Hello Earthlings!

I know...I know... I'm surprised myself that I managed to write this chapter today. I just had the day off and decided to just fuck it and spend my free time writing fanfiction, like the weird alien that I am.

Anyways... here's Chapter 10 and I decided to start a "thing" now. The "thing" is... for every chapter I write, I will choose five REVIEWS from the previous chapter and answer any questions or address anyone who I think deserves a spot on the Author's Note.

sam5973- Thanks for the continuing support, I'd have you know, I started to hate my name too after reading several Twilight fanfictions. But hey! At least in this fic, YOU were screwing Christian Grey, all I ever got was glares of disgust by Edward Cullen!

Guest-xyz- You are a genius, thanks for the idea.

Debs2000- Hell yeah! The movie better be as badass as the book! I can't wait to see who will play Ana and Christian!

iamkaren10- I'm glad you enjoy Christian's POV, he's quite a joy to be around, ain't he?

BGHeron- Your generous praise always brings a smile to my face. You always seem to understand my intentions perfectly and I'm happy you're enjoying this story.

ANA'S POV

I woke up surrounded by darkness, in a place that was most definitely not my room. More than a little disoriented with the atmosphere around me, I attempted to move and further inspect my surroundings but there was something restricting my upper body from any motion. With my eyes now a bit accustomed to the dim lighting, the blind spots left my vision and I was able to focus on the heavily inked arm draped over my chest. I had to hold in a gasp as several events from yesterday resurfaced from my memory.

Jack

Everclear

Disgust

Throwing-up

Blood

Crying

Bed

Christian

Oh God! Christian... Christian saved me from Hyde and nursed me when I was drunk and incoherent last night. The same Christian who had glared at me that first day at school, the same Christian that had made me blush nonstop that day in his kitchen, the same Christian who had fed me a granola bar when I nearly fainted from his mere presence, the same Christian that was now shirtless with his arm resting comfortably over my breasts. Remind me again why deciding to skip the bra yesterday had been a reasonable idea?

As if the situation wasn't already painfully humiliating, I felt the two little pebbles in the middle of my breasts rise to attention. Oh my! I looked to my left at Christian, worried my sensitive perky buds had somehow awaken him, I sighed in relief when he looked like he was still dreaming away.

It was clear the boy had been in need of a good night' sleep for a while now. Everytime I saw him, he had this awful dark spots under his eyes. Why didn't he get better rest? I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to take care of him, to make sense of this chaotic life he maintained. I knew it wasn't my place though, I was just some girl he took pity in.

I decided to not linger on this upsetting thoughts for long. Here I was, on a bed... on Christian's bed... with him! Thanking the heavens above for he was still in deep slumber, I tentavely raised my right hand and delicately placed my fingers on the arm draped over me, barely grazing the skin there. I started to trace the outline of the many tattoos enveloping his muscles, his flesh was warm and even at this gentle contact, my lower stomach was doing funny flips. I paid close attention to the owl attached to the skin on his right bicep, it was the one that my eyes were definitely drawn to, the permanent art was so detailed and realistic I couldn't fathom how such perfection could be accomplished by anyone. I winced, noticing all the different shades of black and gray coloring the tattoo, WOW! That must have hurt like hell.

I further explored the flesh that was of access to me. Christian would let out a few sleepy moans now and then but didn't gave any signs of waking up from his trance, so I allowed my curious hand to travel his clavicles, where the cursive line of "Live Fast Die Young" was scripted across his collar bones. This, however, made me frown, the thought of Christian dying sent a cold chill down my spine. He lived fast, that was for sure, but that didn't mean his future had to fall short.

Concentrating so hard on the meaning of his inked skin, I didn't notice the multiple round-shaped scars covering his chest until a few moments after. I blinked in confusion, what is this? Oh my goodness gracious...

Before I could react though, I was suddenly flipped with my back pressed to the mattress and under Christian's vehemently gray gaze. He had my wrists trapped in his strong grip over my head, held up by his elbows, his face was just a few inches above mine. He furrowed his eyebrows and exhaled a relieved gust of air before releasing my hands, though I kept them right where he left them, afraid to make any sudden movements. He looked so wild, with his untamed copper hair fanning across his forehead and that feral look in his eyes. But when he let out that breath and relaxed his defensive stance, he looked lost, frantic and just... lonely.

Deliberately slowly, I raised the same hand that had roamed his body only moments before and lightly brushed some of the strands away from his head, letting my fingers mildly graze his scalp as I pushed the hair back. He closed his eyes and a satisfied sound that sounded quite a bit like a purr came out of his throat. I gently took my hand away once I was convinced his wild mane was no longer obscuring his vision, and smiled tentatively up at him. Christian's lids opened once my hand broke the contact and sighed, looking wonderstruck down at me.

