A/N: Apologies in advance- I am a little rusty when it comes to this kind of chapter. Story Rating changed to M. As always i appreciate reviews, critiques, advice, suggestions. Thank you!

Anastasia Steele stared at herself in the mirror, taking in her reflection. Her too-big blue eyes stared back at her; her long, wet hair held a slight curl and framed her face, falling over her shoulders and ending just above her breasts, dripping water running in rivulets down her pale skin. Her body was wrapped in a fluffy white towel, but she didn't cover herself completely. She wanted to examine herself. Her lips looked slightly swollen. Her fingers reached up to brush over them softly, feeling them tenderly; they felt sore. She felt sore all over, to be honest. But it was a sweet, pleasant kind of sore, the kind that had her grinning like a fool. Did she look different than she had yesterday? She felt different. But she also felt the same. She continued to examine herself in the mirror, fresh from a quick shower. She wondered if anyone else would notice.

A soft knock on the bathroom door was followed by a half-naked Christian Grey entering the large space. He stood behind her, and she was able to watch him take in her reflection. Did he think she looked different? Did he feel any different? She doubted it, how could he?

"Good morning..."

He embraced her from behind, nuzzling the back of her head and breathing in her scent. She smiled, leaning back against him and remembering the previous evening in all its glorious detail.

The date with Christian had gotten off to a rocky start. But the man was indeed trying, and Ana didn't have a great deal of experience in the dating world either so she cut him some slack. The restaurant he'd chosen had been amazing, a little on the expensive side, but Ana also figured that came with the territory when one was on a date with a billionaire. The man was actually very charming, and funny, and endearing in a certain way. She knew he liked to be in control, and that he liked to appear unflappable and strong, but Ana found him at his most endearing and adorable when he offered her a shy little smile that betrayed his actual insecurities.

Christian Grey was capable. And demanding. And controlling. But Ana could tell that he was also insecure and damaged in a way, though she had not wanted to pry too deeply and risk insulting or upsetting him. He was vague about his childhood and past, preferring to talk about the present and future. He was an impassioned man when it came to feeding the world's poor, yet he seemed like he didn't think this to be a magnanimous or admirable trait in himself; as if it were something that should just be expected of him, given his position and affluence.

After dinner, Christian had floundered once again, appearing to not know what to do. Ana suggested they take a night walk through a nearby park and Christian vetoed the idea at once, stating that it was far too dangerous and he was unwilling to risk her safety. Ana had rolled her eyes at him and his over-precaution but he'd held firm, insisting that safety was paramount. Ana suggested a night-cap then at a local bar and Christian again vetoed the idea, stating he had a much better selection of alcohol in his penthouse and the need to go out for a drink was an unnecessary one. He suggested then that they return to his apartment for the intended nightcap. Ana agreed at once, amused and turned on by the proposal, though given Christian's inexperience with dating she wondered if he knew how suggestive the "let's go back to my place" line really was. He seemed oblivious and calculated all at once and Ana loved trying to figure out what he was thinking in any given moment.

Ana took it upon herself to tease him in the back of the Audi when his driver Taylor began the route back to Christian's apartment. His eyes were increasingly being drawn to her mouth, and Ana found herself biting her lip and running her tongue along her teeth far more than was absolutely necessary. She liked the effect it had on him, and the way it made him want to touch her, his hand finding its way to her knee, caressing her lightly.

"I think you know you are driving me crazy, Miss Steele…" He leaned toward her to whisper into her ear and Ana couldn't help the resulting grin.

"Maybe." She admitted, licking her lips again, and finding her eyes drawn to his perfect mouth in turn. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers. She wanted to know him, completely. Was this where they were headed? After one date?! Her subconscious scolded her, but she brushed the thought aside. It wasn't like they'd just met today, there was a connection between them that Ana couldn't deny.

Taylor pulled into the garage at Escala and dropped them off near the elevator before driving off to park. Her beautiful date took her hand, leading her forward and Ana found herself alone again in an elevator with Christian Grey. Again, the electricity between them was palpable. She hummed softly to herself, trying to ignore the growing desire within her at being in such close proximity to the Adonis that was Christian Grey. She bit her lip and again and she thought she heard a stifled moan from the man next to her. Christian leaned forward and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator.

"Ah fuck it!" She heard him mutter.

