Cristina stumbled out of Meredith's house, her head was foggy and her legs were incapable of walking one in front of the other. She stopped and contemplated calling a cab but right before she dialed all the numbers and pressed the send button, something caught her eye. Owen's trailer lay at rest not too far away, something about seeing it right in front of her and knowing that Owen would be vacating it very soon to move in with his domestic girlfriend made her want to go and congratulate him, she had even snuck a bottle of wine from Derek's collection which she held in her hand, in her very inebriated state she didn't think of consequences nor awkwardness, she was just drunk and giddy and her feet seemed to move before her conscience could halt her plan.

It was simple, she was happy drunk and wanted to congratulate Owen on the milestone he was set to embark on with Emma, she wanted him to know she was happy for him, happy that he would get everything he wanted, the domestic wife who thought about light fixtures and drapes, the one who would give him a bunch of babies and stay home and raise them, someone who wouldn't put their career above creating a family. It was actually very depressing to think about it sober, it made her cringe and wish things could of been different, but drunk Cristina felt liberated and had accepted the situation for what it was, at least for the time being. She had so much liquid courage running through her veins that she didn't think for one instance that knocking on the trailer door would result in any repercussions.

She knocked once, then twice before the hook was unlocked and Owen emerged behind the door. "Congratulations!" Cristina squealed, as Owen let out a nervous low chuckle and an amused smile played across his lips.

"I heard you moving in... With Emma!" Her voice rising with her giddiness.

"Yeah", Owen replied before quickly adding, "We might, yeah."

He knew they were scheduled to look at places in the next few days but he couldn't give Cristina a definite yes, that was too concrete and set in stone and Owen knew better than to assume all laid out plans are carried out the way we intend them to. Instead, he chose to answer vaguely, a less solidifying statement then to simply just say yes because watching Cristina standing in front of him right here and now gave him an unsettling feeling in his stomach. It's the dichotomy between knowing who your heart beats for but settling for something far less, choosing second best over first choice and allowing yourself the ability to live in ignorance when you know there is something far better out there for you, and at this moment she was standing right in front of him.

"Yeah, so I brought you some wine" Cristina said cheerily, annunciating every word while handing him over the bottle. Owen noticed that it was a very expensive bottle and that Cristina just might be a little drunker than he originally thought.

"This is a very nice bottle of wine" he said with raised eye-brows. "Yeah, I know, I- uh, swiped it from Derek's collection, it looked very expensive." She stated with a giggle and Owen couldn't help but chuckle, she looked and acted so cute when she was drunk, he thought. "So enjoy," Cristina said while gesturing her hand in the direction of the inside of the trailer, " The both of you."

"Oh, Emma, she's not here." Owen clarified while giving a once over inside the trailer and gesturing with his hand, letting her know he was all alone.

"Oh..." Is all Cristina could answer back as she slouched against the trailer. Her lips perched together as the drunken wheels in her head started spinning.

"Who am I gonna sleep with? She asked and he replied with a few chuckles while pouring each of them a glass of wine.

Cristina sat on the couch waiting for Owen to join. "The hospital is my dating pool," She said as she pointed a finger at him,

"You, you are making it impossible for me to get laid." She said in a mock-accusatory tone as Owen made himself comfortable next to her.

"Well, I don't think that has ever been a problem." He replied right before their glasses clinked and both took a sip of wine.

"Yeah, Well…" She replied playfully before changing the subject.

She decided to ask him a question that she would never of contemplated if she was sober because she was not the domestic type and made no apologies for it but knowing that Owen and Emma were taking their relationship to the next level gave her an unsettling feeling of loss and unworthiness, like she was not good enough for Owen because she wasn't capable of worrying about drapes and coasters. She hated Emma for being willing and able to give Owen the life he wanted, to be Betty Homemaker and produce his babies for the mere fact that it made her feel inadequate and less worthily.

"Were you sad that there weren't any window treatments at the firehouse?"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You know, drapes, the thing that goes on top of it, what are they called?" Owen pinched his nose and contemplated for a second, "uh, curtain rods?" He asked.

