4:08am

Ana's stomach was desperate for food, she had been hungry before, everyone had but usually when that sensation came over her she fed it, but now stuck in an elevator she was unable to and her body was punishing her for it.

She hated being weak and thats how she felt, she thought about all the hungry people all over the world who have to go days without food and here she was clutching her stomach in pain over just 20 hours.

Christian could see her wince in pain from the hunger, no to mention the loud roars it caused that practically echoed off the elevators walls. He hated she was hungry, granted it was her fault for skipping meals but no one deserve this feeling.

"It's a terrible thing, to be hungry," He says solemnly trying to communicate understanding and sympathy to the woman he found himself growing more found of as each minute of their forced shared confinement passed.

Ana looked up at him momentarily distracted by his smooth deep voice that made her insides clench.

"When I was young... before I was adopted," Christian went on explaining, "I went often without meals, I swore to myself when I got out of that situation, I would never go hungry again."

"how very Scarlett O'Hara of you." Ana replied, with more bite then she intended.

Her snarky attitude took Christian aback.

Ana deflated feeling horrible for her attitude.

"I'm so sorry, I'm normally a very pleasant person to be around, I.. I" She starts to tear up and feel her bottom lip quiver. "I just really want to go home." She admitted.

"I understand." Christian told her, "Your tired and hungry, a few snarky comments are completely understandable, I strangely find myself looking forward to the next, you certainly have a very witty tongue." Christian told her making her feel slightly less guilty.

"I just, I hate sounding like a ridiculous frightened little girl," Ana said as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to suck it up and be strong again.

She brought her arms around herself and rubbed them up and down.

"Are you cold?" Christian asked with such concern in her voice Ana had to school her features not to roll her eyes, he had put up with enough disrespect from her, he didn't deserve anymore. Truthfully it was very sweet of him to show her such tenderness considering he didn't even know her five hours ago so instead she just nodded yes.

"In a few more hours this will be over, perhaps we should try to get some sleep. Why don't you come over here?" He asked of her, she wanted to protest but truthfully having someone to hold onto and tell her everything was going to be okay sounded really damn good.

She scooted across the elevator floor and came to sit next to Christian. He removed his blazer and did his best to drape it across her to trap some warmth for her small body.

She let her head drop onto his shoulder feeling the exhaustion of the past few days of worrying about Andrea catch up to her.

"It's all right, just go to sleep, when you wake up we'll be getting out of here... Just, just don't touch my chest." Christian told her.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" Ana asked.

"I have touch issues-" Christian started to say

"It's okay, you don't have to explain, I promise I won't touch anymore than your shoulder..." Ana said letting her head drop again, "And maybe your hand." She added taking his in hers and lacing their fingers together.

Soon her eyes fluttered closed and she succumbed to sleep.

Christian POV:

I've never held anyone as they slept, and no one's ever held onto me. I clutched onto by mom's corpse those four days I was left with her body but I don't think that counts. I've held Mia in my arms when she was a baby but I never slept with her, that wouldn't have been safe. This is a completely new experience for me.

Having Ana's small body pressed against my left side is doing things to me, it's filling me with this warmth that has ever muscle in my body relaxing, like some vital organ has been placed inside of me, my body feels complete like it's received something it's been missing forever. And sleep is calling to me, I try to fight it, I don't want to risk ruining this by succumbing to sleep and then frightening Ana with a night terror but I know I'm failing and soon I give in and my body goes slack against the elevator wall.

I'm not sure how long I've been out, but it's been some of the deepest restorative sleep I've ever gotten. I feel myself being pulled from my dreamland and I want to protest but at least its not by a nightmare, this feels like my body is gently waking me urging me to regain consciousness. As I come back into myself I quickly understand why, and thank my body's instincts.

At first I hear Ana's soft moans and I fight my eyes open to check on her, I'm worried she is the one having a nightmare but as my eyes adjust to check her over I see that is not the kind of dream she is having.

Her face and neck are flushed and her hips are rocking back and forth. Is this really happening? Did Ana wake me up by writhing next to me. I am hard in an instant. Her soft sleepy moans are killing me. I put my free hand, the one Ana isn't clutching, over my pants trying to calm my cherished appendix down.

"Christian" I am alarmed that she has woken up and discovered my incriminating hand placement, but her eyes remain close

"Christian... please," Please what? I swear I would give her anything if she kept saying my name like that. I have never let a woman call me that during sex, maybe Elena did when we first started but it wasn't something I allowed after I became a Dom, but I swore if I was ever lucky enough to get to experience Ana's pleasured moans outside of this elevator she would never be allowed to call me anything else. It just sounded so fucking erotic coming from her fully pouty lips. God I wanted those lips around me.

I look down and realize my hand is no longer trying to control my painfully hard dick but is stroking him. I quickly remove my hand as tho it has been burnt, this isn't right and I don't wish to disrespect Ana like this. I know I will be in excruciating pain as she continues to seek relief in her dreams but I will not keep touching myself like some horny teenager. I have more control then that.

"Yes Christian, oh god you feel so good." Damn it even a seasoned Dom like me who is used to delayed gratification is feeling outmatched. I want so badly to wake her up and press her onto the floor, covering her delicious body with mine, I wan to let my tongue plunder her mouth as my hands greedily grab her assets, I remember telling her earlier how perfect they were, it wasn't just to get a rise out of her. Yes they were modest in size but perfectly proportionate to the rest of her and my palms ached to feel them. Fuck I was never going to survive the next hour, I didn't know how I could survive the next 10 seconds like this.

"Christian, yes, yes, oh god, yes." Her body went slack and thank god because I was seconds away from cuming without having anyone, not even myself touch me. It would have been very uncomfortable to sit in my pants after that.

Fuck that got me to thinking of Ana and if she creamed her panties, fuck I wanted to find out, I wanted to part her legs and lick her dry again.

I looked at my watch it was 6:25, Taylor would be here with help soon. I looked up to the video surveillance making a mental note to get the feed before anyone else could see it, if it was somehow still able to record through the black out I didn't want anyone else to see Ana like that.

I wanted all her moans for myself. I promised myself somehow I would get to hear them again, and the next time I'd be able to do a hell of a lot more about it.