Sex With George O'Malley- Or True Confessions of a Loving Soul.
The morning of her appendectomy, Cristina made Meredith come to the hospital and stand guard. Meredith had seen the necessity of her doing so, when she was reminded of her behaviour, when she had had her appendectomy.
It had been a little.., unguarded, to say the least.
So she'd come over at the break of dawn, to see Cristina get anaesthetised. And now her friend was staring in the air, waiting for the effects to kick in, while she read the morning paper. In the ultimate sacrifice, she wasn't even drinking coffee, in sympathy with her friend's forced sobriety.
They looked up at a knock on the door, and saw Owen walk in. "Good Morning dr. Grey, Good Morning Cristina". At the last word, his look got very soft and worried. He made his way to the bed, sitting down on the edge, beside her. "How are you feeling?", his eyes were scanning her face for any signs of stress, but he knew he was the one with the anxiety.
She opened her mouth long enough to utter "Good", before pressing her lips firmly together again. He stared with some wonder, "are you nervous?". "No", again with the monosyllabic answers. "Are you mad?', he tried. Her eyes turned to Meredith for help, who started speaking. "She can't talk, not today". "She's all doped up, and the last time I got doped up for my appy, I kind of told Derek and this other guy I was dating then, about the disastrous sex with George, while George was in the room". Realising what she had just told him, she grimaced and added, "apparently, I shouldn't be talking today either".
With a laugh, Owen turned to Cristina again, taking her hand. These two were really something. "So, you're afraid you'll tell me all about your sexual encounters with O'Malley?". He could only joke about that because it was O'Malley they were talking about. And even so, he felt a little pang, as he said the words.
Cristina just rolled her eyes and kept silent. That made him think, "I wonder what secret you're afraid of revealing". He'd meant it as a joke, but from the way her eyes widened, he could tell he'd hit a nerve. With a big grin, he leaned down and kissed her firmly. "I'll be back later, be good!". He left the room, laughing at their scandalized reactions.
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Bailey, the Chief and Meredith were already there when he came back. He walked in without interrupting and leaned against the wall, shooting Cris a little smile. Bailey was talking, explaining the proceedings. "with the weaker spot that was left after the surgery for the entopic pregnancy , it will probably…". She stopped talking as she saw the Chief and Meredith looking at something behind her, aghast!.
"Helloo!". This from Cristina, "Some doctor-patient confidentiality would be nice here!"
Miranda frowned, not understanding. "What do you mean?, we were all here, we all know.."
But she was interrupted, "Yeah!, but he doesn't!". And, turning around, her eyes landed on a stone-faced Dr. Hunt.
"Oh no!", turning back to Cristina she began to stammer her apologies, feeling dreadful.
"It's o.k", Cristina waved her hand. "You remember in my first year when I told that guy he had syf, in front of his mom? " she didn't wait for an answer. "So you tell the love of my life I was pregnant and lost a tube, we all make mistakes".
Meredith turned a bright red now, the Chief looking as if he was hearing a foreign language, Owen's eyes suddenly blazing very blue.
Cristina was still looking at Bailey though, "You remember?". Bailey's chin was now almost on her chest and she was giving her the unwavering stare, from right under her eyebrows. "Yes, I remember", but that didn't shut Cristina up, who nodded happily, smiling at the room.
"We all make mistakes", then, almost as an afterthought she added; "just shut up about the being engaged and left before the altar, o.k?". "I'm still trying to come up with a way to tell Owen". She was deep in thought now, brow furrowed, in her own little bubble. "I was thinking I'd work it into a proposal of my own", she smiled up at Meredith. "You think that would work?'. Interpreting the panicky look in the green eyes as disapproval, she looked to bailey for support, and was met with The Stare again. "What?!, that would totally work!". The Chief didn't meet her eyes, and so, looking for some support, subject long forgotten she spotted Owen and asked him too; "that would work, right?".
The rest of the company waited for his reaction, not knowing what to do or say.
He just smiled and sat own on the bed, stroking her hand. "That would totally work". And she smiled, pleased.
Heaving a big breath she whined, "I so need to get surgery", "no wonder we're number twelve, the doctors hand out personal information like candy, and you have to wait for hours!".
Bailey stifled an exclamation, and had to turn her face away. The Chief gasped for air and Meredith nearly choked on a laughing fit. But Owen just kept looking at her face, the worry in his eyes now more pronounced.
"I'll take you up, o.k?", she nodded, then said, "Don't look though, I don't want this to be the first time you see me naked". Another pronounced silence from the rest of the room.
"No looking, I promise". He smiled and added, "I'll keep my eyes closed, and ask Dr. grey to tell me what's going on, o.k?". he shot a quick look at Meredith, who nodded her agreement.
The Chief looked at the couple on the bed in wonder. "The love of my life?!". Did he just hear Yang consider marriage to a man that had never seen her naked?
Of course that was very proper, but he still felt as if he'd been hit over the head. Kind of Dazed. He had to give it to Yang, she had balls of steel, to be getting back in the saddle so soon after that wedding crash.
Owen was looking at Cristina again, willing her to be alright, to get through this safe. He couldn't even think about complications. Some of his feelings must have made it through the haze of the drugs because she, very carefully, put the cold fingers of one hand against his cheek, stroking his face. "I love you, don't be scared".
The three other people in the room held their breath, each one conscious of witnessing something as rare as it was beautiful. Averting their eyes to give them some privacy.
He took her fingers and pressed a warm kiss on them, "I love you too". "I won't be scared if you promise you'll be back as soon as you can". He leaned over and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips., then got up and started to push her bed towards the door. "Let's go".