Oh Baby, Oh Baby
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Cristina was 98.7 percent sure that her mother was somehow responsible for the fact that she had tripped while trying to walk sexily up the stairs. As much as her mother seemed to want to get her only daughter married off, she couldn't seem to do anything without causing Cristina supreme embarrassment, and so it only made sense that she had tripped while attempting to seduce him, dragging Owen up the stairs by the belt buckle. However, maybe the joke was on Helen for once as a certain redheaded major was once again able to catch her when she fell.
They were a tangle of limbs dangling precariously above the cement steps, and Cristina had just about all she could do to keep from laughing outright at the absurdity of it all. Owen, however, did not seem to have the same amount of self-control as she did, his deep laugh sounding in her ear even as the arm now securely wrapped around her waist tightened reflexively.
"Now, now," he whispered, his breath torturing her ear, "I have no desire to be a doctor tonight." Cristina shivered, not so much from the cold as from the way his lips were just barely brushing against her ear lobe. "I'd much rather just play doctor."
He stood up straight, lifting her with ease before setting her on her feet, his hands turning her around the right way, yet gently finding a way under her sweatshirt, teasing across her hips and down the outside of her thighs before he lightly tapped her ass, nearly causing her to trip again out of surprise. "Hey!" she did laugh this time, making sure to have a firm grip on the railing before turning to face him. Being a step above him definitely had its advantages, as she was now eye level with him, his eyes searing into her with an intensity that took her breath away. The lightheartedness of the last few moments dissipated instantly, leaving in its wake something much more volatile and deliciously dangerous.
Without hesitation Cristina grabbed his face with both of her hands, crushing her lips to his without any thought of finesse. Her tongue fought to convey her passion as his hands desperately yanked her hips to his, wandering freely from her back to her ass to her thighs before he lifted her into his arms with a small grunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and taking his not so subtle hint, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaving his hands free to grip the railing as he scaled the rest of the stairs in a few quick steps.
"Second door on the left." She muttered all the while doing her best not to break contact with his lips, both of their tongues now fighting for domination over the other, neither wanting to stop for breath. His powerful arms wrapped around her once more, one of his hands finding the tips of her hair and tugging slightly, tipping her chin back even as he found her door by not so subtly banging her into it.
"Sorry," he grunted, taking advantage of her tilted chin to move his excruciatingly brilliant form of torture to her neck, gently nipping and suckling as she fought with her free hand to find the doorknob wedged firmly into her backside, hoping desperately that she hadn't locked it. Finding it, she grasped it even as Owen's ministrations turned a little rough, the nip at her neck causing a spark of pain before she gasped in pleasure, the door opening as her hand convulsed involuntarily.
They tumbled inside, Cristina sliding from his grasp to rip off her sweatshirt as Owen kicked off his shoes. His mouth claimed hers again as they struggled together, her hands simultaneously attempting to rip off his jacket and undo his belt as his own were left to wander freely over bare skin for the first time, his fingertips dancing up her ribcage and over her back to the clasp on her bra as his mouth burned holes in her neck and shoulders.
Finally free of his jacket and belt, Cristina wasted no time, grasping the button of his jeans, working it and the zipper while she dragged him towards her bedroom, hoping that the walls, floors, and ceilings were thicker than they appeared. "Nice place." Owen muttered into her cheek as the clasp on her bra popped open and it joined the trail of clothing leading directly to her bedroom.
"I'll give you the tour later." She quipped as his hands found her breasts and she had all she could do to even concentrate on the words. She slammed the bedroom door closed, glad that she had had the foresight to turn on the lamp before going downstairs to meet him, her fingers now rapidly working on the buttons of his shirt as his mouth followed his hands to her breasts. She gasped as his tongue began to tease in a way that she had begun to fear might never happen again, and lost all patience for the buttons on the shirt. There was a distinct popping sound as the shirt flew open, revealing his chest, not too sculpted, but wonderful all the same.
"I can't fix that." She stated, her hands running over his shoulders to get the rest of the shirt off, lingering on the contours of his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "I'm a surgeon, not a seamstress." He lifted her once more to deposit her not so gently upon the bed, his hands now working on the button and zipper of her jeans as she shoved his down from his hips far enough for him to kick out of. She could see his erection through the army regulation boxers he wore, could see the gaping scar on his leg that she had stapled herself, the gash traveling up and disappearing into his shapely ass.
She leaned back as Owen grasped the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down, allowing her to kick them the rest of the way off. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own once more before pulling back ever so slightly. "Cristina…" he breathed, the unspoken question in his tone. Was she sure about this?