And in the next instant, Christian had pushed her against the wall of the elevator, one hand holding both her wrists above her head, the other cradling her face. His expert tongue coaxed her lips open, and seconds later he was exploring the recesses of her mouth with attention. She moaned, her tongue joining his and exploring him in turn. She'd never been kissed like this, there were no awkward fumbling attempts to find a rhythm, no clanging of teeth against teeth; they just fit together in instant synchronicity. It was intoxicating.

Ana's tongue wrestled with his, tasting, touching, feeling. He nibbled her lower lip and she tugged his upper lip in response. He growled into her mouth, tilting her head up with his free hand to give himself better access. He smelled amazing, like vanilla and sandalwood and something inexplicably Christian. His stubble scraped her chin lightly, his tongue claiming her mouth, his hand holding tightly onto her wrists. It was overwhelming. Ana felt herself falling, hard.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment you stumbled into my office," Christian murmured in her ear breathlessly when they finally broke apart. Ana bit her lip in response, running her tongue along her teeth as her sense slowly returned. She could still taste him. He smirked at her disheveled appearance and turned to hit the elevator button once more and restart their ascension to his penthouse. Ana took the time to readjust her dress and comb her fingers through her hair in a futile attempt to get back to looking presentable.

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at his penthouse. Christian stepped out of the elevator and into his foyer; he reached out his hand for her to take, beckoning her to follow. She obliged. Her mouth felt dry. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him again, take his breath away this time. She wanted to touch him all over, she wanted him to touch her. She'd thought once before that they would have sex in this apartment. She wondered again if that might be a possibility. Her mind flitted unwillingly back to the images of the Red Room...and the kind of sex Christian enjoyed. She frowned to herself, pushing the thought from her mind.

Christian led her into the kitchen of his penthouse. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine. He poured two glasses and offered her one. She took it and sipped gratefully. It was delicious, cool and crisp on her tongue. She savored it. Christian was watching her intently, his eyes on her mouth. Immediately, her mouth felt dry and her body felt like it had electricity coursing through it. She wondered if Christian could feel it too.

"Shall we take a seat near the fireplace?" He offered, looking past her and into the sitting room. She followed his gaze to a beautiful, plush white sofa situated in front of a sleek, gas fireplace. She nodded, unsure of her voice. He smiled indulgently and led the way.

They sat, with their wine in silence only briefly. Ana wasn't sure what to say. She wanted him to kiss her again, like he had in the elevator. She wanted to take things even further...not red room further... but further.

When Ana looked up from her wine glass She found herself trapped in Christian's gaze. His grey eyes were burning into her as he stared at her intently. He was all serious now, and Ana realized that this serious formal attitude was the one he adopted when he was nervous, or unsure. He was trying to bluff his way into feeling less anxious. It was endearing.

"Miss Steele. You told me the last time you were here that you were a virgin. Before we go any further I want to discuss this with you. It should be clear to you that I am not a virgin. I have not been a virgin since I was sixteen years old." He paused, allowing her to digest the information. Sixteen was young – but she had had classmates who were sexual at that time so it wasn't like it was completely unheard of, but why was he telling her this? She opened her mouth to ask that very question but he continued.

"I made a calculated error when I first brought you to my apartment in regards to your level of experience, and I do not wish to cross any more of your boundaries prematurely." His hand was resting on her upper thigh, stroking her slowly, seductively, she felt her entire insides clench in response to him. She scooted closer to him, she wanted him. She wanted him to know she wanted him. He was intoxicating.

"Christian…Please…" She breathed, leaning in for another kiss. He stopped her gently.

"Anastasia, wait…" He murmured, caressing her cheek.

"Are you worried I won't be any good?" Ana asked, hurt. She hadn't thought of that before. He had a good ten years on her in the experience category. And she knew what other kinds of experiences he had as well. She was inexperienced. She had only really ever kissed one other boy…and that had been lackluster to say the least. It was true. She didn't have a lot of experience. But he hadn't seemed to mind in the elevator, and Ana was pretty sure she'd been able to hold her own. She didn't see what his problem was. One minute he wanted her, couldn't keep his hands off her; the next minute, he was telling her to stop. It was…it was just rude, is what it was.

Ana huffed. Christian's eyes widened in response to her.

"Well, if you don't want to waste your time with an inexperienced virgin than I'll just be going." She was mad, and embarrassed. She stood from the sofa and turned on her heel but Christian caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to him.

"Ana, wait." He commanded holding her in a firm grip. "You misunderstand. My concern here is only for your well being." He elaborated. Ana felt her scalp prickling in confusion. He was concerned for her? Why? She turned back to face him, finding herself enraptured by his stormy grey gaze.

