Resume: 11th on the Crowen Playlist! A look back where it all started.
Notes: I should write Mine, bc I have so much time to spare with this quarantine shit, but I just can't wrap myself to do it, I'm trying guys, I write like a paragraph at a time, I'll achieve! Also, the next chapter in there probably will be the last as well… everything must come to an end.
Also, want to dedicate this fic to Thecrowenstory, bc she's amazing and sent me a beautiful message these days! UThank you darling, you're a hon! Enjoy this piece while we're at it, right? Xx
Cristina's resolution for that year was: ending it being alone, and most of all, without problems. Without relationships, because God knows, - and all Hospital for that matter -, how the last one had ended.
And everything was going accord to the plan.
Until this day.
I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own
I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone
The stupidity of being impaled by an icicle wasn't on the books.
She was so mad at Meredith for all the McDrama, and the McandleHouse and the MaCcident with McDreamy McDying in the process, that her attention was everywhere but the ground beneath her. Thus, her current situation.
Impaled by an icicle. Saved by McArmy, - with him muttering "damsel in distress" at her cost -, no less.
She hated this day. This day sucked.
Then he kissed her. Out of the blue.
Okay, maybe not at all out of the blue, because if Callie hasn't interrupted them after he stapled his leg himself (!), she doesn't know where they'd be right now.
Well, she kinda did.
And she kinda liked it.
Stupid drugs Meredith had given her. Were making her judgement fuzzy with its chemicals.
Not satisfied in only save her and take her to the next exam room available, McBadAss had also, stayed, pulled off her icicle, - even without her permission to do so -, sutured her with perfection, not very trauma, yeh? And kissed her.
For Madonna' sake!
Okay, she was praying to Madonna now? She was high, man.
But not too high to not correspond to the redhead's kiss and being astonished, when he opened the curtains back and exited the room without glancing back at her.
Hey McRedhead! You think you can pull out icicles and have your way with damsels in distress?
Apparently, yes.
So?
We met a few weeks ago
Now you try on calling me, baby, like trying on clothes
It should be a normal day. Her and Mer, stealing surgeries and making her interns' lives a living hell.
But Madonna up there thought differently.
So, imagine her surprise when she saw McArmy at her hospital. Wearing attending scrubs, no less.
She was screwed.
Thanks Madonna.
The days after he told her about the RPG ambush, passed in a blur, he had kissed her at Joe's alley and things were shaky.
Owen had come to her steps one day, after the interns had gone rogue, and told her she was beautiful.
She wasn't expecting that.
Cristina wasn't expecting he would call her on her cell the next day, or the day after that.
She was waiting for phone sex, but he just wanted to talk, mostly listen to her babbling about her day, and-
Wait!
Cristina Yang does not babble! Or rumble! Dear Madonna…
Salute to me I'm your American Queen
And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat
And we rule the kingdom inside my room
After their first time together and all the drama passed. It was time for great make up sex, and man. Owen was good at that.
The guy knew what he was doing and Cristina would be lying if she said it wasn't the best sex of her life.
He had the caveman persona sometimes and it excited her to the hilt.
It made her legs wobble and her head woozy with desire. Her skin tingled in anticipation when he walked into a room, into her room.
She discovered, after a night of hot sex, he had a kink for being dominated. Witch was odd, being him the Major, although, Cristina made the most of that, of course. Life gives you lemons, etc, etc…
She'd make him sit in bed, watching her undress and dance for him, forbid him to touch his prize. Cristina would say she was his American Queen of Hearts and that he owned her lots of pleasure as payment for his debts, in the middle of the lovemaking, witch, only made him thrust deeper inside of her.
Cristina would meet his efforts with pure lust in her eyes and an electrical beat in her heart, making everything around them dispensable. Everything was unimportant besides this man fucking her with such vigor, it made her dizzy inside the wave of sensations. His calloused hands, experts in trauma, were just as much in making her crazy.
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do
Preston and Colin had led her to high levels, yes, but they knew absolutely nothing compared to Owen.
Logically, on the Cardiothoracic field, they were experts. But on the field where Owen currently has his head into just about now… oh dear… they were bicycles trying to overtake a Ferrari.
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
Out of a sudden, Cristina Yang knew that, aside from her career, she needed Owen Hunt in her life.
She could never thank Madonna enough for getting impaled by that silly icicle.
If she was the Queen of Hearts, he was her King, because he owned her mind most of the time, her body whenever he claimed for it, and her soul at all times.
Late in the night, the city's asleep
Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep
Change my priorities
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
If in the beginning she wanted them to keep a secret, now Cristina wanted to yell for the world to know they were together.
Don't get her wrong, she would never be that clingy girlfriend that wanted to spend all times with her loved one, no, she wanted to spend time inside an Or, making miracles with her own hands, but outside the operating room, she wanted people to know where she stood. Wanted them to know she was taken, wanted to make sure that if this Hospital was a Kingdom, her King ruled it all and she was his devoted Queen, who took hearts in her hands, as precious stones and polished them 'till they were the very mirror image of perfection.
If those hearts were the representation of wealth, his kisses were her luxury and his hands her gifts from above.
She loved him as she loved the heart-beating sound. His love was her song and the blood running through his veins were the band playing everything rhythmically.
Damnit! She should stop reading those classical romance novels.
Is this the end of all the endings?
My broken bones are mending
With all these nights we're spending
Up on the roof with a school girl crush
Drinking beer out of plastic cups
Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff
Baby, all at once, this is enough
When Cristina closed a wound up, when she sutured an artery, she could feel in her gloved hands, the flesh coming together, closing its gap, to be one piece again. Like it formerly was.
That's how she felt being with Owen.
In the vent, inside her room, in his sofa, at the woods, where he would take her to have forest sex on their day off, in a on-call room.
Cristina almost literally, felt her wounds closing up as well.
It was like he was a good drug, whom made her numb 'till the hurting was gone. And it was almost all gone by that time.
She didn't like to think of him as a cure, because she wasn't sick before him, Cristina wouldn't give Burke the satisfaction of breaking her heart, no. He did a number on her, but who was counting?
Owen didn't. and didn't judge her for it. He just worshiped her at the most ways possible, and made Cristina feel loved and understood, like no other man had ever done for her.
Owen was able to fancy stuff. He just didn't choose to, instead he fancied Cristina and everything she stood for.
That petite woman was his savior.
When he was out there, before the ambush, when he was here in the after… she saved his soul.
He was almost certain that all the foreplay of her being his American Queen, the representation of his country, plus the empowerment of being the one who ruled his entire existence, meant that she loved him as much as he did her.
He was glad to comply if that was the case.
He was a benevolent and loving king.
Notes: That fic was actually nice to write, I think I needed that. Maybe I can write some other thing now. I'll try, I promise guys! For those who are waiting for Mine, don't give up on me as yet, it's coming! Love to hear from you all!
See ya xx