Quick note before you begin,

Carrick, Grace, Elliot and Mia will share the last name Trevelyan, while Christian will be Grey. Just clearing that up now before there is any confusion.

Warning to everyone: If you hold strong opinions on teenage pregnancy, or are sensitive to talk of abortion, this is probably not the story for you :)

To everyone else, welcome and lets begin...

One Unexpected Night

"What do you expect from me Stephan!?"

Ana laid in her warm cosy bed on the early august morning. She was wrapped in up in her soft, white blanket with her eyes tightly shut. She was trying to get just a few more minutes of sleep. She had been dreaming of her friend Jose from back home and the time they would spend at the lake in summer. In the dream she was mindlessly happy. Of course the newlyweds downstairs had to interrupt that.

"I expect you to support me!" Stephan's booming voice called out next. "Is that really so much for me to ask, Carla, that a wife support her husband"

For the first month of their marriage, Carla and Stephan had been away in Hawaii while Ana stayed with her best friend. Once they returned, they dropped the bombshell on Ana that they would be moving into Bellevue. They had been so happy with their decision – Ana not so much – yet, every day since they had moved in together, they had fought. Five months of fighting. Five months!

If the day ended in a Y, you could guarantee that Stephan and Carla Morton would be fighting. Amazingly, they never ran out of things to fight about either. In the beginning it was over Carla spending too much money, and then it was over Ana being difficult about the move, then it was about Stephan's lack of affection or time spent on the golf course. When Ana would ask her mother why they fought so much, she would smile and shake her head. She would act as if Ana was the clueless one.

But make no mistake, they were very happy.

"I am trying to support you, but you have given me no warning. You cannot expect me to plan a dinner party in under ten hours. Have you seen our house? We still have boxes everywhere. Unless you plan on helping me unpack and making the house look presentable for your boss-"

"Yes, my boss. The boss who pays me my salary for you to buy this big house that you love so much. The boss who pays me the money that goes to your daughter's school tuition. I think the least you can do in return is support me"

"I do support you!"

"Obviously not!"

Ana rolled over to the other side of her bed, the side that faced the bay window. Warm Saturday morning sunlight streamed through onto the white sheets and pale yellow walls. She clenched her eyes tightly together and dreamt of home. She thought of her father and what he may be doing right now. If he were home, he would be whistling along to the radio while he prepared his bait and tackle for a day of fishing. That night he would grill whatever he caught. He wasn't home, though. She had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or if he were safe…

She longed for the quiet comfort of her tiny shoebox sized bedroom in Montesano. She had barely any cupboard space and her large bookshelf that her father handmade took up the majority of the floor space. Every shelf on that bookshelf had been overflowing with books. She proudly displayed her collection and although the rest of her room was a mess, she never let a speck of dust touch those books. Now those same books sat in a box in the corner of her bright, spacious new room.

It didn't feel right to put them on the clean, white shelves that sat either side of her bed. That wasn't her bookcase. They didn't belong there.

"Carla?" Stephan's voice was softer this time. Ana wasn't fooled by the softness "Eammon Kavanagh is one of the most important people in this city. His wife Eloise is on the board of every charity and organization. He has asked to have dinner with my family and I cannot tell him no. It is important that we make a good impression on these people"

"I understand"

"Then why do you fight me on this?" The bitterness returned to his voice "It is just one dinner. All I am asking you to do is cook one dinner and you're acting as if I am asking you to host the Queen of England for a week"

"I…I can try and put something together"

"Good" He said with finality in his voice. "I have welcomed you and your daughter into my life, now you need to start showing me the same respect"

For a moment it sounded like the fighting was over. Ana held her breath in anticipation for the next shout of words or insults either thrown by her mother or Stephan. They were equally as bad as each other when it came to fighting. There was silence. Eventually Stephan's heavy footsteps on the hardwood floors echoed through the house. She followed the sound of his footsteps as he headed towards the front door. She could hear her mother kissing him goodbye and wishing him good luck on the golf field.

