A/N: Because Ana is 28 in my story she is more mature and self possessed but hopefully you can still see the original Ana in there just more grown up. It would be unrealistic to think a woman 28 years old has never masturbated or looked at porn one night online even out of curiosity. So while she is still much more innocent and inexperienced then Christian she is not some victorian wilting flower either.

12:56am

Ana POV:

Christian had gotten up and was pacing the width of the elevator back and forth.

"Will you please stop moving around your making me dizzy." I complained rubbing my forehead

"Trust me you want me to keep walking." He told me.

"I do... why?" I asked confused.

"I am having a certain battle with nature and it is imperative I win."

"Is that rich guy speak for you need to piss?" He huffed as if I had offended his delicate ears, he certainly didn't seem like a hard core BDSM dominant.

"Yes, as you so plainly put it. I need to urinate, and given our situation I rather think it would not be ideal."

I couldn't help but giggle a little, he was so uptight it was amusing to watch like if someone made a tiny business man figurine for a kids happy meal prize, the kind you wind up... and he stiffly walks across the sticky table.

He looked very cross at me and certainly did not like being laughed at.

"I'm so sorry, it's not you... well not exactly I just had something funny pop in my head."

"Is the so?" He said though his clenched teeth not believing me.

"Oh for crying out loud here," I said passing him my thermos from my bag.

He studied it perplexed, "and what am I supposed to do with this?"

"Uhh relive yourself." I said as tho it ought to be obvious.

"I most certainly will not be using your coffee thermos to urinate in!"

I shrugged, "what's the plan then, are you going to hold it till morning, that's likely to cause an infection... your mom's a doctor right, you should know this."

I could see he was debating it in his head as he shuffled from foot to foot like a stubborn child.

"Oh, ohhh I see. Not to worry Mr. Grey I will turn around no one will know of your short comings."

He stopped pacing and pierced me with an incredulous look, "my what!?"

"Hey it's nothing to be ashamed about," I placed my hands over my breasts, "I'm not exactly the most well endowed either."

His eyes widened as he looked down at my breasts. Before shaking his head again to focus back on my eyes.

"You think the reason I refuse to urinate into your stale coffee is because I'm embarrassed about my size?!"

"Why else would a hardcore dominant be so shy about unzipping in front of a woman? look I'll turn around and even plug my ears, also if it helps its jasmine tea... I hate coffee."

I honestly thought his head might just popped right off his body the veins were bulging almost violently from his neck.

Christian POV:

I couldn't believe what she had just implied and I was very tempted to show her just how wrong she was in her assumptions. Although if she kept fondling herself I doubt I'd have to drop my trousers, the proof of my "endowments" would be very clear.

I reluctantly unscrewed the top to the thermos and faced the corner away from her. This woman was going to drive me mad, Taylor would have to come to my rescue with a straight jacket in hand.

After I finished relieving myself I told her it was safe to turn around.

"Feel better?" She asked.

"Yes, much" I had to admit taking my seat back down on the floor.

She got a bottle of water out of her bag and I waited for her to take a big sip before I said what I wanted,

"Just so you know I think you have perfect breasts." She spits the water out and start coughing, I tried to hide my smirk but I am pleased with my little bit of payback.

Time Jump

3:15am

3rd person POV:

Over the last couple hours Christian and Ana had challenged each other on any and everything, from politics (Christian was very liberal and Ana was more moderate) to religion (Ana was Catholic and Christian ironically was atheist), literature (Ana loved the classics and Christian found fiction frivolous and instead preferred biographies or books on history)

When they finally had debated every other subject but sports they realized they at least has some common ground, they seemed to be in agreement that the Mariners were #1.

Along the way it stoped being combative and turned to genuine interest even a fondness,

"So you really never said a word until your parents brought Mia home?" Ana asked.

"No, I believed Grace was my angle but it was still hard to believe this home, this family was permanent... real. When I saw Mia, she was so small and innocent, I just wanted to protect her... I think it was the first time I felt like a brother, it helped everything else seem more real to me."

Ana smiles, touched how Christian talks about his sister.

"Tell me, what's she like?"

"Mia?" He asks, "She's a force of nature," his laughs, "I swear if I didn't know any better I would swear she was constantly on speed, her energy levels are off the charts, and as hyper as she can be it is only ever surpassed by her big heart which makes it impossible to truly be annoyed by her, she's just genuine goodness."

"She's lucky to have a brother who loves her so much." Christian's smile fell at her use of the word love.

He cleared his throat a bit uncomfortable, "What about you, you said Andrea's Mom adopted you?"

"Yeah my mom was never really the maternal type, I don't think she ever hated me it was more like she was indifferent towards me. As a little girl it was very confusing but at least I had Ray, he showed me love, taught me how to ride a bike, went to school recitals, everything. I was heartbroken when my mom left him."

"why did she?" Christian asks.

"Ray knew my birth father, they served together in the military. I think they married because Ray thought he owed it to Frank to look out for his young family... I don't think it was ever about love. For my mom I think thats what was really missing in her life, this epic love affair where some rich prince would come along and make all her problems go away. Ray was way too down to earth to play into all that, he didn't shower her with gifts or romantic surprises so when someone came along who did she was blind to his other flaws."

Ana gets a far away look in her eyes as she thinks about husband number 3,

"You don't have to tell me," Christian assures her not liking how unhappy she seems.

"He was monster, lets just leave it at that."

That rage that filled Christian when Ana spoke of Hyde fills him again only this time 100x worse because he is now certain from her body language this son of a bitch actually did put his hands on her. He swears to find the monster and make sure he can never hurt his Ana ever again.

Christian looses his breath when his realizes what he just thought, why would he think of Ana, as his? Why did it seem so right?