"Don't go, stay here with us. Please!" Cristina whined as she fluttered her eyelashes at her husband and pouted.
She was sitting cross legged on the bed with 6 week old Daniel in her lap, watching Owen neatly folding clothes into a suitcase and his designer suits into the suit carrier.
"I wish I could but it is only 5 days. And you are very cute when you are whining!" Owen placed his hands on the mattress and stretched forward to kiss his wife. Cristina backed her head away from her husbands inviting lips.
"Screw cute! We are going to be lonely without you." Seeing her husband's blue eyes looking back at her tinged with a mixture of sadness and guilt, she relented and leaned in to his lips. The kiss was lingering- neither one wanting to break away as that meant that the moment that had to say goodbye was edging closer. Cristina held her husbands face in her hand and her lips danced over his, her other hand wrapped tighter around her son in her lap, making him part of the love shared between his parents.
Owen and Derek Shepherd were due to fly to Los Angeles in the very early hours of this already very early morning to speak at a medical conference on neurology and trauma. They had been working on the research and presentation for the best past of the last 6 months. Their wives exchanged many late night phone calls to locate their husbands when they had been working as the moon disappeared behind the clouds and were still working when it re-emerged in it's daytime outfit. The Chief was in his wooing mode and had made it clear that he was sending his 2 most respected male attendings, he could not leave Adele at this moment in time, to effectively sell their hospital to the leading lights in the surgical community. When The Chief wanted to woo in Los Angeles you went to woo in Los Angeles.
"I have to go" Owen's voice was low against the side of her face, and it was taking all his will power to physically tear himself away from his wife and their son. "I will call you when I land, ok?"
"Ok." Cristina whispered, getting up off the bed to hug her husband. She wanted to physically imprint his body onto hers, to take a tactile snapshot of the man she loved to carry with her for the next 4 days until he bought himself home. Owen held his wife close and dropped a kiss onto his son's soft black hair.
"Be a good boy for your mummy, buddy. Daddy will be back in 4 sleeps time." Owen could feel his wife's tiny body gently shaking and he knew she was crying. This was the first time they were going to be apart, separated by geography. "Shhh, shhh. It's alright. I am coming back."
She mumbled into his chest, "I know you are." Cristina sniffed and pulled herself together.
"Go on now, you don't want to miss the flight. I want you too but you don't so go!" She gave him one last kiss on the lips and Owen picked up his suit carrier and heaved the suitcase down the stairs. He gave her one last smile and mouthed I love you and then the firehouse felt a fraction colder because it was empty of Owen.
Cristina heard the front doors slam shut and made her way over to the window and watched as the cab pulled away, Owen's red hair fading into the Seattle horizon.
"Well Danny boy, what shall we do now?" settling her son on her hip, Cristina walked aimlessly into the living room.
Cristina and Daniel had played on the mat on the floor, had a bath, had a feed and sat on the couch, Cristina eating cereal out of the box, her son sleeping across her chest. Owen had called quickly to say they had landed and were on the way to the hotel. Hearing his voice miles away had made her even more restless. She knew what she had to do, there was only one person who could halt this uneasy feeling. She reached out, being careful not to disturb her tired infant, picked up her mobile again and dialled.
1 hour later.
KNOCK! KNOCK! BANG! BANG!
"I'm coming...hang on." Meredith opened the door to find Cristina and Daniel on the doorstep. Owen's truck was parked in the driveway.
"Where do you keep your suitcases?" Handing a wriggling Daniel to a slightly bemused Meredith, Cristina started to run up the stairs, not waiting for an answer.
"In the hall closet. Why?" Meredith called after her friend. She looked at Daniel, noting how much he had changed in the last 6 weeks. He was heavier, his eyes were brighter and his little face lit up in a smile as his Aunt hugged him tightly into her chest, cradling his head as she began to climb the stairs."Come on let's go and see what mess your mother is making!"
The wardrobe doors were flung wide open, the drawers of the dresser had various items spilling out of them and a large grey suitcase lay on the bed with a frantic Cristina bundling armfuls of baby and adult clothes into it. Zola was standing bouncing and giggling in her cot, enjoying the chaos and the funny noises her Aunt Cristina was making as she fought with the zipper to close the overflowing case.
"What are you doing?" Meredith sighed as she took in the carnage that her bedroom had become. Meredith laid Daniel in the cot with Zola and the little girl settled herself down next to her miniature person, put her thumb in her mouth and watched the scene between the two mother's playing out in front of her.