"You're okay." He whispered lowly, like it was exclusively intended for his own ears.

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning as I noticed the raspiness in my voice was still there.

"You're okay." He repeated, ignoring my question, before nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

"Anastasia." His breath tickled my neck and I couldn't for the life of me keep a tiny moan from escaping my lips.

He growled in response, and as God is my witness I felt my insides melting. Christian's lower weight pressed into me further and I gasped rather startled when his... well... uh... his manhood, poked at my inner thigh. I was so paralyzed by the simple inconceivable fact that Christian Grey was on top of me, that it took me a full minute for my hands to find their way back to his hair, this time tangling in it. The unruly locks felt so incredibly soft and silky, I realized why he always kept pulling at it. Hell! I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off it if I tried.

Christian placed a tender kiss on the side of my neck, which made a spontaneous shudder run through my body at the electric feel of his lips on my skin. He kept distributing soft pecks over my neck until he reached my jaw, which he gave a gentle suck before moving his attention to my ear, taking my susceptible lobe between his lips and mildly nibbling on it. That was enough to make me moan and raise my hips to meet his, who had risen from my body a few moments before. Christian growled once again, this time even more desperate and animalistic, pushing my hips forcefully down with his own, to sink together on the mattress. The new alignment placed his groin right there, where I seemed to be just itching for him. The thought made me blush and get even more humid on the spot between my legs. Oh who am I kidding? It's like frickin' Niagra Falls in my panties right now!

Suddenly, his fervent mouth was no longer on my responsive flesh, but hovering just barely above my own. My lips begged to be touched, caressed, stripped of their purity... there was a hot lava coating them, and I was aware Christian couldn't put the fire out, but oh! He could make them burn so much better.

Kiss me, damn it! Kiss me!

Looking profoundly into the abyss of his bottomless gray eyes, I saw him lick his lips in that slack sensual way I'd so long fantasized about. My breathing accelerated significantly and a forlorn whimper left my throat without me even realizing it. Christian smirked, most likely smug over my dependent need for him and the promise of his sinful lips.

"Please..." I pleaded softly, desperately pulling at the hair at the name of his neck.

"Please what?" He prodded, raising his pierced eyebrow and separating my legs with one of his, molding our bodies closer together if that were possible.

I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning at the sudden friction.

Christian growled and pressed further, "Say it. What do you want?"

"I... I... I want..." I couldn't get the words out.

I could feel my face burn scarlet and I immediately looked down, not able to return his ardent steady gaze. Not a second after, I felt Christian's thumb on my lower lip, prying it from my teeth's furious grasp.

"Anastasia." He whispered huskily, "Look at me."

In an instant, without even thinking it twice, I complied. I stared up at him through my lashes, sneaking a peek shyly, not having the slightest idea of what to do but gladly following his command.

Christian groaned with inflamed passion and next thing I knew, his heated lips were colliding with my imploring ones. Immediately, my eyes fluttered shut and I reveled in the foreign feeling of someone's mouth against my own, not just someone, but Christian Grey... this was just surreal. Extraneous emotions swirled through my brain, intoxicating me with their outlandish effect on me. I was just about putty in his hands, those talented graceful hands that held the back of my neck and the curve of my hip. With this kiss, I was more his than I was my own.

Suddenly, Christian's tongue eluded his mouth to probe against my lips. I hesitantly opened, trying to go with the flow as I had no other experience to draw from. Dominantly, he explored me from the inside. I was still a bit taken aback by the intrusion, not that it didn't feel good-God, did it ever!-but I was in a sort of sensory overload, trying to get used to his intimate administrations. Christian, seemingly aware of my innocence, returned his affection to my lips, capturing my bottom one between his own and playfully nipping at it, letting it go with an audible pop.

Both our breathings had skyrocketed, and he gently rested our foreheads together, closing his eyes and shaking his head in apparent disbelief.

"You are so fucking sweet."

I was still at a loss of words. What could I say really? My head swirled like a merry-go-around and my bones had just been downgraded to jell-o.

All of the sudden, there was a knock on the door and Christian scrambled away from me quickly, slightly opening the door and getting out of it, not allowing the outsider a glance in.

I sighed and closed my eyes, mentally saying farewell to the warm comforter before sitting up and placing my feet on the chilled floor. Being upright, I noticed my head starting an awful pounding, irritating my temples to no end. So... this was a hangover.

It was just then that Christian entered the room again, looking uncharacteristically agitated.

"I have to get you to the Kavanagh's now!" He got out in a rush as he quickly grabbed the first shirt he saw in his drawer and pulled it over his head.

I got up immediately, placing my right palm in my forehead as the pounding got worst due to the rapid movement. My legs started swaying and I had to hold on to the nearest wall to keep my balance.