"I want you, Anastasia Steele." He breathed, leaning in so his breath ghosted against her ear, before he nipped it lightly. Her entire body shivered deliciously in response to him. "I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. I want to do things to you that would drive you wild, I want to taste every inch of you." He continued….and Ana felt her insides twist. She wanted him to do those things. She wanted to touch and taste every inch of him in return. She had never wanted anyone else like she wanted him. She tugged on her lower lip with her teeth, trying to reign in her desires. He practically growled in her ear in response.

"When you bite your lip like that Anastasia, It makes me want to bite it for you."

"Christian…" She began, not even sure of what she wanted to say, not even sure of her ability to form a coherent sentence.

"I want you Anastasia. But I don't want to take from you anything you aren't willing to give." Her broke contact with her so abruptly then that it was almost as if he had to forcibly rip himself away from her; as if her touch burned him.

"Christian, I want you too!" Ana was growing exasperated with this hot-and-cold behavior. She wanted to give herself to him, she wanted to feel him.

"If you've been saving yourself…or…" He began to reason but she cut him off.

"I haven't been "saving" myself, Christian. Yes, I am a virgin. But it's not like I…I just never found the right guy, you know? It wasn't something I wanted. But I want you, Christian…" Ana was surprised by the conviction of her own voice. She did want him. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything. He made her skin feel like it was on fire and her insides feel as though they had turned to putty. He offered her that shy smile of his, his eyes darkening as he did.

"You…want me, Miss Steele?" His voice sounded amused, happy.

"Yes!" She practically shouted in frustration.

He pulled her to him, then, crushing her body against his hard, svelte chest. She reached up to touch him and he grabbed her by the wrist, holding her hand against her body as his mouth once again claimed hers. She melted into the kiss. His free hand held her at her waist, his long, nimble fingers moving down before sliding up the hem of her dress. She was nervous, but mostly she was excited. A man had never kissed her like this, let alone touched her like this. His fingers caressed and tickled their way up her inner thigh as they kissed, his other hand loosening its grip on her wrist while still holding her firm. And then his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. She gasped, and then moaned into his mouth as his fingers continued to stroke her through her thin, cotton panties. Her free hand snaked around to the back of his head, she wanted to play with his hair, to touch and feel him.

And suddenly his fingers were no longer stroking her, his free hand catching her other wrist and pulling it back around in front of him as he broke off the kiss, leaving her panting and confused. Before she had a chance to voice her confusion, however, he was grinning slyly at her and pulling her by her wrists backwards, away from the fireplace and toward the hallway.

"Come with me, Anastasia." he murmured, his eyes dark and locked on hers. She allowed him to lead her, and he did, all the way through the sitting area and to the hall, through a door and into a luxurious master suite that was made up in all deep blues, chromes, blacks and greys. His bedroom was so very him...Ana thought idly, looking around.

Christian released her hands and moved around behind her, allowing her to take in the room, and the massive king bed in the center of it.

He caressed her arms, dipping his head down to kiss and suckle at her neck as he slowly urged her forward into the bedroom. She turned her head to the side, granting him better access to her neck. He turned her around and they were face to face again, her eyes found his lips immediately and she pounced, pulling his head down to her, her mouth locking with his. His eyes widened in surprised but he reciprocated immediately, his left hand again reaching up to peel hers away from his face smoothly. He walked them backwards; never breaking the kiss, until Ana felt the backs of her knees hit the mattress edge.

"Lift up your arms." Christian commanded softly, and Ana did as she was told, tugging her bottom lip as she raised her arms up. Christian knelt before her then, his fingers grasping the hem of her dress and tugging upwards, slowly, torturously. Ana lifted her hips in order to assist him and he slid the dress up over her torso, over her head, and her up stretched arms. He tossed the garment to the floor and Ana found herself in nothing but her bra and panties, and a pair of heels she'd borrowed from Kate.

Christian's stormy grey eyes were almost black with desire and Ana felt herself blush at his hungry gaze. She liked the effect she had on him. It made her feel desired...hot. He stepped back from her then, and kicked off his shoes. His gaze never left hers as he slowly, tantalizingly stripped off his suit jacket, allowing it to drop to the plush carpeted floor as well. His nimble, skilled fingers made short work of the knot on his tie and he loosened and removed that next. He wrapped the tie around his left hand and stalked back toward the bed, now only in his dress shirt and slacks.

