Train of Thought
Preston Burke was logical. So perfectly on the safe side all the time. Never made a rash decision in his life. Always thought before speaking, before doing anything. He was responsible. Everything he had to do, he did and he did very well. He was clean. He was organized. He was decisive. And he had plans. He had his life all planned out.
Of course he knew things wouldn't always turn out the way he expected them to. Accidents, problems, emergencies – unforeseen events are bound to happen, and he had contingencies - he was sure he would know how to handle them when they came. .. But he was not, in any way, prepared for this. How, in heaven's name, did he get here?
Lying flat on his back, on a cot, in a stark on-call room that smelled of hospital sterility. Sweaty, naked, and lying next to her. Just as sweaty and naked as he was. Cristina Yang. Intern. Forbidden. Flat out wrong. It was amazing. Disarmingly good. So good. The best he's had in years. The best he can remember…
Oh who was he kidding? It was mind-blowing. She was mind-blowing. And THAT caught him off-guard. He didn't expect it to be that way. Not like he had a lot of time to ponder on what to expect, though. But still…
The point is, it was not good that he found the sex mind-blowing. He wasn't stupid. He knew what that meant. When people sleep together and find it to be good, the come back for more. And THIS, with HER was more than good – way beyond more than good. And that was bad news.
But then again, he IS Preston Burke. Even she knew that. Always in control. Always on top of things. Master in the art of discipline. One isolated incident of lapse in control will not define him. No. It won't. It just… It won't. Period.
His breathing was slowly returning to normal. The intense heaving of his chest, gradually subsiding. He felt her slowly shift positions, before abruptly sitting herself up. She stayed that way for a while. Sitting tensely upright with her back to him. And then he saw her inhale sharply, and exhale with a sigh as she got herself off the bed.
Still naked, she started frantically searching for her clothes while muttering things to herself. He smiled as he sat himself up. Enjoying the view for himself. She was running her hand through her wild, messy hair. Damn she was hot. Breathtaking. Captivatingly beautiful… He did not like this train of thought.
Her back was to him as he pushed himself off the bed. He placed his hands on her arms as he moved to close the short distance between them. Then leaning down, his breath on her neck, he gently whispered for her to stay a while longer.
She stopped whatever it was that she was doing. She didn't move as he slid his hands down along her arms. He could feel goosebumps forming. He heard her sigh. Taking this as his cue, he turned her around so she was facing him before pinning her against the wall and bringing his lips down to capture hers…
Surely, he could allow himself one last time. It's just sex. Mind-blowingly good sex at that, but still just sex. Just sex. Just one last time. One… last…
…End of train of thought.