Sparks

by NineAnd3Quarters

Anastasia Steele sees herself as a simple girl with a simple life. Christian Grey sees himself as a complicated man with a complicated past. When the complicated man meets the simple girl, it only takes a single spark, and what he sees, is anything but simple. HEA, No Cheating. Update: No longer a collaboration after Chapter 12. Back after a couple years and going to try to finish.

3. Chapter 3

A/N: This one jumps back and forth between POV's a lot, so we're sorry if anyone gets whiplash. We hope you enjoy this chapter!

Cheers!

Stephie and Sanjana

*Christian's POV*

I stare at the closed door of Anastasia's apartment, like a fool, wondering what the fuck just happened and trying to listen to what's going on with Anastasia and the half-naked blonde fucker.

What the fuck just happened? I must have stood there for ten minutes while she cooed over the good looking bastard, not even noticing I was still there. I've never had to deal with this shit before. An unwelcome emotion comes over me, and I suddenly want to crush the fucker's skull for stealing my last moment with Anastasia.

Why the hell are they so close? Why the fuck is he so handsy with her?

A picture of them curled up in bed together keeps popping into my mind on the way down the elevator and it takes everything in me not to stomp back up the stairs and demand that he leave. If he's Kate's brother, why didn't he stay with her? He obviously wanted Anastasia to comfort him. He'll probably use his damn sob story to manipulate her into bed. He had his hands all over her thighs and she didn't even batt an eye. Has he had her before? Are they fuck buddies?

Taylor opens my door and I slide in, ignoring him. I'm too angry and upset to deal with him. When he climbs in the front seat, I don't miss the worried glance he gives me through the rearview mirror, but I pretend not to notice. I look up at the building as we drive away, knowing that she's curled up, warm and cozy with the Kavanagh bastard.

We drive home in silence as I sit and brood, and when I make it to Escala, I go straight to my baby grande and start to play. It's the only thing that I have left that numbs my brain. Every brain cell is screaming for me to call Elena to find me a little brunette to beat, but I need to stay strong and keep my distance from her. It would feel good in the moment, but afterward, the guilt would eat me alive. What would Elliot think of me?

I know that I wouldn't be happy with any brunette Elena offered up on a silver platter. I don't want just anyone, I want Anastasia. I close my eyes as I play and a visual of her on her knees on my leather floor in the playroom comes to mind. My dick begins to rise, but my visual is interrupted by my brother's voice.

'What kind of sick fuck are you?'

My eyes open and my fingers still on the keys of the piano. Could I have vanilla with Anastasia?

I visualize Anastasia smiling below me as I move slowly on top of her and my dick grows again. Why is it so easy with her? Why have I never tried this vanilla shit before? I try to visualize having vanilla with my prior subs, but my dick deflates quickly.

It's Ana. I only want Anastasia.

I let my fingers fly gracefully over the keys as I think back to this evening and the vanilla ice cream. The irony of the situation isn't wasted and I chuckle. The girl has definitely sold me on vanilla. I could use another of those cherries...Ana's cherry. The reddening of her cheeks when I teased her was amusing. She's shy about sex and I wonder how experienced she truly is. She was so bashful and insecure about my cheeky comments, it makes her seem quite inexperienced. Surprisingly, I find myself liking it. I actually like it a lot.

In the past, I've always asked for experienced subs; I didn't want to take the time to break them in or deal with them misbehaving. With Ana...I want her green. I want to open a whole new world for her; I want to teach her how good it can be and watch her fall apart in front of me.

That Kavanagh fucker can just fuck off. Anastasia is mine.

*Ana's POV*

Ethan left for home about an hour ago and I've spent the last hour cleaning up the mess. I love Ethan and all, but he's a complete pig. I now understand why he pays someone to come in and clean his apartment twice a week.

I just finish vacuuming the area rug when my phone goes off.

*Good morning, Anastasia.*

It's Christian. My heart jumps in my chest and I'm mad at myself for it. He hasn't sent me a text since he left on Tuesday night and a part of me is annoyed. I kept randomly checking my phone every hour, looking for texts, and got nothing; I was starting to think I did something wrong. I know Ethan showing up wasn't the best thing, but I couldn't just ignore one of my best friends. He was cold, wet, and upset. I can't turn him away for some guy I've met twice.

*Christian.* I keep it short, hoping he can sense my annoyance with him.

*Up for dinner tonight? Say...6ish?*

I scowl at the phone. *Not sure. I have to check my schedule, Christian.*

*Text me soon?*

*I have things to do. I can't just stop everything I'm doing just because you've decided to text me.*

*Can I call you?*

I stare at my phone. Part of me wants to say no, but before I can even reply, my phone starts to go off. I stab the answer button and put it to my ear.

"Why even ask if you're just going to do it anyway?"

"Did I do something to upset you?"

I let out a laugh. "Nope. I'm fine."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Miss Steele."

"Me? Sarcastic? Never."

I hear him sigh. "You are so infuriating, Anastasia."

"You ignore me all week and then expect me to stop what I'm doing just because you are ready to see me again...and I'm infuriating?"

He gives a sardonic laugh. "I didn't expect you to notice since you've been shacking up with that Bieber wannabe."

My mouth drops open in shock. "Bie-Bieber wannabe?" I can't help, but laugh at the comment. "He's just a friend, Christian."

"If you say so."

I shake my head, grinning at the situation. "Is this what this is all about? Yes, Christian. I say so. Just a friend."

"If he's just a friend, then see me tonight."

My frustration with him turns into a nervous excitement.

"Don't make me come over there and beg at your feet. These tailored pants don't give enough for that."

I giggle. "Okay, okay. Spare your pants. I'll go."

"Great. My pants thank you, Miss Steele. I'll pick you up at 6:30?"

"Ish." I answer, grinning. "See you then."

I hit the end button and bounce a few times in excitement. Shit. I forgot to ask him what I should wear...I run to my closet.

After spending a half an hour on Skype with Kate while I'm in my closet, we decide on white skinny jeans and a navy sleeveless blouse with a bow. We decide on gold bangel bracelets and flat gold sandals to match.

I spend the next two hours cleaning my apartment from top to bottom before jumping in the shower to get ready for the evening.

I dry my hair, throwing it up in a high bun, before doing my makeup. I keep my makeup light and grab my white lace underwear set. I hate wearing thongs, but with these pants, I have no choice. I scrunch my nose as I look down at them. Why even wear any? I snort at the thought. I would never be comfortable being bare. It's definitely better than nothing.

Once I'm dressed completely, I check myself over again, making sure I look presentable. I turn and look at my backside, making sure I don't have pantie-line and hear my doorbell ring. My heart jumps again. I take a deep, steadying breath and make my way toward the door, grabbing my gold clutch on the way out.

I pull the door open and my breath leaves me. I don't know if I'll ever get use to just how beautiful this man is. He's giving me a pantie-dropper smile and I almost liquify into a puddle at his feet. Why does this man want anything to do with little ole me? My eyes run down his body and he looks delicious. Wearing dark wash jeans, a navy button down, and navy jacket...he's absolutely edible. It looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days and I find myself wanting to run my fingers over his strong jawline just to know what it feels like. My eyes finally meet his again and his iron gray eyes are regarding me with intensity.

My lip finds its way between my teeth, a habit I've always had when I'm anxious, and I have to look away. I concentrate on his expensive brown leather shoes. They probably cost more than my whole outfit.

"Good evening, Anastasia."

I've been so enamored with his beauty, I had forgotten to greet him. My eyes meet his again and I give him a smile.

"Hello, Christian."

"You look beautiful." He states, handing me a single red rose I hadn't even noticed until now.

"Such a charmer, Mr. Grey."

He smiles. "Am I?" He looks pleased with himself and it annoys me enough to be able to take a step back and think clearly.

*Christian's POV*

Why does she have to bite that damn lip of hers? As soon as she bows her head I have to look away. I'm disappointed with myself for being aroused by the action.

I'm relieved to know that I'm doing this whole dating thing right when she compliments me, but as she steps away from me I realize that it might have been subtle sarcasm.

"I'm just going to put this with the others." She states and I step into her tiny apartment, closing the door behind me. I look around, happy to see no traces of that bastard anywhere.

"Are you ready?" She asks, making her way back over to me.

I grin. "After you, Miss Steele."

"Thank you, Mr. Grey."

We step into the hall and she stops and locks the deadbolt before we head out. When she turns back around, I offer her my hand. I want to touch her.

I'm rewarded with a shy smile and a pink tinge to her cheeks before she slips her small, soft hand into mine. Goosebumps form over my arm as our fingers lace and I thank fuck that I am wearing a sports jacket. I begin to move and notice she isn't moving with me.

