Hi! So, this is my first time writing a fifty shades story… and first time writing smut, God I'm so scared! If anybody has any feedback I would forever thank you!

Nights were starting to take a toll on me.

I gripped the biology book in my hands tighter, as if that could somehow will the blurry letters into taking shape. The ecosystems test was the next day and I hadn't studied a thing. It had always been one of my least favorite topics, even though Biology was one of my favorite subjects, and for that I had put off studying for as long as I could, making a study sheet two weeks ago and reading it every now and then, trying to memorize the types and subtypes instead of actually understanding them, and now I was screwed.

If I failed this test it wouldn't only mean that my grade would drop, a grade I needed to get the scholarships I am applying to, but it would also mean that my grade dropped in one of the easiest subjects only because I was too lazy to study…

I blinked harder, forcing the fogginess in my mind to dissipate, I would not fail.

I would not fail, I would not fail.

I can't afford to.

Realizing my efforts were useless I let the textbook sit on my bed as I got up and started walking around my small room, hoping the insignificant exercise would help me. I just needed a little break so I took my socks off and let my feet feel the carpet underneath, cooling my body a notch. Despite the falling snow outside, my room had always managed to stay hot in both winter and summer, and between the growing heat and the sleepiness, it wasn't a good place to be at if I wanted to learn anything. Problem was, there was simply nowhere else to go; our house was small, two same-size bedrooms, one bathroom, one kitchen and a garage outside that resembled more a black hole rather than an additional room; with so little place we had to find a way to manage how to store stuff, and so anything that needed to be fixed, worked to fix stuff and generally random stuff like old magazines and childhood toys were stuffed in the garage, even if sometimes the car couldn't get in.

I was just starting to do crunches, considering the walk wasn't helping when I heard a knock on the window.

It couldn't be.

My wrist watch showed it was 1:37 A.M. and even though it wasn't a strange hour for him, it was impossible he was now outside, not with this weather.

Still, I slowly made my way to the window, fully aware of the fact that I was only on my panties and t-shirt, ready to scream if it was some creep waiting. Or Miss Scaven's cat with a dying rat again. Not that I had much qualms with roaders, but I drew a line when the rat was bigger than the fat feline and ready to attack, no matter how "almost dying" it was.

It had to be 14 FH outside, the snow covered two feet up the grass already as the wind blew heavily through the trees, and still Christian had managed to get here from his house and looking, of course, virtually unaffected by the cold.

"Ahhh, thank God." He whispered as he came inside, giving me a peck on the cheek and walking straight to the heater on the corner, rubbing his hands on the hot air.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed, crossing my arms at the now cold bedroom. He lifted an eyebrow, confused.

"Emm… what we always do when I come here?" He shrugged and added, unsure "I hope?"

"Christian, there is a fricken snow storm outside! Your motorbike isn't even outside, did you walk all the way down here?"

"It's just a little snow." He waved a hand carelessly, dismissing my worries. "And I left it where I always do, so your mom doesn't see it." He stated as if I had forgotten how I had asked that of him when we started this little arrangement.

I wanted to tell him I was studying, that I didn't have time for doing this, and I would have, if it weren't for the storm. I wouldn't ask him to go back outside with the weather like that.

"Just… when the weather is like this, don't come, you can't be that desperate."

He grinned.

"Never underestimate me, Ana." He said playfully. "So, how was your day? Any progress with Bio?"

I ignored his questions, and more importantly, how natural they were as if we were old friends catching up. Lately this easiness Christian had seemed to be getting worse. We started this about three month ago after working on a group assignment for methodology class. Christian was a player, the rich bad boy who never settled with anybody, who wouldn't keep a girlfriend for more than a few days, and that had been why I had taken him into my room that afternoon. Christian wouldn't want anything permanent, just like me, and we would be two people blowing off some steam but what I expected would be a one or two times thing had turned into a month, and a month into two until he started staying longer, just talking instead of bolting out the window.

On the school it was even weirder. We used to almost never cross paths, and if we did we just kept walking. Now I sometimes looked up to find him staring at me when he was supposed to be listening to his friends.

Whatever was happening to him it had to stop. Nothing good could come out of it.

"About that…" I said casually, walking to my bed and picking up the heavy book. "I'm studying so we won't do anything. You can stay since it's freezing outside but I'm busy."

"How long have you been with that?" He jutted his chin toward the hardback. I had expected he would shrug and leave like he had done the times before, so his question took me off guard.

"Mmm… I don't know, two hours maybe. Why?"

"C'mon, you're telling me you didn't come home and went straight up to start studying?"

"I did other things." I lied, offended at the fact that I was, apparently, so predictable. "And now I need to study."

He smiled and looked at me, not a sly grin like the many he would give me before I wrapped my arms around his neck, this was an authentic smile, happy even and it made me more uncomfortable. I couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at me like that.

"You always say you need to rest before a test or you'll forget everything." He walked off the wall and sat on the bed with me following his every move carefully. "Want me to help you distract you?" There it was, the grin I had known so well. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes.

"I'll have plenty of time to rest tomorrow, thank you very much." I crossed my legs, emphasizing that it was settled and I went back to my book, let him do whatever he wanted.

I did not expect his lips on my shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying very hard not to shudder at the familiar contact. I could not be distracted, no matter how much I wanted to.

"You need to rest," he said, his mouth trailing up my neck and I had to squeeze my legs together to stop the ache. No, no, I needed to study. Not to get distracted, I couldn't fail this test, I couldn't. "You'll burn out." He whispered against my jaw, his hand travelling up my tight, playing with the hem of my underwear.

"No," I breathed as I angled my head so his mouth could continue his path downwards. "I just need to revise the last three chapters and… then we can continue." There, I had made a compromise, wasn't that enough? But he just kept kissing his way down my shirt, his right hand playing on my waist and his left hand now getting bolder, travelling further down. I knew, of course, that he might be a bit right, I did need to get my mind out of study if I wanted to remember anything for the day after but, paranoid as I was, I always managed to convince myself I needed less rest and more hours revising, and that ended up with half an hour of sleep and a crappy mood the whole day.

My breath stuttered when his finger started rubbing gently against my underwear, not with too much pressure and not too fast, but enough to drive me crazy and the bastard knew it. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from groaning.

"I… I…" I couldn't hold on for much longer.

"Yes?" I swear I felt him smile against my neck before his tongue darted out, licking deliberately slow and I lost it. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, sitting on his lap and started rubbing myself against him. His mouth was on mine before I could think and he angled himself better so he could hold my hips and drag them against his growing erection. I groaned against his mouth when he opened my legs wider and the pleasure got more intense, he bucked his hips against me with every rub and the feeling of him hard and long got me hotter. I started rubbing harder and faster, and my hands quickly got rid of his jacket and T-shirt so now only his soft skin remained for me to lick and scratch.

Again our tongues met, desperate as we both panted for breath and he got rid of my shirt in seconds, his fingers playing with my hard nipples.

"Just this once." I panted, kissing his neck and holding his back for dear life. When he managed to lower his jeans and he rubbed his hard penis against my clit I arched my back in pleasure. His eyes found mine and his hand left my hip to caress the side of my face, and, besides the desire I see something else, something that has me squirming under his gaze. If I didn't know Christian better, I would say it was love.

"Just this once." He agreed before he kissed me again.

Thoughts? Ideas? English is not my native language, so my apologies for any mistake!