A/N: This chapter has mature content.
Cristina could tell from Owen's tone that he was not happy. She didn't know why he was upset. She and Jordan were just talking and it was actually quite a great conversation, since Jordan had apologized to her for his behavior the previous year.
She put her hand into Owen's own. Maybe that would appease him, she thought. "Owen, this is my friend, Jordan Woods. Jordan, this is my boyfriend, Owen Hunt." At least, she fully established each other's position, clearly. Owen's ears perked up immediately, when he heard the name, Jordan. So this was the guy she dated in junior year. He gave him the once-over. Jordan was a good-looking guy but he was not as tall or as muscular as Owen was. He offered Jordan his hand and gave him an extremely firm handshake.
"Pleased to meet you," Owen grunted out. "Likewise," Jordan grunted back. There seemed to be an awkward silence after that.
"I guess I will leave you guys," Jordan said. "I do have my own date and I need to pay attention to her. Cristina, you do look lovely and good luck on the prom queen nomination."
"You, too," she said, as Jordan left to go back to his date.
"What? You're nominated for prom queen? You didn't tell me," Owen said. "That is just awesome. You know I was prom king of the senior prom."
"Yes, I know, Owen. I was there," she said. "You danced with Shelly Garcia, who was prom queen. I didn't tell you because it doesn't matter. I am not going to win, anyway. Naomi Jenkins is probably going to win. She was junior prom queen, last year." Cristina pointed out the chesty blonde, Naomi, from across the dance floor.
"Oh," Owen said. "So Jordan is up for prom king, too." Cristina nodded. "Yes, but he doesn't think much of his chances, but he said he voted for me. He is probably the one, who did."
"Why do you say that, Cristina?" Owen looked at her, incredulously. "You are one of the prettiest girls around here, as far as I can tell. I am sure more people than Jordan voted for you."
"Please," Cristina said. "I am not overtly sexy like Naomi. She is there, throwing her boobs around in all of the guys' faces. They can't help but stare at them and probably put the X next to her name on the ballot paper. She is positively boobalicious." Owen gave Naomi a closer look. Yes, the blonde was sexy but in a low-rent kind of way. She was definitely not his type. He knew what his type was and she was right next to him.
"She has got nothing on you, baby," he said, giving Cristina a kiss on the forehead. "So Jordan? You really liked that guy."
"At the time, I did," Cristina said. "You and I weren't together and Jordan and I were doing okay there for a while, until he got demanding about sex. I guess I didn't want to sleep with him because he wasn't the right one. I knew who was the right one." He put his arm around her. "Well, something great did come out about about tonight. Jordan apologized about the way he treated me, last year. He said we were leaving school in a couple of weeks and we were probably not going to see each other, again, so he wanted to say he was sorry. I think that was big of him." Owen nodded. That Jordan wasn't too bad a character, after all.
"Do you want to dance?" Owen asked, as a slow romantic song came on. Cristina put down her empty glass and Owen led her to the dance floor. He put his arms around her waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know those heels do help you out," he said. "You seem taller."
"Thank you, I picked them out and mom paid for them," Cristina said. He pulled her in, tighter, for a kiss on the dance floor. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He broke off the kiss and looked around. It was Mrs. Carver, still doing chaperone duty.
"Ah, Mr. Hunt, I see you have decided to grace our senior prom with your presence, once again," she said. "As I told you, at your own senior prom, three years ago, no kissing on the dance floor. We have to keep it clean out here."
"Yes, Mrs. Carver," Owen said, sheepishly. Mrs. Carver eyed Owen's date. "And I see you have the same date that you had three years ago. Miss Yang, I trust that you are having a great time."
"Yes, Mrs. Carver," Cristina said. "Well, okay then, kids," Mrs. Carver said, as she spotted another couple getting a little too close on the dance floor. "Keep it clean."
Cristina and Owen both giggled, as they watched the teacher tap another young man on his shoulder.
"Oh, this really takes me back to my high school days," Owen said. "I really missed them but then again, college days aren't so bad, either. Next year is going to be even better because you will be there. Good times."
"Yup," she agreed. She waved across at Madeleine and Rory. He looked to where she was waving. "Ah, Madeleine, I haven't seen her in a while. I always used to think of her as your mousy friend. Seems she isn't mousy, anymore." He had noticed that Rory had one of his hands on Madeleine's butt and she wasn't removing it. It was a clear sign that they were on intimate terms.
"Nope," Cristina agreed. "She is going to Wellesley next year. Rory is pretty heartbroken about it because he is going to school in Tennessee." Owen could well imagine Rory's pain because he had suffered the same when Cristina was choosing colleges. He lucked out when she decided to go to Northwestern, too.
"By the way," he whispered. "Since your mom and dad are allowing you to stay out to go prom after-parties, I was thinking we could have our own after-party upstairs in a hotel room."
"Hmmm," she said, teasingly. "I wonder what we are going to do."
"Anything you wish," he said. "But I know what I like to do." He looked around for Mrs. Carver before he stole a quick kiss. They danced for a couple of more hours. Owen asked, "Are you ready to go to the room?"
"Yeah, sure," she said. Then, they heard the music stop and Mrs. Carver's voice was heard over the speakers. "May I have your attention, please? The time has come to announced senior prom king and senior prom queen."
