Bang Season 2
The elevator door opened to reveal a couple kissing. Cristina rolled her eyes. "Gross," she muttered under her breath. The couple giggled nervously as they parted, but held hands as they strode past her. "Get a room!" she called after them. The intern sighed, punched the button for her floor and leaned against the back wall.
The light flickered slightly, causing her to look up. "Seriously?" she exclaimed as she saw the mistletoe. She didn't do holidays. She didn't do kisses under the freaking mistletoe.
"Hold the elevator!" George stumbled in, panting as he pushed the door open.
Cristina didn't acknowledge him.
The lights flickered and George looked up. "Oh," he said. "Oh."
Cristina opened one eye. "Don't even think about it."
"No," George shook his head. "Uh, no... I'm, we're- I mean, It's not like I'm attracted to you..."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I mean- you're not unattractive, I- um. Here's my floor. Bailey... she's-I have a surgery." He bolted.
"Mm-Hmm," Cristina shook her head. George... oh poor George.
The elevator pulled up and stopped on the third floor. The door opened, and Burke was there, dressed only in his scrubs and his lucky cap. One arm was stretched over his head, resting on the doorframe, the other on his hip as he leaned against it.
He looked undeniably sexy.
Christina couldn't help it as her lower jaw dropped and she gazed up at her tall boyfriend.
"Cristina," he greeted with a wide white smile as he stood beside her.
"Burke," she nodded at him. She noticed the look in his eye. The I-had-a-successful-surgery-look.
"Dinner tonight?" he asked, still grinning.
Yup, he was on a surgery high.
"Only if you tell me every detail of your heart transplant."
"Deal."
Cristina nodded. She hoped his tallness wouldn't notice the mistletoe.
The light flickered.
Crap.
Burke pulled on the emergency stop button.
"Bur-" Cristina protested. No. She was not going to be one of those couples!
He wrapped a powerful arm around her waist and cupped her cheek with his palm. He pulled her close and tight to his hard chest. Burke's lips found hers, and there was nothing she could do, but melt into goey-ness.
His kiss. That kiss. Pulled her into a whole new plane of existence, she was high, she was floating... good God, what was that?
He pulled away slowly, his dark eyes scanning every detail of her expression. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. "Mistletoe." he pointed up at the ceiling.
"Yeah," Cristina whispered. "Burke- that was... you... I..." for once she couldn't articulate her feelings. Her lips were swollen with need, her body flushed, her mind...
He casually pressed the emergency stop button again. "There's always a connection Cristina. Mind, body, spirit. Did you feel it?"
Was that what that was? "Yeah?" she answered, still weak in the knees.
The elevator door opened, "See you at seven?" Burke asked as he stepped out.
Another couple pushed past him to get in, Cristina had to wedge herself awkwardly out. This was her floor too. "Seven," she confirmed.
Burke nodded and turned down the hall.
Cristina stared blankly ahead.
"Cristina!" she heard Meredith hiss.
She blinked up at her person. "What?"
"Some idiot put a mistletoe in the elevator, and George just tried to kiss me!"
Cristina tried her best not to laugh.
"It's not funny! What if Derek tries something? I'm trying to get over him!"
Cristina chuckled. "Guess you'll have to take the stairs."
"Crap!"