time I was being touched, and it was all I could do not to scream.

A finger trailed down to my entrance and back up again, teasing.

"Inside," I whispered urgently, rocking my hips upward toward his hand.

He obliged. One finger entered me slowly and I clenched, the alien feeling overwhelming.

"Relax," he whispered, kissing underneath my ear.

I unclenched as he started to move it in and out before adding another. It was tight and slightly painful, but the pleasure of it was much more fulfilling. He brought his thumb up to rub my clitoris whilst he continued to finger me. I grabbed on to the headboard and turned to face the pillow, trying my best to muffle the screams that wanted to escape.

His mouth found its way back down my neck and throat again. Slow, sensual kisses that had me thrusting toward his hand. He pulled up my top so that my boobs were free and took one in his mouth, sucking hard.

"Christian," I whimpered.

The pressure of his fingers increased and so did his tongue on alternating breasts. It was all so intense. I'd never felt pleasure like this before.

"I love the feel of you Ana," he whispered, looking up at me with lust filled eyes. "You're wet and soft and just..." he broke off, coming back up to kiss me.

I could feel the pressure between my legs building. Higher and higher. Christian was unrelenting as he coaxed me further toward my orgasm.

His lips latched onto my ear lobe; his fingers moved deeper inside me brushing against something. I cried out, holding on to him and he moved to watch my expression.

"You look so gorgeous Ana," he murmured, bringing his lips down once more to kiss me.

His fingers moved deeper again, and I felt myself shake as I came. Body clenched, hips raised, I let out a loud moan into Christian's mouth as I let it wash over me.

He withdrew his fingers after a few seconds, bringing them up to examine. Before I could ask him what he was doing, he put them both in his mouth and I widened my eyes.

"You taste amazing," he grinned, lying back down and pulling me right toward him.

"You're something else," I murmured, still feeling sensitive and… slightly worn out.

He covered us both with his blankets and turned on his side to face me. He stroked my hair back and peppered my face with little kisses. I felt wanted and desired. Safe and loved.

I'd always felt this way with Christian, but this time was different. Like last night. We were now sharing intimacy. Sharing our bodies with each other. There was a certain amount of vulnerability that came with that and I felt extremely overwhelmed. I felt naked even with clothes one. Exposed.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently.

I nodded. I felt like crying and didn't know why.

"Ana?" He asked when a tear escaped.

I wiped it away.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, his voice appalled. "Ana why didn't you tell me to stop?"

I shook my head. "No Christian, it was amazing," I assured him, although truth be told, I was starting to feel a little sore.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked, his face perplexed.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just overwhelmed. It was great, and I love you so much. It's just all very new you know?"

He nodded but looked unconvinced.

"You don't regret it?" He asked.

I shook my head and snaked my fingers around his neck. "I could never regret anything with you. I loved it Christian, honestly."

He shook his head with a little laugh, murmuring something about girls being strange as he pulled me toward his chest and cuddled me tightly.