ELEVEN

Their two week honeymoon was almost at its end, and a three day stop over to see Owen's mother and visit his home town was almost over. But before they headed back to Seattle Grace at the start of the following week, Owen had to do one more thing, and led Cristina down towards the basement in his mother's house to get it done.

He hadn't visited his house much in the last five years and not at all for about four years. But it was time. His mother had flown to Beverley Hills for his wedding and had enjoyed a lavish time at Helen and Sauls expense. A humble ordinary woman, she let herself enjoy the decadence of the lifestyle of the people Owen had married into. She didn't know Cristina all that well, but the young woman seemed nice enough and had brought a peace and stability to Owen's life, and in addition, since he'd been with Cristina he had visited his home and home town more often, if you could call twice in one year, more often.

The small house on the outskirts of Seattle had been his family home since he was a child; his mother lived there alone and even though it was less than an hour from Seattle Grace Owen hardly went there. Memories of his home town were synonymous with memories of his life before, before he met Cristina, before he joined the army, after he joined the army.

Wyatt's orders for Owen had been to walk into as much of his past life as he could with Cristina, a person who represented his new life. To change the script, to eradicate negative memories and associations. He would gain a great benefit from replacing and retracing the old with the new, she said, and doing it while he was in the happy emotional state of getting married and celebrating, might be more beneficial than if he were feeling apprehensive and nervous.

The benefits were two fold, as visits to 'before' places with her new husband helped Cristina gain perspective and get to know him better. It was weird. They even met up with Beth, Owen's ex fiancé, for a coffee, that was the strangest hour she'd spent. Owen insisted they meet as he needed the new and the old to connect and be exchanged physically and mentally he said. She didn't know when it happened but something about that visit seemed to give him the release he needed. Disappointed feelings he held; guilt, shame, love. Whatever it was he looked Beth confidentially in the eye and asked her forgiveness for not returning from Iraq to her, she had waited patiently but he didn't come back the same person. He was another Owen, the one Cristina met and fell in love, had married.

It was an awkward coffee hour but he needed to do it, instructions a la Dr Wyatt and since he had toured his old town, seen Beth's face, touched her hand and asked for her forgiveness he was like different man. Outside the happiness of his newlywed aura, he was alive... and mischievous.

It was early evening and his mother was upstairs. Some family members and a neighbour had stopped by to see Owen and his new wife. Laughter and old memories were good for a while but after an hour or so Owen excused himself a moment and taking Cristina's hand and led her out of the room and down into his mother's basement.

"I wasn't allowed girls in my bedroom," He said as they entered. "So this is where I used to

come with my 'women'.

At the far end of the space was a walled off partition and behind that was a quasi study area with a window, a desk, a lamp, some shelves and a cabinet. He moved the lamp from the desk onto the floor, brushed a hand over the dusty surface of the desk and lifted Cristina to sit on it and positioning himself between her legs he kissed her.

She kissed him back. "What are we doing down here...?"

Owen pushed his face into her neck, breathing in the smell of her hair and skin.

"We're spending time..."

She pulled slowly back from him. "Don't you think we're being rude?"

He slid his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and pushing his hands into her hair, kissed her again. "No... I don't." He said.

"But...shouldn't we...?"

He pushed his mouth over her cheek and swirled his tongue over her ear. "No... We shouldn't..."

She dodged his mouth. "...But Owen, your mother... "

"Cristina, you're the last girl who's ever going to be on this desk with me in my mothers' house ... I need to do this... Wyatt's orders. " He kissed her on the lips. "Now shh..."

He pushed her to lie on the desk and gently pressed his hands over her body and over her breasts. Her light blue t-shirt rode up at her tummy and kissing her there, swirled his tongue in and around her belly button. "Relax." She breathed lightly in the dusky light of Owen's mothers' basement and thought about the other women that had laid there while his mother did whatever normal mothers that were not her mother did upstairs. It was pretty nerve wracking Owen's honeymoon regression therapy role play.

"We'll be quick." He said.

Quick was good.

His fingertips pinched at the hem of her t-shirt and he pulled it up and off. "Owen..." She was not sure they sure they should go that far.

He kissed her quickly on the mouth. "Naked is best." He shook off his shirt and threw it aside and unzipping his pants stepped out of them. Reaching round her body he opened the fastening at the back of her skirt and jumping off the desk a moment she stepped out of it and her underwear.

They stood naked looking at each other.

Then laying her on the flat of the desk Owen pressed her legs apart and went straight for her centre and began to kiss and lick her. She closed her eyes. No wonder he was so good at this. She thought about the girls who'd come before her. She thought about Beth. Owen pushed his tongue into her natural creases and she tried not to react. He'd let his facial hair grow while they holidayed and so the prickle of his brush grazed her skin, the scratch of it was surprisingly stimulating and her breath eked out in whispered bursts.

Easing his middle fingers into her, he was sexily confident and she could imagine him as a hungry youth. The Owen in his before, enjoying life exploring the human body having sex, having fun, causing mischief in his mothers' house, taking advantage, Hannah's only child, before he went missing in the After. The sound of his mother's voice pulled her from her moment and Cristina froze until Owen reassured her.

