A/N: Thank you for the reviews and PM's. They've been very helpful and every review is read and appreciated.

I'm busy packing but thought I would post an update quickly. I tried to correct errors, but if some was missed, please read over it.

Important: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.

Ana POV:

Holy cow. Okay then… I can see what the big fuss is about. That was… just WOW.

I should probably try to get up as I feel all sweaty and stuff, not even to think about what is going on… down there, but all I can think about is doing that again. It felt… and then… oh hell, I can't even think straight. I giggle at myself as I'm never at a loss for words. Christian gets onto his hands and is looking down at me with a raised eyebrow and I try to fight the urge to cover my face.

"Not quite the response I was expecting," he says acting hurt and I bite my lip not to laugh again. When I see his gaze going to my lips, I release my lip.

"It not that… really. That was amazing. I was just thinking that I should probably go and get cleaned up and…" I stop as he is already on his way to the bathroom. He returns with a warm bath cloth and gently runs is up one thigh, then the other before cleaning… there. Could this get any more embarrassing? I hide my eyes behind my arm until I feel the bed next to me dip and then he lifts my arm away from my eyes, so I close them.

"Hey, don't hide from me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." I open my eyes and turn onto my side to face him. "Now, that's better. So… you were thinking that you should get cleaned up and…?" he looks at me expectantly and I can feel the blush on my cheeks.

"Maybe we could do that again?" I say, but it sounds more like a question than an answer. Why does he make me so nervous?

"You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?" he says while starting to get up. He holds his hand out to me and I reluctantly take it while clutching the sheet to my chest. Please don't take me to the playroom. Please don't take me to the playroom.

"Where are we going?" I ask anxiously and he smiles, obviously knowing what I was thinking.

"Shower," he says and tugs on the sheet to let it drop to the floor, "But we won't need this." As we walk I let me eyes run over his naked body. He is just perfect. It is obvious that he works out a lot. Not sure where a CEO billionaire find the time to do that as well.

He closes the bathroom door behind us and in a blink of an eye, my back is pressed against it and my hands pinned above my head, just like in the elevator earlier… except that we are naked this time. His well toned, hard body is pressing into mine.

"Like what you see, Ana?" he asks close to my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. "I definitely like what I see."

He takes one leg and lifts it for me to wrap it around him, exposing me more than what I should be comfortable with. He bends slight and starts to grind his fast growing erection into me. Crap… this is just soooo good. How the hell are we ever going to stop?

"Do you feel that, Anastasia? Do you see what you do to me?" he says as he grinds harder and faster. "I knew we would be great together." But I'm on the verge of being unable to listen.

"It's… oh god… this is… ahh… don't stop… so good," I whimper between pants. I think at this stage I would honestly do anything if he promises not to stop.

"Anastasia, I don't plan on stopping any time soon." He continues the grinding and just when I feel like I'm beginning that delicious climb to the top, he stops. "Fuck! I forgot to grab a condom. As much as I would absolutely love to feel your soft skin on my dick, I'm not dad material." He says breathlessly next to my ear and pulls away after a loud sigh. "Let's shower and take this to bed."

I blink twice to get out of the lust filled haze I was trapped in. I will have to be very careful around this man. For the first time in my life I start to fall for a man and it had to be one of the most complicated, fascinating and all-consuming men to ever walk the earth. I reluctantly put my foot back on the ground and take his hand to follow him into the shower. With the press of a button on a keypad, there is a quick squirt of cold water before hot water pours down on us.

I look down at his very impressive erection between us and mindlessly lick my lips. His eyes move from my eyes to my lips and I get an idea, not that I know what I'm doing, but Kate said it's like sucking and licking on your favourite lollipop. How hard can it be?

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I go down onto my knees, careful not to touch his upper body. I got the feeling that he has a fear of being touched, but seemed to be fine with his neck and hair. Kneeling in front of him and looking up, I can see his eyes grow darker… he likes this. He might say he doesn't need that life and that he wants me… but he likes this. If he can try for me, I will try for him… within limits of course.

I touch his feet gently before running my hands up his legs. His thighs are hard and well defined so I take my time to go up. When I finally reach my destination, he takes a deep breath as I take his erection into my right hand with the left going around to touches that perfect ass he flaunted earlier. I squeeze his butt and he moans and falls forward to put both hands on the wall behind me.

