A/N - My version of Katniss and Christian have them both having lost the love of their lives and will hopefully find something in each other. Here comes some smut ;)

Now it's apparently his turn to be shocked, as his mouth opens a bit in surprise. I was constantly surprising Peeta with how often I wanted to make love, so I don't think that my request is out of character for me. That's what I'm here for anyway, isn't it? Sex, to have sex with someone I know virtually nothing about.

"Well, Miss Everdeen, I have to say your question surprises me. I suppose, if that will make you sign the contract, I will just have to oblige." He stands up and comes around to my chair, taking the folder from me and placing it on the desk. Then he leans down, putting his hands on the chair arms and his face is right in front of mine. In the silkiest voice I've ever heard, he asks me, "Now what would you like to start with?"

I swallow and never breaking contact with his searing gaze, I answer, "I think I want to be spanked and tied up."

"Spanked, really Miss Everdeen? What makes you want that?" He asks me, his breath hot over my cheeks and I feel very hot all over.

"As I'm sure you are aware, I was more rebellious than I intended to be a few years ago." I say slowly, making sure not to break the eye contact.

"You're a lucky woman then Miss Everdeen, though as I understood it, that's why you were sent into the second arena. You still feel the need to be punished?"

I suck in a breath and am not sure how to answer him this time. "But I survived, more than survived and the whole rebellion was put on my shoulders."

"Are you not planning on surviving this….deviation from your life?" He asks me, sitting on the edge of the desk. Whoa, how did the topic change from hot sex and spanking to the rebellion?

"Of course I'll survive it, I always survive." I keep looking him straight in the eye, not wanting to break contact in the least. His eyes are mesmerizing. "Am I supposed to be looking you in the eyes, by the way?"

"Usually not, but I don't seem to be minding it at the moment?" He answers honestly. I wonder why that is? "Well, survivor, let's get started on your trial run, shall we?"

He gets up and holds out his hand again. I slide mine into his and I feel small suddenly. With Peeta, I felt protected and safe and loved. With Mr. Grey, I feel the protection even though he is going to be hurting me soon enough and somehow I feel safe too. Loved, not even close, but the heat in my belly tells me that this anticipation will soon be met with something very different than what I'm used to.

Once I stand up, he pulls me into his arms quickly and kisses me with the most intensity I have felt since before Peeta died. I gasp at the suddenness of it and he instantly slides his tongue in. I would normally think this is an invasion but I can't help but kiss him back and let my tongue play with his. The heat in my belly drops lower and I know I'm ready for this. I make to wrap my hands into his hair, but he pulls both of my arms behind my back and holds them there with one of his. The other is in my hair, holding my head to his, not that I want to move at all. Without really breaking the kiss, he mumbles against my lips,

"No touching unless I tell you it's okay. Do you understand?" I moan into his mouth, this is the most intense kissing I've done in well over a year. Just as quickly as he started to kiss me, he lets me go and he holds my arms to steady me. "Well now, Mockingjay, at least I know you can kiss well."

He lets my arms go and heads towards the door, stopping to make sure I'm behind him. I remind myself to wake up and shake my head, going to follow him. He leads me back to the rumpus room and unlocks the door quickly but quietly. Apparently he's just as eager for the trial run as I am, judging by the bulge in his pants I notice when he turns to let me in.

"Take off your shoes, skirt and top right here, I want to see what kind of shape you're in." He orders, pointing to the floor right next to the giant bed. He sounds so formal and cold now. I guess this trial run is going to go more by his contract than I thought it would be.

I do as he says, laying my shoes and stuffing the small socks into them carefully on the floor and then taking off my skirt and top. He didn't ask for a show of any kind, just get them off, so I do just that and fold them on top of my shoes.

"Now, stand over here, Miss Everdeen." He says, pointing to a spot about two feet away from the bed.

