"When did you lose your virginity?" Christian asks and I just stare at him trying to figure out how to avoid this topic. I crawl on my hands and knees over to him. When I get to him, I straddled him and his arms wrap around my waist.

"How drunk are you Mr. Grey?"

"Drunk enough to hear this."

"Why do you want to know Christian? You aren't going to like the answers I tell you. It will only make you upset. The point of this game was to get your frown turned upside down." With this is giggle. Really Ana? Frown upside down?

"Ana.." He pulls me tighter to him. He smells like a wonderful mix of Christian and tequila. "I want to know everything about you. The good and bad. This is something I need to know. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." Then he becomes serious for a second.

"I've never told anyone how I lost my virginity. My mom and dad would be devastated."

Why would his parents be upset over who he slept with?

"Please tell me Ana. I need to know." He doesn't need to know, but I have nothing to hide so I'll play along.

"I was 16." He looks at me waiting for me to add more. "It was in a small cabin outside of Nashville." I finish up and I am about to ask him who he slept with but he interrupts me.

"With Ethan?"

"Yes, Christian. My first time was with Ethan." He actually doesn't appear to be as upset as I thought he would.

"Why a cabin?"

"Well he lived in the dorms at school and we couldn't very well do it at my house. So he planned a full weekend away at a near by lake. They had rental cabins." Hopefully this will suffice.

"He planned it? It was special?"

"He planned it." I'm not answering if it was special.

"Did he make you come while having intercourse?"

"You are so crude! I am not giving you details of what we did!" I say in absolute horror. That is crossing the line on so many levels.

"I just need to know. I want to be better than him and I never want to do something he has already done." My poor, sweet, jealous boy. He doesn't want our first time to remind me of my first time. Bless his heart. Time to reassure again.

"Our first time will be amazing no matter what, okay?" He nods his head, but doesn't make eye contact. "It doesn't matter what happened between Ethan and I. I am with you right now." Still no eye contact.

"Tell me about your first time."

"How about I tell you that last?"

"No, how about you share it now." And he does. He doesn't hold back.

"My mom's best friend seduced me at the age of 15. Our affair continued until I went to college. When I moved back home it picked up again and her husband caught us one day." He is looking at me for a response and I will admit this is the first time I am completely speechless. 15. Mom's best friend. Her husband. Those are the keywords I'm hearing on repeat. Instead of waiting for me to respond he continues.

"It was just pure fucking. I never loved her. Hell I've never been in love before. I've never made love. You have obviously. I just know how to fuck. I must say I'm good at it. I've been with several women, I mean several, and wait - I'm surprised you didn't know that about me. I'm one of Seattle's biggest playboys. You didn't know? Oh yeah, I forgot you had no idea who I was when we met. So that's me. Rich, arrogant, sex machine that lost his virginity to a woman who was my mom's best friend." He rambles on. What. The. Fuck. What do I say to this? I only have questions.

"Does your mom know now?" He shakes his head.

"Nope. No one knows besides me, her, her husband, and you." How do I tell him he was molested? That what she did was rape.

"Do you still talk to her?"

"Yes I do. We are business partners." Oh hell no. He still associates himself with her? His rapist?

"Did she initiate sex the first time?"

"Yeah, she controlled the whole thing. I think I was in shock the first time." Is he clueless as to what that means? Holy hell.

"I think the only reason I continued to have sex with her is because it was just fucking. A form of release. No love involved." I make a note to ask him about this when he is sober. I have a child. I can't have my child around a pedophile. I look back up to Christian and he is slowly dozing off. I guess the tequila shots are doing him in.

"Christian?" I nudge him and he tries to focus on me. I can guarantee he is not aware of what he just shared with me. When he spoke of his first time I was not expecting that...

"Let's go to bed." I get up off his lap and hold my hand out to him. He is actually walking pretty great to the bedroom. I follow him in and instruct him to take the pills I hand him. He does and climbs in on Will's side of the bed. I take my medicine and climb in. He plus me to him and I hear him sniff my hair.

"Your hair always smells so good. I could sniff it for days." Then he giggles, which makes me laugh. I turn to face him and I can tell he has sobered up slightly. Still drunk, but his eyes are focusing only on me right now.

"What's your favorite candy?" I giggle. So he wants to resume the question game sans tequila.

"Sour worms or sour patch kids. You?"

"Reese's"

"Ew! I strongly dislike peanut butter." His eyes get big.

"That's not normal Ana. How do you not like it?"

"I don't know. It's gross." He giggles.

"Okay, what's your favorite...animal? Oh that's a good one Grey." I giggle. I don't think he meant to say the last part out loud.

"Hmm...When we go to the zoo, I love to see the tigers and giraffes. What about you Mr. Grey?" He thinks for a minute.

"Possibly the lion. So strong and a leader." That suits him.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" I ask him and his eyes light up.

"Chocolate Therapy...mmm...wait, do you have any?" I laugh at his childlike behavior. He's exactly like a grown up Will.

"No, I have mine and Will's favorite. I don't think that will mix well with tequila though." He nods his head thoughtfully. I try to cover a yawn.

"Roll over. Let me spoon you." I do and he pulls me to him. He places an arm over my stomach and strokes it with his fingers. I can feel his breathing even out on my shoulder and I know he has fallen asleep. I have never felt so content before in my life. I say my prayers and remind myself to talk to Christian in the morning about his pedophile business partner. With the thought of waking up to Christian in the morning, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

AN:

Hey loves! So they got kind of deep and Ana is going to have to speak with him about the Bitch Troll. Also, our jealous Christian might make another appearance soon. It's only Friday night - we have the rest of the weekend for our love birds! I'm going to take a poll: what should the cute couple do on their Saturday out?

Love you all!

xoEw