His Place- Chapter 5

"What?" "What do you expect when you have dead stinky fish thrown at you?"

Owen laughed as he grabbed her around the waist and drew her into his arms. He lowered his lips to hers for a brief, flirty kiss.

They headed towards the parking lot to his waiting car.

"Do you want to change into something else?"

"What exactly do you propose I change into Dr. Hunt? You said jeans and a sweatshirt. You said nothing about a change of clothes incase you get hit with a flying fish"

"I have a sweatshirt in the trunk. Want it?"

She knew he was taunting her. She knew he had felt her back and knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the sweatshirt she wore. Did he think he could embarrass her?

"Sure, I'll take it"

He couldn't help but smile as they approached his car. He couldn't wait to see how this played out. It was like playing chicken. Who would give out first? He popped the trunk and placed their purchases inside and reached for his sweatshirt. As he turned toward Cristina she was already lifting her sweatshirt over her head. Owen's jaw dropped open and he couldn't help but stare. Stare at her beautiful, small but perky breast. Her perfect breasts.

"What the hell are you doing?" Owen exclaimed as he pulled her to him while draping his sweatshirt around her back to shield her from any prying eyes. As he looked around he was thankful that the parking lot was empty for the most part.

"What?" "How did you think I was gonna change?" "You're the one that offered"

Cristina reached up with both of her arms to caress his back. She was smiling up at him. She knew he didn't ever dream she would do this. What the hell, she thought. You only live once.

"As much as I am enjoying you being half naked and me holding you in my arms, can you please put this on before we get arrested?" Owen was now holding the sweatshirt above her head. She reached both of her arms upward and let him pull the sweatshirt down over her head. Both of them were fully aware of the graze of both of his hands over her nipples as he lowered the shirt. As soon as her head popped through the neck hole of the shirt, he drew her lips to his.

"Can we talk about this waiting thing again?" Cristina whispered into his ear, breathless.

"I can honestly say that I don't think we will have to wait much longer. I can't handle it" Owen said as he placed a kiss on her neck.

"Thank God" she exclaimed as she playfully smacked him on the ass before reaching for the door handle.

Owen couldn't help but smile as he started the engine and headed towards the freeway. "Did you have fun?"

"Are you kidding me? I had a blast. That was so much fun"

"We'll see how you feel when we have to chop the head's off those fish"

"Oh no. You get to do that. Remember, I don't cook. You said YOU would do that"

He laughed and reached for her hand. He kissed the back of it and lowered both of their hands to his lap.

"Do you like red wine? That is all I have at my apartment"

Cristina turned her gaze toward him. His place. They were going to his place?

"Were going to your place?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothin. I just assumed we were going back to mine"

"No. I don't want the possibility of any interruptions. No one ever comes to my place. It's quit"

For what she thought? Cutting up fish? Or steamy lovemaking. The latter she hoped.

"Yes. Red wine is perfect"

"Good"

They rode the rest of the way in silence. Cristina attempted to take in the surroundings so she could remember how to get to his apartment if the need arose. Shortly, they pulled into a parking garage. He pulled into a spot next to the elevator and shut off the engine. Before he released her hand he tugged it gently prompting her to look at him.

"Cristina……I want you to know that I had a really good time tonight and I love being with you. Whatever happens tonight, know that I am in this. But if you can't handle my……….demons from the past, I will understand and I would never fault you for that"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm in this too. I will help you get through this. You just have to trust me and let me in. I can handle it. Now come on, we have fish to cook"

He smiled at her as she jumped out and headed towards his trunk. They retrieved their bags and headed toward the elevator.

Owen couldn't help but laugh at her when he got a complete look at her in the light. His sweatshirt was about 4 times to big for her. It hung almost to her knees and her hands were no where in sight. But she looked adorable to him. And sexy. She looked strangely sexy wearing his clothes.

"It's 614. On the left"

As he swung the door open and hit the switch she was very impressed. It didn't look at all like she had envisioned. It was very neat and tidy. Modern. She didn't peg him for modern taste. It was very masculine but homey too. The beige walls were a very nice contrast with his dark brown leather couch and matching chair. Cristina's eyes were drawn to a group of photos on a bookcase. She wandered toward them as he placed the bags in the kitchen. She felt him come up behind her.

"Is this your family?"

"Yes. My mom and dad, my three brothers and Susan, my sister"

"Wow. Five of you. Your mom's brave. All of you boys look alike. Very handsome"

He smiled as lowered his mouth to her neck and let his arms slip around her waist. She brought her hands up to rest on top of his and leaned her head back into his chest.

"I need a shower" she whispered as she turned in his arms to face him "Wanna join me?"