Okay, was anyone else confused about the latest episode? First Cristina tells Meredith that being with Owen felt like home, then she goes and tells him he's stupid for breaking up with Emma, but he CHEATED on her! With Cris, WTF! And then both of them having a mutual understanding of what happened in the trailer was a one time thing? I dunno, I'm confused. But I was happy that they left the hospital together, maybe he really did change his mind and doesn't want the white picket fences and a bunch of babies and baked goods lol. Anyways this is the result of the inspiration I garnered from Thursday's episode.
Let me know what you think!
Maybe it was the wine, alcohol was known to lower inhibitions and give you liquid courage. It might have even been the distance, they say it makes the heart grow fonder, because you never know what you truly have until it's not within reach anymore. Or maybe it was the fact that these two could not be left alone in a room together, their magnetism would always prevail and their hands could not be kept to themselves. Or maybe it was something far more conspicuous and far less ambiguous, the mere fact that love does not ever just die, especially the love shared between the two of them, that the definite future was unknown and lured in murky waters but being confronted with the realization that it didn't get any better than this, that being with anybody else would only serve to remind each other of what they were missing, because once you've had a taste of perfection, it's impossible to settle for mediocre.
That night at the trailer proved to be the defining moment when they both realized that their feelings would never change, their love would never die and nobody else would ever compare. With every kiss, touch, and thrust Owen subconsciously tried to convey to Cristina that she was his, she belonged to him, and her stubbornness and unwillingness to admit that she still loved him only egged him on. He wanted to convey his love and make her realize that no one would ever be able to take his place, he could never be replaced, so he wanted to take this opportunity to blow her mind into submission and have her question the notion of their separation and who it was actually benefiting.
He thought he had done a pretty good job at the convincing part, his performance and stamina seemed to please Cristina, and the fact that she didn't trust herself to be alone with him was further proof that he still held a power over her. She had been barely hanging on, for the past couple weeks she had been teetering at the edge, his playfulness, sublime connotations, the looks he would give her, and the flirting that wasn't so subtle anymore, he wanted her to crack, to tease her relentlessly until she gave in, and it was becoming harder everyday for her to keep her distance and not let him get to her. So everyday he tried to tear her down a little at a time.
Cristina entered the elevator and pushed the down button, she had just rocked a once in a lifetime surgery that all the attendings and residents sat to watch, she felt like she was on cloud nine.
The doors began to close when she heard someone yell out "Hold the door please!"
Normally she would of not paid attention, but today she was happy and didn't mind the company, who ever it was.
She held the door open with one hand and a faint smile played across her lips when she saw Owen run into the elevator.
"Hey, thanks." He said a little out of breath but nonetheless with a beaming smile flashing her way.
"Hi." Cristina greeted while shoving her hands in her pockets and looking straight ahead, she caught a glimpse of the look on his face and in her state of complete euphoria, if she turned and looked at him, she probably would lunge herself into his arms, push the emergency button and celebrate with him right then and there.
"Congratulations on the surgery, you were amazing Cristina, every stitch, incision and move you made was completely flawless, I'm so incredibly proud of you." His voice was sweeter than nectar and she couldn't help but give him a sideways glance.
"Thank you,….Chief.", "I'm glad that I pleased you." She answered, her voice a little too playful.
I could think of a few different ways you could please me, Owen thought.
"We should celebrate." He exclaimed, while turning his body to face her and forcing her to turn to meet his gaze.
I can think of a lot of different ways we could celebrate, Cristina thought, imagining them in various sexual positions before he stopped talking and she was forced to infer what he was asking since she wasn't really paying attention to his words more so then his lips.
Damn it, she thought, I'm busted, he caught on.
Owen noticed Cristina's lack of interest in what he was saying but didn't miss the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted when she was forced to stare at him, he eyes were glued on his lips, so he decided to move a little closer so she could get a woof of his aftershave, a scent he knew drove her crazy. He was gonna tear down her walls, little by little, he was a man on a mission and he wouldn't let up till he had her, all of her.