Not taking my eyes away from his, I move forward and take him into my mouth. He is hard as rock and smooth as silk… what a strange combination. I keep my one hand on the base and trace around the head with the tip of my tongue, earning another loud moan and a shiver that runs through him this time. I lower my eyes to concentrate on the task at hand when his head falls back. I take him as deep as he will go and I'm glad that I don't have a gag reflex.

"Fuck, Ana… that is so deep… you are… amazing," he says between moans and I pull out slowly, letting my teeth gently scrape against his soft skin. One hand leaves the wall and he lowers it to my head. He pushes his fingers into my wet hair and pulls almost to the point of pain. Where I expect pain to shoot through me, lust does and it shocks me. I don't like pain and punishment, yet when he inflicts just a hint of pain, it turns me on.

"Stop teasing and suck me, Ana." I go back down until his erection hits the back of my throat and starts to suck slowly but hard. For someone who's never done this before, I can't be too bad at it as he seems to like it. Yet, it feels as if he is holding back and I want him to lose a bit of that control he likes so much. I suck in my cheeks for him to feel the inside of my cheeks rubbing against him when I remember him saying that he will love skin-to-skin contact. All those late night conversations with Kate are actually paying off.

"Fuck Ana… just like that… just like that…" but his hold on my head increase and he keeps my head in place as he moves into my mouth slowly. I continue to suck and then he suddenly lets go of my head, but he doesn't pull out so I look up to see if I did something wrong. He cups my cheek, eyes filled with pure lust, "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, baby, you have to stop now."

I move my hand at the base of his erection, down to his balls and start to gently massage it, making a mental note to do some research on the male anatomy. I would love it if I could make him feel as good as he makes me feel. He moves his hand back into my hair, but don't try to stop me.

"Fuuuuck! Ana… oh fuck yes," I hear him say as the thick juices run down my throat. I lick him clean and release his erection with a loud pop and he holds a hand out to help me up. After being on my knees on the hard tiled shower floor, standing feels great. I take my middle finger and wipe a bit of his cum from the corner of my lip before putting my finger into my mouth. His eyes stay on me and I can see that he is still holding back.

If he is this passionate while holding on to that precious control of his, I can just imagine what it would be like to snap that control for a couple of minutes. I lean forward and put my hands in his hair, reaching up to trace my tongue around his lips. He puts his arms around me with one hand on my lower back and the other slips into my hair again. Even after that blow job, he still has an erection.

"Anastasia, would you mind going on birth control." He asks kissing up and down my neck. It's hard to concentrate right now. I should probably mention to him that I'm on the shot. "I want to feel you." He pulls me into him, his erection hard against my stomach, "I want you now, but I don't have a condom."

"Uhm… I'm not sure why I… aah…," I moan loudly as he bites down on my ear again. "oh… I wanted to say that… oh, fuck… I can't concentrate and I need to tell you…" his hand moves to one breast while he starts to kiss his way back up. "I'm on the shot," I finally get out and then my back hits the wall and he fills me to the hilt with himself. I scream out in pure ecstasy. There is nothing that feels as good as this. He fills me completely and without the condom, it feels even better than before. He is moving slowly in and out at first, but then he starts to move faster. I'm glad I waited this long. I'm glad I waited for him.

"More… please… harder," I beg, not recognising my own voice.

"Thank you… for giving me this," he pulls away from my lips to stare into my eyes as he push into me harder just like I asked. "You… are… mine… now." He says between thrusts.

I knew I was his when I asked him to make love to me… maybe even before that. When I don't respond, he tugs on my ear with his teeth, making me cry out again. Not due to the pain, but due to the sensation that shoots to all the right places, increasing the ache that was already overwhelming. "You are mine, Ana. Say it. Say that you are mine."

"Yes… I'm yours. Only yours." I say and I'm so close. I can feel this will be over soon, but I don't want it to end. I want to stay in here and on the edge as long as possible.

"Let go, baby. Come for me." I shatter into a million pieces. I feel it all the way to my spine and feet and I love this feeling… the feeling of falling over into a sea of ecstasy. I feel my virginal muscles contract and rub against him. He comes loudly with my name on his lips before falling to the ground and taking me with him.

Under the warm water, we sit in silence. He is still buried deep inside me and I drop my forehead to his. When he opens his eyes, I struggle to read the emotion I find there.

"I'm never going to get enough of you, Ana. I'm still inside you and I'm already thinking of where to take you next. There are so many things I want to do with you that I can't decide on what to do first. I also don't care at the same time. I would be happy to just spend time with you. But good fuck, this is the most amazing sex I've ever had and I want more," he says with a wicked smile and I grind down into him with my hands locked around his neck.

