Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I sure wish I did though! The only thing that belongs to me is the details of a certain city that will be revealed later in the chapter ;)

A/N: This is the beginning of a interesting adventure... at least I hope! So far it's going to take place in Seattle... but, I'm going to change that and set it in a different state later in the story ;D The only reason why is because I don't know Seattle in detail, and it just makes my life easier lol And I thought it would be a nice break :) And yes, I know it's not anywhere near Christmas lol But I love that time of year with all the lights, snow, and ice rinks xD Anyway, hopefully you guys enjoy it :)


The early morning light was starting to peek through the curtains of the bedroom of the apartment. As the light grew brighter, it started to stir the occupants of the cozy green bed, with their heads sinking deeper into the pillows.

Thankfully for Cristina and Owen, this was their first day off together from Seattle Grace in a while. Although they could sleep in, their biological time clocks wouldn't allow it. After waking up at 6 in the morning or earlier for the better part of one's profession, one forgets what it's like to sleep in.

Owen was the first to awake. For a moment, he had to recall where he was. It was still a surprise to find Cristina lying next to him sleeping peacefully after all they had been through during the early part of their relationship. That was about a year and a half ago. Owen still had some reservations about sleeping next to Cristina, but he was assured by Dr. Wyatt and Cristina that there was nothing to worry about, considering the therapy sessions and medication had worked in keeping the nightmares at bay.

Owen turned over on his side, facing Cristina, who was still sleeping soundly in his arms. His deep blue eyes ghosted over her features, admiring everything about his Cristina Yang. Leaning over, he kissed the crown of her head and traced the side of her delicate face with his index finger. He stopped when he reached her jaw line and focused his attention on her rosy lips. Captivated by them, he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, which caused her to stir slightly and snuggle closer. He smiled lazily, loving the fact that she had become a softy—even though she'd never admit it.

He moved a little closer and placed butterfly kisses on the corner of her mouth, slowly waking her from her quiet slumber. Owen continued until she was almost awake and kissed her mouth softly. Once, twice, three times, before he pulled back to look at her.

"Morning," Owen whispered huskily as he nudged his nose with hers.

Cristina opened her sleep-filled eyes to see blue ones gazing lovingly back at her. She smiled as she murmured, "Morning, McHottie."

He chuckled, which made her giggle, at the use of his McName.

"So, I'm McHottie, am I?" he said with a mischievous grin. She nodded in confirmation as she buried her face into his shirt. "Well, I guess I should live up to it then, huh?" he said, teasingly.

"Fat chance of that considering you already have, smarty," she sarcastically replied, trailing kisses up his neck and along his stubble.

"Well, in that case…"

Owen brought his face close to Cristina's and gave her a big good morning kiss. His tongue licked at her lips fleetingly, leaving her wanting more. He rolled over on top of her and they both sank further into the bed covers. Owen teased her with butterfly kisses and trailed his soft kisses down her neck and behind her ear, catching her earlobe between his teeth and worrying it. Cristina could only squirm and brought her hands to his dark red hair. Once Owen retraced his path, he withdrew with a final tender kiss. Although he would have loved to have made love to Cristina all morning, he needed to put his 'plan' into action.

"C'mon," he said with a huge grin as he literally pole-vaulted off the bed, dragging her along with him. "Get dressed!" He started rummaging through his clothes, eventually choosing a thick Seattle Mariners hoodie and dark faded jeans.

"Wait! Where are we going?!" She was utterly confused. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, wondering what the hell had gotten into her boyfriend all of a sudden.

"I said, 'C'mon'," he said threw a pair of jeans at her, and likely for him, he had good aim. It hit her square in the face.

Pulling the jeans off her head, she begrudgingly began to dress like Owen had ordered. "You still haven't told me where we're going…" Owen walked over to her, who was still trying to find a shirt to wear, and wrapped his arms around her. With a boyish smile, he said "It's a surprise. And you're just going to have to wait."

She ultimately picked one of her Stanford hoodies, and whirled around in Owen's arms to face him. "I hate surprises."

Owen's only response was a hearty laugh. Hugging her one last time, he said, "I know." He gave her a wink and a pat on her bottom before leaving Cristina to get ready and start breakfast. And as he walked away, a small smile appeared on Cristina's face.

Maybe surprises aren't so bad after all, she thought.


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