Casual Arrangement

Ana

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.