"Also" He added. "Make sure your tomboy of a daughter doesn't ruin tonight for me"

"Stephan" Carla gasped as if she were offended. "Anastasia is a good girl"

"She is an accident waiting to happen"

Ana didn't disagree with him on that. Maybe they had actually found something that they agreed on for once?

All her life she had been clumsy. It took her five months to learn to ride a bike because she always fell off. She broke the backlights on her father's truck because she accidently run into it. Ray had laughed and picked her up off the concrete. Even though he knew he didn't have the money to pay for the broken light, he didn't blame Ana. Later that night as she laid in bed she could hear the hushed voices of her parents worrying about how they were going to pay for it. Ray needed his truck for his carpentry work and the only way they would be able to pay for it is if they took out another loan. Yet, they never blamed her.

"God, the last thing I need is for her to ruin the evening for me" He said as he opened the front door "I swear, sometimes I think it may be easier if she were to just live with her father"

Yet another thing that she and Stephan could agree on.

She would drop everything and move in a heartbeat, if it meant being with her father again. Some days she still held hope that he would show up on her doorstep and whisk her away, like a shining knight in a fairy-tale. That wouldn't happen. This was real life and sadly not a fairy-tale. Her father was currently in the middle east serving his country. He had enlisted in the military at the age of eighteen. At the age of twenty-one he returned home for two weeks and met a beautiful girl at a bar. They had a heated, romantic, passionate affair for just two weeks which resulted in Ana. He left the military after she was born and returned to it when she was eleven years old.

The sacrifice he was making to his country was noble and she was immensely proud of him, yet, deep down, there was a twisted, selfish part of her that resented him. If he had never left, he and Carla would still be married. They would still be in Montesano. Ana would still be with the friends she was raised with. She would be in her tiny shoebox bedroom and happy.

It was egotistical of her to think that way. As if the world revolved around her and how she felt.

She kicked the covers of the bed off her small body and rolled off the high mattress. Her feet padded along the polished floors that her mother had renovated once they brought the house. She had redone the floors and painted every wall. They even had the outside panelling painted from a gross grey to a light white. As she passed the bay window, she saw Stephan on the U shaped driveway getting into his shiny convertible. The engine revved as he sped down the suburban, tree-lined street.

"Ass" She whispered to no one.

"Ana!" She jumped at the sound of a fist banging against her door. "Sweetie, are you awake?"

She was now.

Without an answer, Carla slowly opened the door and stepped inside. "Good" She said with a pleasant grin on her full, cupid shaped lips. Her lips and blue eyes were the only two features that she and Ana shared. It was the only two features that Ana felt as if made her beautiful. She was always complimented on her sky blue eyes. She was still trying to work out if having lips like Angelina Jolie was a good thing or not.

Carla was dressed in her usual white trousers and cream coloured top. A beautiful pearl necklace sat around her neck, a large diamond ring on her finger, her once earthy coloured makeup had changed into sophisticated white's and creams. There were no paint stains on her now perfectly manicured French-tip nails. No happy smile lines on her now Botox injected face. The injections had been a wedding present from Stephan. The only resemblance of her old self was the way she wore her caramel blonde hair. She secured it with one butterfly clip with loose strands cupping her youthful façade.

"I am going to need your help today" She informed Ana "Stephan invited his boss and his family over for dinner" She then murmured under her breath "He didn't exactly give me a lot of notice"

"I heard" She sighed and plopped down onto the cushioned bench beneath her window bay. Her mother had it installed as a place for Ana to read. She really was trying to make this house a home. "Do I have to come?"

"Yes!"

"Wouldn't it be better if I went to the library? Or to the movies?" Ana suggested "Stephan's boss is a big deal. This night needs to be perfect for him. I would hate to do anything that would jeopardize that…"

A look of sympathy washed over her mother's face. Her mother's hands dropped from her hips as she made her way to her daughter. She sat down beside her on the bench, placing a gentle hand on her waist. Ana's waist was the width of her mother's hand, yet another thing she wasn't sure if she should be insecure about or not.

