I am so happy that some of you like my story! I've been on fanfic for about 2 years now and I've read multiple stories on here, but I never really had the guts to create my own. I know that I might not be the best writer, but I've had many ideas for stories and I decided to just go for it.

Anyways, I don't know how many different POVs I'm going to do, but I think for the most part I'm going to stick with Christian for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fifty Shades characters.

Christian POV

Movement wakes me the next morning when I feel something underneath my chin. Slowly opening my eyes I look down and notice that in our sleep, Ana and I have shifted closer together. We are both turned towards each other, her head resting on my bicep, while mine is resting on hers.

I have my other arm wrapped around our waste, while one of hers does the same. What causes my eyes to widen is where her other hand is placed. Being that we are so close together, she didn't have much of an option. Her palm is flat against my chest, feeling my soul.

I wait for the burning to come, for the darkness to drag me back into the pain, but it doesn't. Even though I just want to continue to lay here like this and pretend that everything is perfect in the world, I know that we need to talk. Nuzzling her hair with my nose, I inhale the scent that is completely Ana.

Stroking my hands up and down her back, I attempt to wake her up calming, not wanting to freak her out. Anything I do wrong here could be the end of it all.

Groaning she buries her head deeper into the crook of my neck as she begins to wake up.

I chuckle, "Ana, baby, we need to talk."

Squinting her eyes, she turns her had to look up at mine. Her beautiful blue eyes look up at me, warming my non-existent heart.

"Do we have to move?" she replies softly.

I smile down at her before shaking my head. "No, baby, we can stay right here. We need to talk though."

She stretches before relaxing back against me, placing her palm flat against my chest. Gasping she tears her hand away as she realizes where it was placed.

"It doesn't hurt." I murmur at her, grabbing her hand and placing it back on my chest.

"I want to try again with you Ana. I want to date you, woo you." She gazes at me doubtfully.

Her voice is full of sorrow when she speaks. "But you need that Christian, and I can't give that to you."

"I need you more."

Grabbing her face, I kiss her slowly, trying to show her how much I need her, how much I love her. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling my face closer to hers. As much as I want to take this further, I resist and pull back. There are still a few things we need to talk about.

Slightly out of breath, Ana asks the question I've been dreading. "What made you like this Christian? Why did you allow yourself to think the only way to feel anything was through this lifestyle."

Burying my head in her neck, I let her nails stroke though my hair before answering me. "I already told you that I had a rough time growing up. My birth mother's pimp would hurt me, burn me with cigarettes. I was so out of control as a teen. God, Ana, it was so bad," I turn to look at her. "I would get into fights all the time, got expelled from 3 different schools, I would sneak into my parent's alcohol stash, and drink the pain away."

Turning to look at her, I stare into her beautiful eyes. "Elena offered an outlet for me," Her eyes flash with anger at the mention of Elena."She gave me a way to feel in control of everything. I thought everything in my life was how it was always going to be. Until I met you."

"You tripped through my door," her cheeks turn pink causing me to smile and cup it in my hand. "And my life flipped around."

Tears fill her eyes. "I know I'm not always going to get it right, and I guarantee that I will fuck up a lot. But I want to be with you, to make you happy. I love you, Anastasia."

"I love you too, Christian."

Leaning down to kiss her, her lips meet me have way. Slowly, my tongue enters her mouth, trying to memorize everything about her.

"Let me make love to you."

Nodding eagerly, I roll us over, pressing her gently into the mattress. One of my hands rests next to her head as the other strokes one of her legs that are wrapped around me. Her hands reach down to tug my shirt off, causing the connection of our mouths to break momentarily.

Releasing her mouth, I tug her shirt over her head before kissing her neck. Slowly, my lips trail down between her still covered breasts till they meet just above her shorts. I drag them down her long legs along with her panties, leaving her bare in front of me.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I lower my mouth to her beautiful pussy while grabbing her hips to prevent them from moving. My tongue licks up the seem of her before I push it through her folds, causing her to grab my hair. Slowly and deliberately, I make love to her with my mouth, writing my name through her folds. Christian Grey.

Licking up to her clit, I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth, her grip on my hair tightening. She is moaning my name, my cock getting harder every time it leaves her lips. If I'm not careful, her voice will cause me to come before I've been inside her.

A gasp shoots through her as she leans up on her elbows to watch me, biting her lip and staring into my eyes as I continue to eat her out. When she finally comes, it's the most beautiful thing. Her eyes roll back into her head before her arms give out, her back arching pushing her breasts up into the air, the breathless moan of my name leaving her lips.

Leaning up, I slide my boxers off before kissing up her stomach to her neck. Her back arches allowing me to slip my hand under and unclasp her bra before removing it and taking a nipple in my mouth. Groaning, she tugs my head up to hers before kissing my neck as I line my cock up to be pussy.

Her eyes flutter close as I slowly slide into her, savoring the way her wet walls grip around me. I slowly pull out till just my tip is inside her before deeply slamming back up into her. Repeating this motion, I never change my pace, wanting her to feel everything I do to her and prolong her pleasure.

"Christian." Her moan bounces through the room as her nails scratch down my back where no one has ever touched before.

Just as I feel I can't hold on anymore, she comes with a scream. Her chest presses into mine, allowing me to feel her breasts pushed against my chest before I come deep inside her, wanting to fill her with my cum. Rolling us over, I set her leg on top of mine, pulling her to me before we both fall asleep.

The smell of bacon and pancakes fill the air, my stomach growling in protest. Turning I notice Ana isn't in bed with me, but based on the footsteps sounding in the kitchen, I know she didn't go far. Walking out of her room, I see Ana standing in my shirt while sipping a cup of tea in front of a window overlooking Seattle.

That's one of the very few things I like about this place, it has an amazing view of Seattle. You can even see Escala and GEH from here. Walking up to her, she sighs as I wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck.

"I made breakfast."

"That sounds great, baby." I smile into her neck before turning her to face towards me.

Grabbing her mug, I place it down on the window sill before kissing her. My hands move up to her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze. The giggle that leaves her makes my dark heart beat wildly in my chest.

I want to always be the one to make her giggle like that. She leads me to the kitchen before we sit down and eat. I feel bad but these pancakes are probably better than my mom's.

Thinking about my mother reminds me, "Ana, my parents are hosting their annual Coping Together charity ball next week. Would you like to join me?"

Smiling, she gets up from her seat before sitting in my lap.

"I would love to, Christian."

I'm going to end the chapter here for now, but I'll be back with more sometime this week.

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