Author's note: Hi, so this is something new for me, being my second fanfiction and my first about something like that. There will be one or two more parts, shorter than this one, to achieve this story, that IS going somewhere.

Of course, I do not own Grey's Anatomy nor either one of its characters.

English is not my mother language so I'm sorry for mistakes I may have done

It 's funny if you think about how tiny things can sometimes change everything. For Cristina, it was a word, a single four letter word. It had the power to change everything, to change a life, well, to change two lives and maybe even more.

- "WAIT !"

There it was, just a tiny word, spoke out of nowhere.

And it all changed.

Owen was back in the treatment room in three seconds, his incredible blue eyes staring into hers, reading into her soul it seemed, and then in two long strikes he was on her again, claiming her lips as if they always belonged to him, like if he just found them again after a long time apart. Her arms closed around him, bringing him even closer, as if her own life depended on how much of their bodies touched. Their tongues met instantly, no permission asked, no permission granted, no permission actually needed.

She was feeling almost light headed when he broke the kiss, panting, his hands still in her hair. She didn't open her eyes when she spoke.

- "I live across the street, they're going to send me home in a few minutes...".

Something twitched inside him, implications of something even more exciting evident in her words. She opened her eyes to judge his reaction.

- "Do you..." she continued, shyly.

He didn't let her finish, didn't want her to feel any kind of embarrassment and furthermore, he didn't want to give her anytime to think about how crazy the situation was and backed down.

- "Yeah..." he answered right away, desire hardly hidden.

In any other situation, she would have laughed at his urgency. Right now though, she only gasped at his raw honesty, flutters everywhere in her body as it anticipated what was yet to come.

- "Wait for me outside then, I won't be long."

Her words told him to leave but her arms didn't release him just yet. She captured his lips again, with the same passion, for a few more seconds before he grounded his hips into her lower stomach, not hard, just to let her feel the extend of his desire. She moaned and gasped again at the feeling, her whole body reacting instantly like it never, ever, did before, for anyone.

She leant back from him and he took one last glance at her before retrating from the small room. She grabbed her pager, her hands feelings numbed and her brain foggy, and send a page to Meredith: "Need clothes and discharge. Now".

Within 10 minutes she was out of the hospital, scanning the area. For a second, she thought he was just gone but then, she spotted him, sitting in a bench, waiting. She went to him and without any word, he rose and followed her, both barely aware of the freezing temperature. Soon, they stood in front of her door and she cursed out loud as her shaking hand fought to stick and turn the key in the lock.

He smiled and gently took the key from her, then turned her around, pinning her against the wall with the whole lenght of his body, and without a warning, he bent down and his lips found hers again. She forgot about the key as he deepened the kiss, ready to be taken right here, in the hallway if he wanted to.

Expertly, he inserted and turned the key in the lock and in no time they were in the living room, without breaking the kiss. He kicked the door close behind them and threw the key on the nearest piece of furniture. Scanning the immediate surroundings, he noticed the couch just as they both kicked their shoes off. Good thing he had anticipated the rush they would be in and loosened his boots as he waited for her.

Cristina broke the kiss when she realised he was pushing her towards the couch.

- "That way" she whispered pointing a door with her finger. He changed his route, gladly. He knew it had to be her bedroom.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, things got to the next level, and even if they had wanted to, they both realised there was no way they could stop anything from happening from this point on.

His army jacket was off first, quickly followed by hers along with her shirt, leaving her in her bra. He swallowed hard as the sight and feel of her skin under his hands and he started kissing the revealed skin of her neck and shoulder, one hand runnind down her spine while his other one buried itself in the thick mass of her magnificient hair. Somehow frustrated with the material still covering his body, she tugged at the hem of his shirt and he helped her pulling it off, throwing it somewhere nearby, carelessly. Her hands instantly roamed over his chest, feeling the tight muscles under his hot skin, but as soon as he started kissing her lips again, one of her hand went back into his hair at the back of his head, while the other one grabbed his shoulder, holding him to her.

At some point, she realised both of their pants were gone, but lost in the moment, she couldn't remember how. She only became aware of this fact when her hand brushed against the hard bump under his boxers and even more as a groan escaped his throat to die in her mouth as she did so. If she hadn't been ready for him already, which she definatly was, she would have been right there and then.

He left her lips, starting a trail of kisses down her throat and collarbone while he easily unclaspped her bra, sliding it away from her shoulders, slowly. She closed her eyes for a moment but nothing happened for a few seconds, as he took time to just look at her. Then, she felt his tongue over one nipple before he took it between his lips, sucking gently at it. Her head fell back as she arched herself, pushing her breast even more into his mouth. When he abandonned it to give the other the same attention, she sudden loss of warmth made her groan. He got he hint, and his hand left the small of her back to rest close to the abandonned nipple, his thumb brushing over it from time to time, to keep it entertained. She sighed in delight.

He finally released the other nipple and claimed her lips again while he pushed her back until the back of her knees touched the bed and he laid her down on it, bracing himself up on one hand and knee. He let her tongue invade his mouth for a quick duel before he started a new path down her body, licking both her nipples again, but he didn't stop any longer on them, before continuing his way south. Her stomach tightened under his lips. One more kiss on her panties, and she raised her hips until she felt it slide down, along with his lips, as he kissed her thigh, knee, leg and ankle as he slide the small fabric off her now completly naked body. Once he had disgarded it, he kissed his way back through her other leg and all the way up to her lips again.

- "You're so beautiful" he whispered before plunging his tongue inside her mouth, making her shiver. Was it his tongue, or his words, or the way he said them? She didn't know. Honestly, she didn't care right now.

