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Author's note: This is my very first story so please be gentle :)

Please remember to comment and rate. I love constructive criticism! Any writing or editing errors? Please, let me know.

I'm also planning on adding multiple chapters, so this is not a one shot. Also, this part of the story may give you the illusion that I only do "fluffy" storywriting, but I don't ;)

Translation: There will be drama in upcoming chapters.

With that, Enjoy!

Chapter 1: You and Me, Is all I Need

Her eyes squinted at the light filtering through her fluttering eye lids. For countless times now, the peeking sun light that used to annoy her to no end actually made her smile.

She was smiling on a daily basis now. She, the girl who thrived on only getting a chance to cut into a body. The girl who swore she wouldn't let another man get in the path of her forever most significant career.

She was happy, absolutely endlessly happy. She felt the difference. He saw it too, the happiness radiating her face every time they were together.

She stretched out her arms, blindly, to grasp the one thing she was searching for. The one thing that did all of these amazing things to her. She didn't have to look too hard, he immediately reciprocated after knowing what she was up to. She scooted over to him and he held her back. She heard a little mumbled laugh. He knew her, like too many other people would never know.

He also knew she was capable of hugging.

He was staring at her. She knew it with all of her soul. She would gladly bet a million dollars he was gazing at her, analyzing her every move.

She opened her eyes to find his blue ones right on hers. His fiery eyes made everything always certain to her. Any doubt that ever crossed her mind would come undone in an instant at the sight of those gems. She'd never fully trust his words, but his eyes would never lie. Ever.

"You're staring again and it's annoying. Stop." She's aware that she is lying. He knows it too. She secretly loves his infatuation with her.

"I've tried to stop the last two nights you said that. I can't." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

"Besides, I know you enjoy it. Give up the act." He stated, with absolutely no hesitation. Cristina sensed a bit of playfulness in his twinkling eyes.

She smiled at this, he knew her so very well. "I won't bother fighting with you, you're very stubborn,"

Owen's eyes raised a little at this, "Me?" he chuckled at the thought of it. Him being more stubborn than her, was absolutely laughable in his eyes.

She smiled at him, not wanting to argue with him anymore. He was right, she wouldn't say it though. Cristina's pride was great, everyone knew that. She continued staring in his electric blue eyes for hours it seemed. He stared back with a content smile plastered on his face, not saying anything. Sometimes words weren't needed with them.

He lowered himself a bit, without breaking his gaze, and teased her a bit by stopping right at her lips. He was taking far too much time playing with her, instead of kissing her waiting lips. She rolled her eyes from impatience, clearly he needed a bit of a hint.

The only response she got from him was the widening of a smile, almost touching her twitching lips.

So that was it.

He was playing with her again, tormenting her in her mind. This man was dangerously good at all the wrong things. Rather, the things that made her become crazy insane inside.

With a huff of exasperation to illustrate that she wasn't going to let this on much further, she wasn't going to let him be the king in this game, Cristina decided to take the matter in her own hands. She grabbed the back of his head with her itching hands and used all the strength that she had in her petite body to get him to finally lower his head those few needed centimeters.

There was just one crucial problem. Owen was stronger than her. His frame was muscular, portraying all of his strength, and on any other given day she appreciated it and loved it.

Not today, though, because he was winning the battle. He propelled his arms at both sides of her body and held his body up higher. A position that would make it nearly impossible to let Cristina touch his lips.

"Try harder." He teased. She hated it. The way he acted so smug. The way he knew she was totally in love with him. She hated the power he had over her. But she loved it, loved it with all of her heart. She had no idea why she loved it.

The thing was, she was trying harder. His might would never compare with hers. She gave up, and lowered her arms with a puppy dog frown on her face. Owen let go a little, with a great smirk painted on his face.

"You win." She stated sadly and accepted the fact, staring in his eyes and letting him take all the glory, if he wanted to.

"There was no game." He whispered to her hastily, gazing in her chocolate brown eyes.

Speedily now, Owen moved closer to her and landed his golden lips right on hers. The kiss was more passionate than Cristina had anticipated. Now, though, she had gotten more accustomed to how to respond to his feverish kisses. Their tongues moved in synchrony for what seemed like hours.

After some seconds, both separated and fought for air to refill their lungs.

"Good morning to you too." He laughed quietly, and with one last caress on her face got up from their bed to start his morning routines.

Cristina laid in bed for a few more seconds to relish in her thoughts. Cristina was certain she liked this. She liked waking up to Owen and his kisses. She liked spending her days in the hospital, and she also liked getting glimpses of Owen in the hospital.

One thing she also knew for certain, having everything almost never lasts forever.