"Uh, no," She said shaking her head, "I mean obviously you need that but..theres that other thing, ugh, I should know this, my mother is an interior decorator, I spent my childhood listening to her talk about these things.." Cristina's barely finished her sentence as she took out her phone and started dialing a number much to Owen's amusement.

"What are you?, Who are you…?" He asked gesturing towards her and the cellphone.

"Mom, Hey it me." She said as Owen nodded in understanding, "Yes, I know its late… No, I'm fine.' He could only comprehend one side of the conversation, while a smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth, he shook his head slightly admiring her inebriated state before taking the last swig of his wine and setting it on the counter behind them.

"Hey, listen what do you call the things that are on top of your windows?", 'No, no the other things?" She asked eagerly waiting for a reply. "Valances! yes." She nearly yelled, "Okay, thank you, goodnight.' She hung up just as fast as she had called.

Cristina turned her body to face Owen on the couch, 'Valences." She stated while resting her elbow on top of the sofa and leaning her head onto her hand, her curls cascading down the length of her shoulders. "Were you, were you sad that we, we never had valances?" She asked with a laugh. He loved her laugh, loved how infectious it was and couldn't help but join in on it. "No." He stated with a chuckle and shook his head to emphasize his point as he briefly rested his hand intricately on his heart before sliding it down between the two of them.

"No, I'm not sad…that we didn't have valances." He stated once again, her other hand rested on her lap and he couldn't fight the feeling of wanting to be close to her, to feel her, to touch her, so he did what came so naturally to him, and rested his hand right on top of hers and gently caressed and intwined their hands together. The look in his eyes always gave him away, she could read every emotion that flickered through them, she knew exactly what he wanted to do, where he wanted to be and what a tortured soul he was, but he wasn't fighting the feeling, he was just trying to convey his emotions and leave the ball in her court. He had made the first move and was just nervously waiting for a reaction, he sighed heavily as his piercing blue puppy-dog eyes bore holes into hers, never losing contact.

She knew that she didn't have a chance, they both knew exactly what was going to happen, they knew the moment when they decided it was a good idea for her to come in and share a glass of wine with him. It wasn't something that was happening by chance, a revelation made in this particular moment in time, their chemistry was off the charts, their attraction to one another was animalistic and the love shared between the two of them would never be lost and would prevent anyone else from tearing their bond apart. She slowly used the hand that was resting on top of the sofa to wrap around his neck, torturing him further by lightly playing with the ends of his hair, the look in his eyes made it absolutely impossible to act any differently.

"It never occured to me, you know, to get window treatments." She admitted,caressing the back of his head, "I know." He replied looking at her like she was the reason he lived and breathed. God, he loved her, everything about her, he thought. He removed his hand that still rested on top of hers and brought it up to lightly caress the side of her face before her hand crept up and joined his again.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut and he had no more willpower or want to keep playing this cat and mousse game. He adjusted his body to fully face her and reached with his free hand to grab her face, he took a moment to look into her eyes one last time before his lips met hers, they had this ability, a secret language that enabled them to speak volumes without uttering a single word, and she became putty in his arms. He missed the passion, the raw emotion that was only possible to cultivate with her, the way she made him feel, the way her body molded perfectly to his, he missed the electricity and attraction that she was only capable of eliciting out of him, he missed the feeling of falling in love each and every day of his life with the same person every time because she made him fall in love with her more with each passing day, together or apart, it was a magnetism that fuzed them together.

He kissed her hungrily and she eagerly accepted, he didn't want to waste anymore time, the past hour had been torturous, wanting to attack her but not finding the courage to, but now he knew she wanted it, wanted him and he needed her like he needed oxygen to breathe. He almost roughly picked her up a bit before laying her down on the couch with him firmly on top, crushing her body and nailing her underneath him, never letting their lips break apart while their hands scurried to find and feel each others flesh against their fingertips.

This was home, being inside of her, caressing her body with kisses, sucking on her most sensitive spots and watching her face in the midst of passion, this is what he lived for,this is who his heart beats for, this is all he needed,to be with her, just her, she was more than enough to make him feel complete, she was the center of his universe and he couldn't ask for anything more.