"Hey Owen," Cristina said, giving him a huge smile. "Come on in." Jackson suddenly started feeling very uncomfortable at the sudden presence of Owen Hunt. He fidgeted a bit on his seat at the dining room table.
"Avery," Owen said, nodding and acknowledging Jackson's presence.
"Hunt," Jackson said, nodding back. They surveyed each other, silently.
Cristina looked at the two men, wondering what the heck was wrong with the two of them. She decided to break the silence.
"So Jackson decided to bring us some ice cream as a kind of a moving-in present," she said. "Wasn't that nice of him?"
"Yes," Owen said, still giving the younger man a steely gaze. "So nice of him."
"Well," Jackson said, getting up from his seat, knowing full that he was not wanted around. "I better get on my way. Grandpa is waiting for me at home."
"Awww, already?" Cristina said. Owen thought to himself, "What does she mean 'already'? The boy has got to go."
"Yes, three's a crowd," Jackson said, letting himself out. "So I will see you on Monday at 8.30 a.m. Got to get there before the store opens at 9 a.m."
"Yes. I will be there, maybe even before 8.30 a.m.," Cristina said. "I am very excited."
"Goodbye," Jackson said, as he left, giving the couple a backward glance. He closed the door, softly.
Owen waited until he heard the start of Jackson's car before asking, "What was he doing here?"
"I told you, he just wanted to bring some dessert for us," she said. "You want some? He brought us Haagen Dazs cookies and cream, dulce de leche and vanilla bean."
"No," Owen said, not willing to accept anything that the young man had brought. "I just ate and I had dessert at home."
"Okay," she said. She noted the overnight bag in his hand. "Are you planning to stay the night?"
"I was hoping I could," he said, giving her a grin. "I wanted to make tonight the first night that I stay over at your place."
"Did your mom say anything?" she asked, wondering whether Mrs. Hunt had any objections to Owen staying the night at her place.
"She was the one who suggested that I come over to your place because I seemed to be so miserable at home," he said, laughing. "My mom knows how I feel about you."
"Okay, you can put your bag in my room. Of course, I took the bigger room, seeing that I found this place," Cristina said. "It's the one on the right. By the way, Meredith is in her bedroom, talking to Derek on her phone."
He opened the door of her bedroom and was surprised to see it already decorated to reflect Cristina's personal taste. Of course, the room had been fully furnished already and Cristina just added some of her personal belongings, including pictures of her family. There was a violin case on one chair and a tennis racquet in one corner. He was learning things about this girl that he had not known before. It was ironic that he and Cristina had shared the most intimate of moments and yet, he knew very little about her. He hadn't known before that she played a musical instrument and that she played tennis. He was so glad that she was staying in Huntsville so he could learn about her as much as he could.
He came out of the bedroom and found her having a cup of ice cream. He found her licking her spoon in a slow, languid manner. He sat down next to her, mesmerized by the way her tongue flicked across the surface of the spoon.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" she asked, smiling because she noticed the way he kept watching her tongue.
"Maybe just a little," he said. She put a little of the ice cream on her tongue and offered it to him. "If that is the way you want to feed it to me," he said. "Then lots more." He accepted her tongue into his mouth. It was the sweetest of kisses in more ways than one, as the creamy goodness of the ice cream melted into his mouth. Their kiss deepened as their tongues danced together, a mixture of cool ice cream and heated passion.
As they broke apart for air, Owen said, "Let's do that again." This time, he put the ice cream on his tongue and she was the recipient of the sweet concoction.
"I am getting so turned on," he said, taking her hand to feel the bulge that was building under his jeans. "Yeah, me, too," she answered, as she kissed him again.
"Oh, please, why don't you guys go in your room," Meredith said, as she stepped out of her bedroom.
"We're going, we're going," Cristina said, as Owen picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "When are you going to get some action?"
"Well, apparently, my sheriff likes to take things nice and slow," Meredith said. "Much to my chagrin. Please try and keep the noise down. I am right next to you guys. And Cristina, I know how you like to scream."
Owen gave Meredith a grin as he closed Cristina's door. He deposited her on the bed and slowly stripped off his clothes.
"Whoohoo, you're giving me a show. Let's see a little bump and grind," she said, as he did a little dance, as he removed his clothing. She laughed, "Your dance moves are still not yet ready for Chippendales but you're more than good enough for me."