As her hands ran on his body above her, she realised how large and strong he was compare to her. 'This guy will break me in half' she thought. But instead of feeling scared or concerned, she only felt excited even more. Maybe because he was careful enough to avoid applying any body weight on her upper right side where he removed her icycle or maybe because against any rationnality, she trusted him somehow. And trust was NOT Cristina Yang's thing. But kissing stangers silly, how beautiful they were, was not Owen Hunt's thing either, and yet...

He smiled when she tugged at the waistband of his boxer with a frustrated groan as she realised it wasn't bulging from his hips. He got up slowly, leaving a few more kisses randomly on her, and push that last piece of clothing off. Unashamed, she stared at him, lust and need darkening her eyes by the second. He let her stare all she wanted, because it gave him time to stare at her too and also because he enjoyed the view immensely.

Cristina crawled a little higher on her bed wishing he would join her. But he stayed standing there, his eyes roaming across her entire body, from her hair to her legs, slightly open, silently inviting him. From this spot, he could see there will be no need for any more foreplay.

- "Are you going to come here or are you just going to stare at me?" She asked a little frustrated.

- "I haven't decided yet" he answered almost playfully.
- "Arghhh" was her very frustrated answer.

But frustration flew off the window when she felt his toned body settling above her, his lips and tongue tasting her skin once more. With its own will, her hand slide down his body, from chest to stomach and grabbed him, stroking the whole lenght of the part of him that was just freed. He hissed at her touch, oviously already to full attention to the point that it was almost painful.

Without any more ceremony, she cradled him between her legs and guided him towards her. Suddently both very serious, they locked eyes together and he started to push gently into her. She arched her back and moaned loudly as he stretched her slowly, holding herself to his broad shoulders. When he was half the way in, he stopped, withdrew all the way out, and pushed back just a litlle more. He did the exact same thing twice more before he found himself all the way inside of her. He stilled then, feeling her body contracting hard around him as it ajusted itself to him and he watched Cristina's face, fascinated.

Having this total stranger inside her felt... surreal and amazing. Weirdly, it felt insanely good and right. How? Why? She didn't know.

She raised her legs and locked her ankles behind him, both the hands clutching at his houlders, giving him the green light. He didn't miss it, and he started moving slowly above and in her. Soon though Owen just knew he would not be able to keep it gentle. It had been a long time for him, and she was just way too beautiful, the soft noises she was making were just too much and the tension in the room was just unbearable, just like the sweet pain in his groin.

On the exact same page, Cristina lowered one hand down to his butt and applied as much force as she could with his next thrust. He obliged more than happily, his new thrusts everything but gentle, everything but slow. He rammed into her, filling her up each time, again and again, never missing a beat of the steady but quick rythme he established. She felt something brush against her left breast, again and again in perfect rythme with his thrusts, electrising waves of pleasure each time. She looked down at her own chest and realised that to avoid her injured side, the position he held himself in allowed his dog-tags hanging from his neck to actually brush her niple, the cold metal a total contrast to her hot and now moist skin. He followed her gaze and was about to make a move to push them away but she stopped him. Puzzled, he wondered why she wouldn't let him take them away, but when he looked back at them, the sight of them hitting that sensitive spot rythmycally made her point clear and he had to admit that seeing his own name doing that to her body also had some effects on him.

He sped up the pace again, her body shaken with each one of his powerful thrusts, bringing her higher and higher on the bed. He felt her nails dig in the skin of his back and if he wasn't already way past the point of no return, he would have loved the fact that he would have been marked as hers for at least a few days.

Soon though, he realised that in a few thrusts, her head would be bumping into the headboard. His sharp mind, quickly made two options out of the situation: changing position right now, or adjust this one. Debating silently, he felt her start to tremble under and around him and he heard her moaning increase. Option two, he thought, no way he was going to let down right now. He raised one hand to the headboard gripping it tightly, getting even more leverage, and sneacked his other hand under her arm, holding her shoulder from behind, keeping her down. It allowed him to thrust even harder into her, And he did, knowing she was very close to her breaking point.

Feeling secured, she released her own hold on him, closing her eyes as she felt herself loosing every last bit of control over her mind and body. She had manage somehow to keep up with him, her hips meeting his, thurst for thrust until now, but then, she couldn't anymore. Her mouth opened, lips forming an "o" and he was mesmerized by the sight. He didn't think too much before plunging his tongue in when she started sceaming insanely, some things vaguely ressembling to "Oh my god" "yes" and "I can't". Her hands fisted in his damp with sweat hair and he hamered a few more times into her clentching body, and pulled back from her mouth as she stopped screaming, air stuck in her lungs as she came harder and longer than she ever before in her life. When she finally exhaled, his name escaped her lips as a whisper and he lost it. It took only one more clench of her body around him as he thrust one last hard time consciously, and he followed her in heaven, coming in long and hot waves deep inside her, as his hips buckled incontrolably against her all sense of rythme forgotten.

As he slowly came back to earth, he felt her stroke on his chest and side of his face, before all his muscles started to tremble and he laid himself on her, still careful not to press on her wound and still holding a fair amount of his body weight on his elbow and right knee, not to crush her.

He buried his face in her neck the light stubble on his jaw ticking her shin there, his breathing ragged. Her arms came around him, now stroking his back and head through his hair, almost lovingly. Almost. Because it was a one night stand, right? An incredibly hot, blow you mind, shake your world one night stand. And that what not love, that was just sex. Unbelievable, unforgettable, earth shattering sex.

Her legs had fall back onto the mattress, along his, so did his arm that had been pushing against the headboard a moment before.

She waited for the awkwardness, but to her surprise, it didn't come.

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