I know...it's been a long time. Something with summer, writers-block, holiday, double shifts blablabla.

But now I'm back and promise to be better.

This is a short one to get me started. Hope you'll like it.

I don't own the characters (we've got E.L. James tot thank for that) But I do own this story.

I think I'm still staring totally dumb-struck at the library of my wettest dreams when I hear Christian clearing his throat. I look up and stare at another one of my wet dreams.

Could somebody please pinch me, this has to be a dream. No skip that, if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.

"You like my library?" Christian asks with a smile on his face.
I can only nod.
"Do you want a tour?"
And again I can only nod.
"Cat caught your tongue"
And again I nod.

He comes over to me and pushes my wheelchair to the reading chairs and sits down next to me. As he starts to explain why he decided to built this library and what his inspiration has been, I can only stare at him.
When he points me to the different sections and explains where I can find what, I still can't stop staring at him. How his eyes sparkle when he speaks of the books he loves to read, his most rare edition and his most cherished book. How he smiles as he talks about the books of his childhood and what he reads at this moment.

At some point I notice that he stopped talking and is looking at me with a strange expression. Like he is curious, amused and annoyed at the same time. And if you look carefully there is something insecure and shy in there as well.

"You haven't heard a word I said, haven you?" He asks me, smirking.
I can feel the blush creeping over my cheeks . "Ehm, well…ehm. Not everything…ehm. Sorry". I mumble.

He starts to laugh out loud now. And as I feel the blush deepen I realize I love is laugh. It makes you want to start laughing yourself. So I do.

After that the ice seems to be broken. All awkwardness is gone and we seem to share a passion for books and reading in general.

After we've talked about books and after that our favorite movies for what felt like five minutes but turns out to be the best part of three hours, we are disturbed by a knock on the door.
It's Gail informing us that lunch is ready.

After lunch, which was wonderful, we return to the library.
I'm still in awe when I see the interior. I can understand why Christian built it. If I had the money I would have done the same.

"I want to discuss something with you". Christians words startle me out of my reverie. I turn to look in his eyes. He is staring at me intently.
"I want you to stay here with me".

"Pardon?"

"I want you to stay here as long as you want."

"As long as I need help?"

"As long as you want to stay with me."

"I don't understand. You want me to stay here with you?"

"I want you to be with me." He leans over to me with his hands on the armrests of my wheelchair.

"Be with you?" I think my brain just shut down. I can't have heard him correctly. I keep hearing he wants to be with me. I must be dreaming. But what a nice dream. I wish it could be true.

"Yes, I want you to want me." he whispers in my ear. And then I feel his lips on my neck and the only thing I can do is shiver.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me out of the armchair. I can feel his breath on my ear as he whispers: "you know I want you" and I'm really glad I'm wrapped up in his arms because I don't think my legs would be able to support my weight at this point.
I put one foot on the ground and then our lips find eachother and we get lost.