Guess Who Might Be Coming To Dinner?
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its characters are the intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes and Co.
A/N: Just a little something I whipped up in the excitement of watching the 6x16: Perfect Little Accident sneak peeks.
"So, I told Teddy she could come over for dinner sometime."
"Seriously? You do know I can't cook right?"
Owen had to chuckle at the indignant look on Cristina's face. And the fact that her lack of culinary skills was the first thing she was worried about. He pulled her into his arms and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"That's why I told her I'd be doing any and all cooking."
Leaning back to look into his face, she raised a quizzical eyebrow and asked "You cook?"
"Well, I do a mean lasagne."
"Owen Hunt, international man of mystery. Is there anything else you're hiding?"
She had meant it as sarcastic rhetoric, he knew that, but it struck him a blow to hear the words. His body went rigid and his arms turned to steel around her waist. Cristina hadn't noticed the grim expression that had descended on his face, but she did feel the squeeze of his crushing embrace.
"Uh, Owen, there's something that I have to do called breathe?"
Her voice broke through his dark thoughts, and he instantly relaxed his hold on her, his arms forming a loose circle around her hips. "Sorry, I didn't realise I was-"
"Forget it. It's just another way for me to really appreciate those guns of yours."
Now he really had to laugh at her choice of words. "Guns?"
"Muscles, biceps - whatever. You know you're cut."
"Yeah, it makes doing this" he, literally, swept her off her feet, "a whole lot easier."
He grinned at her shocked expression. "What is this now? Did your Casanova complex kick in?"
Lowering his forehead to rest against hers, their lips almost touching, he said in a low voice "I don't know, maybe we could find ou-"
At that instant, Cristina's beeper went off. Now that their moment of seduction had been rudely interrupted, she hustled Owen to put her down so she could check it. "It's Teddy."
"It's always Teddy!"
"Well, I guess she actually likes me." Cristina remarked with a shrug.
Owen smiled at the matter-of-fact way Cristina made the statement. "I guess she really does."
Giving him a peck on the lips before heading out the door of the on-call room, she turned back and asked, "You never did tell me, did Teddy accept the dinner thing?"
"She did."
With a mystifying smile, Cristina replied "Magical."