I dip my head down to find her eyes and her eyes lift and meet mine. "Everything okay?"

She giggles and shakes her head. "Yes...yes, of course. Let's go."

As we make our way into the elevator and the doors close, the hair on the back of my neck raises. There's a charge in the air and I feel drawn to Anastasia. I look down at her and see her looking up at me with that lip between her teeth. I want to throw her against the wall and attack her, but I have to remind myself to remain a gentleman. She's not my property to do with as I please. I don't want to scare her.

We aren't in the elevator long and I escort her out into the parking lot, opening her door for her.

"This is your car?"

"No. I just chose a car at random. Lucky it was unlocked, really." I decide to use her sarcasm against her.

"You have great taste. I'd lift it, too." She states, without missing a beat, before slipping into the car.

I shut the door for her and shake my head on the way to the driver's side. I'll never win this game.

"So, where are we going?"

"SP's Place. Have you heard of it?"

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't."

"It's a local favorite on the Marina. Beautiful view of the boats and water."

She smiles. "Sounds great."

I notice that her palm is resting on her thigh and I can't help, but reach over and place mine on top of hers. Her fingers spread and she laces her fingers with mine. It's a simple gesture, but I still feel the sparks shooting up my arm from the contact. I want to study her face to see if she's as affected by me as I am her, but being behind the wheel ruins any plans of that.

I slide into the parking spot with ease and have to release her hand to park the car.

"Stay." I tell her before climbing out and hurrying over to open her door.

I offer my hand and she climbs out of the car. "How do you manage to be so demanding and so chivalrous at the same time?"

I offer a pantie-dropper smile. "It's an art."

"An art you have perfected, Mr. Grey."

I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she giggles.

"I love that sound."

She becomes shy and looks down at the ground with her lip between her teeth. Is it too early to kiss her?

I decide to give her an easy out and release her hand to wrap an arm around her back. "Come on, Miss Steele. Let's eat."

We're seated by the window, looking out on the Sound, and almost immediately we are greeted by our waitress.

"Hello, my name is..." I look up at the redhead and her sentence trails off. I raise my eyebrows expectantly and she remembers herself and clears her throat. "I'm Sandra and I'll be your waitress." She smiles at me and cocks her head to the side. "What can I get you to drink, sir?"

I look across the table at Anastasia. "Do you like beer?"

She nods and I smile. "We'll have two Adnams Explorers." I tell Sandra, my eyes meeting her green ones. She batts her eyes at me and I feel a hand suddenly gripping mine on the table. I look down at our connected hands and then to Anastasia, who is shooting daggers at our waitress.

"We'd like our drinks, please." Anastasia states, annoyed. The waitress disappears and Anastasia huffs. "Honestly...how rude can you be?"

I laugh and turn my hand over so that our palms are touching and lace my fingers with hers. "What is this?" I ask, giving her hand a squeeze. "Claiming me already, Miss Steele?"

"You're one to talk! You've had an iron grip on my hand all night. That little wench needs to learn some manners... I am sitting right here for goodness sake!"

I smirk at Anastasia's frustrated state. "No need to feel threatened, Miss Steele. She's not my type."

"And what is your type?"

I shrug. "I have a thing for brunettes who can't stay conscious. They're a real catch."

She lowers her head and blushes. "I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"Probably not...but it better never happen again."

She shakes her head and her big blue eyes meet mine. "It won't. I start work on Monday, so everything will be fine."

I squeeze her hand again. "That's good to hear, Anastasia."

Sandra brings our beers, but I keep my eyes on Anastasia, purposely ignoring our waitress. Anastasia thanks her and she walks off.

"So what are you having?" Anastasia asks, releasing my hand so she can look at her menu.

"The seafood chowder. It's the best around."

I watch her shut her menu. "I trust your judgement. I'll have the same."

I grin. "You trust my judgement, huh?"

She giggles. "You don't seem the type to mess about when it comes to food."

"Life is too short to deal with bad food, cheap drinks, and fake people Miss Steele." I wink, repeating what my father's always said.

She cocks her eyebrow at me. "I think I read that on a t-shirt once."

I laugh. "I wouldn't be surprised. It came from my father. He probably has said shirt."

