Phoebe and Trevor arrive at a hotel with his friends somewhere in Northern California. Phoebe looks around as they walk across the dark parking lot, and this is the first time in the ten days that they've been on the road that she feels nervous about the lack of security. She can hear people shouting obscenities, which is not something she's used to. She's heard some choice words come out of her father's mouth, but nothing like this. She can hear a woman screaming, like she is being beaten.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Phoebe whispers to Trevor as he unlocks the door to their hotel room.

"Phoebe, we can't get involved."

"But that sounds so horrible" Phoebe says as they hear the distinct sound of glass breaking. Phoebe flinches.

"Baby, you are great for wanting to help. But we don't know those people. They could be crazy, they could have a gun…."

One of Trevor's friends overhears and teases him. "In that case maybe you should check it out, Trev."

"Fuck off" he says to them and then turns back to Phoebe and gives her an apologetic look. She doesn't like when he talks like that. "Come on, let's get away from these clowns."

Trevor leads Phoebe into their room, switches the light on and locks the door behind him. He watches Phoebe slowly walk into the room and take in her surroundings. The pillows on the bed are flat and worn. The bedspread is dirty and it smells like wet socks. Phoebe scrunches her face but quickly recovers when Trevor positions himself in front of her. "Finally, we are alone."

"Yeah" she says nervously and looks around the room again. The lampshade by the bed has a few holes in it and some of the dresser drawers are missing handles. All of the places they've stayed while on the road were in similar conditions, but this is the first time they get a room to themselves without having to share with some of his friends. This is the first time she is really alone with him without security, friends or family members.

He takes her hands in his and tries to get her to relax. "I know we talked about this, but if you don't want to…."

"Yes I do. I'm just…. I need to freshen up. I'm not feeling very attractive after being in the car all day."

Trevor leans in close to her face. "You are always attractive to me." He kisses her slowly and gently, and she wraps her arms around his neck and returns the kiss. As he kisses her, he can feel her body start to relax, so he reaches around in front of her and removes her jacket. Their lips part momentarily as he slides the jacket off of her. Next he fingers the hem of her shirt, and she raises her arms, giving him permission to remove it. They continue to kiss, and his tongue starts to invade her mouth. She places her hand on the back of his head to deepen the kiss, and then feels his fingers on the hem of her jeans.

She stops the kiss and places her hand on his chest. He doesn't say anything to her, just stares into her blue eyes as he catches his breath. She reaches up and slowly unbuttons his shirt. When there are only two buttons left she tilts her head up again and kisses him. She removes his shirt and it falls to the floor. Trevor places his hands on Phoebe's hips and trails kisses down her cheek, down her neck and down her throat, and smiles when he hears her groan. He doesn't want to scare her, so he slowly picks her up at her thighs and wraps her legs around him. She smiles and reciprocates by trailing kisses down his cheek, his neck and his throat.

He walks over to the bed and lays her down, climbs on top of her and resumes kissing as much of her body that she will allow. When he reaches her stomach he unzips her jeans and slowly removes them. Phoebe starts to feel nervous about this, but she allows him to continue. He trails kisses down her thigh until he reaches her knee, and then does the same with the other thigh. When he places his hand on the hem of her panties he feels her flinch, so he stops and climbs on top of her again. His lips find hers and he kisses her slowly and gently. As he kisses her he tries for her panties again, but she panics and tries to push him off of her.

"No, I can't, I can't, I'm sorry" she says breathlessly. She sits up and grabs her head in panic and embarrassment.

"It's okay" he coos. "Baby calm down, it's okay." He removes her hands from her head and holds them in his. "Breathe" Phoebe does as she's told and looks him in the eye as she breathes. She just wants to crawl up in a ball and cry. She wanted so badly to have sex with him, and she thought she was ready. But her body is telling her otherwise.

"I'm sorry Trevor" she says softly when she is able to catch her breath. He picks his shirt up off the floor and helps her put it on. "I don't know what happened, I…."

"It's okay. You don't need to explain. You're not ready."

"I thought I was. I really wanted to do this."

"So did I" he says to her and watches her button up the shirt. "But I don't want to do anything you are not ready for. We'll just wait."

Phoebe looks up and gives him a shocked expression. "You'll wait?"

Trevor chuckles. "Phoebe, do you honestly think I'm with you just to have sex with you? We've been going out for four months and we haven't had sex. What does that tell you?"

Phoebe looks away from him and pouts. "I'm sorry. It's just that guys talk about sex all the time, like it is super important to be having it, and if you're not, you're not cool."

Trevor moves and sits next to her, puts his arm around her and kisses her cheek. "My friends are asses, Phoebe. I've been friends with them since kindergarten, so I don't see myself distancing myself from them just because they are focused on sex. This is just high school, I'm sure they'll grow out of it."

Phoebe is still pouting, but she chances a look at her boyfriend. "Are they going to give you a hard time because your girlfriend doesn't put out?"

