After the Vent-
Cristina could barely stand. He was intoxicating. She felt like if he released her she would simply melt right down to the floor.
She couldn't begin to describe the feeling's she was having for this man. No one in her life had ever done something like this for her. Ten minutes ago she was ready to burst into tears. She felt more alone than she had felt since she returned to Burke's apartment the day of the wedding only to find he had left her. Left her forever. Then Owen appears behind her; she knew he would follow her. At least she had hoped he would. She didn't realize he was in the gallery until she had already started her rant. It would not have mattered. She needed to say what she did. But, when she walked out she prayed that Owen would follow her. And he did. At that thought, her stomach fluttered. She felt 15 again. First kiss, first crush, first love. What was happening to her??
And here she stood. Kissing this man. THIS MAN! She could not stop thinking about him. He occupied her thoughts constantly. She thought of him when she opened her eyes this morning. He thinks I am beautiful. She thought of him when she brushed her teeth. He thinks coming upstairs is inappropriate. Is it inappropriate? Her thoughts were interrupted when he broke their kiss and began to kiss her neck. He has such rugged hands. But he is so gentle. He is massaging the small of her back. His touch burns into her skin. He is moving from her neck to her ear, still massaging her back. He begins to slip his hand under her scrubs. "No. We have to stop." He pulled away from her slowly asking "why?". He has that smirk on his face. She loves that smirk. She loved it from day one. She hasn't seen it much lately. But there it was.
"Owen, we can't do this here." "Not here". He understood. She was right. Not here. It has to be special. No, not special, momentous. It needed to be spectacular.
"Have dinner with me tomorrow night"
"Dinner?"
"Yes. You know, the place with the food"
She smiled. God he was good looking.
"Ok" "When?" "Where?"
"I will meet you in front of your apartment at 7:30"
"OK"
He was smiling at her again. So good looking. She wanted to kiss him again. She couldn't. She just regained the feeling in both of her knees.
He started towards the door. "Owen". He stopped and turned to look at her. She was walking forward to him. "Thank you." "I really needed this". He raised both eyebrows with that same smirk. "I mean, the vent." "I really needed the vent". "It did take my mind off of this horrible day".
He raised both hands and cupped each side of her head. He gently kissed her lips. Closed mouth. He just wanted to show her that he did it for her. Show her that he cares for her. More and more every day. "Your welcome". His hands lingered for only a moment. He looked into her eyes. Her eyes. They are so beautiful. He dropped his hands and turned to open the door. He let her go first. They did not speak as the walked the corridor and the stairs back up to the surgery floor. Back to real life. When they reached the top stair, he reached for the door knob. He felt her hand touch his other hand. Just a squeeze. Another thank you. He looked over at her. She was smiling. Quite a change since they had come thru this door a few minutes ago. He held the door for her again. She gave him one last look. They didn't need words. They could both read each other like they had been together forever. She turned to the right. He turned to the left.
As we walked away, he thought to himself, I am falling in love with this woman. Not something he was expecting. Not looking for love. He needed to heal. But……………….you can't stop love. He didn't want to.