*Ana's POV*

Dinner went really well. Christian convinced me to share dessert and I'm full to the brim.

"I am so full." I mention, sitting back in my chair.

He chuckles. "Then how about we walk some of this food off, Anastasia?"

I nod. That's actually a great idea. "That sounds great."

He pulls out his wallet and produces a black credit card, handing it to our waitress without even looking over the check.

When she brings it back, she smiles and batts her eyes at him. "Thank you, Mr. Grey. Have a wonderful evening."

Hussy.

I roll my eyes while he signs the check.

"Thank you, Sandra." He states, handing it back to her. "You ready, baby?"

My whole body startles at the name he calls me. Oh, I like that. I smile and nod.

"I'm ready."

He smiles and winks at me as he stands and takes my hand. I can feel my cheeks burning. Will I ever get use to this? He's such a flirt.

We make our way out the back of the restaurant and onto the boardwalk. There's a chill in the air and I shiver, goosebumps forming. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...I really should have thought about grabbing a jacket.

"Here." Christian releases my hand and shrugs off his sports jacket.

What? "No...no, Christian. I'm okay...really."

"Hush." He slips the jacket over my shoulders and immediately feel the warmth from the jacket that his body heat has created. I can't help a sigh and grip the jacket, holding it closed against my chest.

"There isn't anything wrong with letting someone take care of you, Miss Steele."

I find myself blushing for what seems like the twentieth time tonight. How does he know? I've always been independent; I don't like having to depend on anyone. The last person I depended on chose her boyfriend over her own daughter. If a girl can't depend on her own mother, who can she depend on?

"What if you get cold, Christian?"

He smirks. "Well, then I'll just have to depend on you to keep me warm." His arms wrap around me from behind and he nuzzles his nose against my ear. "Mmm, warmth."

Suddenly, I'm finding it hard to walk. I falter in my steps and hear him chuckle in my ear.

"Is there a problem?"

I clear my throat and dig deep to find my bearings, praying that I get my crap together. "Nope."

He releases me and appears back at my side, while I slip my arms into the sleeves of his jacket.

"Come on, I want to show you something." He takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine. He is so affectionate.

*Christian's POV*

We walk for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable quiet of just being close to one another, when we come across an outside bar with what looks like a few rowdy college girls sitting at a table, drunk. My eyes sweep over the table and my whole body goes rigid when I see a brunette with blue eyes sipping her drink. Malibu and pineapple, I'm sure. Her drink of choice.

I look away quickly, hoping she doesn't notice me, and if she does, hoping she ignores me. I release Ana's hand and throw my arm over her shoulders, hoping to keep her from running if Susannah decides to make a scene.

Unfortunately, I'm not lucky enough to be ignored.

"Sir?"

"Shit." I whisper under my breath.

I watch her stand and make her way over, eyeing Anastasia as she does.

"Hello, Susannah."

"Hello, si-Mr. Grey. It's good to see you."

I give her a nod. I really can't say the same.

"This is Anastasia...my date." I tell her, seeing that she can't keep her eyes off Anastasia.

Her eyebrows knit together, I'm sure she's shocked and maybe a bit put-off, but she recovers quickly and offers her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Susannah. Mr. Grey's...um...ex."

Anastasia looks a bit baffled. "Oh, likewise, Susannah."

The girls from the patio bar are yelling for her and she looks back, smiling at them. "I better go, have a great night, sir. Call me if you need me." She winks and turns away from us and I continue to walk...maybe a bit quicker, to get away from her.

Anastasia giggles. "Call me if you need me...pathetic." She murmurs, shaking her head.

"I most certainly will not be calling her." I answer.

"Mr. Grey? Sir? How very formal of her."

I roll my eyes. "She was drunk, Anastasia."

"I guess." She sighs. "You definitely have a type, don't you, sir? Did she fall at your feet, too?"

"Don't call me that." I've worked so hard to move past that part of my life and I don't want to backtrack. She has no idea just how often Susannah fell at my feet.

"I'm sorry, Christian. I didn't mean to upset you."

I sigh. I hadn't realized just how harshly that comment came out. "It's alright, Anastasia. She's an ex for a reason. I don't want to dwell on this."

We've made it to my gate and I type in the four-digit code to the private marina I share with five other people. The iron gate buzzes and I pull it open, allowing Ana in first. I close it behind us, making sure it locks in place, before continuing along the dock.