"what are you doing tonight?, let me buy you a drink." He said in a low voice, his eyes pleading with her to say yes, he knew she couldn't deny that sad puppy dog look.
It infuriated her that he was playing these games with her, trying to have her admit defeat, it was becoming harder and harder to resist him, especially when he looked at her the way he was doing right now, or when he openly flirted with her unashamedly, or when he would accidentally graze her forearm or playfully wrap a curl around his finger. Well, two could play this game, she did want to celebrate, she had been researching this procedure for weeks, devoting all her time and energy into perfecting the technique. Their was no time to unwind or grab a drink and she hadn't has sex since the night in the trailer but tonight Cristina Yang was going to get lucky.
She decided to give in, to play along with the cat and mouse game that he had been instigating, but she was determined to win, let's see how he feels when the tables have turned.
Okay, I like tequila." She said as she nonchalantly straightened up his tie, her fingers lingering on the sensitive skin on the nape of his neck making his breath shallow while he closed his eyes at the feel of her touch.
"Oh, I know what you like." Owen answered back without missing a beat, annunciating each word with a seductive smile on his face before opening his eyes again.
"Truth or Dare!, you have to pick Owen!" Cristina exclaimed, they were on their third round of drinks when Cristina thought it would be a good idea to play a game. They sat at the bar, their forearms touching and her hair cascading down her back and shoulders, lightly tickling his pale skin every time she found something funny and moved closer to him.
Owen took another swig of his beer before taking his third shot of whiskey. He turned to face her, "Truth." He replied playfully and waited for her to come up with a question.
"First impression of me?" She asked while raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Owen gave her a chuckle, "Honestly?" He asked and she nodded, he leaned in a little closer, his breath tickling her ear and sending shivers down her spine.
"First thing I noticed was your hair, I wanted to touch it," He started while running his hands through her mass of curls. "But then I got a look of your face and I- uh, …." He smiled sheepishly at her, "Your lips, they're so full and pink and pouty, I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel wrapped around my cock."
Cristina felt a shot of electricity run from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. God, he looked so hot with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up and his tie loosened and exposing a little bit of his bare chest. She felt herself getting wetter by the second but she was not going to let him have the upper hand.
"Well did they live up to your expectations?" She asked while lightly rubbing her hand up and down his thigh.
"You know its been so long," He leaned into her touch and adjusted himself, purposely forcing her to graze his erection. "I would need to be reminded before I could answer that question."
"Oh, really?" She asked, "You don't remember grunting, groaning and moaning my name?" She gave him a knowing seductive smile, "Or when I used to swallow, you always loved when I would lick you clean…."
Owen let out a groan as his cock involuntarily twitched at her words, "What about you?" He asked. He then lowered his voice, "You used to love when I ate you out."
Cristina sighed heavily, the room was getting too hot to bear, her resilience was wavering and the tequila she was drinking was making her a lot more braver and overt than she had been in a long time when it came to Owen.
She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anybody, right here and right now.
"You know…its been so long, I can't recall…" She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"Maybe you need me to refresh your memory?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Well if it was really that great then you'd think I'd remember…?"
"Oh, I know you remember, are you thinking about it right now? My face in between your legs?" He smiled smugly at her. Bastard, she thought. "New game." Owen declared, "I bet that I've got you so wet right now that your panties are soaked."
"Wow, you really think highly of yourself."
"If its not true then I won't try to and get you into bed tonight, but if it is true, which I'm sure it is, then you come home with me and I'll spend all night refreshing your memory in-between blowing your mind."
"I'm not wet." She scoffed.
"Prove it."
"How do you suppose I do that?"
"Let me flick my finger between your legs."
She stared at him for a minute before slowly getting up off the bar stool, using his thigh as leverage and purposely giving his hard-on a not-so subtle touch. "Fine, you win." She said, standing behind him, "But I'm the one whose gonna blow your mind."
He followed her lead and got up off the bar stool, threw money on the counter and turned to face her, he put his hand on her lower back and escorted her towards the exit. He smiled down at her, "You must be really wet huh?" He asked into her ear.
"Just about as rock solid as the hard-on your sporting right now."
