Twenty-nine-year-old Dr Gabrielle Jones looked over at her colleague, Dr Owen Hunt, as he updated his charts. Something had changed in Owen Hunt over the last five months. He had been a brooding creature but now, there was a lightness of spirit in him.

In the months before, Gabby and Owen had been sex buddies. Neither of them had been dating anybody and they started sleeping together as a form of release to their stressful jobs. A quickie in the on-call room could release a lot of stress, they both realized. She had hoped then that it would have developed into something more meaningful but he never gave any indication that he wanted to pursue any sort of relationship. Even though he was three years younger than her, she still would not have minded dating him.

Then, five months ago, he stopped accepting her invitations to the on-call room. He had turned her down three times, before he finally admitted that he was seeing someone and he did not want to cheat on her. Gabby knew her name, too because she had heard him on the phone with her. He seemed to call her every night, and Gabby could see the changes in his face, when he spoke to his girlfriend. His features softened, his voice changed timbre, especially when he said her name, "Cristina."

He never seemed to spend any of his days off in Boston. After his shift ended on the night before his day off, he would just take off in his car. She asked his friend, Josh, where Owen was going. Josh said that Owen had a girl in Northampton and he would go there on his day off. All she knew about Northampton was that the Smith College campus was there.

Her questions were answered late one night in the ER. It had been a relatively slow night in the ER, a couple of broken bones and a few minor accidents were there that night. Nothing to write home about, she thought. She noticed her standing there – a pretty, petite, Asian girl in a Smith College hoodie. Gabby did note that the girl had the most fabulous hair she had ever seen. As a woman, one couldn't help but notice these things, she thought.

The girl seemed to looking for someone. Gabby went to her and said, "Good night. I am Dr Gabrielle Jones. May I help you?" At five foot nine, Gabby towered over the tiny girl.

"Yes, please," the girl said. "I am looking for Dr Owen Hunt. Could you tell him that Cristina is here?"

"Cristina," Gabby thought, "this sprite is Cristina. A big hunk of a man like Owen is dating this delicate slip of a girl. How young is this girl? She has to be at least 18 to be in college."

Gabby finally found her voice and said, "Yes, he is here. I will get him for you."

"Thank you very much," the munchkin said.

Gabby went off in search of Owen. She found him, wrapping the knee of an elderly gentleman. She chose her words carefully, "There is a kid out there to see you. She has a curly ponytail and is wearing a Smith hoodie."

His face broke out into a huge smile. That confirmed to Gabby that she was definitely Owen's Cristina. He finished wrapping the knee and headed out to the ER reception area.

Gabby watched them together. She noted the change in Owen's face – it was the same expression he had when he talked to her on the phone. Owen Hunt was in love. For her part, the girl's face lit up when she saw him. It was clear she loved him, too. Gabby was happy for Owen. She wished she had what they had.

Owen was smiling broadly when he saw her. "Cristina, what are you doing here? How did you get here? I was going to drive out to see you, after my shift. Day off tomorrow."

"I took the bus from Northampton. I have a surprise for you. I got a car. I asked my step-dad and he leased a car for me so I can use it while I am at school. I just picked it up from the dealer. So no more bus for me. It also means I can drive down from school to see you. We can do more stuff in Boston, anyway than in Northampton," she said, excitedly, her eyes shining.

"That's really great," he said. He loved it when she was happy.

"I also have another surprise for you," she said, with a shy smile.

"What? A bigger surprise than the fact that you're here," he grinned.

"I'm ready," she said.

"Ready for what?" he asked, puzzled.

"I'm ready. I'm on the pill, now," she said.

"You're ready. Is that why you're here?" he asked, smiling. He had been waiting for her to say this for a while.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Alright, I have an hour left on my shift. Maybe you can go get something to eat and meet me back here," he said, his anticipation was starting to build.

"Yeah, I was thinking I could get some pho," she said. "I will be back in an hour."

He watched her disappear through the ER doors. He immediately got on the phone and booked a suite at the Ritz Carlton. He wanted this to be memorable for her, no sweaty coupling in the back seat of a car or his dinky one-bedroom apartment. Truth be told, he had started putting aside some money for a night like this. Rooms at a five star hotel like the Ritz Carlton would take a huge toll on a resident's budget.

The last hour of his shift seemed to be crawling. He just could not wait to get out of there to be with Cristina.

She returned five minutes before his shift ended. He smiled when he saw her come through the doors.

"Hey, I brought you some pho. It was really good," she said, smacking her lips together.

He got his coat and they went out to the parking lot.

"This is my car," she said, proudly, showing him a white BMW convertible. "We can leave your car in the parking lot and drive mine. I want to show you how good I can drive."