When he was totally nude, he turned to her, "Now, it is your turn." She jumped up on the bed and started removing her clothes. "No, no," he said, "You're doing it too fast. You gotta give me the tease." She slowed down and started removing each item of clothing – first her skirt, then her top, then her bra and finally, her panties. "Ah," he said, "the promised land." He brought her down to the bed, pushed apart her legs and started feasting on sex, penetrating her with both his talented tongue and his nimble fingers.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, you're so good at that," he said. It was only when he felt her body shudder with pleasure did he stop. He positioned her on her side, slipped in behind her, raised her leg and entered her. He enjoyed this position because at a certain angle, he could actually see himself pounding into her over and over again, while he actively stroked her swollen clit with his thumb.
Cristina closed her eyes and just allowed the pleasure to own her. She could feel her walls tightening around his cock as she came. She let out a sharp scream as she climaxed. He came soon after, depositing all of what he had into her.
They both lay back on the bed. "Meredith was right. You do scream. I really like that," he said, looking at her. The sweat was running down both their bodies.
"Yeah, I do and for the first time in four nights, I can scream without worrying about it," she said, chuckling. "No Mama Hunt to curtail my screams."
"Do you know that my mom knew that you were sleeping in my room the past few nights?" he said. "She shocked me with that one, during dinner tonight."
"Well, at least she knows that you're a grown man, who needs female companionship, now and then," she said, caressing his chest.
"These days, it has been more now, now, now rather than then," he said. "A fact which is not lost on me. You know for the past few nights, I have been sleeping in the buff."
"Who needs clothes?" she said. "Do you want to make me scream again?"
"Yes, milady," he said, as he pulled her close to him to kiss her. They made love several more times that night.
The next morning, Owen woke up, a little bit disoriented because he was clearly waking up in a room that was not his. He looked at her small nude body curled up next to him. "Thank God you're asleep, Cristina. I want to say this but I don't think you're ready to hear this. So it is a good thing you're sleeping because I don't want to scare you away. I really think I love you." He pulled her tiny body towards him. She murmured a little. "Shh," he said. "It's still early." She settled back down, with her head against his chest.
On Friday morning, there was an air of expectancy in the air in Huntsville. Everyone knew that this was the day that the coroner from Millbrook, Dr. Preston Burke, would be submitting his results. Meredith and Cristina were having breakfast at Lucky's Diner. The diner was really full, busier than what was normal for an ordinary morning. Many folks, living outside of Huntsville proper, had made it into town to hear the news.
"Where is your other half?" Meredith asked. "He is always attached to you."
"He is not!" Cristina protested.
"Well, we only moved in on Wednesday and he has already been there two nights," Meredith said.
"Is that bothering you?" Cristina asked. "Do you want me to tell him to curtail his staying over?"
"No," Meredith said. "Only a wall separates your bedroom from mine and whenever he stays over and you guys are doing the dirty deed, it reminds me that I am not getting any."
"Why don't you tell the sheriff that you want a little boot-knocking?" Cristina asked. "I mean he shouldn't have you suffering like this."
"What? You want me to demand that he sleeps with me? I don't think that sheriff is going to take too kindly to that. Speaking of the sheriff, there he is, accepting an envelope from that coroner," Meredith said. Cristina and Meredith peered out the diner's window, along with all of the pairs of eyes of curious townsfolk. Everyone could clearly see the handover of the package, which had the mayor's autopsy results. The two men shook hands and the coroner drove off.
The diner was buzzing with conversation and speculation. They knew that soon, everyone would know what the results were. "Why don't you call him and ask him?" Cristina asked Meredith. "You have the inside track on the man. Come on, use it."
"I will, just give me about 10 minutes. Let him read it first," Meredith said. After five minutes, she couldn't take it any longer. She dialed Derek's number and tried to sound nonchalant. Cristina stayed quiet so she could listen to the conversation.
"Hi, Derek," she said, giggling. "I am doing fine this morning. Anything exciting happening?
"Oh, really. The results came."
There was a sudden hush in the diner when Meredith said that. It was as if the entire diner was eavesdropping.
Meredith gasped. "He was poisoned!" She not only said for the benefit of Cristina but apparently, the entire gathering at Lucky's. Her gasp was followed by a collective gasp that rippled through the place.
"Well, okay then. I will see you later," Meredith said, hanging up the phone. Just then, Owen entered the diner and joined them. He kissed Cristina lightly on the lips.
"The mayor was poisoned," Cristina said. "The results just came back in." Owen shook his head.
"That's terrible news. We have never had a murder in this town," Owen said. "You know what this means. Everyone who was present at the time of death is now a person of interest. Me, you, Meredith, my mom - all of us and everyone else who was there. This is going to be bad, extremely bad."
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