"Packing!" Cristina looked at Meredith with a look that asked her best friend if she was really that dumb or just playing dumb. "We are booked on a flight to Los Angeles in 3 hours."
"Why? I thought we were having a week just us two and the two of them" Meredith waved her hand in the direction of the cot.
Walking round the bed, clapping both hands on Meredith's skinny shoulders to force her to look at her and really take in what she was saying, Cristina spoke in a very measured and serious tone. Meredith knew whatever Cristina was about to say she and Zola were, without a shadow of a doubt, going to be flying to Los Angeles today.
"I have not had sex with my very hot husband in 8 weeks! 8 weeks Meredith! I need you to help me get laid!" Pausing to check her friend was listening, Cristina shook Meredith gently as she continued, "If I have to drag you to the airport I will. I need sex!"
"You had me at 8 weeks!" Meredith grinned as Cristina pulled her into a relieved hug.
"Thank you! Best friend ever!"
20 minutes later 2 strollers, 4 suitcases, 2 babies fixed in car seats and 2 best friends were driving along the freeway towards the airport.
Cristina had butterflies in her stomach as she thought of seeing her husband and being physically in step with him again. Sex with him was so much more than scratching an itch, more than just satisfying hormonal urges. She wasn't going to kid herself- it was the hottest, absolute best sex of her life! But it was the fact that it was on a different emotional plane that made it so intense. It was an physical extension of her verbally telling him how much she loved him. It was about them becoming one, totally connected, their bodies speaking and answering in an exchange that only these two people would ever understand.
Now after knowing that their physical connection had produced their beautiful child, she believed that making love to Owen from this point on would be even more special. She just could not wait to be with him. Pressing her foot on the gas, she picked up the pace of the drive, desperate to get to all the warmth Los Angeles had to offer!
They checked in their bags, got through the security checks and pushed the strollers towards the gate to board. The flight was uneventful, both children slept and Meredith and Cristina chatted about the latest hospital gossip, not that either of them was particularly invested in it. They landed and made their way to grab a taxi to the hotel the medical conference had taken over for the week. She had phoned ahead to the hotel to arrange keys to their husbands rooms to be left for them, so they were through reception and up into their suites very speedily.
Meredith checked into the room Derek was occupying and had gone along the hallway to collect Daniel. She was going to wait for Derek in their room and then take the children to eat. The conference broke for dinner in about half an hour. Cristina ran through Daniel's feeding schedule and showed her where in his bag his bottles and diapers were. It hit her that this was the first time she was leaving him with someone who wasn't herself or Owen. It was a strange feeling- he was only going to be along the hall for a few hours, he would be back to sleep with them later that night. But the thought of him crying for her and him feeling abandoned made her breath catch in her throat. You can do this. You and Owen need this. She reasoned it out in her head as she handed her precious little man over to her person. Meredith waved the little boys hand at his mother and took him off down the hall, Zola crawling along beside them.
Back on the suite, Cristina took her time changing into the specially selected red lingerie. Owen always loved her in red, he said it reminded him of their wedding, more specifically their wedding night. She delighted in the knowledge that her choice would drive Owen wild. She clasped the lacy red, half cup bra around her slender back, her still engorged breasts testing the boundaries of the fabric. She pulled on the matching thong and wrapped the suspender belt around her hips. Her stomach was almost back to the shape it had been before her pregnancy but the small remaining curve reminded her of the huge life she was now living. Sitting on the bed, she stretched one leg out in front of her and slowly rolled the sheer stocking up and fixed it to the bottom of the suspender belt and repeated the sensual process on the other leg. She imagined Owen rolling the stockings back down her legs- the soft silky feel being replaced with the warm roughness of his palms. She shivered thinking about his touch exploring every inch of her body. She was fighting the urge to start without him but she knew it would be worth the wait. It always was. She let her curls tumble around her shoulders and laid across the bed on her side. Now just to wait till the man she loved walked through the door.
Owen was mentally exhausted. It had been an interesting day. They had been straight off the flight and had just enough time to dump their bags in their room and change before their first presentation of the conference. He and Derek had already made a lot of connections-influential people in the medical world both in the US and Europe who were interested and excited by their research. He and Derek made a good team professionally. It had to be said that Derek was the flashier, more publicly alluring of the partnership, but Owen was intelligent, sharp and an impassioned public speaker. Whilst he was enjoying the opportunity to expand his professional wings, they were being slightly clipped by the fact that Cristina was not there to share it with him. As his colleague and sometimes resident, he respected her drive. It drove him to be the best surgeon and teacher he could be. But he missed her most as his wife and the mother of his beautiful son. He had only been apart from his family for less than a day but he had a aching in his chest that he knew would only cease when he was physically close to them again. Climbing onto the elevator he took out his phone to call home. To hear her voice would help. The phone rang through to her voicemail. Maybe she is feeding or bathing Daniel.