Trevor tightens his grip around her. "Put out? Phoebe, please don't talk like that. You are not some thing I am going to come home to do every Friday night. You are my girlfriend, and I feel great when I am with you. I know it's only been four months, but it is definitely the longest relationship I've had. I think we are good together. And when we are both ready, we will do it. Okay?" He smiles and kisses her nose.

"Okay" she returns the smile and kisses him.

When Trevor pulls his face away from hers, he looks down at his shirt on Phoebe and tugs on it. "I like my shirt on you."

Phoebe starts to relax and giggles before kissing him again.

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Christian and Ana bathe Natalie together since they know she will fuss about the cuts on her chin and knee. Ana sits in the bath with her as they wash her together, careful to avoid her cuts. Ana keeps her distracted with bath toys while Christian washes her hair. She cries when the soap drips down her face and over her cuts, so Christian scrambles to get a cold wet wash cloth to cover the cut. Ana looks at him with appreciation, but he is focused on Natalie's cut and doesn't notice. She watches him as he talks to her and calms her down, and a single tear drips down her face. Once Natalie is settled he looks at his wife and sees the tear.

"Baby what's wrong?" he asks her softly.

"Nothing" she says, bringing the back of her hand to her nose and leaving some bubbles on her face. Christian laughs, grabs a hand towel and gently wipes the soap bubbles away. "Thank you."

"I think we're done in here. I'll take her and get her dressed. You relax" he commands as he lifts Natalie out of the tub. He grabs a towel, dries her off and lifts her again. Ana watches her husband leave their bathroom with Natalie in his arms, and feels another tear forming when he makes their daughter giggle. He's tickling her.

Ana stands at the doorway to Natalie's bedroom and melts at what she sees. She will never get enough of seeing Christian with their children. Natalie is cuddled in his lap and he is reading one of her books to her. Ana continues to watch and listen as he settles their daughter and puts her to bed. Christian doesn't realize that she is standing there until after he kisses Natalie good night and walks out of her room. "How long have you been standing here?"

"Long enough to fall in love with you all over again" she murmurs. Christian leans his forehead against hers. "This week has been so dark Christian. I can't go through that again. I need you."

Christian takes her hand in both of his and kisses her knuckles. "I need you too. And I need our daughter to come home." He lets out a long frustrated sigh. "Anastasia, every minute she's out there, I…. I find it hard to breathe. I don't know where she is and I don't know what she's doing. I hate not having that control. It….. it terrifies me."

Ana reaches up and runs her hand through his hair and down his cheek. She then runs her hand over his ever growing facial hair. "I know this hurts. It hurts me too. I worry about her every minute of every day. But we can't give up, Christian. We need to take care of ourselves and each other, we need to work and have proper meals and get a decent amount of sleep. Phoebe would want us to do that."

Christian frowns at the mention of Phoebe, but then looks at his wife and gets an idea. "I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Come" he commands and takes her hand, leading her back to their bedroom. At first Ana thinks he wants kinky sex, but he doesn't stop in their bedroom. Instead, he picks up a chair and leads her into the bathroom. He leaves go of her hand and pulls some things out of their bathroom closet. When he brings them over to the counter she starts to understand what he wants.

"You want me to shave you?"

"Yes" he answers her quickly as he sets everything down and grabs a towel.

"You sure?"

Christian walks over to Ana and places his hands on her hips. "I think we can both use this, don't you?" Ana nods, and Christian briefly kisses her.

"I could certainly do without having you kiss me with that thing on your face" she teases.

"Could you now?" he teases back and rubs his face up and down her cheek, causing her to giggle. "I will never get tired of that sound. Now, Mrs Grey" he says as he takes both of her hands in his and holds them between their chests. "Will you shave me?"

"With pleasure, Mr Grey. Sit" she commands, and he does what he is told. She takes the towel from him and wraps it around his neck. "Head back." She slowly rubs the shaving cream over his facial hair, concentrating hard on where her fingers are and not on his eyes, which are staring into hers at the moment. Once his face is covered she rinses her hands and grabs the razor. "Ready?"

"Mmmm" he gently moans in response.

"I'll take that as a yes." He closes his eyes as she starts to shave him. She is careful with every stroke not to cut him. When she is finished she is pleased with herself and what she sees. She takes a moment to take in the site of her beautiful husband's face. His eyes are still closed, and she watches a smile slowly form on his face. "Done"

He opens is eyes and immediately finds Ana's. They smile at each other before he stands and positions himself in front of her. "Better?"

"Much" she says and wraps her arms around his neck. He kisses her softly and sweetly.

"Thank you Mrs Grey."

"We should head down stairs" she says to him. "Teddy will be here any minute." The sound of his name changes Christian's mood. His son had heard from Phoebe and didn't contact him to let him know. He is still burned by that and fully intends to have a talk with his son about it. Ana can sense the change in his mood. "Christian, I know you are upset about Phoebe, but our son is coming home tonight. Can we please be happy about that, just for tonight?"

Christian frowns, but he nods in agreement. Ana wraps her arms around him and hugs him tight.