Will Christian survive? Let's find out.

Christian needs to take a pill!

Christian

This is a bad idea. Of course it is but will that keep me from following through with it?

No.

Why?

Because I'm Christian Grey and I'm a glutton for punishment. I really have led a boring life until now. Chuckling to myself, I put the car in park and head in to Ana's building from the garage entrance towards the elevator bank. Thank god they live less than four blocks away from me.

I asked Sloane to count slowly but then again, given how her brain flips through things at the speed of light, I may or may not be able to get past through the door if she's fallen asleep.

It'll be fucking embarrassing if she really has fallen asleep. I'd never let myself live this down. Did I mention I was whipped? In every sense of the word. Mind, body and soul… and heart. A newly discovered heart.

I check the time and it's 11:47pm. By 11:49pm I'm outside of Ana's door and radio Sloane to open it.

"I see you!" she answers, "you are late."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are," she growls. "I finished counting to 50 two times then started counting again."

"Where did you get upto the third time?"

"35!"

"I'm sorry, I really tried to get here as fast as I could. Can you please open the door?"

"Did you bring a snack?"

THE FUCK?

"Um, no… I didn't. You didn't ask me to." You are a dumbass, Grey.

"But I'm a Sloth and I'm always hungry. Next time you bring a snack, comprende?"

"Yes, Ma–Miss Sloth." I acquiesce with a chuckle. "Now, please open the door." So I can cuddle with your mother and make her and myself feel better.

I hear the lock click and the door slowly open with Sloane's head popping out. I see she's standing on a chair and looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Hi," I say and she replies saying the same with a yawn. I walk in and lock the door behind me and she jumps off the chair and looks up. It's only then I notice her attire, it's a Harry Potter themed Sloth shirt with similar pajamas.

Slothwarts - Gryffinsnore, Hanginclaw, Snoozlepuff, Slotherin.

I can't help but laugh.

"Cute shirt."

"I know," she crosses her arms, "it's my favorite."

"I guess you're Snoozlepuff right now cause you're sleepy, huh?" I try to make a joke. "I can tuck you in if you want…." Not sure what I'll say but I do have some memories of helping Mom tuck Mia in. She always kissed her forehead after reading her books. I'm sure I can do that… if that's what Sloane wants. She seems pretty self-sufficient otherwise.

Her expression changes and she giggles before turning serious again, "not yet, I want a snack. You need to help me."

With that she walks off. Her tiny body is full of authority. The energy in this household is very different right now and I'm not sure I can handle both of them being mad at me.

"What snack do you want?"

"Chocolate milk," she answers, opening the dishwasher to pull out two glasses and a spoon to place on the countertop. However, I notice a wine glass and empty wine bottle by the sink. Did Miss Steele indulge in some alcohol tonight? My attention is brought back to the Sloth when she opens the refrigerator door and takes out the bottle of hershey's syrup from one of the door trays and then instructs me to take out the milk because it's heavy for her.

Once the glasses of chocolate milk have been prepared, I follow her to the dining table where she climbs onto a chair and instructs me further on where to sit which is right next to her. These are a mixture of silent and short sentence communications that are both hilarious and frightening.

I watch her take the first sip and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction, "yu-mmy!"

A triumphant grin appears on my face.

"Hit the spot?"

"Uh huh!" she replies and takes another long sip. I take this as a cue to indulge in my midnight snack too. This is far better than drinking bourbon all alone in my study. As I'm drinking, in my periphery I see her move to stand on her chair and tower over me, arms crossed and face tense, "we need to have a serious conversation."

I shouldn't laugh, I should keep my trap shut but how the fuck am I supposed to keep it together when she looks so adorable?

"About?" I feign innocence.

"What did you do to make my Mommy sad?"

"I told you a little while ago."

"I forgot," she snaps, "tell me again."

"Well," I blow out a measured breath. How do I tell her or not tell her what really happened? "I bought her a present of sorts and she didn't like it." There, that is kind of the truth.