Family members and friends would call her pretty or beautiful. It would be weird if they didn't. When Ana looked in the mirror and saw her big eyes too round for her face, or her cartoonish lips that looked swollen, she didn't see beauty. At fourteen when her friends started dying their hair, Ana had asked her mother if she could. Carla shrieked and told Ana to never touch her beautiful mahogany hair. That it was perfect. Ana didn't find it perfect when the weight of it would make her sweat like a pig in summer and she could never completely run a comb through it without it knotting.

Her mother was beautiful. She and her mother looked little alike.

"I am sorry you had to hear that" Ana believed she meant it when she said that. "Stephan is stressed. Eammon Kavanagh is very important in this city. It is an honour to be hosting him for the evening. If it goes well, Stephan will be invited to socialize with men just like him. We'll be invited to more parties, to network with more people. This is important to his career"

Stephan Morton was the new accountant at Kavanagh Media, one of the leading Media companies in the north-west. He had left his Texas office to come work for Mr. Kavanagh in Seattle. Just as Carla had left the small town of Montesano for something bigger and better.

"I don't get it" Ana suddenly said as she looked to her mother. "I don't understand why you would want to be with someone like him?"

"Anastasia…"

"I am being serious, Mum. You're only thirty-seven, you're still young. You could find a really nice man to settle down with. A family man who doesn't spend all of his free time on a golf course"

"What? Like your father?"

"I am sure he is still available"

Carla smiled "One day you'll understand…"

"I am not a child. I understand now. You're forgetting I am seventeen-"

"Not for six more weeks!" Carla rose herself off of the bench. "One day you're going to fall in love with a boy who your father and I won't be able to stand. In our eyes, he is going to be completely wrong for you, but you won't care. You will be so helplessly in love that you won't be able to see anything else. You're going to think – as your father always said – that the sun shines out of his ass!"

That sounded exactly like something her father would say.

"Now, go brush your teeth and get dressed. I am going to need your help in the kitchen"

She had never seen him smile in the short year that he had known him, as much as he did tonight. As he laughed and joked around with his boss about insensitive topics that made Ana cringe to hear, a smile never left his tired face. Until tonight, Ana had no idea that he had it in him to smile. She didn't even know he had an awkward gap between his two front teeth.

After each insensitive comment about the war in the Middle East, politics, or the new secretary at the office, their wives would smile and politely laugh. Eammon had made the mistake of saying that his wife was the worst tennis player he had ever seen, even though he was forking out cash for her to get lessons. At least Eloise retorted, commenting on her husband's less than average swing on the golf course and the numerous times she had beat him.

The Kavanagh's had also brought their daughter Katherine – or Kate for short – to the party. She sat opposite Ana at the dinner table, smiling and adding bits of information to the conversation. She seemed well versed in what was going on in The Middle East. Eammon seemed proud of his daughter's knowledge, while Stephan turned up his lip in annoyance and sipped at his wine. Like, Ana, she often rolled her eyes after each one of her father's stupid jokes.

Ana assumed that the girl sitting before her was at least in college. Probably a smart college too. From her extensive knowledge, and her womanly figure, she would never have guessed that she was in the year above Ana and also attended Bellevue Academy – The school Ana would soon be attending. From Eloise's bragging, she learnt that Kate was the head of the student council, as well as the student newspaper. During the summer holidays she had volunteered at a soup kitchen. She also spent her summer interning for her father's media company. And she did all of this while maintaining silky, strawberry blonde locks, glowing, tanned skin, and a radiant white, beauty-queen, smile.

In other words, she was perfect.

Once there was a break in conversation, Eloise spoke up. "Anastasia, are you excited to be starting at Bellevue Academy? It is a wonderful school. It must be a big change from what you're used to"

"She is" Carla said with a proud smile. "I heard that almost sixty percent of graduates attend an Ivy League college. That is just amazing. Kate, have you thought of what school you'll be attending next year? I know my Ana has hopes of going to NYU. She has the grades to attend a college like that, but I would much prefer her to stay here in Washington"

"I hear Washington State University is a good school" Kate said with a smile Ana's way "I hope to go to Harvard…just like my Daddy"

Eammon Kavanagh smiled and winked to his daughter. "That's my girl" He gleamed "Our older son Ethan is currently at Harvard studying psychology. My sweetie Kate wants to follow in my footsteps and study journalism. Give it ten years and she'll be a lead host on 60 Minutes or CNN"

"The world will know the name Katherine Kavanagh!" Eloise grinned.

