A/N: Getting some feedback would be nice... At least let me know that you actually read it.

Ch. 4

"What do we want to do now?"

Cristina held her head up with one arm, the other one lying across Burke's chest. The bed was so cozy that she swore she did not want to move another inch under the blanket.

Her gaze on him was lazy yet mesmerizing. There was something about the woman beside Burke that made his mouth water and his tongue tingle the way he did when he was given a lollipop as a kid. Without much thought, he turned and covered her with kisses.

"You smell like raspberry chicken," Cristina giggled as his hair brushed across her face.

"Don't you love that?" Burke's lips curled up.

"Burke, I've an idea—"

"What?" Burke allowed himself another smile, while Cristina suddenly sprang up and pulled out a huge bathing towel from the closet.

"I know you'll love it," Cristina smirked.

Burke couldn't help but squint his eyes in a funny way when he finally understood what she meant from the way she was caressing his head.

"What if I say no?"

"Come on, Burke," Cristina responded in a pleading tone. It was a crazy idea but she was pretty confident it would work.

Before long, Burke found himself wrapped in a towel in front of the shower. The fingers massaging his scalp were delicate yet powerful. Gently and slowly, the unsettled feeling within him was rubbed away. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, but he was so relaxed that he lost the ability to move his tongue.

"Hey!" The chill of from the shower head made him laugh. "You're supposed to wash my hair, not to make my entire body wet!"

"I'm sorry," Cristina stuck out her tongue a little. "It just reminds me of how I used to give Buddy a good bath."

"Buddy?"

"Meredith wasn't the only one who had a pet," Cristina shut her eyes for a second, remembering her handsome companion that she used to ride on before her step-dad took it away.

Burke caught a glimpse of her as he turned his head. Sad wasn't the word he would use to describe her expression, but it certainly was one of those moments when her features went soft. He was content that he had the privilege to see a side of Cristina that no one else could.

He hated to admit that during his occasional moments of insecurity, he always saw her as cold and distant. Deep at heart, however, he knew she had so much more for anyone to discover.

Cristina put her hands on his head again to rinse off the shampoo. She loved it when her fingers were put to good use.

"Ok, Burke. Here comes the fun part—"

When Burke saw the beaming face on his girlfriend's face, he wondered if it was a good idea to allow this woman to mess with his head—but who could resist that?