"These are so beautiful, Christian. Is one of them yours?"

I grin down at her and take her hand in mine. "Yes, the on there on the end." I point to my sailboat.

"The biggest...of course." Anastasia teases, squeezing my hand.

When we get closer, she sees the name. "The Grace...isn't that your mother's name?"

I nod. "It is."

She turns towards me and grins. "That's so sweet, Christian."

I shrug. "She saved me from a lot of bullshit."

"If you are hoping that by cursing, it takes away the sweetness of the gesture, it isn't working." Anastasia smiles up at me.

"Damn. I was hoping to hold onto my masculinity a little longer."

She giggles. "It isn't emasculating, Christian. Just endearing."

I quirk an eyebrow and wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. "Hmm, so you have a thing for softies?"

She smiles and reaches up to rub her fingers over my stubble. "If that's what you're going for, this is a good start to becoming a teddy bear."

I smirk and press my forehead against hers. "You like the stubble?" She nods against me. "Then I'll keep it."

She smiles up at me and her blue eyes sparkle. Her lip becomes trapped between her perfectly white teeth and my dick awakens. Fuck, I want to bite that lip.

I force myself to take a deep breath through my nose and straighten up. I need to be a gentleman.

I try to take a step back, but Anastasia's hands are on biceps, keeping me in place. Looking down at her, I see her eyes darken. Fuck it.

I pounce on her, my lips finding hers, and feel a sharp breath of air from her nose on my face, as I press her against the wooden pillar. She's startled, but it doesn't take her long to respond. Her lips move with mine and I run the tip of my tongue across the seam of her lips, willing them to open, and groan when she gives me access. She tastes of ice cream and Adnams and I find myself using my body to pin her against the pillar. I keep myself from rolling my hips into her, not wanting to scare her. Her hands leave my biceps and move to my back and I grab her arms quickly, wrapping them around my shoulders, and am relieved when both hands find my hair. An arm goes back around her small waist while the other hand cups the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. Her hips grind against my erection and I pull my lips off of hers. Slow it down, Grey. You're not an animal.

I certainly feel like one though...I'm ravenous for her.

*Ana's POV*

"Would you like to come in for a bit? Maybe watch a movie?" I ask Christian as I slide my key into the lock of my apartment, seeing that it's only just 10:00 pm.

He smiles. "Yea, sure."

I flip the lights on and throw my clutch on the counter. "Would you mind terribly if I went and changed out of these tight pants? I ate way too much tonight."

"Of course not."

I grin back at him, relieved. "The DVD's are below the television. Take your pick."

"Mind if I open some wine?" He asks, eyeing the fridge. "Or did Bieber wannabe drink it all?"

"Hardy-har-har, Mr. Grey. It just so happens that Ethan is more of a beer drinker. Help yourself."

I pull out a gray pair of Nike shorts and a black tank before disappearing into the bathroom. I peel myself out of my pants and shirt and am about to pull off the uncomfortable thong, but for one...I don't have others to replace it and I don't feel comfortable going without anything, especially in such tiny shorts, and two...there is a part of me that is hoping that Christian will get to see them. Just the thought makes me blush profusely.

Crap. Get yourself together, Steele! I fan myself with a magazine, trying to calm my flush. Stop being awkward!

Once I feel like my cheeks have cooled enough and I spray on some of my Victoria Secret perfume, I make my way back into the room barefoot. I see Christian bent down in front of the TV, looking through movies while the wine and two glasses sit on the coffee table. He hears my footsteps and stops what he's doing to look up at me. His whole body stills and his jaw drops a little, making me smirk.

"Nice legs."

I giggle and continue to the couch, pouring both of us wine. he's crouched over with his ass in the air and I can't stop myself.

"Nice backside."

I hear him chuckle and he shakes it a little. "I know."

"And a cocky backside at that." I add, rolling my eyes. I take a sip of my wine and try to be patient, but he's taking his damn time. "Just pick one, Grey!"

He sighs dramatically and pulls out a DVD. Friends With Benefits. Is that suppose to be a hint?

"JT's backside!" I rub my hands together. "Great pick."

He rolls his eyes. "Mine is better."

I giggle. "I'm sure." I stand to help, but he shoo's me away.

"You know Mila Kunis shows her ass in this, too."

I shake my head. "It's a butt-double."

"Way to ruin the whole fucking movie, Anastasia."