They really were proud of their daughter. Why wouldn't they be?

Kate then looked to Ana "What about you?" She asked. She quirked one eyebrow up at her "Have you given any thought to what you're going to study?" When Ana paused, Kate quickly added. "Oh, let me guess! You'll probably study something like art or music"

"Close. I…I want to study English Literature-"

"Not with my money" Stephan huffed from the end of the table. He probably had no idea that he said it.

"I wouldn't need your money, Stephan. I am not sure if you're aware but women have been allowed to work and earn their own money for quite some time now"

Stupid, she thought the moment the words left her lips. You should've stayed quiet. You've given him exactly what he wanted, another reason to hate you. A silence fell across the table and Ana quickly hung her head in shame. She could see from the corner of her eyes her mother was speechless. Eammon Kavanagh didn't seem to care, he just took another bite of his pork. Kate gently padded her napkin across her lips to hide the laugh she concealed behind a smile.

Eloise broke the silence. "What an interesting choice!"

"Ana is an avid reader" Carla quickly added. "I am not sure where she gets it from. Her father and I weren't big readers. I would much prefer for her to study something useful like communications, business, or law. God knows that she has the brains for it. I know that if I could go back and study something more useful than Art History, I would"

If you could go back and not get pregnant at twenty and not drop out of school, you would as well, Ana thought. This time she kept her mouth shut.

With a clearing of his throat, Stephan quickly changed the topic to something boring…like golf. It was the only thing he ever talked about and Eammon seemed more than happy to entertain him. Ana turned back to her meal, suddenly less interested in the piece of meat that sat on her plate. From across the table Ana could see Kate smiling with an amused look in her hazel green eyes. She reached for her glass of water and took a sip to hide her smile. Ana looked away, but when she looked back again, Kate was still staring.

It was as if she were studying her.

"Carla?" She said suddenly.

"Yes, dear"

"Would you mind if I stole Ana tonight?"

What?

"A few girlfriends and I are having a sleepover. Ana is more than welcome to come if she likes. It may be a good opportunity for her to make friends before the school year"

"That would be wonderful!" Carla grinned in delight.

"I am not sure-" Ana tried to politely decline the offer.

"Oh, come on" Kate said "What better things do you have to do on a Saturday night? Trust me; we are going to have loads of fun"

The way she said it worried Ana.

She was told not to worry about packing a bag since Kate's friend Mia was about the same size as Ana. She was dragged outside into the cool, summer night air and was forced to wait on her front lawn for Mia to come pick them up. As they waited, they didn't say much. Kate stared into the reflection of her phone and began to untangle her hair from the bun that it was in. Why was she worrying about her hair when they were going to a sleepover? Ana briefly thought, but didn't have much time to think about it. Within five minutes a blue hatchback was pulling up outside of Ana's home.

"Ladies, how are we tonight?" The girl – who Ana assumed was Mia – asked. She was a pretty girl with short black hair that touched her shoulders. Like Ana, her eyes were too big for her face, but Mia made it look cute. Not cartoonish at all.

One thing that Ana noticed was how the girl was dressed. She wore a tight blue top, tucked into a black high waisted skirt. Her makeup was just as dark as her skirt to show off her pretty brown eyes, and her perfume was strong enough to capture all the air in the car. She didn't look at all as if she were dressed for a sleepover, more like a nightclub.

"Ana, this is Mia Trevelyan. Mia this is Ana Steele" Kate introduced the two. Mia offered her a friendly smile before pulling out onto the road again. The car swerved, tossing Ana across the back seat.

As she straightened herself up, she watched Kate in the front seat begin to remove her clothing. She pulled her black blouse above her head and tossed it into the back. She wore a white and floral bralette underneath. "Ana is new here. She is going to Bellevue Academy in the fall, so I thought it a good idea for her to meet some classmates…"

"I thought we were going to a sleepover?" Ana asked from the back.

