He had taken her hand and paused halfway through the hallway and flipped on the bathroom light.

"Um, this is the bathroom" he said, rather unnecessarily. She felt as though he was nervous, the thought made her stomach do a flip.

"Oh right, so the bathroom is the one with the toilet…" she mocked. He just flashed a grin and continued to the end of the hallway where he turned on the bedroom light. The room was very…him. Nothing fancy, just a desk with some papers, a few pictures, and a bed that hadn't been fixed. "This place is very you"

"Mmm…is that good or bad?" he asked playfully, turning the light back off as they headed back into the kitchen. Cristina slid her hand around his waist in response.

"So what're you making?"

"I hope red meat's okay…" Cristina had a flashback to her first date with Burke when he had been shocked and slightly repulsed to find out she was a red meat eater.

"Better than okay" she responded.

"Good, then it's beef stroganoff" he pulled a packet of meet out of the fridge. "Care to scrub in, ?" She slid off the stool and got a knife to help him thinly slice up the meat. Soon enough they just had to let the mixture on the stove simmer for a little while. They were both sipping their wine and Cristina had just pulled herself up into a bar stool. She was still wearing her jeans and her long-sleeve brown shirt. Owen was also in jeans, but wearing an Army sweatshirt over his white undershirt. When he bent down to check on the toasting bread in the oven, Cristina took an abnormally large gulp of wine to keep herself distracted from the view, unfortunately it did not help. She desperately wanted him to take off his sweatshirt…

"You know, I really don't know how you don't get so hot near the oven with that sweatshirt on" part of her hoped she was being subtle, part of her wanted to sound suggestive.

"Well, when you've gone to Iraq so many times, it's hard to be hot anywhere else…" he looked up at her and seemed to read something on her face. He checked back on the pot and laughed. "But, you know, the stove is making it pretty stuffy in here." He pulled his sweatshirt up over his head and Cristina's eyes greedily soaked in how the paper thin white shirt clung to him…

"Just wanted you to be comfortable" she said, smirking into her wine glass. Owen walked over to her and slid himself between her legs, weaving his hands behind her waist.

"Well, now I'm much more comfortable" he pulled her closer and brushed her neck with a kiss that made her laugh from the tickle of his goatee. He was working hard on her neck and collarbone when the beeping of the stove timer went off. He tore himself away and Cristina let out an audible sigh. If there was a God, they definitely hated her…or wanted her to rediscover the beauty of foreplay. Well, foreplay does imply that something will come after. The waiting was becoming too much to bear.

"So, how do you plan on fixing your…" she wasn't sure what to call it "situation?"

"I'm not sure…I think I might start with Shepherd…I need help sleep and he might have advice, I mean, he's one of the best neurosurgeons anywhere. I'm actually surprised he's in Seattle, I'd expect him to be somewhere like New York." Cristina let out a derisive laugh.

"Well, he was…before." Owen turned around, intrigued. "His wife cheated on him, with Mark Sloan…the plastics guy"

"Wow…but they're so close. At times I thought they were a couple." Cristina laughed at this. A man who liked mocking the McBoys was definitely a keeper.

"I'm not sure you're wrong…well, I guess he got over it. Anyway, he just picked up and came here a few years ago, my first intern year actually…then he and Meredith met and a little angsty twisted love has existed there ever since"

"Hmm…Seattle Grace is definitely not number twelve when it comes to drama"

"Tell me about it…" Cristina shook her head, trying to remember how they got on the subject. "So you're going to see Shepherd…I hope that works out." She bit her lip. Cristina suddenly wished that she could take back the longing in her voice. It made her sound desperate…Cristina Yang was never desperate.

"Yeah…me too" she was pleased to hear the same amount of longing in his voice. "I'm sorry I'm making you wait"

"No, no…you do what you have to do. I wouldn't want us to…do anything and have you regret it. I'm just…inpatient because…" she shook her head slightly and decided to be bold again. "You're very attractive…" he kissed the right side of her neck "and I really like you…" he kissed the left side of her neck "and…I have this funny feeling that you are great in bed."

"Funny feelings are always right" he said huskily. He kissed her hungrily and put a hand up the back of her shirt while the other held her steady on the stool from behind. He quickly pulled himself away and went to grab two plates. "I'm going to see Shepherd tomorrow…any more of this, and I'm going to give in." Cristina gave a satisfied smile.