Today is my first ever date with Christian Grey and I'm shaking from head to toe with excitement. I stayed with him all night last night after we made love and left early in the morning. It's 12pm now and I'm all showered and ready. I'm dressed in a pale pink jumper with boyfriend jeans and heeled boots, complete with a big coat, scarf and hat. Christian mentioned something about an ice rink and I do not want to be unprepared.

Also, Kate's covering for me. Thank God for her. It's not that my parents would object to me going on a date, but they're more likely to object to who it is. A twenty-four-year-old is certainly not what they want for me at the moment, I know that much. It's going to take a lot of convincing.

"You look lovely honey," mom says kindly to me, sipping a cup of tea in the lounge. "Where is it you're going again?"

"Just to watch a movie with Kate and then chill at hers," I say idly, pretending it's no big deal.

"I hope you have fun," she smiles. "Message me to let me know you're okay."

I give her a quick hug, as well as my dad, and I'm out the door.

The tricky part was figuring out exactly how we were going to meet without my parents seeing. Naturally, Christian had wanted to pick me up but with my folks being in, that wasn't an option. Therefore, we have to drive separately and meet each other there but I'm definitely not complaining. I'd drive to the moon and back in order to see him.

As I get in my car and set off, I think to myself how strange and surreal this really feels. I'm still trying to figure out whether last night was a dream or not. However, from the slight soreness I'm experiencing, I take it that it was extremely real. I can still taste him on my tongue and smell him on my skin. It truly was everything I could have possibly wanted and more.

The place we're meeting is a beautiful little Christmas market just outside of town and I'm in awe as I park and get out. It's reminiscent of Santa's grotto and little hutches adorn every inch of space like a little village, each selling decorations, candy or food. Further on, there's an enormous ice rink and I'm smiling from ear to ear. Moments later, I'm interrupted by a pair of arms circling softly around my waist. I turn around and melt into him. As soon as I look up at him, he leans down to press his lips against mine softly.

"You look adorable," he comments.

"So do you."

He's clad in jeans, boots, an oversized coat and scarf, looking every bit as delectable as he did last night.

"What would you like to do first?" He asks.

"I think I want to skate," I say, taking holding of his hand.

"After you madam," he chuckles and I lead the way.

Switching my boots for hired skates, I sit on the bench next to Christian and think about just how much I can't skate.

"Really?" He laughs, "you can't?"

I shake my head. "I've gone with my friends a few times of course, but I wasn't very good at it, although I did find it extremely fun. I just hope I don't fall," I giggle.

"Well if you do, I promise to catch you," he says sincerely and I can't help but lean in for another kiss.

As soon as we get onto the ice, I almost fall and Christian steadies me, all the while laughing.

"Stop it," I say, playfully swatting him. "How do you know how to skate anyway?" I ask.

"I used to go with my friends when I was younger," he shrugs. "And take my little sister."

"The blonde one?" I ask.

"The blonde one," he confirms.

And so we skate, unsuccessfully with me by his side, but nevertheless we manage to move an inch at a time around the edges. All the while, we talk and get to know each other.

"What do you do?" I ask him. "For work I mean."

"I've just started my own company," he says. "I'm the CEO of a company named Grey's Enterprise and it deals with manufacturing and investments. Communication technology, stuff like that," he explains. "I'm hoping to expand it as much as I can."

"Wow," I whisper. "That's amazing."

"It's always been a dream of mine," he smiles. "With my headquarters being in the centre of town, I moved out here for a little more of a secluded life."

"Same with my parents," I nod. "Our area is extremely quiet."

"So what is it your parents do?" He asks.

"My father is an architect," I say, "my mom owns her own businesses. Carla's, the hair extension salon."

"Oh wow," he remarks. "I've seen that salon in New York I believe?"

I nod. "She has two major headquarters. Here obviously and New York. She's working on getting once up and running in Los Angeles."

"That's fantastic," he smiles. "And what would you like to do?"

"I'm not sure," I say honestly. "I've always wanted to teach but I also love to write. I love children."

He makes a face and I giggle.

"Do you not like children?" I ask.

"Maybe my own," he laughs. "Others, not so much."

Too busy staring up at his beautiful face and laughing, I'm not paying attention to the ice and I fall flat on the floor, bringing Christian with me. I laugh so much my chest starts to hurt and he holds my face in his hands.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he grins.

After freezing our asses off on the ice floor we warm up by grabbing a hot chocolate and a hot dog and eat and drink while walking around all the little stands.

"What would you like for Christmas?" He asks.

"In general or…" I trail off, blushing.

"Or from me?" He grins. "Yes, that's what I meant."

"You don't have to get me anything," I tell him honestly. "Just being with you is enough."

"I'm getting you something regardless," he shrugs. "So it would be worth it to tell me."

I roll my eyes. "Okay fine, but I'm getting you something too."

"Fantastic," he smirks.

"What are you doing for Christmas?" I ask. We've finished eating now and are holding hands as we examine a candy cane stall.

"I'm going to my parents," he smiles. "Which will be nice."

"I hope you have fun," I say sincerely.

"Thank you," he kisses the palm of my hand and lifts up a large sparkly candy cane and hands it to me.

"Something sweet for someone sweet," he says.

I lick the top of it somewhat seductively and I see his eyes smoulder slightly. He smirks.

"You're a spitfire Anastasia Steele. Come on, let's finish looking around before I ravish you on the spot."

When the beautiful clear daylight starts to turn into a starry night we decide it's time to head home. Christian walks me to my car and kisses me gently.

"I had a great day with you Ana," he says honestly. "It was the best date I've had in a really long time."

"Me too," I say shyly.

"See me tomorrow?" He asks.

I nod fervently and kiss him again. "I can't wait."

"And one last question," he says. "What do you say to being my girlfriend? I know you may think it's too soon but we haven't done anything traditionally and screw traditional anyways. I haven't felt this way about anybody before and I want you Ana, I truly do."

I wrap my arms around his neck so tightly I'm afraid I've crushed him.

"Of course," I whisper. "I can't believe this is happening."

He pulls back to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm glad you came around for sugar."

"Me too," I laugh.

And then I feel something wet land on my nose. Then another, followed by another. I look up and see rain falling lightly.

"It's raining," I complain.

Christian catches a drop on his finger and breaks into an enormous grin.

"It's not. It's snowing."

Looking closer, I see he's right and it's snowing gently.

"Oh my gosh," I breathe. "It's actually snowing!"

I'm so excited I'm jumping around and Christian stares at me for a moment before pulling me closer and kissing me with everything he has.

"This is magical," I whisper against his lips.

"You're magical," he breathes hotly.

I feel as if I'm on cloud nine and I thank the stars above. Everything has fallen into place and I couldn't be happier.

I really did get a boyfriend for Christmas after all.

Fin.

So that was my cute fluffy magical Christmas story! I hope you all have the most wonderful Christmas and as always, remember to tell me what you thought. Love always. Elizabeth xox