He kissed her again, sliding his free hand along her belly, sending little jolts of electricity straight to her groin. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers moving up to unbutton his dress shirt.

"Don't!" He said, a little too harshly, grabbing her hand and stopping her. She wanted to question him but his lips were already back on hers, his body urging her to lay back, his hands sliding her arms up above her head . He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for something, his body poised above her.

"Are you sure...?" He murmured. She grinned at him, and leaned in to kiss him again. She felt his responding smile against her lips. He slipped his silk tie over her wrists and cinched it down lightly. Ana pulled back from the kiss, questioning him with her eyes.

"Trust me..." He smirked, his hands stroking her cheek. And she did. She trusted him completely. The tie kept her hands bound, but was loose enough to not be uncomfortable. Christian slid down her body then unclipping her bra and pulling it up and over her arms, kissing the tops of her breasts, her sternum, her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel as he continued down. Ana squirmed on the bed, arching her hips against him. She felt him smile against her stomach, and his fingers slipped through her panties tugging them gently downward. Ana lifted her head, watching him breathe in her sex before kissing his way down her inner thigh. She lay back, admiring the grace and fluidity of his movements letting herself be taken over by the feelings he was eliciting within her.

"Has a man ever kissed you here before, Anastasia?" He asked hungrily, nipping and licking at her inner thigh.

"N-No..." Ana stammered back, squirming against the bed.

"How about...here? He asked, his question punctuated by another kiss and nip along her other inner thigh, closer to her sex. She moaned.

"No...never." She mewled.

"Good..." he murmured. moving up along her sex until...until he was kissing her there...his lips and tongue teasing her clitoris. "And...here?" He asked, before continuing to tease and suckle her clit, his tongue swirling around it expertly.

"No!" She gasped, feeling everything inside of her clench. His fingers began to tickle her inner thighs lightly... then her labia...and then...he slipped one finger inside of her, still toying with her clit with his tongue. She almost bucked off the bed into him and he chuckled.

"Easy baby..." he purred against her, his other hand coming around to caress her stomach and hold her hips down."God Ana, you're so wet...so ready for me..."

"Yes!" She practically shouted. She wanted more. Wanted to feel him inside her...

"Not yet..." He murmured against her clit, his steely eyes looking up at her from where he knelt between her legs, a devilish grin gracing his perfect lips. He stroked her inner walls with his one finger, in and out, in and out...before adding a second, long, finger to join the first. He scissored his fingers inside of her, stretching her slightly. And she felt her insides clench around his fingers in response.

"Good girl." He murmured lowly, his voice laden with delicious promise. "Squeeze my fingers, baby." He commanded softly, and then his lips were back on her clitoris, blowing and kissing, sucking, licking, his fingers moving in and out of her in a slow sensual rhythm.

"Oh my...Christian!" She couldn't think about anything but the pleasure he was giving her. She had no idea she could feel like this; that this could feel...this...good.

"Come for me, baby." He commanded, clamping down on her clitoris and speeding up his movements. IT was enough to make Ana come undone at the seams. Her insides clamped around him and she gasped, her body arched off the bad and he held her. Her fists clenched above her head, her toes curled as waves of pleasure coursed up and down her body.

"Oh my god! Christian!" She gasped...collapsing back down when she felt her body finally relax...He was staring at her, an awed expression on his face, still caressing her.

"You are beautiful, Ana." He whispered. She was panting, and elated, and felt a childish giggle escape her.

"That was...wow..." She was at a loss.

He grinned in response

"I will take that as a compliment, Miss Steele." His awed tone quickly replaced by the teasing one she so enjoyed.

He lifted himself off the bed and stepped back. She scooted into a half sitting position, bringing her semi-bound hands down in front of her as she did. The tie was loose enough to slip off but she left it as it seemed to give Christian some kind of peace of mind.

Christian began to unbutton his shirt. He was moving slowly, his eyes burning into her as he did so. He was tantalizing in his movements, but Ana sensed a sort of nervousness as well. It was as if he had to keep his eyes on her. It was hot, but also vulnerable. He slid the shirt off his torso and Ana's eyes went immediately to his beautiful chest. He was so toned and so perfect...but then she saw them- nine small, white, circular marks that blotted his otherwise perfect skin. Scars, that looked almost like chicken pox scars...but not. He did not look away from her when she returned her gaze to his face, her mouth open in silent question. She wanted to ask. But he said nothing, his fingers moving instead to his slacks, working the belt off first, and then unzipping his fly, slowly.