"I don't have anything to compare it to, but I can see what all the fuss is about. If it's like this for everyone, I can't imagine how anyone gets a descend night's sleep." I say shyly and move my head to fall onto his shoulder.

"It's not always like this. This was amazing." He says kind of distracted, like he is trying to figure out how to say something and doesn't know how to. After a minute of silence, he continues softly. "Ana, I was very serious earlier. I strongly believe in monogamy. There is no way in hell I share what's mine with anyone else and you are mine now, you said so yourself. I will try to make you happy. I will even take you on dates like a normal couple. But I have to ask you for faith and some patience." I look up into his serious eyes to show him that he has my full attention. "I've never done anything like this before and I will fuck up some times, but… just have faith in me and patience and I'm sure I will get there. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life, Anastasia. Your mere presence has the ability to calm me, even though you also have the ability to drive me insane and make me absolutely livid. I'm sure I can make you happy, but if I invest in this, we have to go all in. I don't do anything without giving it my best, but then you can't leave me. John, my physiatrist, says that I should just go with it and enjoy it and I hope he is right. But… if I do something wrong or treat you in a way that you don't like… please, talk to me before you walk out. I couldn't even watch you leave earlier and now that you've given yourself to me…" he struggles to finish and I'm stunned again. That was some speech and I'm not sure how to respond, so I do what I think is best. I put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him gently before pulling away to look into his eyes again.

"Christian, all I want is to be happy. I feel safe with you. I feel sexy when you look at me and I'm happy when I can get you to smile. As long as you don't put a cane to my back or cheat, I will be here. But beating me and cheating are hard limits for me and I won't stand for either. Mom cheated on Ray and it took him years to get over it."

We slowly part and then he starts to wash my body. When he gets to my sex, I winch and he smile apologetically. After he finish washing my hair, I take the sponge and soap to wash his body, but he takes a huge step backwards with so much fear in his eyes that I almost feel my heart break and that's when I see them for the first time. I can't believe I haven't noticed them earlier.

There are burn marks all over his chest. I've seen enough cigarette burn marks in textbooks and photos to recognise one right in front of me. Who would do this to him? Did this happen as a child or a grown up? Deep down, I know the answer and between the water, I feel the tears streaming down my face for a small boy burned several times on his small chest. I lift my hands to show him my intention to wash his arms.

"I won't touch your chest, but you seem to be fine with your neck, shoulders and arms. Do you mind if I reciprocate?" I ask and he only nods. I start to wash slowly and he closes his eyes. I wash carefully in order to avoid even an accidental touch. When I'm done all the way to his feet, he turns but doesn't say a word. I feel more tears fall when I see the scars on his back.

"I'm sorry this was done to you, Christian." I say softly and could not keep the hurt out of my voice. He spins around and pulls me into a hug with my head on his chest. It seems it's just touch with hands that he has a problem with, but his body is still a bit tense, like he is in physical pain.

"Don't cry for me, Ana. It was a really, really long time ago." I pull away and he looks down at me, all traces of fear gone. "Don't cry for me, please. Just… spend time with me."

"I would love that." I say as we walk out of the shower which must have been the longest shower I've ever had.

He takes a big, soft white towel from a towel warmer and gently dries me before wrapping me in it. Then he takes another one and ties it around his waist. With water drops still on his upper body and arms, he looks hot and I can hardly believe that I just had sex with him… twice. I take one of the smaller towels and dry his hair first before drying my own.

Dressed in only his t-shirt, I watch him pull on pyjama bottoms. I bite my lip with wide eyes when I see how perfectly it hangs on his hips and he puts a finger under my chin to lift my head.

"Like what you see, Ms. Steele?" he asks with a smile that should be illegal.

"As if you don't know how good looking you are, Mr. Grey."

"It's just a face, baby."

"And body, and eyes and smile and…" I stop dead in my tracks when I see the evidence of my virginity. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry about… that." I say and point to the bed, unsure of what to do. Now I get the towels in the old movies when people just got married.

"Don't be. You have no idea what it does to me to see that. I'll go and get a clean sheet from the cupboard. Don't go anywhere." He says as he walks out of the room.

I remove the stained sheet and for some reason, fold it up neatly before placing it on the floor beside the bed. Christian returns with a clean sheet and I help him to put it on the bed. He looks as if he is concentrating really hard.

"Don't tell me you've never changed bed sheets before," I joke, but when he doesn't smile, I can feel my eyes go wide. I don't think that I've ever met anyone that hasn't changed sheets before.