"How do you know mine isn't better?"

He turns and grins at me. "Slip out of those tiny shorts and I'll let you know."

I burn crimson and take a deep swig of my wine, trying to hide my blush. I can't even respond to that.

I hear him snickering while he busies himself with turning the DVD on.

"Get the lights." He states, looking over his shoulder.

I give him an incredulous look.

"...Please." He adds and I nod.

"That's better." One day he might learn some manners.

I hop up to hit the lights and pull the throw off the end of my bed to cover my cold legs with. I settle myself back down in the crook of the couch, facing the TV and cover myself up with my fuzzy throw. I watch as Christian slips his shoes off and then plops down right beside me. How am I suppose to concentrate on the movie now? I breathe in his smell...a bergamot, amberwood, clean type of smell that makes my whole body hum. I've never had such a reaction from a smell before...but then again, I've never smelled anything like Christian before. I wonder if he tastes just as good...

My eyes wander to the skin on the side of his neck before I realize where my thoughts have landed. What the hell is happening to me? Concentrate on the movie, Steele. Look away from the man. He isn't a popsicle.

"Don't be a blanket hog." Suddenly, I realize his iron gray eyes are looking directly into mine, pulling my out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" Smooth.

He grins and pulls on the blanket.

"Oh! I'm sorry, here." I move the blanket so he a sufficient amount of throw.

"You okay?" He looks worried.

"Mmhmm." Just thinking about making you into a human popsicle is all...

*Christian's POV*

As we watch the movie, I can feel the anxiety pouring out of her. I'm not sure what has caused it, if I had said something or done something unknowingly, but it's making me uneasy. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her chewing her lip and all I want to do is pull her under me and make her feel better. Our night has gone so well and I'd hate for it to end on an uneasy note.

I slide my hand from my leg, across her lap, and rest it on her opposite leg to try and comfort her. I hear a small gasp from her. Her skin is so soft. I run my thumb in circles on the inside of her thigh, comforting her.

"Why so tense?" I ask, looking down at her.

She shrugs. "This is all new to me."

My eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean? Didn't you just do this same thing with Kavanagh?" I can't keep the venom out of my voice.

"It's different." She explains, biting her lip.

I groan. "I want to bite that lip."

Her lip pops free. "No one's stopping you."

Oh, fuck.

I pivot towards her and cup the back of her neck, bringing her face to mine. I let my lips ghost over hers before nipping her bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth so I can suck on it. She whimpers and clings to my biceps. I drag her lip between my teeth and release it, kissing her a few more times. The small gesture has her panting and she opens her eyes, blinking up at me.

"Christian..." Her voice is small and barely audible.

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you."

A slow grin forms on my face. "All you had to do is say so."

I lean up on my knee and grab her calves, yanking her down the futon so that she's laying on it. She lets out a squeal as I do so.

"Oh, my." Her comment makes me smile and I maneuver myself so that I'm resting on top of her.

"Indeed, Miss Steele." I capture her lips again and this time, she's eager to reciprocate.

I use an elbow to hold most of my weight off of her while the other hand wanders around her body, finding its way under the hem of her shirt and to her ribs. I feel her hands slide from their place in my hair, down my shoulders and when they don't stop, I pull away from her mouth quickly, making her freeze.

She's dragging in deep, lungfuls of air through her red, swollen lips and I'm finding them irresistible. I kiss her quickly on the lips.

"Only touch me above my shoulders. I'll explain after." I say against her lips before I attack her again.

Suddenly, she's resisting and I pull back enough to look at her. "What is it?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

I groan and kiss her chin and leave a trail down to her neck where I nibble on her pulse point. "Can't it wait til after?"

"By then, it'll be too late."

Okay, now I'm intrigued.

I pull my face out of her neck and look down at her. "What is it, Anastasia?"

She bites that damn bottom lip again and looks away. "I...um...I've never done this."

"Done what?" What in the hell is she talking about?

Her eyes find mine again and her face heats up. "I've never had..."

"Had? Had what?" My heart drops into my stomach. "Had sex?"

She shakes her head.

"You're a virgin?"

She nods and covers her face with both hands.

How the fuck does this happen?

"Baby, look at me." She peeks through her fingers at me. "This is not something you should be embarrassed about."

"I shouldn't?" She's unsure.

"No. It's incredible, Anastasia." I want it.

