A/N Some mature content.
"Stay?" Cristina repeated. Her eyes opened wide. She wasn't ready to take the relationship on a physical level as yet. He saw her discomfort, immediately and answered, quickly.
"I don't mean that we have to do anything if you don't want to do that," he said. "It's just that this night has been so wonderful. I don't want it to end. I just want to be with you."
"Oh," she said. Her eyes brightened. It was truly amazing that he didn't want to push the physical angle and that he just wanted to be with her. That spoke volumes to her that he wanted this to be a serious relationship and not one just based on sex.
"Yes," she said. "You can stay. I actually really like that. I can finally kick off my shoes because I don't have to drop you off at your house." She did just that as she kicked off her shoes under the table. "You can do the same, too, if you want." He grinned as he kicked off his shoes, too.
"Good," she said. "Now we can relax." They each had a second cup of coffee, as they continued to chat. "So what did you think of Cristina Yang's life history? I didn't live on a picturesque farm, next to a babbling brook but I think the neighborhoods I lived in, were all colorful."
"First of all, it wasn't a babbling brook. An actual river runs near the edge of the property. So give the river its due. I did think that you had a marvelous childhood, Miss Cristina Yang," he said, laughing. "I thank you so much for giving me the tour. Plus I got the chance to re-visit my old neighborhood at University. I lived only a couple of buildings from where you lived, actually. That was great fun and I must say it was one of the best dates of my life. Nope, it wasn't that. It was the best date of my life."
"Even better than the date we had at your parents' farm?" she teased.
"Hmmm," he replied. "That was a pretty good date, I must admit. The kissing at the swing made that more special."
"Hmmm," Cristina said, as a smile lit up her face. "I did enjoy that kissing. I am wondering whether I could get more of that, tonight."
"If you play your cards right, maybe, just maybe, you could get a little more of that," he said, with a chuckle.
"I think I would like to get a taste of those lips," she said, staring at his well-formed lips.
"Hey, don't treat me like an object," he joked. "These lips are part of the whole package, baby. Come here." He beckoned her to come to him, which she did. He pulled her into his lap and they started to kiss, just softly at first.
"You taste like coffee," she said, as she took his face into her small hands.
"So do you," he replied. Their kisses started to get a little more feverish, as they savored each other's lips and tongues. She tried to get more comfortable on his lap, turning her body to face his, while he wrapped his arms around her to support her.
"I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable," he said, between kisses.
"The couch," she whispered. He got up with her still on him. She easily wrapped her legs around him, as they made their way to the living room. He gently laid her on the couch, with him getting on top of her. Though they had to do some minor shifting around to get comfortable, their lips never broke from each other. It was indeed a very heavy make-out session as his lips and teeth found the side of her neck. She paid him back with his own hickey on the front of his neck.
It was a total shock to her system, when he suddenly stopped and sat upright.
"What's the matter?" she asked, feeling a little abandoned by the fact that his lips were no longer on hers.
"I have to stop," he said. "I don't think I would be able to stop, if we go on much further. You said you weren't ready for that. And unfortunately, my body is telling me that it is ready for something." He shifted himself, as he spoke, which was a clear indication that a certain part of his anatomy was already in a hardened state.
Cristina knew that she, too, was aroused by the wetness she felt down there. She sat up. "Yes, we should stop before it gets too far and neither of us would want to stop. Is there anything else you would like to do?"
"Maybe we could watch a movie until we feel sleepy," he suggested. She jumped up from the couch and started digging into her movie collection. She looked around, apologetically. "There are a lot of chick flicks here, I am sorry to say." She had a DVD of Sleepless in Seattle in her hand.
"Oh, we can watch that," he said. "I haven't seen that one in a while. I found it rather romantic, in fact. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan have wonderful chemistry. No wonder they did a couple of movies, together."
"Yes, yes," Cristina said. "Their chemistry is off the charts. It's always wonderful when you can find actors, who have such wonderful chemistry. It seems almost effortless."
"I think I read somewhere that when actors have chemistry like that, it is because there is some underlying physical attraction to each other," he said. "So because it's already there, the chemistry is so easy."
"I guess," she said, slipping the DVD in her player. She went back to the couch and they snuggled next to each other to watch the movie. They both knew the film so well that they found themselves quoting lines before the actors said it. Their most favorite part was when Annie, Meg Ryan's character was listening to Sam, Tom Hank's character, on the radio, talk about his late wife.