She watched as Kate removed the belt that sat on her hips and pulled her pale blue jeans up to her waist. She tussled her blonde hair until it sat in bouncy waves over her shoulder and grabbed a pink lipstick from the car compartment to spread across her lips. She was definitely not going to a sleepover.

"Our parents think we're going to a sleepover" She said as she glanced over her shoulder to Ana. She suddenly no longer looked like a mature adult. She looked like a seventeen year old girl. "But we are going to a party. Mia's brother Elliot is holding one at their house. He holds a big party every summer"

"A party!?" She panicked "I would be grounded for life if my parents found out I went to a party-"

"Well, it is a good thing that they won't find out" Mia winked at Ana from over her shoulder. She smiled to the girl. "Don't worry, so much. My parents are out of town on a cruise in Alaska. We have the whole place to ourselves"

Kate glanced back to Ana in the backseat "You're a cute, sixteen year old girl who should be out on a Saturday night, not locked away at home with your mother and step-father. I promise you, Ana, tonight is going to change your life!"

The two girls giggled about that.

Mia's house was only a block away from Ana's. During the short car ride, Ana felt her nerves build and build. Once the sight of the mansion came into the view, Ana felt as if she were going to be sick all over the floor of Mia's hatchback. The cool air outside came as a relief to her. She stood by the car, catching her breath with Kate by her side. Mia had already run off to greet a few of her friends who were just arriving with a case of beer under their arm.

"Take your hair out" Kate ordered her.

"What?"

"Take your hair out of the ponytail" Kate did it for her. She ran her long nails through the long thick strands and styled it with half resting over her shoulder and the other half running down her back. "Pull your skirt up to your waist and tuck your shirt in" Ana did as she said. She pulled the maroon red skirt up until it sat against her waist and tucked in her long sleeved cream coloured top. "Perfect!"

Walking in with Kate, she felt insecure, but she also felt…noticed. People turned to look at Kate as she walked into the beautiful home. There were people everywhere, people making out against walls, people doing keg-stands and playing beer pong. There were a group of teenagers in the living room sitting in a circle smoking what looked to be a cigarette. Ana stopped in her tracks to figure out why they would share the same cigarette, but then quickly realized what they were doing and hurried to catch up with Kate.

As she walked, she dodged crowds of people. Some were too drunk to notice her and almost spilt their drinks on her, others took too much notice of her. The boys that stared made her feel like a piece of meat under the eyes of ravenous dogs. She tried to pull her skirt down lower to cover more of her behind as she walked, but it was useless. Relax, she told herself, for once in your life, be sixteen.

She was led into the white, spacious kitchen where cans of beer and bottles of alcohol – that Ana had never heard of before – were laid out on the island bench. A girl was sat on top of the bench, making out with a boy. A group of other boys were huddled in the corner watching some video on their phone. Everyone looked to be having a good time, and so should she. Kate grabbed a red solo cup then turned to the fridge and pulled out cranberry juice, and a bottle of what looked like vodka. She made quick work of putting a drink together.

"Here" She held the cup out to Ana "This is a good first timer's drink"

Ana lifted the cup to her lips and tasted her sip of alcohol. It was a strong, stinging, sweet taste that warmed her as she drank it. Her second sip wasn't as strong and by her third there was no more sting. She went to take another gulp, but Kate quickly stopped her.

"No, slow down!" She smiled "If you drink like that you'll be passed out in the garden by midnight"

"You look good tonight, Kitty-Kat" A large teenage boy that looked more like a man than a boy came up behind Kate. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her hair.

"Uggh, Elliot!" She quickly moved out of his hold as if she were repulsed by him. Ana didn't understand why since he was a good looking guy. He was also Mia's brother, yet looked nothing like her with curly blonde hair and baby blue eyes.

"Can I help you?" She raised an eyebrow at him "Or are you just going to stand there staring at my ass?"

His lips rose up in a mischievous smile. His baby blue eyes lifted from Kate's and lazily fell on Ana. She quickly diverted her eyes elsewhere. She wasn't good at talking to boys. "Who's your friend?" He asked with a nod of his head in her direction.

