"Do you want to go out for dinner or stay here? I think I'm in between again and I'm not sure how I'll feel if you ask me in an hour," Owen explained as he caressed Cristina's hair.
Startled, Cristina asked, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know sometimes it just comes over me. Its just so damn hard sometimes, I feel like as soon as I make progress, I take a million steps back," Owen stares down fixating on a pendant Cristina's wearing that is so small, but speaks volumes about her.
Cristina watches him for a while, not knowing what to say. Then she takes his face in her hands, caressing his cheeks, trying to help him return from whatever faraway land he transported to.
"I believe in you, that you'll make it through this. You've come so far already, just look where we are.
I'll be the first to admit, I'm not that girl. I'm not the all touchy feely, emotional, needs to have her boyfriend tell her its all better, girl. Now all of a sudden I am that girl. Its because of you. You make me vulnerable."
He takes both her hands away from his face and in his hands, bringing them to his lips for a deep kiss. He closes his eyes for a moment, Cristina is still surprised at how unpredictable he can be, even now. His lips caress her hands, which become increasingly warm.
"When I'm with you I feel real again. Like I'm more than just a shadow of that man you fell in love with," Owen looks at her right in the eyes, his eyes a deep intense blue, like they are when he's having a deep analytical conversation, or when he's pumped up with adrenaline. Cristina wonders if its a bit of both.
"I can't be taking credit for this Owen, you are the one making the effort. I am just glad to be here for you and to love you. Thank you for letting me", Cristina tears up, her voice showing her feelings for her. Owen suddenly realizes the burden that he must have put on Cristina, especially after all she's been through.
"Letting? I don't think it had anything to do with letting. It took over the moment we met in that ER hallway and the chief told you to mend me up," Owen starts to laugh remembering how Cristina made him laugh that day with her stubborn nature, but kick ass skills. " Like when you said, 'You're the patient!' That was hot."
"Really? For me it happened when I saw you with the pen trache. I guess this means I saw you first, even before the crazy ass stapling you did on your own leg. That was totally messed up by the way," Cristina starts laughing, watching Owen laugh reminds her of why she fell for him in the first place. That smile, his laugh, the confidence, its magnetic, and contagious all at the same time.
"I'll let you have that one I guess. But you have to admit I'm a good kisser," Owen says as he raises just one eyebrow in that cocky way.
"You're not bad, but I'm better," Cristina inches closer to him.
"Care to make wager?"
"How about a tie?"
"That's my girl..." Owen takes her in his arms, their lips touching in an endless wave of excitement and passion.