Owen started quoting the lines of the character, Sam, "Well, how long is your program? It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant that we were supposed to be together …and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home ….only to no home I'd ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like ….magic."
It was at that moment as Cristina looked at him, as he was saying the lines that she realized how smitten she was with this man. "That's my favorite part," she said, her eyes betraying how much she was into him.
"Mine, too," he said, as he could clearly see how she felt about him in her eyes. He held her close and kissed the top of her head.
"I think it should be like that," she said. "Just as he said….it should be like magic." He silently agreed. He hoped that meant that she thought that their relationship was like that.
They watched the end of the movie and Cristina wiped a tear away from her eye at the end. "Oh, such a wonderful movie. Nora Ephron is such an amazing writer."
"Yeah, I have always loved this movie," he said. She got up and took the DVD out of the player and put it away. "Do you want to go to sleep, now?"
"Yes," he said. "It has been a long day. I held clinic today and then, went out on this wonderful date." He realized that they hadn't discussed sleeping arrangements so he was going to sleep, wherever she put him for the night. She took his hand and led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. He was secretly pleased that she was allowing him to sleep in her bedroom.
She went into her bathroom and re-emerged five minutes later. Her face was washed clean of make-up and she had brushed her teeth. "I took out a new toothbrush for you," she said. "It's on the bathroom counter." He nodded and went to the bathroom. As he broke open the packaging for the toothbrush, he wondered if it would be okay if he slept in his boxer briefs. She really couldn't expect him to sleep in his jeans and shirt. He brushed his teeth and washed his face and went back out in the bedroom.
Cristina was dressed in a nightshirt and she had laid out a t-shirt for him. He wondered whose t-shirt that was. He hoped it didn't belong to some former lover. That would just be gross, he thought.
"Um, you can wear that t-shirt to bed," she said. "It's my dad's t-shirt. He left it here, when he stayed a couple of nights, after he and my mom had a huge fight."
"Thanks," he said. Cristina threw an interested eye on him, as he undressed. Nothing wrong with examining your own boyfriend, she thought. She greatly admired his physique, as he took off his shirt and jeans and pulled on the t-shirt. He surmised that Cristina's dad was a smaller man because it was a closer fit than what he would normally wear. But he didn't protest. After all, it hadn't really been planned that he would stay the night. If things worked out well between them, he hoped that he would eventually have the privilege of having a drawer at her place where he could put his change of clothes. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, there, since they hadn't actually had sex with each other as yet.
She slipped under the covers and he did the same. She switched off the lamp and they both lay there in the dark stillness of the room with neither of them saying anything. It was a little bit awkward and there was nothing that either of them could do about it.
Since they were both tired, it wasn't long, since they fell asleep. It was a restful sleep for Owen for the most part. It was until the wee hours of the morning, when he felt her small hands under his t-shirt. Since his shirt was on the snug side, he could not help but feel it.
"Cristina," he whispered. He was answered by a murmuring. He wasn't sure she was fully conscious about what she was doing. "Are you awake? Do you know what you are doing?" Again, he was answered by a murmur. He turned around to look at her. Her eyes were closed.
"Cristina," he said, again. If she knew what she was doing, he didn't mind the direction that it was taking. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Do you know what you're doing? I thought you said you weren't ready for that next step," he asked, again. His body was already responding to her caresses. She came forward and grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed her back with the same urgency as she was kissing him. Her hands found her way down to his boxer briefs and she tugged at it, as she tried to get it off.
"I guess you do know what you're doing," he said, as he slipped off his underwear himself. He couldn't wait to get off that snug t-shirt. "Your turn." He helped her pull that nightshirt over her head. Her breasts were bare, so it was just to get rid of her tiny lacy panties, which he took off with one hand.
He was already hard from anticipation. He desperately wanted her. He was a little surprised that she took charge of the situation as she climbed on top of him. Staring into her eyes, she positioned herself so that he could enter her. It was clear that she desperately wanted him, too. There was not going to be any foreplay.
As she lowered herself on to him, they both gasped as he penetrated her. It felt so good, Cristina thought. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, after having foregone dating for the past two years. Oh yes, she thought, she really missed it.
With their bodies joined, they began moving in rhythm.
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