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Rolling back and forth with the word naughty blinking in her eyes, Cristina enjoyed the game of escaping from Burke's omnipotent touch.
The more crests she created on the once perfectly ironed bed-spread, the more excited Cristina became.
The bed was shaking so violently that Burke feared it would break the ceiling beneath or push down a few walls. Although there were pauses in between, they never lasted enough to give any peace of mind to their neighbors.
As Burke's lips began another adventure on her silky skin, Cristina burst into laughter once again.
After multiple times of highly-charged exchange in bed, the two finally settled down. Cristina was clinging onto him like a koala to his mother.
Applying light pressure on the back of his neck, Cristina felt her ankles swimming between his calves. Slowly but firmly, she whispered into his ear, "Nobody has to know."
Crossing his leg just around her kness, Burke took control and asked in an amused tone, "Secrets don't survive at Seattle Grace."
"I'm not wearing the ring, you're not telling anyone," Cristina rolled her eyes. "Nobody will know."
"Not unless we hide ourselves," Burke rocked her between his arms, inhaling the fragrance in her hair.
Enjoying it like a baby in the cradle, Cristina asked with innocence, "Why?"
"We're too happy. Our happiness would suffocate our friends and bring our secret into light."
Not ready to give in, Cristina resumed the massage on his neck, "We're better than George and Callie. We are a team with good discipline!"
"You didn't know how easy it is to read your face," Burke pulled the hand on his neck to the front and lay it on his chest. "Who can resume her old sullen self when there's this leap in the heart?"
Moving her hand away from Burke, Cristina reached over to the phone and teased, "Ok, we'll hide. I will tell them we are stranded in Alaska and won't come back before Christmas."
"Cristina!" Burke couldn't help but laugh.
"Why do you want to marry me? Was it because of the sex?" Cristina licked her lips as she stared into Burke. "You know, we always have good sex."
The cleft in Burke's chin was delicious; Cristina couldn't control her tongue from stopping there before heading for the southern regions.
Instead of responding with a word, Burke chose to cradle her head and catch her rosy lips with his own.
As Burke's hand slipped down to give a powerful squeeze on her tensing shoulder, the soreness escaped Cristina's body as swiftly as the mesmerizing moan that eloped through her mouth.
"Tell me your middle name," Burke inquired randomly between their hasty gasp for air.
"Why do I have to tell you?" Dragging Burke to sit on his knees with her, Cristina hovered her arms around his neck and smirked.
"Because we're engaged," Burke smiled, without rushing her.
"Well, thank God it is not Iphigenia," Cristina said sarcastically as she thought about Callie Igphemia Torres O'Malley.
"So what does the T stand for?"
"How do you know it begins with a T?" Cristina was puzzled, "It isn't in my chart!"
Snuggling her tightly from behind, Burke let out a triumphant smile. "It's in your passport signature."
"You're being sneaky!" Cristina puckered her lips and looked pensively at him, wondering if she should tell.
"Theresa?"
"I'm not a saint."
"Theodora?"
"I'm not an old spinster either!"
"Well, if you don't tell me, I will keep guessing forever," Kissing her earlobes as he continued his pursuit, Burke was basking in confidence.
Shutting her eyes to give herself a private moment, Cristina averted her gaze to the side of the bed and said, "Tae-Hee. It's the Korean name my father gave me."
Immediately Burke regretted having asked. The sadness on Cristina's face was unexpected and overwhelming.
Pushing the hair on her forehead to the side, Burke let the warmth of his hand melt the tears that were welling up Cristina's eyes.
"We'll put that on the wedding invitations, and whatever is allowed."
Looking suspiciously at Burke, Cristina lost the ability to speak.
"I don't know your father, but I'm sure he would like to be part of this."
Ignoring the mild heaviness in her heart, Cristina pressed her lips against his cheek and softened her voice, "Thank you, Burke."
Pulling the sheets higher to cover her arms, Burke cleared his throat and said, "You know, the ring is from my grandparents. So we'll have lots of people to watch over us and make sure we don't mess up."
Reaching into the top drawer, Cristina slid the ring onto her necklace and relaxed as Burke held her in his arms.
Without turning to look at him again, Cristina murmured, "I love you, Burke."
"Me too, Cristina."
They smiled in serenity.
