A/N: I have been asked a few times to do a DD/LG fic. This won't have a real story line. just snippets of Christian/Ana during their DD/LG life. I know some of you will be freaked out about this premise and others will be annoyed that I don't update constantly, but it is what it is. I'll update when I want and I will NOT be offering teasers for this one since there is no storyline. :) hope the ones that are open-minded enough like this. I want to do it justice. A loving Dom and an anxious but snuggly Ana. it will be OOC obviously.

"Daddy!" There was a squeal as Christian opened the door to his home and a small brunette in a purple sundress came rushing in to greet him. "You're home!"

Knowing she wasn't going to stop, he placed his briefcase down quickly and caught his little thing with a chuckle. "Hello, sweet girl. You've missed me?"

"So much!" She gave him a smile and leaned in to kiss his lips before giving a bit of a pout. "You're late, Sir."

He groaned. "I know. My last meeting went longer than it should have. Did Taylor text you like I asked?"

She nodded. "Yes, he did."

He hated that he couldn't text her himself, but he didn't want her worrying about his safety or thinking that he forgot about her. She had a sensitive soul.

His stomach growled and her eyebrow quirked. "Daddy, did you eat lunch?"

Shit. "No, Little. I didn't."

"Sir!"

"I know, I know." His number one rule with her was to not skip meals and there he was breaking his own. "It was either skip lunch or come home later."

"I'm so glad you wanted to be home, but you need your nutrition, Sir. Especially dealing with a bratty little like me." Her fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, worried about her dominant.

"I know, my baby. It won't happen again. I promise."

After searching his eyes for a few beats and seeing that he meant it, she gave a nod. "Okay. I made food. It's lasagna so we'll have enough for you to take to work tomorrow. You have a microwave in your office still, right?"

He couldn't help his grin as he carried her to the kitchen so she could plate their food. She was trying to take care of him and he always found it adorable. "Yes, my baby. I have a microwave and I'll use it. I'll send you a picture even."

Setting her down, he patted her backside so she'd get their dinner plated. "Dining room or patio tonight?" The sun had been out a little and had warmed the weather enough for them to sit and enjoy without the risk of her getting too chilled.

She gasped and bounced on her feet. "Oh, Daddy, the patio! Yes, let's!" The patio was her favorite spot, but her dominant didn't allow them to sit out there often that late in the day. The house shadowed the patio toward the afternoon and he said it was too chilly in the evening... but she loved watching the water of the Puget Sound at the bottom of their property.

He chuckled at her reaction, happy he could make his barefoot beauty so happy. She was such a ray of sunshine in his life and he would do everything in his power to keep her that way. He'd do anything for the sweet little thing in his kitchen. Hell, he had. Someone was stupid enough to threaten his sunshine...but he took care of it. He always would.

"Sir? Will you pick the wine for tonight?" Ana gave him a bashful smile as she tossed the salad.

"Wine kind of night, Little?"

She bit her lip and he let out a growl low in his chest, making her instantly release it. She knew what that did to him and he was too damn hungry to do anything about it before dinner.

"I just thought it would be nice to sit and enjoy some on the patio... I mean... if that's okay. If not-"

He took four long strides over to her and held her chin in between his fingers, causing her to stop abruptly. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her soft heart-shaped mouth. "Wine sounds perfect." He just wanted to make sure she didn't have a terrible day. She was usually pretty open about her emotions, but it never hurt to check.

The nervousness in her face instantly relaxed as she smiled up at her tall alpha. At 6'3, he was over a full foot taller than her 5'2 frame and she was forced to crane her head back a bit whenever he stood too close. Not that she minded. She loved every inch of his sexy, dominant self. Every inch. Her eyes wandered down his body when he stepped away and landed on the zipper of his trousers. She licked her lips at the thought of what was nestled right inside of them.

"Get nice and wet for me, princess. I'll have my dessert on the glass patio table and clean you up."

