Author: Rose Madder PM
What might have happened if Christian had stopped Grace from leaving on that first night? WIPRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 17 - Words: 53,144 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 04-17-07 - Published: 10-26-04 - id: 2110410
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Note #1: This story begins on season 1, at the end of episode #5 "Kurt Dempsey", right after Christian and Grace had sex.
Note #2: I know not everyone will like this pairing, so let's get this straight before we start: reviews are good, flames are mean. I love reviews and appreciate constructive criticism, but flames aren't reviews, nor are they constructive. So there.
Credits: I don't own characters, I never meant to infringe anyone's copyrights, so please take this story for what it is -- fun -- and don't bother to suit me.
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Christian watched, dumbfounded, as Grace got up off the bed without a word and started to pick up her clothes from the floor. His breath was still ragged, his skin warm on the places where her body had been pressed against his. He propped himself on his elbows, struggling to regain his wits despite the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It's not like he had expected -- or wanted -- her to stay over. But he also had never expected her to flee out of there just like that. Without saying anything. Without even looking back at him.
Grace put her panties on and looked around until she spotted her bra lying next to the foot of the bed. Christian watched numbly as she slid her arms through the straps of the bra, with her back still turned to him.
"Do you talk in your sleep?" he blurted out as she reached back to hook the bra.
"What?" she exclaimed, swirling around to give him a confused look.
What?!? Christian stared back at her, shocked. Where the hell did that come from?
Looking at her, standing in the middle of the room in her underwear, a well-shaped eyebrow raised in questioning, he figured that, lame as that line was, it was too late to take it back, and he might as well proceed: it couldn't get any worse than that.
"Do you snore?"
"Is there a point on this?" she asked, glaring at him.
Okay, so maybe it could get worse than that.
"I have a surgery tomorrow morning," he said with a straight face. "I need a good night's sleep. Since you won't disturb my rest by snoring or babbling in your sleep," -- he shrugged -- "you might as well sleep over."
The silence that followed his words spoke volumes. The look in her eyes was... he had never seen a look like that. She seemed on the edge of either doing some serious physical damage or calling the guys in the white coats. Or both.
"What makes you think," Grace asked in a low, deliberate voice, "that I want to sleep over?"
"I don't snore, either."
Now he actually thought that she was going to turn on her heels and leave wearing only her lacy black panties and the bra that she hadn't finished buckling yet.
Grace opened her mouth to reply, but she found herself too astounded to speak. She finally closed her mouth again and just stared back at him with an unreadable expression, while her treacherous mind replayed the events of the evening. They had actually managed to keep their clothes on long enough to have a few drinks together, before they ended here, kissing and groping and hastily undressing each other on their way to the bed. And, surprisingly enough, they had had a good time together. The man could actually be good company when he wasn't too busy being a pig, she'd grant him that.
She studied Christian's face for a moment, struggling with mixed feelings. The moment he had rolled off her, reality had come crashing down and she had pretty much panicked. He had antagonized her from day one, never missing a chance to make her know that she wasn't welcome. What's more, during those few months in which she had been working for McNamara and Troy she had witnessed as a shocking number of women came in and out of Christian's life, lured by his charms and later discarded like trash. She just couldn't believe that she had just let that man add another notch to his headboard at her expense, and she had felt the urge to leave without looking back and forget that this night had ever happened.
Now, looking at Christian lying there and staring at her in silent expectation, she couldn't help but feel silly and even a little guilty. He might be a first class jerk when he wanted to, but right now he just looked abashed and surprisingly vulnerable. Besides, leaving now wouldn't make the previous events magically go away: it would just be rude. As long as she kept in mind that this had been nothing but a one night stand, staying for the night wouldn't make things any worse.
She wasn't about to say that out loud, though. Instead, Grace just sighed and walked back to the bed, taking out her bra again and dropping it on a chair as she passed by it.
"I've been accused of stealing all the covers, though," she muttered as she slid under the covers with him.
"I'd like to see you try," Christian snorted, rolling to the side of the bed and making room for her.