*Dirty Dirty here. Read at your own risk*
TAME
It has been a long day with so many events. While soaking herself in the warm water with some lavender oil, Cristina has a flashback of things that just happened in the last eighteen hours: Owen left. Owen came back to her life. Golden time with Meredith. Wedding. Sadness. Excitement. Joy. The most wonderful thing of all is she is married. Again. With the love of her life. She has laughed and cried to her heart's content when they, the surgeons, had the chance to gather and enjoy one another's accompany. The truth is, however close they are, it is difficult to meet all at once and have some quality time to be altogether.
Owen is standing and longing through the glass as Cristina walks out of the bathroom. He looks tall, stable, and solid. He is the man she always leans on when she feels weak. Cristina smiles to herself. Owen doesn't like to wear sleeping gown. He feels comfortable in T-shirts and PJ pants as his sleepwear.
Cristina comes to him from behind at wrap her arms around him.
-Ah. There you are. Feel good? The lavender oil helped you relax! Owen turns around to kiss on her cheek.
-Indeed. Such a great day, but my feet really sore. Let's sleep and regain some energy for our tomorrow's flight.
Owen sits down on the chair that faces the window.
-The view is amazing, Cristina. I will miss Seattle so much. Sit on my lap. I want to sit here for a little bit more.
He pulls her hand and places her on his lab. Owen wraps his arms around Cristina's belly and starts to kiss on her neck. She laughs:-
-Oh, Owen. Are you seducing me again? I don't have any energy remaining to cuddle with you.
-I am just hugging you right now. Let me enjoy it. Honey, can you grab me the glass of vodka?
Cristina leans forward to fetch Owen his vodka.
-You want some? Owen asks.
-I am carrying your baby. Do you want me to want some?
-Just have a dash, Cristina. To celebrate our wedding. Just this time.
Cristina tastes the vodka by the tip of her tongue. The fravor of the strong liquor warms her body up.
-I am sorry that I left you this morning. I was so hurt.
-I know. The baby has changed all my perspective, Owen. I'm happy to realize I can be a great surgeon, director, mother and wife at the same time.
-Yes, it may sound overwhelming. But you have my back.
He whispers in her ears those sweet words then breaths to her ears and licks her earlobe.
-No..noo..Owen. Let me go. I'm so sleepy.
Cristina tries to stand up and get out of Owen's lap. But he holds her tight and doesn't let her go. They are happily cuddling.
-On that day you left for Zurich, you forgot your little earring in my trailer..and so I had a feeling that we have an unfisnished business..and I wanted to call you and tell you so…
That's a fate. Cristina thinks. It's a fate that she dreamed about her earring and he thought about it too, and they managed somehow to be together again. And this time, they are truly bonded to each other, mentally and physically. But Cristina keeps the thought as a secret. She just smiles and plays with his curls.
-Really..
-Are your feet still hurt? Let me massage them for you?
-No, they are better now. Hey, I realize you have tricked me into sex all day. It is me who supposes to be horny now, not you, because I am pregnant, you know. It's kinda weird for you…
-So, are you horny now?
-Well…
-It's good for the baby, Cristina. Don't be afraid.
Without waiting for her reaction, Owen carries her to the mattress. The vodka inside him has flared up the desire again: the desire to be with her, the desire to be inside her, the desire to be melted into her.
-Oh, you smell like a field of flowers…
Owen showers her with a rain of kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her neck again. The hickey he left on her last night still has a slight pink color. He owns her body. He starts to exhale to the back of her ear and she shivers. Owen grabs Cristina's thin fingers and holds it up to his mouth. He starts to lick the tip of the fingers, one by one, and slowly inserts her fingers into his mouth and sucks
-Wait, this…is..weird..
Indeed, it makes Cristina tremble even more. She starts to breathe faster as he sucks her finger more enthusiastically. Owen's hand runs down to her lower body. He strokes her abdomen gently. He can see her little pink nipples harden.
-Can I…can I see the blueberry, Cristina?
No response from her. Owen gets out of the bed. He kneels down at the edge of the mattress and pulls her laying body closer to his face. He flips up the satin gown Cristina is wearing and expands her legs. He knows he can't breathe into that tiny whole but he gently uses his middle finger to touch the entrance of the hole. It is damp, and fragrant. Owen uses his two index fingers to separate the outer lips of Cristina's vagina. He looks carefully inside.
-It's..It's beautiful.
-Owen, you really can't see anything.
-I mean it. It's beautiful. Can I kiss the blueberry?
Owen gently kisses on the lips of the vagina. Cristina moans. He uses the tip of his tongue to stroke around the inner wall and let more juice from her coming out. He doesn't sip it, but he let it all be absorbed to his tongue.
-It's thickening.-Owen comments.
-What?
-Your endometrial lining. My tongue can hardly get in to explore the rough wall.
Cristina knows Owen is playing dirty with her. He is seducing her verbally. She knows it's just a matter of time that she has to admit to him that yes, she is horny like hell and she can't abandon sex to him anymore. She's going to lose this battle.
-Well of course, because the zygote is growing on the endometrium and my estrogen is elevated so the lining must…Cristina tries to talk logic, but she can't even finish the sentence, because he shuts her up with another touch from his damp tongue inside her tiny wall.
-Is it because of the blastocyst, or because you are horny and your vagina is contracting crazily and it needs something to stabilize?-Owen asks Cristina.
-Owen…I…
Owen knows he is going to win this battle. Cristina is highly evidence given is more juice is coming out from Cristina's than ever. He smirks secretly. Then out of a sudden, he withdraws his face from between her legs and fakes a yawn:
-You're right. It's past twelve now. Maybe I should sleep. It's been a long day..
Owen stands up and tends to walk to the bathroom.
-Owen!-Cristina exclaims with all of her discontentment
-What?
-Where the hell are you going?
-I am going to the bathroom! To brush my teeth!
-But…
Owen turns around and smiles victorily:
-Did you wanna say something?
-Come back to bed…
- I will.
-I mean NOW.
-Why? It just takes five minutes.
-No, you can't go. I'm horny. Come back!
He crawls back to the cozy mattress and lays next to her.
-What did you say? I couldn't hear.
-Owen. I'm horny. Does it satisfy you now?
-That's all? I know you're horny. But you said we're not having sex in the next eight months so I am doing what you want.
-No, please. Don't abandon me.
-I don't. You abandoned me.
Cristina looks at Owen with her puppy eyes:
-Owen, dear, please continue, now.
-Say something then.
-I want yours in mine, Owen.
-Louder.
-I want your penis inside my vagina. I want to be fucked. By Owen.
Owen smirks. He has learnt that a little control and patience from him will make Cristina crawls and begs for him. He has learnt the art to dominate her without even having to dominate her.
*So, do you guys still find the fire burning? I had a hard time writing ch. 23, 24, 25. It's hard to change the outcome while staying true to the characters you know. If a couple is happy, then there is only love and sex to write about. I need to brainstorm, I need the fire. GIVE ME THE FIRE, READERS!