"Are you that affected by my kissing?" I heard Christian chuckle as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close to his body.

I was too dazed to glare at his arrogance, so I just shook my head and placed both hands on my temples.

"Headache." I muttered weakly.

His expression turned concerned and he backed me up against the bed until my knees hit the mattress and I sat down on top of the tangled sheets. He walked over to his closet, pulled our a button-down flannel navy shirt and threw it my way.

"Put this on, or you'll freeze on the ride to the house. I'll be right back with an aspirin. Stay put."

I nodded and once the door closed after him, I put the shirt on, noting how it looked ridiculously bigger on me. I did my best to stumble towards the built-in bathroom inside the bedroom, searching for an unused toothbrush, I gave up and just took the single green one placed next to the sink. I'm sure Christian won't mind.

Once I was done and my teeth felt minty fresh, I headed towards the bed once again and sat on my previous spot. Not a minute after, Christian entered with a pill on his right hand and a sport's energy drink on the other. He handed them to me and I followed his silent instructions, drowning half of the orange liquid in my thirsty fit.

"Alright, so we have to be careful getting out of the house. Just follow my lead and we'll be just fine."

"Why?" I asked, not understanding his urgency. Did he really want to get rid of me so badly?

"Because Mia and Kate have been frantically looking for your cute little butt all over the house and after they eat breakfast they're going to check for you at the Kavanagh's. So you better get going if you don't want certain recent illicit activities to be made public." He smirked, that secret smile grazing his lips, only this time I knew the secret.

Blushing as I recalled said morning activities, I got up on unsteady feet and moved towards the door, only to be stopped by a hand gripping my forearm. Christian stepped ahead of me and murmured in my ear, "I lead, you follow. Remember?"

"Y-y-yeah." I stuttered, overwhelmed by his closeness and the roughness in his voice.

"Good girl." He pecked me on the forehead and dragged me along as we bolted outside his bedroom door.

...

Thanks to Christian's agile expertise in fleeing the Grey mansion unseen, we arrived at the driveway in no time. My sleepers from yesterday had gone missing and I was now barefoot on the pebbled surface of the ground.

Noticing my discomfort, Christian picked me up and walked me to his bike, sitting me down on its leather cushion. He slid in front of me, turned the engine to life and the machine vibrated under us.

"Hold on tight, we have to get there as fast as possible." He cautioned and I immediately wrapped my arms around his torso, pressing my front to his back.

Without any other warning, the bike sprung forward at lightning speed, carrying my stunned body but leaving my stomach back at the driveway. I felt Christian's body shake with laughter as I shrieked when we lowered into the highway.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I shouted as a mantra to keep my sanity intact.

"Just wrap your legs around me and close your eyes." The cool rider advised in an amused tone.

Nonetheless, I mimicked such actions and was glad when the vertigo sensation seemed to slightly fade.

"Thank you." I whispered as I burrowed my face in between his shoulders.

He didn't reply, and I suspected he couldn't hear me above the uproar of the Harley and the force of the wind.

Soon enough, we were in font of the Kavanagh's two-story house. The lights were still turned off and I was relieved knowing I wouldn't have to sneak my way into this house for a change.

I unwrapped myself from Christian and hopped out of the bike, looking at him expectantly.

"So..."

"Do you have a key to the house?" He surprised me by blurting.

I shook my head and blushed, looking down. Great!

He raised his eyebrows, "How do you expect to get in then?"

"Um... I was thinking the doggy door..." I suggested, shrugging my shoulders and hiding a smile.

"I didn't know the Kavanagh's had a dog." He mused, playing along.

"They don't." I admitted, "but they built one just for me."

He chuckled and shook his head, getting off his ride and pulling me with him to the front door. He reached into his boot and pulled out a hair pin.

"Christian, you're gonna need more than that to look presentable in front of my godparents."

He rolled his eyes and inserted the pin on the keyhole. After a few twists, he rolled the handle and the door willingly opened. I looked up at him with wonder, what the hell did I get myself into?

He shrugged sheepishly and muttered, "One of my many talents."

I smiled and leaned against the frame of the opened door. "So..." I repeated, looking timidly up at him.

"So..." He returned with a smirk.

"I'd invite you in but..."

"No need to be polite Ana, I just needed to make sure you got home safe."

It didn't go unnoticed by me that for the first time, he called me Ana.

"Thanks... for everything." I looked at my naked feet as my cheeks went up in flames.

"It was my pleasure, Miss Steele." He murmured, caressing my crimson cheek with the back of his hand.

"Goodbye, Mr. Grey." I breathed out, dazzled by his warming eyes.

With one last smirk, he walked back to his bike, and that was the last thing I saw before I closed the door and sunk against it on the other side, clutching Christian's flannel shirt for dear life. It smelled just like him.

Oh my.

How's that for a first kiss?

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