Hi this is Cristina. Leave me a message. If I want to I will call you back.
Owen chuckled at his wife's sarcastic message while he waited for the beep.
"Baby, it's me. I miss you both like crazy. Give Daniel a kiss from his daddy and call me when you get this. I love you. Take care now."
Owen hung up the phone and waited for the doors to open. He was going to have a quiet evening, tomorrow was another intense day of delivering the presentation and networking on behalf of Seattle Grace Mercy West. So he was just going to take a shower, unpack, order some room service and watch a DVD.
He pushed the key card into the slot and forced down the handle. The lock clicked opens and he slid back the door, beginning to relax at the thought of climbing into bed. When he saw the sight of his wife, resplendently lying across the bed, smiling seductively at him the idea of climbing into bed became all the more inviting.
"What are you doing here? Where is Daniel?" Owen was happily puzzled. He placed the key card on the table and walked towards the bed.
"I'm here because I missed you, I really missed you." The emphasis on the really was not lost on Owen. He had missed her too. Seven weeks had felt like an eternity, with only making out and some chaste over the bra action to keep them both going. "Daniel is with Meredith, who I forced to come to Florida so that I could make love to my husband."
He came to a stop directly in front of his wife, who was still lying down, and he could feel the electricity between them just as he had felt it when he first met her. The loaded looks they had exchanged in the exam room when she had stapled his leg shut and the frisson of desire as he had removed her icicle. Right now he wanted to bury himself in her to reignite their sexual connection.
"You 2 are way too close! Derek and I seem to have made a good first impression with the people that matter here." Knowing that his timing was way off base, Owen still wanted to share his professional achievements with his biggest supporter.
"Forget about the conference and just focus on what is in front of you" Cristina knelt up on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers along the lapels of Owen's dark grey suit. He looked so sexy in a suit, it gave him an air of authority which really turned her on. She had always had a thing for older men in positions of power, never more so than with her trauma god attending husband. Even though she knew every muscle, every sinew of the body that lay underneath the exquisite Italian tailoring the idea of unwrapping such a beautiful present after the post birth imposed hiatus gave her goosebumps. She pushed his jacket over his broad shoulders and he shook himself free, the jacket falling into a heap at his feet. The first casualty of his wife's battle plan for the evening. Lazily tracing her fingernails up and down his neck, she reached for his black tie and weaved her tiny geniuses around the knot, loosening and abandoning the decoration to get to the real treat.
"Believe me I am totally focused on my very, very hot, extremely desirable wife." Owen's tone was wanton and full of desire as his hands were caressing her waist, his fingers hooking under the lacy elastic of the suspender belt, he loved how the material felt against his touch. He desperately wanted to rip every stitch of what his wife was wearing off her and feel her naked body against his knowing that he could, once again, occupy every part of her but he also wanted to commit every detail of the picture in front of him to memory. Her body was even more beautiful to him, the marvel of what it had created, protected and gifted to the world made him want to bestow upon it all the love he had to offer.
The tie was discarded and her hands made their way to the front of his shirt. Cristina punctuated each opening of the buttons on the black shirt with a kiss on his firm, muscular chest. As she pulled the shirt down his arms she pressed her upper body to his and crashed their lips together in a kiss that set off fireworks. Their mouths devoured each other, their hands running over bare skin that fizzed with anticipation and longing. Cristina grasped for his belt buckle and quickly freed his waist from the suit trousers. She pushed them and his boxer shorts down and Owen clumsily stepped out of the, using his wife's mouth to steady himself. He bit into her lower lip as he temporarily lost balance but the searing pain only heightened Cristina's nerve endings. She needed him now!
"Anything can happen in LA right." Owen growled into her mouth, the vibrations from his voice reverberating at her core, moistening her centre ready for her husband.
"Like what?" her seductive tone was all her husband needed to hear, she was giving him permission to take charge. She had opened the conversation with the lingerie and now she was telling him to make his points.
Completely naked and totally turned on, Owen knelt on the bed in front of his wife. He lifted her legs and wrapped the around his waist, the silk of the stockings against his skin gave him goosebumps. Cristina could feel how hard he was against the naked skin of her ass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him, plunging her tongue into a duel with his. Their mouths battled to quench the overwhelming desire they had for each other, both knowing it would be a long and slow operation over many planes and borders.
