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Day 1: Plan A - Annoy

"No"

"Please?"

"I said no"

"But Christian, don't you think we need to discuss this?!" I pushed, clearly Christian won't deny me the chance of explaining things right?

"There's no need to discuss this Ana. You want to go to New York, by yourself, for some Fashion event which I honestly thought you didn't give any care about till now. I won't let you endanger yourself like this. You have no idea the endless threats you're going to face there."

"I won't be alone. Kate's going to be right beside me!" I half yelled.

"Kate will be busy with her work. She is there for work, right? She's not going to be there to ensure your safety. I'm not going to put your safety as risk." Christian just has to make a point, a valid one at that. I flinch a little knowing I might be left alone at some point of time when Kate goes off doing interviews, writing articles and what not. But it's not enough to stop me.

"But Christiaaaaaaaan…." I pleaded, swaying my body like how a 5 year old would - as long as I get what I want.

"I'm not going to agree to this Ana."

"But –"Taking a step forth, I tried to reason with him again.

"No more buts! No means no Ana, that's final, and stop whining" Christian says firmly, holding a tensed index finger up at me, I stop dead in my tracks and I know there's no point asking again – yet.

"Humph!" I huffed, crossing my arms and stamping my right foot before turning around, marching out of his study. Christian simply infuriates me! Patience is a virtue Ana, he'll give in if you try hard enough.

I went straight to the kitchen and see Gail loading up the dishwasher. I propped myself on one of the barstools and sunk my head into my folded arms. I groan loudly, letting out some pent up frustration, knowing that persuading Christian is going to be a complete nightmare, but I try to remain hopeful. As though Gail can feel my frustration, she puts a mug of hot English Breakfast tea before me.

"Thank you Gail. This is exactly what I need to make me feel better." I gave a half-smile, knowing that hot tea won't change the situation, but still grateful for Gail's attentiveness.

"You're welcome Ana," Gail says as she passes me a small jar of sugar cubes, then continuing cleaning up the kitchen. I drop two cubes into my tea, before taking a slow walk back to the bedroom.

Curled up under the cool duvet, I began reading Wuthering Heights again, same copy, fourth time. After a good thirty pages, I heard the slight creek of the bedroom door and turned around to see Christian looking right at me, carefully closing the door behind him.

"It's nearly midnight baby, don't you have work tomorrow?" Christian questions me, his words held a tinge of concern. He climbs into bed, giving me a quick kiss to my lips before pulling the duvet over himself.

"I do. Was just doing some light reading." I say matter-of-factly, waving the tattered book in hand at him.

"Hmm," Christian frowns a little, "you're not still pissed that I didn't allow you to go to New York are you?"

Great, just when I thought that thought finally left my mind, Christian has to remind me. But since he so kindly brought it up, I'll just try another shot at it, no harm done right?

"Yes about that Christian, can you please consider it? I've always wanted to know what's it like to attend one of those fashion shows. You wanted to give me the world remember? This is something I want to do. I want to go to New York with Kate."

With all due respect I never thought I'd stoop this low and use this card against him. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I could see Christian's eyes widen with surprise, maybe even amusement. Good reaction or bad reaction - that I can't figure.

Christian remains silent and he looks like he is truly considering my plea. I drop my book and put my hands over his, gently tugging at it, whining, "Hmmmm? What say you? Please?"

"No," Christian says impassively and I swear I nearly threw my hands up in despair. But I didn't, knowing if I persevered, I may just get Christian to say yes.

I whine like a child, tugging relentlessly at his hands and shake my head showing I won't take 'no' as an answer. Christian lets out a big sigh looking like he was just about to give in – yes – yes Christian yes! – Oh – No.

Christian removes his hands from beneath mine and cups the side of my face gently, brushing his thumbs lightly on my cheeks.

"It's not safe Ana, even if Swayer followed you. New York is a big place and you're someone of high-profile, people know who you are Ana. The paparazzi are going to know about your whereabouts, and you know how rowdy they can be. There will be a lot of other celebrities there too. Crowd control will be too difficult. I can't risk that. I won't lose you again Ana. My heart won't allow it," his last words came out only a whisper, probably remembering the big scare I put everyone through the last time I took things into my own hands.

I agree that's was indeed a horrid experience and I'm truly sorry for putting everyone through that, but this is obviously another thing altogether. Can't Christian see that this does not involve a psychotic armed pervert and equally crazy bitch to follow? We've been living peacefully for more than a year, surely if there was someone who wanted to try to harm us, they'll have already made their move. I know Christian will not compromise on my safety – ever – but I'm sure we can plan something out.

"But you said you've give me the world…" I said in a hush tone, lowering my head, hoping to gain his sympathy. Yes, I know this is shallow, but hey, this will push his buttons for sure.

I half-expected Christian to mechanically deny me the opportunity again, but he did quite the opposite. Christian scoots closer to me, tucks my head under his chin and smooth out my hair. I inwardly smile knowing that pulling this card definitely tugged on his heartstrings.

"I know darling… I know how you feel," Yes Christian, yes! "But this is something I don't feel comfortable doing. I don't like being out of control Ana, you know that. I've already gave up so much of that control with you Ana, for you. I do wish you'd understand." Oh. Goodie.

My conscience stung a little. I didn't realize it's difficult for Christian too.

"Okay," Meaning to say I understand where he's coming from. Lifted my head from under his, I cup his face with my petite hands and gave a quick peck to his lips.

"Okay?" Christian gives me a bewildered look. Probably thinking why I gave up so quickly. But oh no dear Christian, this is only just the beginning.

"Yes. Okay." I gave a nod and smile.

"Hmm, you're acting very strange Mrs. Grey," Christian says, cocking his head to one side, "but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Sleep Mr. Grey," I half-smirk, "I'm tired".

"Yes Ma'am!" Christian mocks salute, gives me a tender kiss before pulling the duvet over the both of us. We drift off to a slumber, legs tangled, his back to mine – Home.

A/N: I present you another one-shot. But this will be with about 4 -5 chapters long. More time for character building I hope. This will continue with 2 more of Ana's plan that will be carried out over the course of 2 days. And then there's that big… …okay I will stop with the tease.

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