"Ana Steele" Kate quickly grasped Ana's hand "She is going to be attending Bellevue Academy next semester, and she is my friend so don't even think about getting your grubby hands on her!" Kate tossed her hair over her shoulder and confidently turned her back on Elliot "Come on, let's go dance"

Once they were out of the kitchen and out of ear-shot from Elliot, Ana whispered to Kate. "I think he has a crush on you"

Kate threw her head back as she howled from laughter. "Oh, you really are innocent, aren't you Ana. We definitely need to change that tonight. Elliot Trevelyan has a huge crush on me. I lost my virginity to him in freshman year, but then a week later he slept with Dixie Ellsworth. Total slut. After that I told him that he was never coming near me again and ever since he has been trying to get with me. It's going to take a lot more than him just starring at my ass and telling me I am hot in order to win me over"

Ana laughed at that.

As the girls turned the corner into the living room, Ana's body collided against something firm, tall, and warm. She stumbled back from the shocking impact and into Kate. The mixed Vodka in her cup spilt over the edges and down her dark blouse. "Oh no…" She whispered. She looked up to see who or what she had run into, and found angry grey eyes staring back at her. Not only had she spilt the drink on herself, but she also spilt it onto the furious boy's grey sweatshirt.

"Watch where you're going, Grey!" Kate snapped at the person Ana had run into.

"I am so sorry!" Ana panicked. Her eyes scanned the room for tissue or paper towel in order to clean her mess, but she found nothing. He said nothing but stared at the girl. His stare was intense to stay the least. It made Ana feel smaller than what she already was. He showed no emotion what-so-ever. Was he angry Ana spilt her drink on him? Sad? Happy? She had no way of knowing.

His dark copper hair was pushed off his forehead as if he had been running his fingers through it. Ana wondered what it would be like to run her fingers through it, but quickly pushed the idea aside. Those few sips of vodka were already doing strange things to her head. "I didn't see you there. I really am sorry. My shirt is ruined too if that means anything…to you…"

He pushed past both Kate and Ana and marched into the kitchen.

Ana let out the breath that she was holding once he stormed past. She had no idea that she had even been holding her breath. She couldn't help it. He was intense.

"So, you've met Christian Grey"

"Who?" She asked.

"Christian Grey" Kate told her "And don't look at him with those puppy-dog eyes. You can dance or make out with any boy here, but leave him alone"

"Why, do you have a crush on him?"

Kate cringed. "No, but every girl at Bellevue Academy has had a crush on Christian Grey"

"But not you?"

"No!" She was adamant about that. "Trust me when I say he is bad news" A shiver run down her spine. "Truthfully, I don't even know how he was accepted into Bellevue Academy and on scholarship. He must have a guardian angel looking out for him or something"

Kate really didn't like him.

Although Ana agreed to stay away from him, she couldn't stop thinking about those grey eyes.

As Kate continued to feed Ana more and more drinks until her inhibitions were a thing of the past. She no longer cared if anyone looked at her dancing. She wasn't scared to try a new drink. She was simply having fun and for the first time ever, she felt completely carefree. She was able to dance with Kate and sing along to the sexual, violent music that her mother would never allow her to listen to. She felt like a sixteen year old.

Kate danced with Ana in the group of horny teenagers. Everyone was grinding against each other in a slow sensual way that hypnotized Ana. She wondered what it would feel like to dance with someone in that way. She tried to copy the girl's movement by slowly spinning and twirling hips. The movement probably looked sloppy and uncoordinated, but in Ana's drunken mind she felt like a goddess. Elliot joined the crowd of people that were dancing, but he wasn't alone. He started dancing with a girl that no one really noticed. She was shocked and surprised when she felt Elliot's hands on her body. The biggest smile spread over her lips. Elliot didn't seem to care about her since his eyes were on Kate.

"Jerk" Kate hissed under her breath.

Elliot spun the girl around so she was facing him. The girl seemed more than happy to kiss him when their lips came together. The kiss looked like something Ana would see in one of those sappy romance movies that her mother loved. Elliot was a good actor. He didn't care at all for the kiss. He opened his eyes to look directly at Kate.

And she turned her back on him. "I am getting another drink, want one?"

