Disclaimer: It's not mine.

Rating: M

Summary: A barbeque gets a little steamy…or a lot steamy.

Lisa wanted me to write a dirty fic with the dirty words.

Thanks to crimsonmaz for the amazing beta job. This fic wouldn't be half as fabulous without her.

Teddy had invited Cristina and Owen to her cottage for a summer barbeque. She had invited everyone, actually. And everyone was there.

Cristina made Meredith go with her because Owen wasn't back from his trip yet, and while she liked Teddy, she felt weird going to her house alone.

Owen made it there not long after the barbeque started. Finding Cristina, he kissed her in greeting, restraining himself as they were in public.

They exchanged glances across the yard as they talked to different people, unable to get away. Spotting Lexie in the crowd, Cristina made a show of walking towards her, but on her way there she stopped where Owen was sitting and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"I missed you and, now, I need you to fuck me," she told him before going on her way, scooping up her hair and showing off the back of her neck for him.

That was how they found themselves in their current location - Teddy's bathroom. Cristina had pulled Owen in there as he had passed by, looking for her. Locking the door behind her, she turned to draw him into a deep, lingering kiss. She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth, stroking languidly against her own. Grasping at her hips, he pulled her closer towards him, grinding his cock against the softness of her belly, emitting a lusty groan at the sensation.

Being apart for a week was not good for them.

Owen undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down so she could kick them off. Letting his hands trail down the smooth skin of her hips, he finally reached down to cup her tight, round ass. As he lifted her up, she wrapped her arms around him, angling her head back to deepen the kiss while he set her on the counter.

He pulled his lips away from her, trailing soft kisses along her chin and jaw before beginning his assault on her neck. Owen peeled off her tank top and was pleasantly surprised to discover she was not wearing a bra.

Cristina pushed up impatiently on his shirt, prompting Owen to discard it distractedly before bringing his hands to cup her breasts, rubbing her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She moaned in pleasure, her back arching under his caress, pushing her breasts into his willing hands. Reaching down, she hastily unfastened his jeans while Owen took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and tweaking it with his tongue and teeth. Cristina slipped her hand into his boxers to stroke his hard cock. Owen groaned against her breast, nipping lightly at her nipple.

"You need to stop that or this will be very short," he growled against her skin and moved to repeat the attention on her other breast.

With a wicked grin she slowly removed her hand before pushing his jeans and boxers down his hips. Owen began placing open-mouthed kisses down her chest until he reached the scar left by the icicle. He ran his tongue over the raised line, giving her shivers in a way only he could.

Cristina bent her head down to not so gently bite the top of his ear. "I told you I needed you to fuck me," she breathed, running her nails through his hair.

Owen grinned against her skin. He straightened up and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue plunder her mouth. Placing a hand on the small of her back , he dfrew her to the edge of the counter and lifted her up just enough to slip off her underwear.

Breaking abruptly away from their kiss, he grasped at her hips, urging her to wrap her legs around him. Then, looking deep into her molten eyes with his stormy ones, he thrust into her.

She gasped at the sensation of his big, hard cock entering and filling her tight pussy all at once, her heated gaze riveted to his. Reveling in the sensation of being tightly sheathed inside the warmth of her pussy, Owen began to thrust, pulling out almost completely before driving his stiff member deep inside, over and over, the pace hard and fast.

The day wasn't a particularly hot one, but their torrid lovemaking increased the temperature of the confined space and made their sweat-licked skin stick delightfully together in places.

"Ohh yes," Cristina moaned, biting down on her lip as Owen sped up the pace.

His fingers dug hard into her hips, holding her in place while he drove into her. Cristina ran her hands up and down his milky white chest, her nails scrapping teasingly over his nipples.

Feeling that he was close to coming, Owen leaned forward, tipping her backwards as he did. He moved one hand to steady her, keeping her in position. Cristina wrapped her arms around his shoulders, going along for the ride.

"Harder," she moaned, her mouth busy licking and sucking at his neck.

He obliged, thrusting into her harder. She let her head fall back, her breath coming in pants, and Owen took the opportunity to nip at her throat. He could tell she was close by the sound of her heavy breathing and the pleasurable pain of the scratches he knew he would have on his shoulders later.

"Touch yourself," he growled against her hair before running his tongue over the soft shell of her ear.

Cristina slid her hand between them to rub her clit. As she bucked against him, he covered her mouth with a kiss, muffling their moans as she came. Her walls pulsed around him, drawing him over the edge with her, and he spilled his seed inside her as he bit into her shoulder to muffle his own cry of release.

Afterwards, Owen rested his forehead against hers, trying to slow his breathing. Cristina softly ran her fingers through his hair.

"If this is the welcome I get after I go out of town, I should do it more often," he chuckled softly.

"Don't even think about it," She replied, kissing him softly.