Her hands fall away from her face. "It is?"

I smile. "Absolutely." I lean down to kiss her. "Are you sure you want me to..." She's giving me her innocence. Do I even deserve it?

She reaches up and slips both hands through my hair. "Absolutely. I want you Christian...please."

I groan and kiss her hard. If she's choosing me, then I'm going to make this as special as I can. "Not here. The bed."

I climb off of her and scoop her up, carrying her to the bed, telling myself to be patient. For the first time in my life I'm going to do something other than a hard fuck. A first for both of us, I suppose.

Once she's laying in the middle of the bed, I take her in. She's so fucking beautiful.

"Birth control?"

Her eyes widen. "Oh, no!"

I smile. "Relax. I keep a spare." I need to thank Elliot for teaching me freshman year to always keep two in my wallet.

I begin to unbutton my shirt. "Remember, shoulders and above." I really don't want to restrain her.

She nods. "I remember." Her eyes follow my fingers as they work their way down my shirt and I see her shimmy her hips a bit. Someone's impatient.

Once my shirt is on the floor, I climb up the bed and hover over her, kissing her deeply. "Ready?"

She nods. "Please."

"Sit up."

She follows my directions and I quickly find the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head, revealing her lacy white bra. "Beautiful, Anastasia."

I see her cheeks tinge as her head finds her pillow again. Before, I found her blushing amusing, but now that I know of her innocence, I find it quite enchanting.

I dip my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pull them down her legs, revealing a matching white lace thong.

"Fucking phenomenal." I murmur, throwing her shorts behind me. I can't help myself; I lean down and nuzzle the small swatch of lace at the apex of her thighs, breathing deeply. I feel her thighs tremble on each side of my face and I press my lips to the white lace. Mine. The thought of me being the only fucker to do this, to be this close and to enjoy her like this, is probably the most satisfied I have ever felt. She is mine. This is mine.

I hear her sigh and I continue to kiss my way up her body. When I reach her chest, I slide an arm under her and unsnap her bra, pulling it off of her. It lands somewhere behind us and I take in her naked form. Her arms go up to hide herself, but I grab them, pinning them to her sides.

"Never hide from me, Anastasia." She takes a deep breath to calm herself and nods, so I release her arms. "Beautiful."

I lean down and kiss her nipple before taking it into my mouth.

"Oh, Christian..." She moans and I look up just in time to see her head falling back.

My hand finds the opposite breast and she grinds against me. She's gripping the duvet and mewling and I begin to wonder if I can get her off like this. I switch breasts and watch her as her head rolls back and forth. I can see she's fighting it, unfamiliar with the sensation.

I release her nipple. "It's okay, Ana. Let it happen." I latch onto her again and soon, she's writhing below me, moaning my name. Her hips come off the bed and I slow my suction, working her down from her high.

I lift up on my elbows and watch her as she lies there, panting with her eyes closed.

"Alive?" I ask, a smug grin on my face.

"Mmhmm." She states, grinning.

"Have you had enough?" I ask, teasing.

Her eyes fly open. "No!"

I chuckle and bend down to kiss her. "Good." I love how responsive she is.

I sit up on my knees to rid her of her sweet little thong and be sure to throw them on top of my shirt. "Those are mine now."

She cocks an eyebrow. "Make a habit of stealing all your girl's underwear?"

I grin. "No. Just yours."

Her look of annoyance turns into a relieved smile. "That's okay, then."

I spread her legs and settle myself down between her legs, taking in her core. "So wet, baby. You're incredible." I kiss her core and she gasps.

"Christian! I-Oohh." My tongue comes out to circle around her clit, effectively shutting my mouthy girl up.

"That feel good, baby?" I ask, looking up at her.

"Don't stop!" She yells, scowling down at me.

I laugh and bury my face back between her thighs. Her innocence tastes incredible. So sweet...like milk and honey. I work her up until she's about to explode, but stop. I want to feel her come around me.

She lets out a frustrated sigh, but I ignore it. It'll be worth it, baby. I climb out of bed and rid myself of my jeans and boxer-briefs, throwing a condom on the bed beside her. She watches with wide eyes and, as I climb back up the bed, she actually looks scared.

"What is it, Anastasia?"

"Um...is that going to...you know...fit?" She's truly terrified.

I smile. "You stretch." I grab the condom and tear it open, sliding it onto myself.

