Cristina's lips lightly parted away from his; she was flushed and she could feel that her lips were red and swollen. This had been her first kiss since Burke, well the first one she had leaned into…asked for. So worth waiting. There was a fire to it that had been missing with Burke, a desire that went past admiration, possible as deep as...BEEP. Cristina opened her eyes painfully. She was rewarded by the grinning face of Major…Doctor…McBadass, whichever, who happened to be slowly melting her heart. An overly romantic notion for a girl like her, yet applicable nonetheless. Her hand flew to her hip, brushing his hand on the way. Paged by Dr. Sloan.
"I have to…" she began, her voice croaking as it had been out of use, aside from a few moans, for quite a while.
"…get that, I know." He smiled at her again, slightly brushing a particularly wound curl just above her shoulder.
"Yeah…can we…I mean, I will see you…around?" Cristina felt slightly awkward. Her feelings for Owen had been growing steadily stronger and more certain, but she didn't know what to do with them. She felt comfortable with Owen, more comfortable than she had felt with any man…ever, including…well anyway, he had said he was in "the after", but just now he had taken her down to the boiler room and laughed with her and kissed her…oh, had he kissed her.
"Yes…yeah. Maybe sometime…I'm on call tonight, but—"
"On call? When is the last time you've slept?" she asked, a stern concern in her voice. He just laughed it off and lightly placed a hand on her hip with the pager. He lightly played with the hem of her top and she felt a shock as his rough hand gently grazed some skin.
"If you aren't going to answer that page…" he drifted off, barely above a whisper, leaning in close to her face, hovering right by her lips. She could feel his hot breath tickling her lips. She stared at his lips and lightly licked her own, swallowing hard. If she gave in now, there is no way she would make it back upstairs in the next hour. She was a better surgeon than that.
"I…I'm going" she quickly jerked herself away from his warmth and took two large steps toward the door out. Owen laughed.
"You're a good surgeon, Christine." She opened the door and turned with a smile on her face.
"I am…and I'm even better at other things." She closed the door after seeing his slightly jilted, yet amused reaction. Well, it's true, she thought to herself as she jogged up the stairs, readjusting her shirt.