"You can call me Katniss, you know." I'm slightly irritated now and I know that he can hear it in my voice. The heat I felt minutes ago is now dead and gone. I didn't realize he was going to be so bossy. I can follow orders; I'm just not used to it.

"I will call you whatever I like Miss Everdeen. Now no speaking unless I ask you a direct question and I expect you to say your answers with manners. Do you understand Miss Everdeen?" He informs me, coming around to my side and I feel his hand on my back. I don't answer right away and he takes a swat to my behind.

"Oww! What the hell?" I yell out before I can shut my mouth. I look at him and he shakes his head.

"You said spanking would be okay, Miss Everdeen. Now, I asked you a question. I don't like to repeat myself, but as you are new to this, I will make an exception. Do you understand that you are not to speak unless I ask you a question?"

"Yes." I say in a low voice. I don't know that I'll be able to handle this part of it.

"Yes what, Miss Everdeen?" He asks again, his hand in my hair now.

I have to think about it for a split second and feel him tug my hair. "Yes sir?"

"Good girl. That's how you will answer me when I ask you anything, understand?"

"Yes sir." Now both of his hands are in my hair, which I purposefully kept down. I've been told it makes me seem more attractive that way before. I realize that he is braiding it quickly though and am surprised.

"You have beautiful hair, but I wouldn't want it getting caught in anything. You have very thick hair, was it always like this?" This question surprises me too.

"No sir, not when I was starving after my father died." I answer softly; it's not a time I like to think about, although that's when Peeta saved me the first time. I have to try not to think about him while I'm doing this, I'll feel guilty even though he's dead.

Mr. Grey steps in front of me and looks at me. I feel more exposed even in my underwear than when I was completely naked in front of my old prep team. He nods as his gaze wanders over my breasts, which I know are fuller now that I've been eating every meal every day for the last four years. I take some kind of pride in that. He puts his hands under my breast, cupping it, almost as if he's weighing it and I take a sharp breath in. I can feel my nipple hardening underneath the silky fabric of my bra and I see his lip go up in the corner. There's a light in his eyes, maybe lust?

Then, just as he did in his office, he yanks me close and gives me a hard kiss. I could melt into this man, his kisses are so intense. I do my best to keep my hands at my sides, balling them into fists to keep from climbing up his arms. He pulls back and looks down at them. "Good girl, though I don't like the fists. I think we can do something about that though."

He walks over to the drawers and opens one. When he turns around, I see that he has some kind of rope in his hands. "Turn around please."

I do exactly as he says, knowing that this will indeed keep my hands where they need to be. He ties them together quickly. I don't know what kind of knot it is and even if I did, this is not being used for the same reasons I know knots for. I feel his breath on my shoulder before I feel a feathery light kiss on it. So gentle in fact that my legs suddenly feel like jelly. He kisses his way across my back to the other shoulder, lifting my braid up so that it's not in the way. Then he turns me around and kisses me again with a fierceness that I can't place but like anyway. He starts to walk, making me go backwards until the back of my thighs hit the bed.

With no effort on his end, he bends down and lifts me onto the bed so that my legs are open and he is standing in-between them. He pushes against me and I can feel his very hard, very ready manhood on my inner thigh. My hands behind my back aren't even bothering me, which makes me realize that I am so ready for this, I know I am. He looks down at me and his eyes are a gorgeous shade of dark grey and I lift my mouth up to his again. He pulls back, teasing me before his tongue is back in my mouth and pushing its way further into it.

Before I realize it, he has unhooked my bra and is playing with my nipples, pulling them and making them harder than I ever think they've been. In almost a growl, he says to me, "Miss Everdeen, you are indeed a beautiful creature."

He lips are back onto mine and he is climbing into the bed, carrying me with him. I realize that he still has his pants on when I feel the fabric rub against me and I feel cheated. I want to see this man in his entirety. I hear the zipper coming undone at that moment and bring my legs up to push his pants down with my feet. He pulls back with a low chuckle and replies, "Anxious, Miss Everdeen? I think you'll have to pay for that."