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Trust

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A month had passed since Christian and Ana arrived at the second safe house. They didn't have much to do, except for taking long strolls in the forest. Inside the red brick house it was always cold, so Christian went to the woods every two or three days to get firewood. The beautiful brunette, and her protector—the man who usually answered questions with three words max, had gotten to know each other pretty well the past month. They didn't talk much about their past, but they have gotten to know little things about each other.

Like for instance, Ana hated waking up early. While Christian usually forces her to wake up before the sun came up. He knew that she liked her coffee with sugar, and lots of cream. While he hated sugar and cream in his coffee. Every night, Christian woke up at least six times to check their surroundings, and to check up on her. She knew that, but not once had asked him about it. She also knew that he had nightmares every night; she had asked him one time about it, but he avoided the question, immediately changing the subject. So, she didn't want to press him about it, letting it go.

Christian knew exactly when something was bothering her; she chewed on her bottom lip whenever that was the case.

Thinking about the things he had found out about Ana, made his heart do weird things. He shouldn't be thinking like this, because when the others have destroyed 'The ENTITY', and it was time for her to go back to her old life, he'd never see her again.

He had to be professional, and like the others said; treat her like a package, so you won't get attached.

"Crap!" he heard Ana say from upstairs, taking him out of his thoughts." I'm fine! I just stumbled upon MY OWN shoes!"

He shook his head at hearing that, and continued with his work-out.

The main reason why Christian had been waking her up so early is, because he had been training her. Ana was the kind of woman who could do amazing things in her lab, and before that, her knowledge of hair, beauty and designer clothes would make the best beauty gurus in the world jealous. But fighting? She never ever fought in her whole life, afraid of breaking her perfect manicured nails.

And the last month he had forced her to do just that.

Even the simplest moves were difficult for her. "I am here for you, Ana to keep you safe. But if it came down to it, and you had to defend yourself, it would be handy if you knew some moves. And we have the time you know. What are we going to do the whole day? Sleep?"

At that, Ana rolled her blue eyes at him." And eat." She mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing, Christian."

"I also can teach you to shoot a gun." He said.

At hearing that, she shook her head furiously." No. That I refuse to do, Christian." She stated, her pretty eyes boring into his, filled with fear.

"OK, no shooting guns then." he agreed, because he saw the fear in her eyes." Not yet..."

"OK, I'm ready" he heard Ana say, taking him out of his thoughts." Please don't kick my as in training today?"

He gave her a stern look, and said." We'll see"

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... Approximately six hours later ...

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Christian was kicking her ass in training. He was determined to teach her to fight, because he wanted her to be able to defend herself whenever the situation presented itself. He was being very hard on her, considering she was just a newbie at fighting. Ana hadn't had any training whatsoever, before this and he knew that! And yet, he acted like he was training someone who had experience. Even Taylor attempted to come in between them and told him on the phone to take it easy on her, but Christian ignored the blond man completely and went on.

At one point, Ana couldn't take it anymore. "Christian, please. Can we stop?" she managed to say, out of breath." We've been doing this for six hours straight! And you promised to take it easy on me today"

"This IS me being easy on you"

"Seriously?! I cannot fight anymore..." Ana pleaded, and glared at him. She was lying flat on her back, while he hovered over her, looking down at her with an expressionless look on his face.

"Fine, but don't think that our enemy will stop if you asked them to. Remember that, Miss Steele!" he scolded her, and finally let her go.

She nodded, and murmured a soft." I know."

As Ana attempted to get on her feet, her whole body ached tremendously. All of her muscles screamed in pain, so she failed at getting up. When he saw that, he shook his head and gave her a hand. He had a bottle of water in his right hand, so he offered Ana his left hand. Her knees weren't cooperating though, she almost sank to the floor again, but of course Christian noticed immediately and held her up by gripping her gently. He let the bottle fall to the floor, as his right hand swiftly gripped her hip, while his other hand gripped her tiny waist lightly.

She stood so close to him, looking at his face. He had a three day old stubble, Ana noticed. Then her eyes darted away from it towards his eyes. Gosh, his gray eyes were so beautiful. Upon realizing which direction her mind was going, Ana attempted to shake those inappropriate thoughts off.

'Seriously Steele?!'

Ana cleared her throat, and broke eye contact. "Christian, I want this, OK? I want to learn to fight." she said, her voice trembling lightly." I know at first I hated it, but I've come to realize you're right. I have to know how to at least defend myself."

"Miss Steele, look at me."

At that, she locked eyes with him again. "Yeah?"

"I'm here for you, for anything and whenever you need, OK? But I still think I have to teach you to fire a gun."

She nodded in response. "Our enemy will have guns, and a lot of them. I know, but I'm not ready for that yet."

"OK. Do you maybe want to tell me why you don't want to even touch a gun?" he asked, his gray eyes boring into hers.

Ana suddenly didn't know how to reply; he was being so nice and don't forget his hands were still gripping her lightly. The feeling of his warm hand on her waist, made her a bit lightheaded. 'No, no, no, Ana! Don't you dare go there!' she reminded herself.

"No, I just feel uncomfortable around them, is all." She replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"OK, but you will tell me when you're ready to learn to handle a gun?"

Ana's eyes almost fluttered shut, when she felt his fingers squeezing her waist. "So, we have an agreement then. When the time is right, I'll tell you." she managed to say.

"Can you stand on your own now?" he asked, his gray eyes still locked on hers.

"Yes." She replied, her voice squeaky because his manly scent had invaded her nostrils, making her tummy do stubborn flip flops.

"I will let go of you now, OK?" He asked.