Her cheeks heated when she heard his words. He caught her staring... he read her thoughts. She was never good about hiding her thoughts from him. With just one look, he always seemed to know what she was thinking.

Biting her lip, she turned quickly to cut and plate the lasagna and salad so they could make their way out to the back. She gasped and startled when she felt him against her suddenly, his fingers sliding in between her legs to rub his fingers over her panties.

He groaned into her ear. "Panties are wet. Dessert is going to be delicious." He used his index finger to rub her clit.

"Ohhhh, sir..." She gasped out, stretching her body so her shoulderblades were against his hard chest and her groin pressed into his finger. His finger fell away and she stood up straight, pouting over the loss.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Greedy little thing."

They dug into their food at the patio table and Ana couldn't keep the smile off her face while she watched the boats along the water.

"I love it here."

"I know, princess. That's why I bought it for you."

She smiled bashfully down at her plate. "You spoil me, Sir."

"Yes."

"Why?" She still couldn't wrap her heard around it. She had told him over and over that she didn't want him spending so much money on her, but it always ended up with her being punished and him gifting her with whatever he felt the urge to.

"You deserve it."

She looked up at him, still feeling unsure. She was just plain anxious Ana with a sensitive heart. She struggled with her thoughts and emotions more than she'd like to admit, but being with him had helped her so much. She was thankful to have met him and for him to notice. She had worked with Andrea at Grey House a total of one week before he brought her into his office and talked with her. She had thought he would fire her because she had felt so out of control earlier that day, she was having trouble functioning... but instead, he offered her this. And it was wonderful.

Even when they were out and a 'regular' couple, her just knowing she was his was enough to keep her anxiety at bay.

He sighed and placed his fork down before wiping his mouth on his cloth napkin. "My baby... is it a blue kind of night?"

Chewing her lip, she nodded. They had a system of colors so that she could express herself freely without the words getting jumbled or her getting too embarrassed. Red and yellow were for the bedroom of course, but there were others. Blue meant that she needed reassurance. That she was feeling low about herself and she just needed a little extra love and kindness from him.

"It's because I love you, Anastasia... because you light up every day of my life... and because I work so hard for my money and I deserve to spend it how I want. I want to spend it on you... It gives me a natural high knowing that I can buy you anything your heart desires, little girl. I take such satisfaction in that."

"I only desire you, Sir."

"It's all part of me, princess." Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear. "Everything I have is yours. Let me buy you things. Let me spoil you. Know that I get excited each time I buy you something... that I'm full of pride every time I get to tell anyone what I've done."

She relaxed instantly in her chair. Tears formed in her eyes at his admission. Jumping up, she quickly deposited herself into his lap and hugged him tightly around his neck. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much. I never knew! I promise I'll never question it again."

He rubbed her back and let her squeeze him a little longer before patting her thigh. "Thank you, Little. Now finish your dinner. I won't wait much longer for dessert."

Once she was settled back in her seat and he took a couple sips of wine, he asked her how her day was.

She sighed. "Long. I'm in the middle of writing a twenty-page paper on Misogyny in Organized Religion."

When Christian cocked an eyebrow, she laughed. "There is actually so much I want to say, but getting it all organized and put eloquently is harder than I imagined. I want to rant and rave, but it isn't a debate team."

"You'll let me know when it becomes too much?" He didn't want her stressing too much when he could help her organize her thoughts pretty easily.

"Yes, Daddy. I promise. I think I'm getting the hang of it. That study skills class you encouraged me to take is actually such a wonderful tool. I have all the main topics I want to talk about on note cards and starting to put them in order and make bullet points on each one."

He smiled at her, relieved. "That's great."

"Now tell me about your day."

"You sure you want to listen to your Alpha grumbling about all the incompetent assholes he wished he could fire?"

She giggled. "Always!"

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Just kind of easing everyone into it. If there is any scenes/ideas that you would like to see for this fanfic, please let me know! Ideas are always welcome! Especially if you're aware/comfortable with this more than I am! I'll take whatever help I can get.