"Oh," she nods, "Mommy doesn't like presents. Only when I give them to her or if she gives them to people. Efun says Mommy is a present grinch," she giggles and picks up her glass to drink some more of her milk.

"You know that makes a lot of sense." I agree.

"But I like lots of presents!" She adds and pulls something from under the collar of her shirt, "look, I'm wearing the necklace you got me!"

I smile, "that's because you're not a grinch!"

She takes a seat on the table, with her feet dangling off of it and facing me. "I don't like it when my Mommy is sad," she holds up her pinky finger, "you have to pinky promise me you won't make her sad again."

Fuck, I can't do that. This is me we're talking about, I'm going to fuck up, it's a guarantee.

I look from her finger to her clear blue and expectant eyes. She really is a sweet kid.

"I can't promise that Sloane," I murmur. If I promise her this I know I'll break it and I don't ever want to do that. She seems unforgiving.

"Why not?" She straightens her body and scowls.

"Because," I sigh, "I'm still getting to know your mom and sometimes we both do things that make the other person sad… it will take some time for us to not make each other sad by mistake."

"Mommy has made you cry too?"

"No," I reply… but if she left my ass, I'd probably cry like a little bitch. I don't ever want to test that theory which means I need to fix my shit…. quick, "I don't cry."

"Oh, cause you're a boy?"

"No, not because of that. Elliot's a boy and he cries all the time." That makes her giggle. "When we were little, he was such a crybaby."

"You should hug him, that way he won't cry all the time," Sloane then suggests in all seriousness, "I don't like it when my Mommy or friends cry."

Shit, this is going south real quick.

"Hey," I reply, trying to lighten the mood, "how about I pinky promise to try and not make your Mommy sad or cry?"

"But you said you can't promise me that…"

"Well, I will do my best to not make her sad or cry but even if it happens by mistake, I will try to make sure she feels better and is happy again."

I hope that can suffice for her innocent yet very persistent mind.

She inhales and squints her eyes, mulling over my words then suddenly holds up her pinky finger again. We go through the ritual of locking them together.

"And you will also promise to not be unseasonable. Mommy doesn't like that. She said Christian needs to take a pill. You should take the medicine she's talking about. It will make you feel better."

I fail to hold it together and chuckle in agreement.

"By the way, what else did your Mommy say about me?" I am so curious now.

"Something about not wanting to go to jail. I don't remember." She shrugs and moves to get off of the table and chair, "I'm sleepy now."

Damn… so close yet so far.

"You know, we might get into trouble." We are definitely getting into trouble.

"Then we make a cute face and Mommy won't be mad anymore."

"Cute face?"

"Uh huh! Efun says that whenever Mommy gets make just make the face and she won't be mad anymore" She cradles her face and gives a sweet and innocent smile.

I laugh and nod. Yeah, this kid isn't just going to go far, she's going to outer space with her skills.

"Are you going to say sorry to Mommy?" Her smile fades. Fun time is over and we're back to business. "She's sleeping right now. I can wake her up."

"No, let her sleep." I say and realize that as a grown man, I'm about to ask a four year old permission to sleep with her mother. "Maybe I can sleepover in your mom's room?"

She looks to her mother's room and then back at me for several seconds before answering. It feels like I hold my breath for eternity till she does.

"Will you make breakfast in the morning?" Oh thank you, Lord. "Mommy made breakfast when we slept over at your place."

This kid is a real smartass and knows the power of a favor.

"I don't know how to cook, remember? But I can have breakfast delivered," I wink.

She giddily nods and scurries off to her room.

"I want chocolate chip pancakes, please! And strawberries… oh and bacon!" she says from her door and waves me goodnight.

This kid is amazing.

I stand and peek in to make sure she's in bed then walk over to Ana's room, closing and locking the door. She always sleeps with her face tucked into the pillow like she's hiding. It's cute.

Firing off an email to Gail and Taylor with instructions from my tiny boss, I take off my shoes, empty my sweatpant pockets and I climb into bed and wrap myself around her petite body. She's warm and smells like honey with a hint of citrus. I'm unable to resist from planting a few kisses on her neck. This feels so fucking good.