"She won't come down here."

"It could... be important..." Cristina whispered.

"It's not..." He said.

He massaged her front with his palm, his thumb pushing down the centre part of her lips, disturbing the fine strip of hair that lay there. She whimpered and wriggled and couldn't look at him, Owen pressed firm circles along her entrance and hovered the pad of his finger tip over her clitoris dusting it lightly. She gave a cry and Owen was motivated by her discomposure and alternated between his hands and his tongue, pushing one or the other into her. Kissing her pussy with his mouth, pulling at her with his lips, massaging her. He closed his eyes and let her wetness and the sounds she made absorb into him. Cristina clasped the overhead edge of the desk.

This hungry Owen she supposed was the person Teddy met and understood. That hungry, fearless, naive, optimistic stallion vs the mature, responsible, intense, unpredictable bull Cristina knew, and she was a little jealous about that. Teddy was connected to him through his past and his present. Before he had brought Cristina through his past, Teddy had already been there. That's why he relaxed with her and laughed and smiled. She knew this side of him, mischievous, unbridled, free. A pang went through her gut as she visualised Teddy and Owen's intimacy, their friendship, their laughter, their love for one another; platonic or passionate.

His fingers rotated and pushed in and pulled out, fingering her rapidly. Cristina pushed herself towards him.

They were in his mothers' basement she reminded herself again. Neighbours outside activity going on above them. She was supposed to be drinking tea or being fussed over as Owen's new wife or something suburban like that. She was supposed to be helping with the washing up or loading the dishwasher, but she wasn't, she was massaging his head as he licked and finger fucked her.

She wanted to taste him. Reaching out she pulled him up her, grappled him up her body and kissed him. She could taste herself but she wanted to taste him. They hurriedly exchanged places and she lowered her mouth onto him. This was ridiculous. She sucked the head of his penis and pushing down and up dragging her bottom lip so it tugged up his stretched skin. He groaned. She bobbed her head up and down hungrily sucking at him absorbing the sensation of him in her mouth. The point of her tongue dipped in an out of the tiny slit.

The sound of a door slamming above jolted her and she froze again, but he persuaded her, begged her, coaxed her with his movements not to stop, he soothed her into continuing until he was on the verge of coming. "Oh...god..."

Eventually he couldn't take it and asked her to "Slow down." and ushered her to stop so he could stand. He wanted to fuck her. They stood naked in the basement kissing and caressing, lips embracing the craziness of their situation.

He spun her around so she faced the desk, leant her gently forward and as she pressed her palms on the table Owen pushed into her. Cristina peered over her shoulder at him, and pushed her behind to him. The head of his cock pierced the back entrance of her vagina and he whispered what he was going to do to her. One hand pressed into the curve of her lower back, his other held firm her hip. Cristina tried not to make a noise as he rode her but it was difficult. His legs straddled outside of hers as he moved slowly at first, then picking up a rapid rhythm.

Again Owen's mother called out but he was lost to hearing her. Cristina urged him to respond threatening to leave him if Hannah walked in and saw her precious sons cock halfway inside her. Owen laughed but didn't respond to Hannah's calls. Nothing was going to stop this passionate full circle moment for him.

His elbows and lower body thrashed in opposing rhythms as he bashed her ass against him. Her bottom padded and bounced against his skin and curls in her hair jumped as her body thrust back and forward into him. At the wonderful sight of her he could feel himself coming. Sensitive about expressing too much noise Cristina held herself back but his heavy thrusting forced her to give him what he wanted, asked for, demanded. "Come for me..."

Owen sucked his breath through gritted teeth and stifled a loud gasp as he came. The passionate torment of his orgasm pushed Cristina to her point of release and suddenly she expressed herself and Owen was caught in a rapid pulse of her contractions. Her expression translated into a series squeals and hums and gasps, Owen penetrated through her explosions. "...hmmm... ahhh..."

The silence was heavy with their breathing. Owen curled protectively over her body drained, she lay face down enclosed in his arms. "Ridiculously fantastic". She panted.

They moved because they had to and slowly began putting their clothes back on and straightening up. He helped her on with her skirt and top and helped strangle her hair back into her hair band. Owen organised her tidy and smoothed the sides of her face with his hands. She pulled the collar straight on his shirt and smoothed him down the front of it. They looked at one another for a bit and hugged.

"I'll tell her you were helping me with something." Owen suggested as she followed him. Behind him on the stairs she felt an overwhelming sense of love for him and a clearer understanding of who he was and how far he had travelled emotionally, mentally and physically. The Owen she'd just made love to was free and nonchalant and not confined and mindful like the Owen she lived with.

Perhaps with her love he'd be alright. Perhaps if she gave him what he needed it would be ok. Perhaps having a family would prolong his mental freedom, and for the first time considered cancelling the appointment Arizona had made for her back in Seattle. Maybe she underestimated what she really wanted and what they really needed as a couple.