Crackson Chapter Two:
Hope you all enjoyed chapter one
This one will be a lot shorter and I hope that you love it.
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The sun shone through the window onto Cristina's face. Squinting at the sun, she looked at the time, 5.27. Refusing to rise with the day, she rolled over, blindly placing her hand in front of her, having it unexpectedly land onto the bed. That woke her up. She opened her eyes completely now, staring at the empty bed lying in front of her. Sitting up she looked around her room. A single sheet covered her naked body; the rest of her bedding was sprawling on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her curtains were open, letting the sun stream in wishing her a good morning. They were shut last night, so Jackson must of opened them when he woke up, which meant that hopefully he was still here. Pillows were scattered over floor, and her room was more of a tip than usual; hard evidence that last night really happened, not a figment of her imagination, conjured up by her subconscious in her lonely, drunken state.
Her dresser had two empty beer bottles sitting next to each other; she smiled fondly at the memory of what happened shortly after their owners placed them there. Her gaze travelled down to the floor, causing her smile to widen as she saw the pile of clothes still lying on the floor. The only thing missing was Jackson's jeans that lay underneath her jeans, keeping them company, his grey top however remained on the floor. Crawling over the mattress, she leant over to the end of the bed, grabbed his shirt off the ground. Oddly, she pulled it towards her face, inhaling before pulling it over her head, it smelt like him. Realising she was missing something she tumbled off the bed, and checked below it; smiling she stretched her arm out, grabbed her undies, stood up, slipped them on and headed out her bedroom door in search of Jackson.
Her feet disliked the transition from the soft carpet in her room and the cold hard wooden floor of the living room. She found Jackson standing in the kitchen with her back to her, his shirtless back. Funny that, considering she was wearing it now. Leaning against the wall Cristina felt a smile spread across her face; around her the apartment was nice and neat, nothing left from Arizona's surprise party. Doing a quick scan of the room, she could not see a single party popper, empty bottle, unwashed plate or crumb lying on the carpet. She had completely missed the tidying, which would make Callie mad, as she did promise she would help. But she would understand as she had much better things to do. Literally.
Breathing silently she remained leaning against the wall watching Jackson for a few seconds before she spoke, "I thought you left." He moved slightly, not expecting to hear her voice behind him, without turning he answered, "Did you want me to?" his voice sounded shaky almost, as if he wasn't sure. Almost as if he didn't know how Cristina felt about him. Although she thought, she made it very clear to him last night, again and again and again. She thought she saw his body stiffen, as he stood there, unanswered. Usually she didn't mind when someone was left insecure, she felt no reason to reassure them, but this was different.
Silently, her feet moved across the wooden floor towards him. Reaching him, she went up onto her tiptoes and placed her arms over his shoulders, her hands lightly running over his torso, until they hung, draped over him. Her fingers recalled his body from last night; they remembered each feature of his chest and his stomach that her hands had already thoroughly explored. She took a deep breathe, breathing him in, before she whispered into his ear, "I want you to come back to bed." She bent her neck slightly, leaning to begin lightly nibbled on his earlobe, in doing so she could feel a smile break onto his lips. Placing his coffee cup onto the bench he turned to face her, kissing her, desperately, as if he hadn't kissed her in weeks.
Jackson once again grabbed her just below the ass, pulling her up towards her, and in reply, Cristina wrapped her legs around his waist. A stream of memories came back to her, a strong feeling of déjà vu. Not wanting an exact replica of last night, Jackson took two steps forward and gently placed Cristina onto the empty counter top next to the sink. Her undies didn't do much to stop the cold spreading over her ass, up her back and down her legs, but she was otherwise occupied, and wasted no thought on the sudden wave drop in temperature. She would be hot and sweaty soon anyway. Kissing Jackson, she brought her arms down from around his neck, skimming down his torso she quickly arrived at the top of his jeans. She could feel that he was ready for her.
Without breaking his kiss she unzipped his jeans and peeled the down, letting them drop to the floor around his ankles. In turn, Jackson began slowly pulling his top off her, revealing more of her beautiful body, inch by inch. He broke the kiss, "It looks better on you than it ever did on me. But you look much better without it" he said as he pulled it over her head. Feeling deprived of her lips; he leant down to resume kissing, once again gaining entrance for his tongue. Cristina's fingers rested on the top of his briefs for only a second before she began to unroll them. She had only just started when he lightly placed his hands on top of hers forcing her to stop, he broke her kiss once again.
She lowered her hands as he opened his mouth to speak, "Callie.. is she?" he said, whilst a quite moan of pleasure escaped his lips. "At the hospital, with Arizona" Cristina quickly answered, not wanting to wait any longer. In answer Jackson pulled back slightly, and moved his hands to her waist, "This time I'm in charge." He whispered into her ear, the current position of his hands eliciting a moan of pleasure. Torn between wanting to remain in charge and to give in to his wandering hands, she hesitated for a moment. Moving his hands only slightly, she moaned again, breaking the tie, forcing to give in, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing his lips, hungrily wanting more.
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