As the kiss intensified, Owen used the momentum and forced Cristina onto her back, the soft mattress enveloping the tangled bodies shutting their private conversation off from everything else that existed in their lives. This was about a husband and wife being just that- 2 people who loved and wanted each other to such a degree that to wait a moment longer to be together would be the cruelest pain.
From his vantage point as he towered over her, propping himself up on his forearms so she was not bearing all his weight, he drank in her beauty. He never knew it was possible to want someone so much. That every time could feel like the first time, a new exploration of territory before visited.
Owen began to move down her body- his hands, lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. Cristina writhed on the bed, lifting and twisting her body to meet every touch, kiss and lick he was offering her. He followed his map of kisses down until his head was between her legs. He glided his fingers down and began to massage her clit through the lace of the thong.
"Owen" Cristina's voice was a husky whisper, the friction of his fingers and the material against her clit was exquisite.
Feeling her begin to swell against his touch Owen nipped his teeth at the thin barrier between him and the land he wanted to lay claim to. He tugged at the material, working his way down until his mouth took her clit in and he began to slowly lick, wanting to open the stores she had just for him.
"I have missed you so much." Cristina moaned. She gripped on to his head, holding him firm, not wanting to ever have to live without the sensations he was forcing through her body. "Do not stop!"
Heeding her command, Owen increased the pressure and felt his wife gently bucking against him.
"I need you to be naked." Owen's breathe as he spoke fluttered around her opening, her insides constricted in a wave of pleasure and she felt a sensuous moisture slipping between her legs.
He unhooked one stocking from the suspender belt and gripped the top between his teeth. He slowly pulled it down with his mouth, the satin creating a static that only served to make her wanted to pull him inside her immediately. Cristina balled the sheet into her fists to keep her hands off her husband and allow him to continue giving her the benefits of his very best work. As the first stocking slipped off her toes, she let out a contented moan. She offered her other leg to him expecting more of the same, but Owen changed tactic. He unhooked the satin sheathing her leg from the suspender belt and in one swift pull it was separate from her body and slung over his shoulder. He pushed his flat palms up her soft legs and ran them around to the curve of her back deafly unhooking the suspender belt and tugging down the waistband of her thong. Cristina lifted her ass of the bed to help him remove both items and laid their naked from the waist down waiting to respond to her husbands counter attack.
"Sit up." Owen, gazing at his wife's form with a mixture of pride and smugness that she was all his, pushed himself up onto his knees and waited for Cristina to move herself face to face with him. "Cristina, tell me how much you want me?" He asked the question as he pulled her into his lap, hovering her, by now, dripping wet centre over his rock hard cock. Knowing that once she gave the answer he would pull her down on top of him and she would feel him give her everything he had, she answered in panting desperation.
"I want you a very great deal. I need you. I love you!" the words tumbled out of her mouth in a tone of desperate excitement.
"That works for me!" Owen covered her mouth with his and thrust himself up fast, deep and hard inside her. The force of his entry coupled with the length of time she had been without it made Cristina break her lips away from him and scream out loud, "Owen... Owen!"
Hearing his name escape from her lips made him tighten further, he sucked and bit at her neck, unhooked and tore off her bra and buried his face in her soft, full breasts as they fell into a familiar rhythm. Her hands dug into his back and she rippled her body to feel even more of him inside her.
"Don't stop, keep going, keep going!" Owen grunted out the words, which got muffled I to an even deeper tone by her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples until they were rock hard, making her gasps and moans fill up the room.
Their breathing quickened and became more laboured as they clung to each other rocking, thrusting, both climbing towards a shared summit, desperately wanting to stay in perfect step the whole way.
"I'm close...Owen...I'm..." She was gasping for air, fighting every instinct that was telling her to just let go.
"Wait, just waaaaiiiiitttt." Owen gripped onto her hips, pulling her down further, anchoring her deeper, connecting her to him from the inside out. He was right on the edge.
"Cristina..." he gasped.
"I'm here, I'm right here!" His wife moaned, dropping her head back over her shoulders and feeling him pulsate inside her. She tightened, her walls gripping him, physically begging him to fill her up. As she felt her husband letting go, she pulled herself tighter into him, he responded by gripping her waist, his hands digging into the small of her back. They clung to each other as they shuddered with each mounting wave of the intensely delicious orgasm.
Holding on until their heart beats slowed into a steady duet and their breath came easier, they both mused on the fact that the temporary hiatus was over and the chemistry they had was even more electric and passionate than either one of them remembered.