I drop back down on top of her, kissing her lips. "You are very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can't wait to be inside you. Are you ready?"

Her eyebrows knit together and she chews her lip. "Will it hurt?"

"Probably. Just for a bit. I'll go slow."

She nods. "Okay."

"Spread your legs, baby. Bend your knees and bring them up...good girl." I kiss her once more and reach down between us, grabbing my dick. I use my hand to guide me and press myself into her until my head is in. Her forehead wrinkles, but she keeps eye contact.

"I'm going to do it quickly."

She nods.

My hips go back a little and I thrust forward, and then thrust once more before I'm situated 3/4 of the way into her.

She whimpers and my chest clenches, seeing the look on her face. I kiss her nose, trying to ease it. "I won't move until you're ready."

"Just...just a minute." She's breathless. "It burns."

I kiss her mouth. "Take your time. We've got all night."

Soon, I feel her body relax under mine and her eyes find mine. "Okay."

"Ready for the rest?"

"There's more?!"

I bite back a laugh. "Just a little." I draw my hips back and thrust forward again, seating myself completely inside of her. Fuck, she's tight.

She moans and grips my shoulders.

"That's what I like to hear." I press my lips to hers and pull back, thrusting again.

"More." She grips the back of my neck and her legs wrap around my waist, no longer shy.

It isn't long before I feel her heartbeat around my dick and I know she's close. "That's it, baby."

With one last thrust, she explodes and I'm right behind her.

After we both come down from our high and we're panting, I lean in and kiss her. "Mine."

I climb off of her and slide the condom off my dick, tying the end. I leave the bed to find the waste can and when I come back, I see that Anastasia has crawled under the covers, hugging her pillow. I have a seat on the edge of the bed and brush her cheekbone with the back of my finger.

"How do you feel?"

She smiles and stretches. "Incredible."

My smile matches hers. "Why did you wait so long?"

"I've never found that spark before."

"But you felt a spark with me?"

She gives me a shy smile. "Yes."

I know I've got a smug-ass grin on my face, but I don't try to hide it.

She pulls the blanket back to let me in and I catch a spot of blood before I hear her gasp and she covers it again.

I grin. "Maybe we should frame it..." I'd love to have that as proof.

She reddens and decides to ignore me. "Aren't you going to lay down?"

My eyebrows knit together. "I don't sleep with anyone, Anastasia."

Her smile fades. "You aren't staying?"

"I can stay until you fall asleep if you'd like." I try to caress her cheek again, but she batts my hand away.

"So you've gotten what you want and now you're leaving." She's hurt.

I shake my head. "It isn't like that, Anastasia...I've got...issues. I can't stay." She just doesn't understand.

"Issues? What issues, Christian?" Her voice is soft and full of concern. The look of pity on her face pisses me off and I have to look away. I pull at my hair. Fuck! I don't want her to look at me differently. I don't need her pity.

"I don't want to talk about it." I snap at her, meeting her sapphire blues, and watch as her previous hurt returns. Damn it! I didn't mean to be so harsh.

"Alright." She answers, calm and controlled. Emotionless. I watch her climb out of bed, and grab the pink robe on the back of the bathroom door. She slips it on and ties it tightly before turning back to me. She strolls past me and continues through the room and to the door. When her hand hits the doorknob, my eyes widen. The door opens and she stands behind it, looking at me expectantly. She's kicking me out? What. The. Fuck.

Remembering that I am naked, I begin to pick up my clothes, throwing them on as I go. When I pick up my shirt, her white thong falls out and I almost leave it, but I pick it up and shove it in my pocket. I don't ever want to forget it.

"Ana please." I hate to leave like this. She's just given me something so sacred of hers and I'm coming off like an asshole. I don't mean to be.

"What's wrong, Christian? You wanted to leave...so go ahead. Leave. " Her tone is cold and clipped. I search her eyes and there is no warmth left in them. All I want to do is pick her up and take her to bed, but I know I can't.

"I'm sorry, Ana. I'll call you in the morning." I lean in to kiss her and she lets me, but she doesn't reciprocate.

"Don't bother, Christian." She states, before slamming the door in my face.

For a second time, I am left standing, staring at her door. Last time it was all that Bieber fucker's fault, this time I can't blame anyone but myself and my fucked up issues.

My forehead hits the door and I close my eyes. Please don't hate me, Anastasia.