"Okay," he said. "We're going to the Ritz Carlton."

"Mmm, fancy," she said.

"Only the best for my babe," he said.

She giggled.

They opened the door of the hotel suite he had booked for the night. She put the pho down on the table and looked around, "This is really great, Owen. Luxurious."

Owen thought so, too. It was not everyday he would even be seeing the insides of a hotel like the Ritz Carlton. He came from a middle-class home in Seattle, unlike his Beverly Hills princess, who probably had seen the insides of fancy hotels across the globe.

As he settled down to eat, she announced that she was going to take a bath. She disappeared into the bathroom and 20 minutes later, came out in a big, fluffy robe and slippers, with her hair wrapped in a towel. He finished his meal and headed into the bathroom. He was going to wash away the sweat of his day. He needed to be fresh and clean for this, he thought.

He had anxiously been waiting for this moment for quite a while. He hadn't wanted to push her too much before she ran away, screaming, never to return. He felt it was only natural that he would want to make love to his girlfriend. Any guy would. It had been really difficult to pull away from kissing her when a certain part of his anatomy was granite-hard. And that had happened a little bit too much for his liking.

He towelled off and pulled on a big, fluffy robe. She was already in the bed, under the sheets and if he could see properly, she seemed to be wearing some sort of black lingerie.

He took off his robe and got under the sheets with her. She was wearing a sheer black babydoll nightgown with matching g-string underwear. He asked, "Is this all for me?"

She smiled, "Only for you, babe." She wondered in her head if that sounded dumb. "Maybe I should stop trying to talk sexy," she thought. "He probably thinks I am an idiot."

He gave her some deep kisses, rolling his tongue on her own, while his hands explored under her lingerie to linger on her breasts. "Let's just get this off, shall we?" as he untied it and took it off her. He slipped off her underwear, too. "What was the point of getting all of the sexy lingerie, when all he wants to do is just take it off," she thought. "I could be wearing a burlap sack and he wouldn't care because he was just going to take it off."

Owen was feeling a little bit nervous. He had never had sex with a virgin before. Even his first sexual experience at the age of 16 was not with a fellow virgin but with his friend Ronnie's 19-year-old sister Tanya, who was known in the neighborhood as being hot to trot. That experience was more like "slam, bam, thank you ma'am." That experience was just about a horny teenager, wanting to boast to his friends that he finally did it. This was different, he loved Cristina and he was certain that she loved him back. He needed to make it special for her.

He started by leaving a trail of soft kisses from her face, to her neck, to her shoulders, to her arms, to her breasts, to her stomach and finally, between her legs. He pushed her legs apart to get to her sex, and used his tongue to penetrate her. Cristina had never felt such sensations in her life before, as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, while rubbing her clit, simultaneously. "Oh, my, that alone was worth the price of admission," she thought. Her breathing became shallow, with each thrust of his tongue. She started pushing her hips up to meet his tongue. It was one of the most pleasurable experiences in her life. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure overcame her. "Was that an orgasm? If it was, it sure felt great," she thought.

He came up and kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself on his lips. As they kissed, he plunged his fingers into her. First one finger, then two fingers, then three, pushing into her at a fast, rhythmic pace. "Is the man trying to kill me here?" she thought. "If I knew it was going to be so good, I should have jumped his bones sooner."

As he stared into her chocolate brown eyes, he knew she was ready. He was already rock-hard and he positioned himself to enter her. He didn't want to hurt her, so he entered her really slowly. She was very wet but unbelievably tight. He eased himself into her until he was all the way in. He started moving slowly, so she would get used to it. Then he started to build up the pace. It felt so good, she thought, and she started to moan. "What the hell, I'm actually moaning! Oh my God, this feels so freaking amazing," she thought.

She closed her eyes and just felt him thrust deep and hard into her, revelling in the feel of him inside of her. "This…..feels…so…good…..Owen!" she told him through shallow breaths. "Wo-ow!"

"Yeah … babe… it… does," he said between deep thrusts. He started rubbing her clit to increase her sensations because he wanted her to climax before he did. "Come for me, baby."

As the pleasure of the orgasm claimed her body, she let out a scream. "Wow, my baby is a screamer," he thought. "Nice." He couldn't hold back much any longer, as he exploded and spilled his seed into her.

They were both out of breath, as they lay back on the bed. He had wanted the experience for her to be enjoyable, pleasurable and special and he hoped that it was. "Did you like it?" he asked.

She turned to him with shining eyes, kissed him on the mouth and said, "Can we do that again?"

A/N: I almost feel embarrassed writing about sex. Since Cristina is a virgin, I thought it would be funny to write about what she was thinking during the sex, since it is a brand new experience.

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