Nuzzling his face into her hair, Owen dropped a few light kisses onto her neck and check. She smiled as she lent her head into it. "I'm glad you came!" he seductively spoke the double entendre into her ear.
"Mmmmmmmm, me too." she replied lazily. "Totally worth the air miles." She gave him a squeeze and kissed his forehead before she slid off him and climbed under the covers of the king sized hotel bed. Owen crawled over the space between them and scooped her into his arms and snuggled them both down into the pillows, facing each other.
They looked lovingly into each others eyes and lay together in contented, satisfied silence. They did not need any words, everything they wanted to express to each other had been done in the release they had shared moments before. Cristina had been right- if it was possible, making love to her husband was even better in the after Daniel. Each touch carried even deeper love, each kiss fuelled with even greater passion, each caress thanked each other for their part in the life they were creating.
"I love you and I could lay here with you all day and all night...but..." Owen hesitated, he did not want his wife to think he was going back on his word not to forget her now they were parents.
"But...you want to see your son, right?" Cristina was smiling. She had been thinking exactly the same thing. She craved her husband and their time together, just the two of them but something felt incomplete now when their beautiful little boy was not with them.
"Yes please!" She loved the way Owen's face lit up when he or anyone talked about Daniel. He could not hide his joy at being a father and she felt proud to be the woman who had given him such true, unadulterated happiness. There was a time she feared he would never be able to feel anything close to such pure, positive feelings. She had been petrified that his pain was too strong, his war wounds had cut too deep. But now that Owen was gone and all she was left with was a husband who was a man of great integrity and loyalty with an almost unending capacity to show and give love to her and their son. They had stepped out of the storm into the sun together and channelled their own rainbow through the clouds-Daniel- a delicate, rare phenomenon that had bought them both peace.
"I will go and get him. You order some room service, I am starving." Cristina planted a sweet kiss on Owen's lips and tossed back the duvet. Getting up and pulling on her thong and Owen's black shirt, Cristina grabbed the key card and opened the door.
"HOT!" Owen muttered to himself as his wife disappeared in to the hallway. Something about her in his clothes stirred his groin again. He knew that now the physically conversation had been started he had a lot more to say. Eat some food first, Cristina later!
Owen sat with the dirty thought for a few moments, before reaching over to the phone to order some room service.
Cristina walked a few doors down and knocked on Derek and Meredith's suite. Meredith opened the door with Daniel in her arms. The little boy instantly recognised his mother and just like his father his face and eyes brightened"
Spying her friend's attire she grinned, "LA agrees with you then?"
"Yep, mama got laid!" Cristina laughed out loud. "Now shut up and give me back my perfect son." She held out her arms for Meredith to place the little boy into them and he let put a little cry at being disturbed but instinctively moved his hands towards his mother's curls for comfort.
After arranging to meet with their families for breakfast before their husbands went off to be powerful doctors and they spent the day being mothers, Cristina left Meredith to go back their suite with the other person Owen was desperate to see.
Owen was sitting up resting against the pillows when Cristina and Daniel returned. He broke into a huge smile and the sight of his little boy in front of him. Daniel had fallen asleep but Owen gestured desperately for Cristina to pass him over. She climbed back into bed and transferred the snoring baby onto Owen's bare chest. Daniel's little palm flattened on his fathers pecs. The juxtaposition of big and strong and small and delicate really touched Cristina's heart. The two men in her life looked totally content and she imagined how the picture would stay the same as Daniel grew bigger and Owen grew older. She already knew this father son bond was going to be an impenetrable one and she didn't mind. All she wished and hoped for was that Daniel would have his father's presence and love in his life for all those important milestones- walking, talking, going to elementary school, going to college, falling in love, getting married- to Zola if Meredith had her way- to having his own children. Pushing that ever present sadness at all that her father had missed out on in her own life to one side, she threw herself back into these precious moments of her new found bliss of just being a needed mother and a desired wife.
"Don't forget me." Cristina joked as she lifted Owen's free arm around her. She wrapped her little body around his, entwining her legs and feet with his and laid her head on his chest, her forehead touching the forehead of her son.
"Never." Owen twisted his fingers throughout the ends of one of her black curls and rested his chin on the top of her head.
This is what those girls in high school always wanted, she thought, squeezing herself in tighter to her family. Having the perfect home, with the perfect baby and the perfect guy. Simple. For the over achieving, fiercely ambitious Cristina Yang life had rarely been simple but now she got it, she finally understood. Loving and being loved by the person who knows you by heart, who fills in all the blanks and turns what you thought was black and white into all shades of grey that was simply all she needed.