Ana quickly gave a nod of her head. Kate disappeared from the crowd of people to go fetch another drink. She noted how quickly Elliot let go of the girl to follow Kate into the kitchen, but didn't think too much about it. She was having too much fun to care.

Ana continued to dance by herself. She ran her hands through her long hair that was starting to stick to her due to sweat. There was a voice inside her worrying about what would happen when she returned home in the morning. Would she be hungover tomorrow? Would she stink of alcohol and second-hand smoke?

That voice was pushed to the back of her mind and she let herself move with the music.

Ana closed her eyes and moved to the bass. The slow sexual lyrics describing things that would make sober Ana blush, moved her. She let the lyrics seduce her body. She was twirling her hips without even thinking about it. When she opened her eyes again, she saw grey ones looking back at her. The intense stare made her stop in her tracks.

Even in the darkness of the lounge room Christian Grey's grey eyes shone. He was now sitting on one of the lounges in the living room. He had a beer in his hand that he drank from as he watched Ana. She glanced over her shoulder to see who he could be looking at, but he was definitely looking at her. His gaze never lifted off of her, even though she had caught him staring.

She felt a sudden surge of confidence with his eyes on her. She began to dance again. Her movements became slower and more sensual. Her eyes hungry. She wanted him to join her. She wanted him to dance with her. She tried to interest him and compel him closer. He wasn't moving, he was just watching her. She ran her fingers through her thick hair. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she desperately tried to bring him closer. Her hands moved from her hair, to the fabric of her shirt and then her skirt. For a moment he looked as if he were going to go to her, but a group of people passing by stopped him.

She wasn't sure why – given how rudely he had acted before – but she wanted him. Badly.

Quite possibly, the mixture of vodka and beer that she had been drinking had something to do with it. She also wanted to rebel for one night. She didn't want to be the Anastasia Steele who sat alone in her room every Friday and Saturday night while her peers where out having fun. She didn't want to be the girl who stood in the corner of a room always timid and ashamed to speak up. She wanted to be vengeful and do something that her mother would be appalled by. Her mother had broken her father's heart and forced Ana to live with a man who obviously hated her. There was once a time that she was happy with the life she had, with the marriage she had, with the daughter she had. These days all she wanted was for everything to change. She wanted things to be perfect. She wanted her daughter to fit the perfect mould that she was trying to build.

Just for one night, Ana didn't want to fit that mould.

He finished the last of his drink and placed the bottle down on the coffee table. Suddenly, he stood and walked towards the archway of the living room. Ana didn't want him to leave. She quickly weaved herself through the crowd, unapologetically pushing people out of her way to get to him. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his warm wrist, pulling him closer.

"Dance with me!"

He glanced over his shoulder and shook his head. "I don't dance"

"You've been watching me"

"Yes"

"Then why won't you dance with me?" She tried to give him a convincing smile, but he still wasn't showing any emotion. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No"

"Then dance with me. Just for one song"

"Did your friend tell you who I was?"

"Yes"

"And you still want to dance with me?"

She eagerly gave a nod of her head. She stepped away from him with her hand still wrapped around his wrist. She pulled him towards the crowd of people. He looked conflicted. It was the first sign of emotion that Ana had seen from him. Finally he gave in with a sigh. The crowds of teenagers wrapped around them. Ana turned around and with greedy hands, he pulled her in close. Her back was firmly pressed to his warm chest. It was awkward at first. More and more people joined the group of dancers, forcing Ana and Christian closer together. His hands wrapped around her waist. He began to guide her hips on how to move with him and slowly they fell into sync. She had never felt a man's body like this before. She had never been so close to someone. She wanted to be closer.

"I don't even know your name" He whispered roughly in her ear. His voice sent shivers through her body. His lips were just a breath from her neck

"Anastasia" She called out over the music.

She reached back, wrapping her hand into the back of his copper hair, pulling him in closer until his lips touched the heartbeat pounding against her throat. The feel of his hair between her fingers felt just as good as she imagined. His lips felt even better.

"Anastasia"

She didn't remember much after that.

How did I go? Should I continue?

Please let me know! :)