"I never had to before. This is another first for me. It seems this day is filled with them just like the other night." He says as we finish making up the bed.

"For what it's worth, you really did a good job." I say as we get into bed. I know I should probably go home, but then again… Kate is definitely too busy to be concerned about me right now and well, spending the night next to Christian is just too good to pass up.

Christian turns me around and pulls me towards him until I feel my back pressed against his chest. He seems tense at first and then starts to relax. I smile when I feel him press a soft kiss against my head.

I'm in bed… with Christian Grey… and we just had sex… twice.

The intimacy of the moment actually scares me. Surely it's not normal to feel this comfortable with a man you hardly know. When I feel his arm creep under my shirt and his hand comes to rest between my breasts, I stiffen. I'm not sure why, but this just feels… too intimate, but so right at the same time.

"Do you mind?" he asks softly, unsure of my reaction.

"No, it just took me by surprise. I've never shared a bed with anyone before, except for the other night when I was passed out and on the rare occasion, a heartbroken Kate."

"That makes me really happy. Sleep now, baby." He answers and holds me closer. I fall asleep wrapped in his arms and I feel safe and wanted.

Christian POV:

What. The. Fuck is happening to me?

As I hold a sleeping Ana in my arms, I go through the list of things that happened to me tonight to ensure that I have the full list for Flynn to analyze when I call him in the morning. Analyze… how appropriate.

I basically threw Ana out of my apartment when she told me that she was a virgin and then went after her forty minutes later. I made love to her in my bed before I fucked her in my shower. I talked to her about my feelings and now I'm going to sleep next to her… in my bed. None of this is how I operate, what I'm comfortable with or what I allow, but for some reason, it doesn't bother me as much as it should.

It feels strange, to hold someone this close to me, but it also feels good to know that it is Anastasia. At first I felt a dull ache at the direct contact, but not as much as it would be if she were to touch my chest with her hands.

I was serious when I told her that I would never get enough of her. I've never had vanilla sex before, but nothing I've ever experienced comes even close to what it felt like with Ana. The only thing close to making love to her and taking her virginity, was fucking her without the barrier of a condom. When she told me that she was on the shot, I couldn't control myself. I wanted to get inside her as quick as possible and feel her silky, hot and wet skin against my dick and I couldn't get deep enough. As hard as I fucked her, I just couldn't get as deep as I wanted to be… as I needed to be. When she winched, I had to hide my smile and look apologetic. The truth is that I like knowing that she will remember where I've been tomorrow.

I hear a message on my phone and turn just enough to grab it from the nightstand.

'I don't know what the hell you did to make Ana that upset, but I hope you fixed it. I like Kate and I don't want to fight with her because I'm standing up for you.' I snort at the text from Elliot and type a quick reply.

'You like anyone that doesn't have a dick.' I hit send and wait for his reply. Another first for me, I don't chat with anyone via text and I don't wait for a response. If you want to say something to me, call me and say what you have to say. Texting back and forth is a complete waste of time for me if you are able to have the ten text conversation in less than two minutes. Somehow, I prefer the texting. For one thing, I don't want to wake up Ana and I also don't want to leave the room to have a conversation with Elliot over the phone right now.

'This is different, Christian. I can see this easily being my longest relationship yet.' I snort again… really?

'So, we're looking at… what? Five dates?' I reply and wait yet again.

'Make jokes all you want, but just wait until you're fighting with Ana when you're standing up for me that did something stupid.' I put the phone over Ana's face to see it under the poor lightning of the phone, but she still looks peaceful and beautiful. I can't imagine having another fight with her, but thinking back over the last couple of days, I'm sure the unimaginable will proof to be very easy indeed.

'She's challenging. I don't think I need to wait long at all to have another fight with Ana. Not that I relish the thought of fighting with her, but she does look hot when she is pissed.' And I can't help but wonder if makeup sex is all that it's said to be. According to Elliot it is the absolute best, but I seriously doubt that there is any better to be had after tonight.

'I have to agree with you there, bro. She looked hot when she stomped into the club after what must have been one hell of an argument with you.' Now this is why I don't like texting. How do put the phone down in the other person's ear if they pissed you off? Prepared to deal with waking up Ana, I hit dial and he answers immediately.

"Fuck off, Elliot." I end the call, put the phone on silent and fall asleep with Ana in my arms.

A/N: Lunch with Elena in Chapter 11. Please review.