Ana looked down again, watching him as he stepped out of the slacks, his fingers toying with the hem of his boxer briefs, the last bit of material that covered a rather impressive bulge. In one swift movement, Christian divested himself of the last of his clothing, his manhood springing free and standing at attention before her.

Ana bit her lip. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She swallowed once. Twice. She was staring. But she couldn't help it.

"Do you like what you see, Miss Steele?" There was humor in his voice. She swallowed again, not trusting her voice and he sauntered back over to the bed. His movements were graceful, like a big cat stalking its prey. And Ana felt the heat pooling within her from his look alone. He poured his body over hers, urging her to lie back on the bed, his hand moving her arms back up above her head, still loosely held together with the tie. He kissed her deeply and she arched her body to his wanting to feel his skin against hers. He kept his body poised above her, just out of reach, holding himself up with one strong arm, caressing her face tenderly with his free hand. His eyes were almost black in the dim bedroom lighting, and she swallowed again, wetting her lips. Her hips rolled upwards against him in desire and he smirked.

"I love how responsive you are, Anastasia," He murmured into her ear, flexing his hips against hers and grinding his hardness into her side. She moaned and arched against him in turn. "Hang on, baby." He whispered, his voice low and husky and so incredibly sexy.

He rolled off her to the side of the bed and opened a drawer. He retrieved a square, foil packet and showed it to her before tearing it open and producing the condom. He sat up on his knees, allowing her to watch him roll the latex over his hardened cock. She licked her lips, staring. He smirked again.

He slid back over her again, his hand snaking down to the apex of her thighs. She was soaking wet. She felt like she couldn't keep her hips still. She wanted to feel him so bad.

"Mmm...God Anastasia, you are so ready for me...Do you want it, baby?" She mewled in response keening and arching off the bed.

"Tell me, Ana...Tell me what you want..." Was he toying with her? She wanted him; wanted to feel every inch of him.

"I want you..." She breathed. "I want to feel you inside me..." I want you to make love to me "I want you to fuck me." He kissed her again, deeply, and she felt him, felt him down there, pressing against her slick entrance. She clenched preemptively in response.

"Relax, baby...it's okay. I'll be gentle." He whispered in her ear.

And in the next instant she felt him, felt herself opening to him, felt him sliding in, slowly, achingly slowly. He pushed and she arched to meet him. It was a fullness like nothing she'd ever felt before. She didn't think he would be able to fit, not all the way any way...it would be impossible. But he slid out just a little and then flexed his hips, rolling forward in one fluid movement. Ana cried out, pushing up and into him. He was completely sheathed inside of her, and he held her still. He paused a moment, allowing her to adjust to the sensations.

"God Ana, you feel amazing." He murmured. "I'm going to start moving now...are you ready?"

"Yes!" She replied immediately. "Yes please!" And he was all too happy to oblige.

Christian pulled out and thrust forward, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. Ana rolled her hips to match his movements, clenching and unclenching her fists above her head. Christian nuzzled her neck, nipping and suckling her collar bone gently as he pumped into her , his mouth found her right nipple and he lavished it with his tongue, teasing the pert little nub and making Ana gasp as fresh waves of pleasure coursed through her. She felt herself building towards that same precipice. Christian must have sensed it as well, his mouth found her left nipple, teasing and playing with it the same way he had with her right while he picked up the speed. He slammed into her again and again, she felt him hit some secret pleasure spot inside of her and she convulsed in response as pleasure spiked.

"Come with me, Ana..."

And she did. She felt her entire body spasm, her insides tightening down around him like a vice. His resulting pleasured groan mingled with her own moans and he came apart inside her, calling her name in time with one final, deep thrust.

He collapsed off to the side, still inside of her, as he tenderly stroked her cheek. She felt another wave of euphoria hit her in the aftermath and a soft giggle escaped her lips.

"You okay?" He murmured, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. She smiled at him. Was she okay? Oh yes...she was...

"I'm...fantastic." She exclaimed. In truth, she'd never felt anything as intense and wonderful in her life. Was it always like this?

"Yes..." Christian agreed, "Yes you are."

Ana felt eyelids drooping, and Christian kissed her chastely on the lips before pulling out of her completely

"Sleep, baby." He commanded gently.

And Ana had been all too happy to obey.

A/N: So things are about to go to hell pretty rapidly in the next few chapters but I wanted to give them at least a brief interlude. Again apologies as I am a bit rusty on these things but I promise to get better :)