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You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.

This I have to hear. You know she popped his cherry?" "Elliot!" Grace scolds, and swats him with a dish towel. "Ow!" He fends her off.

I do not look at the world in terms of black and white - and I find people who do rather scary. I think it's all shades of grey.

His eyes are gray oceans of loss and hurt and pain.

I knew it would lead to this. All week ... I knew I'd have to see her again.

Christian Grey, expect the unexpected - fifty shades of fucked-up.

That's what I do, and I do it well. It's nothing to do with luck!

Fifty, Fifty, Fifty... give me strength.

I thought I'd broken you."
"Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."
He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.

Take all the time you need, Miss Steele. I need another moment to marshal my wayward thoughts.

Why would i stay if things had reached such an impasse?

I see your pain. It's hard knowing that I'm the one that has made you feel this way.

Because my wife worked for him, and I run security checks on anyone my wife works with - Christian Grey

Are you crazy?"

"Crazy for you," he whispers.

Anastasia, you should always read anything you sign, he admonishes me.

Ana, honey. The voice is soft and warm, full of love and sweet memories of times gone by.

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe.
Amusement lights up his eyes.
"No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.

Are you gay, Mr. Grey?

I gasp, and I'm Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he's the serpent, and I cannot resist.

Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I'm not the man for you, he whispers.

I'm not a great writer.

Whatever happened to delayed gratification?" "I got over it, and I'm now a firm advocate of instant gratification. Carpe diem, Ana," he whispers.

I thought you were saying no, no discussion at all

Who's he kidding? He's no gentleman. He has my panties

Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing.

Though there are people who'd say I don't have a heart." "Why would they say that?" "Because they know me well.

I tracked your cellphone, Anastasia.

Like Eve, you're so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge.

For you, Anastasia, I will try.

I really like clever men who challenge you.

You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you're all mine,

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.

I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man. I don't do romance

I had no idea you'd all be so worried.

He walks over to me, and I can see his feet and shins in my field of vision. Naked feet. I

I need to walk before I can run

Was it more?" he asks, his voice tinged with hope.

If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone.

Perhaps this agony will wash away in the shower.

I like the connection - me touching her. She's oil on my troubled, deep, dark waters.
Hmm ... flowery, Grey.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I am going to take you to the boathouse and finally spank you in there if you dont snap out of this mood

You make me feel cherished." "That's because you are," he murmurs,

Palm twitching mad, especially now

I know I've not had these things in my past, but I want them in my future.

Don't place some vague moral judgment on yourself based on what others might think.

You intoxicate me, Miss Steele, and you calm me. Such a heady combination.

What I need her to understand is that this contract isn't about the law, it's about trust.

I don't know any other way. Anastasia. This is who I am.

My boss is like an angry bear with a sore head and poison ivy up his ass.

Maybe those guileless eyes can see though me. Control is my middle name

I want you very badly, especially now, when you're biting your lip again.

Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things.

Breath play is not my scene at all.

Even a pain in the ass needs someone to care about them

Oh no! My subconscious slams down her Complete Works of Charles Dickens, leaps up from her armchair, and puts her hands on her hips.

I've flown from Seattle just to see you, and the way you look right now, it was really worth the journey.

I've never promised to play fair where you're concerned.

Because I'm not going to touch you, Anastasia - not until I have your written consent to do so.

To: Christian Grey

Write for yourself. That's it. And write every day.

Why, oh why have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy - beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital K?

Oh my, the look he gives me could be solely responsible for global warming.

You don't play fair.' I pout.
'I know.

Hey, I'm just teasing. Isn't that what husbands who are hopelessly in love with their wives do?

What is the appropriate response to finding out a potential lover is a complete freaky sadist or masochist?

Ana - as usual, you're my

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

IT'S LATE AND I feel fuzzy.

Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin's lamp all rolled into one

His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie.

In my groggy frame of mind, he looks yummy.

Mrs. Grey, if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well. Lift your hips. His eyes glow summer storm gray.

Did you wish to offer your commiserations? I ask too sweetly. I think he's trying to stifle a smile, but I can't be sure.

Hmm.. you and I, we're giving each other many firsts.

Do you want me to kiss you. Anastasia?" he whispers softly in my ear.
"Yes," I breathe.
"Where?"
"Everywhere.

Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me; that's because I'm a misfit.

God, I'm a lucky son of a bitch." - Christian Grey

My blood singing as it courses through my body,

Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I've wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me.

I've kissed a prince, Mom. I hope it doesn't turn into a frog.

Mrs. Robinson?" "Yes." And her large rubber strap-on.

The unfamiliar feeling surfaces, swelling in my chest, unnamed and dangerous.

Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.

We always hurt the ones we love, darling.

It's obvious this is her first love ...
Books.
(Grey)

Woke me up," she whispers. "I'm sure it did." I'm fascinated. "What were you dreaming about?" "You," she says in a small voice.

I felt the tablecloth move, and it's a calculated guess based on years of experience. I'm right, aren't I?

She's my dream catcher. She keeps my nightmares at bay.

I will handle this better from my seat of power.

I did follow my heart, and I have a sore ass

Still kneeling, he grasps my foot and undoes my Converse, pulling off my shoe and sock.

Room is the wrong word. It's not a room - it's a mission statement.

Any relationship that you have is about negotiation - anything - whether there is a written contract or not.

Mine," he whispers.
"Yours," I breathe.

i'm fifty shades of fucked up.

I need to be home this

You dazzle me so much I find it very difficult to think clearly when we're together.

We have to learn to walk before we can run

He mumbles in his sleep, Don't touch me. No more. Only Ana.: