Disclaimer : These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursment is not recieved for ficticious works.

Note: So, this is my first grey's fanfic in english (maybe not the last), and I would like to thank londonsabre who did a great great work beta-reading it ^^ It was very kind of you :D. This story was first published in the LJ community In The After . If you're a Owen/Cristina shipper, then you must be there ^^

Note2: I started to write it some time ago, so maybe it's a bit "inaccurate" now...

In bed with Cristina

Owen loved having Cristina Yang in his bed (or being in hers for that matter), and not only in a sexual way. Well, he couldn't really deny enjoying that part, but there was something about sleeping – literally- with her.

He was amazed how, in just a few weeks, she had changed some of his oldest habits; habits learnt throughout his lifetime and from his time in the army (and it certainly felt like a lifetime in itself).

He used to always be chilly in bed, hogging the duvet, and burying himself in deep, annoying of all his previous partners. But Cristina was like a hot water bottle, radiating heat under the covers, forcing him to sneak out his feet, searching for a feeling of freshness. Something he could never have done in the few hot nights in the desert, out of fear of scorpions that were everywhere. And Cristina's feet weren't ice-cold like Beth's – which he had hated at the time.

Usually, he didn't do the constant touching either. Even in the honeymoon phase of his previous relationships. But he couldn't keep his hands off her. He can't explain why he needs her to be so close, when the rest of the time he can't stand people invading his personal space, especially after his last tour of duty. She was the one sleeping on her back, legs and arms spread in a starfish position, and he was the one cuddling in her side, his nose in the hollow of her neck.

He never was much of a sleeper, often waking up early in the morning to go for a jog, but he could, and will, spend an entire day in bed with her, making love, eating popcorn while watching some stupid show (and eventually throwing popcorn at the 'lame people' on TV – and Cristina found a lot of people 'stupid' and 'lame') and simply enjoying each other's company.

He never used to like sleeping naked, always grabbing a t-shirt and boxers at some point, a result of a mix of his upbringing, modesty and spending five years in the army. Now he can't stand to have anything between their skins. Much to Callie's dismay, who would often come home to find them naked on the couch, or in bed, the door left wide open in their hurry.

Since his return from Iraq, Owen has become a very light sleeper. But oddly enough, Cristina's light snores (and it was light, contrary to what Meredith claimed) soothe him. But what he loves most is the feeling of belonging, the way her perfume steadies his heartbeat, and how every single tender gesture from her makes his stomach flip with happiness.

Forty years would never be enough to learn a whole new set of habits.