Ana stirs, leaning back into me and sighs.

"I miss you, baby." I mumble and close my eyes and will my dick to go the fuck to sleep while we're at it.

Ana grunts and turns her face to look back.

"Oh god!" she whines, sleepily, "don't tell me I showed up naked to your apartment again."

I chuckle, "depends, how many glasses of wine did you have tonight?"

"Hmm, two," she mumbles, holding up three fingers.

"That's three fingers."

"Three then." Her face relaxes and I kiss her deeply. She moans and lets me enjoy this connection… this is what I was missing. This is what I want, and slowly the tension from the day starts to melt away. Now if I could just bury myself inside her, "hmm, you taste like chocolate," she giggles but then her eyes shoot open. She touches my face and squeezes it as if to make sure it's really me. It's comical but I'm going to keep that thought unexpressed.

"Wait a minute… how are you here? Why are you here? What happened?"

I tighten the hold around her body, "it's a funny story actually but you have to promise me you'll hear me out."

She's a little more awake now, teeth clenched and leaning away from me but I don't give her much room and instead give her a synopsis.

"SHE DID WHAT?" her voice is a seething and scolding whisper and moves to get out of bed but I stop her, "I need to go and rain hell on her and then on you!"

"Shhh!" I kiss her lips but she scowls even more, "she's sleeping now. She's a brilliant kid, Ana. She made sure it was me before opening the door. Give her some credit. "

She's quiet for several seconds, breathing harsh but seemingly starting to relax again.

"You both are a bad influence on each other," her voice cracks, "but she's amazing isn't she?"

"Yeah," I smile. "She's pretty fucking scary too."

She snorts and rolls her eyes.

"Don't ever make her do that again. I'm serious, Christian!"

"I know, I just really wanted to be close to you." I confess. "Don't be mad, baby…"

Let's forget the day and just be with each other. We can talk in the morning or afternoon or never, just let me lose myself in you…

"I'm honestly so fucking tired to be fully mad with hellfire right now," she mumbles, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Fine by me, just let me fuck you. "And you're sweet talking isn't going to get you very far."

I sigh. So close yet so fucking far.

"It's gotten me this close to you," I wiggle my eyebrows and she fights the urge to smile. "It's technically a new day which means there's endless possibilities." Give in, Anastasia.

"And endless punishments…" she wiggles her eyebrows back. My face falls and she chuckles. I preferred it when she was half asleep and willing.

"No punishments, only reward." I smirk, hoping to sway this in my favor. Climbing on top of her to distract, I lean down to kiss her and I'm grateful when she responds.

The feeling grows, this heat between us… this connection that is so new yet feels like it's native. Her body subtly writhes beneath me and she raises her leg to wrap over my hip. I take this as a signal to take this further when she giggles against my lips.

"We're not having sex," she whispers and then kisses me again. What? Why not? I know I said I'd forgo sex but I changed my mind.

Do I push and risk losing even this bit of foreplay that's looking like the only play I'll get?

"We're not having sex," I repeat, playing her game and trying very hard not to fucking beg. She hums in approval and kisses me again.

I don't know if seconds, minutes or fucking days have gone by but she's at it and grinding this perfect body against me—it's fucking torture. Is this part two of this afternoon? Shit…

"Baby, come on," I mumble through kisses, "after the teasing this afternoon–"

"You didn't touch yourself?"

"Uh, well… you did say to figure it out…" I remind her.

"And that wasn't enough?"

Have you met me? Of course it wasn't enough.

When I don't answer she asks another question, "how many times today?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

This feels like a trick question.

"Three."

She raises an eyebrow, "I see."

"You can't be mad at me for that. I'm a guy, it comes, literally and figuratively with the territory…"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Anastasia."

And then she takes her camisole and rids herself of the little shorts she was wearing. She's changed her mind? Well that was fucking easy. I take off my shirt too and she laughs when I try to take off my pants.

"Oh no you don't. You're not having any sex."

"Excuse me?" What hte hell is happening.