Ana nodded and thanked the Lord that she finally was able to stand on her own feet; they were a bit wobbly though.

"Christian, are we done? Can I go now?" she pleaded.

He nodded, so Ana hastily grabbed her towel and bottled water, and strode out the third bedroom—the one he had turned into their private 'gym' one month ago.

When she had closed the bathroom door behind her, Ana let out the breath that she'd been holding, glad that the fighting session with Christian was finally over. She kicked of her shoes, took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. The warm water felt amazing; it was soothing her aching muscles at the moment.

"You are one mean teacher, Christian Grey, do you know that?" she whispered.

The last few days Ana noticed that he was on edge all the time, but she couldn't figure out why. She had heard him speaking to Ros on the phone; it sounded like they were having an argument. She wasn't eavesdropping or anything, but she did hear Christian say the word package a few times. But before Ana was able to make out what exactly they were talking about, he walked out the house. For some unknown reason he was very tense, since that particular phone call. What happened? Was he acting out on her during training, because of it? That made her wonder.

Ana did want to at least learn the basics of fighting, but she never thought that it would be this difficult. It was easier for her to develop systems and products for use in the fields of biology and health. Or design devices used in various medical procedures.

A sigh escaped her lips, as she wrapped a towel around her body. But when Ana walked towards the sink, she stumbled onto her shoes that she had kicked off earlier.

"Damn it!" she hissed loudly.

'Why am I acting so clumsy today?' she thought. She wondered if it had to do with HIM... Christian.

Christian Grey. Now that was a topic she wanted to avoid. He was attractive; oh he definitely was. At that, Ana instantly kicked herself mentally. "No, don't go there Anastasia Steele." she scolded herself.

But she couldn't help it. She's been living with this man for a whole month now, and had no contact with the outside world except, when they went grocery shopping once a week. He was the only person she talked to, well talking? She bet that a puppy would be more talkative than him.

Since their last encounter with 'the ENTITY', Ana didn't act stubborn anymore. Whatever he told her to do, she did, because it could mean life and death. She knew that from experience.

The morning after he had saved her from those thugs, she did ask why they were after her. Christian had given her a vague explanation, saying that they were an organized international group of criminals, operating all around the world. The reason why they were after her? He told her that she possessed something they wanted. What it was? Christian and the others weren't sure.

Well, he didn't go into detail, but at least he told her some things. Ana wasn't satisfied at all with the answers, but decided not to press the matter. She already felt guilty about him getting injured that night. And he had saved her life after all.

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... The next day ...

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"We're running out of supplies again, Ana." Christian said, as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing blue jeans and a black sweater, her dark brown hair was down, falling over her shoulders.

"Are you going into town again?" she asked.

He nodded, and began to make a list of items they needed. "You're coming with me." He remarked.

"OK, fine by me." Ana replied.

She impatiently waited for him to finish the list, while tapping on the table.

"What's up, Ana?"

"Huh? Oh." she said, as she realized that he was referring to the tapping on the table.

"Are we still safe here, Christian?"

He stopped writing and looked up at her." Yeah, of course. Are you worried about your safety?"

"I'm not, I erhmm... I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I heard what you said to Ros. You told her it was time to move... the package. I assumed you were talking about me?" Christian heard her say.

"Yes, we were talking about you. But this place is still the safest." He promised.

"On the phone you sounded like you desperately wanted to… move the package?"

At that, he shook his head, his lips curling upwards." Well, in my opinion it's safer to move you to another location, because it's been a whole month. What if the bad guys found out about this place?"

"But Ros and Taylor don't share your opinion?" she asked carefully.

"They usually does, but in this case he assured me that this location is the safest." he replied.

"OK, if they say so... They must be right." she replied, her brows furrowed slightly, as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Christian observed her gorgeous face, and said. " You don't seem convinced, Ana."

At hearing that, she let out a breath." No, it's fine. I'm convinced."

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

She nodded." Yes, if he has convinced you, then... then I trust it. Because I trust you with my life. Completely." Ana replied, her voice soft, emphasizing the word you.

As those last words reached his ears, he couldn't help but feel his heart breaking from guilt. Christian had gone through so much in his life. He used to be a marine, and after two tours he joined the FBI and officially became an FBI sniper/ observer. He had seen and experienced a lot during his missions as a marine, horrible things, and suffered from PTSD for two years.

Fortunately, he was able to deal with it by going to therapy. Then life became a bit bearable, and one day his father suggested the FBI.

He was a skilled marksman, and did good work, when he became an FBI agent. He felt whole again, and the suffering he witnessed and experienced seemed to have disappeared. However, that all changed on that fateful day, seven years ago.

That day, something happened that broke him... The guilt of that day still haunted him, eating him up from the inside out. He replayed that moment in his mind a hundred times, not understanding what he had done wrong.

The screams that day, and the girl in the white dress who cried for her father...

Why didn't he prevent that from happening?! Why wasn't he able to protect her father seven years ago?

"Hey, you alright?" he heard Ana say, taking him out of his thoughts.

Christian cleared his throat, and shook his head, while avoiding Ana's gaze." Y-yeah" he replied, and then asked." Do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course silly"

God, Christian knew that he didn't deserve her trust. She was so good, innocent, and endearing. Little by little, she was making him enjoy his current life, and making him see some colors in it. Colors that he had forgotten life had to offer. Like the color of her clothing, the color of her shiny brown hair, the color of her plump lips, and color of her eyes. Oh, those eyes were easy to get lost into. Ana's eyes were so mesmerizing; they were clear blue, and lit up this damned red brick house.

So no, he definitely didn't deserve her trust. She was too pure, and he was too damaged, his heart pitch black, and beyond repair.

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J