"Let's wait. I want to see if Jordan wins prom king," Cristina told Owen. "I didn't vote but I still want to show him my support if he wins by clapping and cheering."
"Okay," Owen said. His earlier jealousy over Jordan had dissipated because he knew that the younger boy was really not a rival for Cristina's affections.
"Drum roll, please," Mrs. Carver said, waving her arms in the air. "The senior prom king, as voted by the senior class, is….JORDAN WOODS!" The spotlight flashed on Jordan, whose expression was that of total shock. "Me?" Jordan said. Cristina shrieked, as she wildly clapped for him. Jordan went up on the stage and allowed Mrs. Carver to put the crown on his head. Owen remembered when he was prom king. It seemed so long ago. "Do you want to leave now?" he asked his girlfriend. She nodded and took his hand. They were headed out of the main ballroom area. Mrs. Carver was ready to announce the prom queen. "And our prom queen for this year is…CRISTINA YANG!" The guy controlling the spotlight frantically searched the crowd for the prom queen, until he finally saw her at the exit.
"Cristina Yang, are you leaving?" Mrs. Carver said. "You're leaving at the moment of your crowning glory."
"Uh…." Cristina said. Owen was all smiles, as he escorted his tiny girlfriend to the stage. Jordan was the one, clapping wildly now. As Cristina stood on the stage and looked out at the crowd, she was surprised to see how many people were applauding, except of course, Naomi Jenkins, who look terribly pissed. Naomi had been so expecting to be prom queen, especially since she had really campaigned among the guys, to win this thing.
Owen was so proud of Cristina that he didn't even mind when she took to the dance floor with Jordan.
"I told you that you would win," Jordan whispered.
"This was a total surprise," Cristina admitted. "I was sure that Naomi was going to win it."
"I think a lot of people didn't vote for Naomi because she was the junior prom queen. People thought someone else should get it. Turns out that someone else was you," he said. "By the way, I am just as shocked as you that I won prom king, especially I have only been at this school for two years."
"I prefer you to win that any stupid guy like Dewey Elliot, who has been here the full four years," Cristina said. She still held a grudge against Dewey, who had stranded her at the Red Parrot Motel on junior prom night.
When the song ended, Jordan kissed her on the hand and they went their separate ways. Cristina re-joined Owen, who gave her a smooch on the lips. "Congratulations, baby. Prom queen!"
"It's not a big deal," she said. "Let's celebrate the right way!" He chuckled. He knew exactly what she meant. They left the ballroom and he took her straight to the elevator. He pressed the button for the sixth floor.
"Aren't we going to check in?" she asked. He dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key card. "I already checked in," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Aren't you being presumptuous that I would have said yes?" she asked, shaking her head that he knew her so well.
"I figured you would want to spend your prom night with me, rather than some after-party, where everyone is probably going to get wasted," Owen said. "We are going to have our own after-party." They got out on the sixth floor, where Owen took her to Room 623. He slipped the key card in and opened the door. Cristina immediately ran inside and flopped on the bed. "Comfy," she said in what she thought was a seductive voice. He lay on top of her and kissed her. "I am living every teenage boy's dream. I am getting to make love to the prom queen." She giggled.
"Except you are no longer a teenage boy," she reminded him.
"Yeah, I know that, but tonight I do feel like a teenage boy. I went to a high school prom. That is part of the whole teenage experience and I got to live it twice. Most people only go to one high school senior prom," he said.
"That's the advantage of dating a younger woman," she said. "Two proms for you."
He looked into her eyes. "You know how much I love you. You make me feel complete, whenever I am with you. It's like you are the other half of me. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes," she replied with a smile. "It's like you can't imagine that you could love someone else that much."
"Let me show how much I love you," he whispered, as he kissed her on her neck and shoulders. He reached under her and unzipped the emerald green prom dress and slipped it off. He took a look at her black lacy bra and panties. "Verrrrrrrry nice," he said. "But they are going to come off, too." As she lay there bare on the bed, she watched him as he removed his clothes. She admired the muscled contours of his body and reached out and touched his skin, which felt smooth under her touch. She pulled him down into a kiss before her small hand reached for his member and began stroking it. As she went down on him, he always gasped whenever he felt her mouth on him. He just closed his eyes, feeling himself stiffen, while her lips and tongue did their work. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. He decided it was time to reciprocate as he pulled her up and he went down, letting his fingers and tongue do the work. He knew what she tasted like and he loved it. He knew when he was doing a good job, when she would lay back and emit some soft moans. "Gosh, I love you, Owen Hunt," she said, after sighing with pleasure. "Come into me, now."
She used her arms to pull him up and then turned him over, as she got up on top and positioned herself so he could enter her. As he did, she began to slowly wind back and forth and around and then, up and down. "Oh, my God," he said. "Have you and Madeleine been watching porn movies again?" She burst out laughing. "Well, you know that is where we learned our best techniques." As she started building speed and rhythm, he found himself, thrusting to meet her body. He could never get enough of her. He just wanted to be as deep inside of her as he could. He loved when they climaxed together; it was like a meeting of two souls, who have known each other for eternity. With him still inside of her, she lay down on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. He wrapped his arms around her. Life couldn't get any better than this, he thought.
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