She kisses me and I feel her hand creep down and she starts to touch herself, moaning into my mouth and enjoying herself.

"Do you remember what you told me when we first met?"

"What?" I'm losing brain cells in this denial and ecstasy of what she's doing. Since my still fully clothed nether regions are aligned with her unclothed ones, the back of her hand brushes against my dick sporadically while she pleasures herself.

"You said all my orgasms were yours. That I wasn't allowed to touch myself unless I was in front of you and you kept reinforcing it when we'd fuck… remember I told ou it goes both ways…"

"Uhhh…" Shit… I'm forgetting

"Since we've met, I've shared every single orgasm with you. I've never even thought to touch myself without you," she pants, closing her eyes and then opening them again to thrust her free hand into my hair and grip it hard, "and you go ahead and do whatever you want… with no consideration for me. You're so selfish!"

"But all my orgasms are yours too. I'm thinking of only you. Trust me. It's the only reason why I'm losing my damn mind with an insatiable need to fuck." I groan, hoping my argument will hold up. The heat emanating from her body, the smell and sound of her arousal is driving me mad.

The city lights pour through her window and give her skin an ethereal glow. I thought there was no punishment in heaven. I've been duped.

"You don't care, Christian. You only care about your relief and what you want. You're supposed to share your orgasms with me. If I don't come then you don't. I'm not your sub remember, we're equal. This needs to be an equitable relationship. All I'm asking for is some consideration," she moans, arching her body a fraction…. "Remember on Sunday when you told me about how I marked you the night before?"

No, no, no… she's going in for the kill. When I came over after lunch to her place to take her to my parents house, I told her about what she unintentionally did. She giggled and bit her lip so innocently asking if I wanted payback and it was fucking fantastic. She lay in front of me and touched herself for my pleasure till I felt and saw my essence spill over her body. It was so fucking hot. Then, I devoured her in more ways than one.

"Ana, baby… " I drop my head into the crook of her neck, pleading. My dick is leaking, I can feel it and it's begging, crying and screaming to be let out. The brush of her hand doesn't help either now that she's tightened her leg around me. She pulls on my hair and kisses me hard. It's unforgiving and her breathing gets harsh, coming out in quick and short pants.

"You only think about yourself and now that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make myself come and not take you into consideration at all. I'm going to focus on my pleasure because you clearly don't care about it."

This is more than just sex. I get it. She's making a point and dammit she's using a deadly weapon or the lack thereof to do it. I didn't think women cared about that shit. Isn't it a given that we're heathens and we just need to rub one out several times a day? Women are just different that way… right?

A small cry escapes her lips and her head falls back, pushing her breasts up to my chest and she comes. Fuck, if it's not the most crazy beautiful thing I've seen and every time it feels like the first time.

I taste the skin of her neck and feel her heartbeat echoing through her skin. She giggles and uses her two fingers to coat my lips with her arousal and greedily lick it off before biting down on them. That makes her laugh and she kisses me, "I like tasting myself on you."

Then let me taste you properly.

"I get it," I murmur, trying to gain some sense of control and not let my dick blow from how she keeps upping the ante, "consideration…" I test out the word. "I get it."

Point made and taken.

"Hmm," she lazily giggles, "then you sit around with this newly understood idea for a bit. I'm going to sleep."

"You can't be serious," right?

"I love you, ape" she smiles and kisses me sweetly, "goodnight."

She turns around and snuggles into her pillow, pulling over the duvet leaving me with a boner that is illegal and a need to fuck that's unsatisfied.

"Oh and by the way," she says over her shoulder, "as soon as this custody battle shit of mine is over and even if it's not, I'm going to look for another job and quit SIP. I hope you'll appreciate that I took you into consideration by telling you my plans."

She doesn't even need to rip my dick off, I'll just die of blue balls.

A/N: Well, points were made. Orders were given. Will Christian and Sloane get into trouble in the morning over breakfast? Should they get into trouble?

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"I don't care if he's the President of the United States!" Ana snaps.

"You're the President? Oh my!" Sloane looks at me with a big smile, clapping in delight.