Cristina shivered and shifted to her knees, acutely aware of what she wanted now more than ever. She traced her fingers up the arms placed on either side of her, bringing them to rest on his well-rounded shoulders. "I want you." She whispered, leaning closer to take his ear lobe into her mouth, taking pleasure in the sudden exclamation from him. "Owen, I want you."
She pulled back just in time to see his eyes cloud over with desire, his mouth devouring her own, as his hand traveled from her neck to her breasts, and further down, stopping to tug the black lace underwear she was wearing down and away even as Cristina returned the favor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to lay her back, his fingers slipping inside of her. Her sudden intake of breath seemed to spur him on, but there was only so much teasing a woman could take.
Cristina reached down and grabbed him, feeling his hardness respond and throb at her touch, Owen's grunts of satisfaction sounding in her ear before he reached down to grab both of her hands, lifting them above her head as he thrust into her, his lips crushing to hers just as she gasped in the most wonderful sort of pain. She urged him on, thrusting her hips to his, not wanting to slow down even for a moment, tongues still battling, her hands straining against his grip, her legs wrapping around him, trying to match him thrust for thrust, the moans from both of them blending together just as their bodies were now melding.
He reached to entwine their fingers, and she squeezed them tightly, moving with him faster now. He seemed to know instinctually what she needed without her having to say anything but the feverish whispering of his name. She could feel the familiar warmth building inside of her, and was desperate to keep it at bay for just a little while longer. It had been too long, but she knew that these sensations would only serve to drive her crazy until she gave herself over.
"Cristina…" he purred into her ear as she moaned, releasing one of his hands to run her hand through his hair before grabbing his elbow as he braced himself on her bed to more firmly anchor herself to him.
"Owen." She breathed, relaxing into him, allowing him to fill her as completely as he could, her body now responding of its own accord, her legs quivering even as she fought for breath. His mouth found her breast again, and Cristina arched into him, feeling as though she may just spontaneously combust at any moment.
"Wait…" he murmured, his tongue swirling around her nipple, the hand not still entwined with hers kneading the other. "Just wait…" The sudden flash of memory associated with those words urged her on as she tensed, and when he reached down to further encourage her the waves of pleasure overtook her slight body as she shuddered, her hand crushing his own as she braced her head against his shoulder.
He rode with her, whispering her name as she clenched around him, and his voice caught in his throat with his own orgasm. They clutched one another, desperate to remain grounded to each other with their mutual release. Cristina finally raised her head, kissing her way up his shoulder to his face, and then finally capturing his lips with her own. She sighed as he slid out of her, pausing to brush a tendril of hair out of her face before laying back and gathering her to him.
Cristina smiled into his chest, knowing that they had both gotten exactly what they wanted and needed.
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Owen listened quietly to her slow and steady breathing, but knew she wasn't asleep for the patterns that she was delicately tracing on his chest. Neither had spoken a word in sometime, but he sensed that that was all right. This was not an instance of words failing so much as it was of words strictly not being enough.
He didn't know what he had ever done to deserve this woman, but he hoped to God that he never did anything to screw it up. Cristina was so beautiful, so passionate, so… Cristina. It was almost impossible to describe her and the way she made him feel. Alive, and yet so much more.
It was now close to 6am. Neither had slept at all, the only breaks in contact from each other to retreat to the kitchen for a glass of water, a brief tour of the apartment, and a quick casing of the room to look for the missing buttons from his shirt. She had apologized for that one, although he was still having a hard time believing the sincerity of an apology delivered with such a devious smirk. He had done his best to show her that there were no hard feelings, slowly, surely, over and over again. He thought she had gotten the message.
His rough fingertips gently explored her body, and he found himself especially enamored with the scar that the icicle had left just a few short months ago. He had felt the attraction to her almost instantly, but if not for that icicle, he might have never had a chance to act on the impulse that had ultimately lead him here, to this very moment with her.
"Admiring your own handy work?" he heard her whisper, and he smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"You could say that," he said softly, tracing the scar gently before splaying his hand across her stomach and tracing his way down her thigh.
She turned in his arms to face him. "Two can play at that game." She stated, her own fingertips now following the curve of the scar on his leg. "Quick and dirty, you said."
Owen chuckled. "I think we already covered that tonight." He brought his hand up to her cheek, cupping it lightly, his eyes entranced with her own. "Several times."
"We covered a lot tonight." Cristina propped herself up on her elbow before resting her chin on his chest. "Befores, Afters, wants, needs…" her voice trailed off. "Where do we go from here?"
Owen smiled. "The only place we can go." He leaned in to gently kiss her, hoping to express everything he still couldn't say with his actions rather than his words. "We go forward. Together."
He reached for her hand, once more entwining their fingers before he settled her back against his chest. "Together." She whispered. "In the Now."
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The End
Or rather, the beginning of something beautiful.
A/N: That's all folks! Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
