Cristina let out a deep sigh as she tried to shrug off the feeling that she was giving up on getting better as she slid into bed with Burke at just a quarter past 9.

"I'm really not tired." she tried to worm her way out of the promise that she'd just made to take care of herself.

"Cristina." he warned quietly, pulling her close to him, his body pressed firmly against hers.

She closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath against the back of her bare neck, and she shivered lightly as she felt the first brush of his lips against her skin.

A smile crept across her lips, "That is not resting." she whispered through the darkness.

Part of her wanted to push him away, to get back up out of their bed, and continue pressing forward with retraining herself in the skill of surgery.

But there was a smaller part of her, a part that grew with every errant caress of his hands, or brush of his lips.

A part of her that just wanted to feel alive again.

His hand slowly slid up her thigh, to her waist, then dropped to her abdomen, tracing patterns over her stomach lightly, then trailing upward, "I can stop." he mumbled, as his fingers lightly teased some of the more intimate parts of her anatomy.

She took in a sharp inhale and pushed his hand away long enough to turn and face him, "Don't."

He pulled his hand away, ego slightly wounded, and the surmounting arousal in his body turned to tension. "You're right...you need to rest. We said you needed to rest."

She let out a sigh, "What? Now you don't..." her voice trailed off.

"You just said don't."

She let out a slight smirk, "I meant don't stop. As in keep going. As in...who needs rest."

There were no more words needed as Burke's answer was a hard and hungry kiss against her lips, to which she quickly responded.

As they spread heavy kisses over each other, they frantically tried to work out of their way out of their clothes, sending them across the room, to the floor, anywhere but obstructing their way.

Burke's hands traveled up her sides, sending her senses into overload as she was overwhelmed my his tender touch, she pulled herself on top of him, unable to resist him any longer, but he took pause.

"Are you sure you're okay?" His worry overriding his desire for a split second, worried that he may hurt her in some way.

She placed a finger over his lips as she moved onto him, "I'm fine." she assured him as he filled her depths.

She let out a soft moan as his lips came to her chest, kissing her gently at first, then more ravenously as he'd been hungering the taste of her skin for what seemed like an eternity, his hand dropped to her hips, grasping them tightly, moving her up and down against his body.

Cristina let her head fall back as she reveled in the moment of their love making, it had been far too long, and she had been far too selfish, and somewhat on the stupid side to deprave herself of this, she closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her in between her breasts then everything seemed to slow down a bit.

Burke froze, his lips coming to a halt over the scar that marred her sternum.

It wasn't something that had been there before when they'd made love, and it wasn't something that he'd seen too many times before.

But he knew it was something he'd but there.

The skin felt so different under his lips, his touch, and momentarily guilt overwhelmed his being because he knew in his heart that she wouldn't have that scar if it weren't for him.

Sensing his anguish, Cristina moved her fingers down his jaw line, and tipped his chin so that their lips met momentarily, "You didn't hurt me."

He nodded, pressing his lips together, and continued moving with her in the dark, his lips avoiding that area of her chest for fear that he'd freeze again, for fear that he'd relive the moment that he could feel her rib cage giving way underneath his hands.

After they'd finished she laid in his arms, still unclothed, their bodies intertwined with one and other, and she smiled inwardly, "I missed that."

"Me too." Burke replied absently, his index finger moving up and down over the incision that he may as well have put there himself.

She grabbed his hand, and drew it to her lips, kissing it. She wasn't sure what to say to make him feel better. "Are you okay?" she finally asked, penetrating an uncomfortable moment of silence.

"It's just that, I literally broke your heart, y'know that right? I did that to you? It wasn't Meredith, it wasn't anything from the accident. I did that to you, and it's hard for me to move past it."

Cristina couldn't begin to imagine the tremendous guilt that he was feeling, but if there was one thing she understood, it was medicine.

And the words came from her mouth before she even had time to process what she was going to say to make him feel better.

To take away his pain.

"My heart was not beating." she finally spoke, her voice steady, but detached.

Even for Cristina Yang, admitting that you were clinically dead was a scary thing.

"Yeah." he replied softly.

"It's more than just yeah, Burke. My heart wasn't beating. I wasn't breathing. I was dead."

"Cristina." he choked on her name, trying to brush it off, trying to forget it had happened. "I think you've established that you're heart wasn't beating."

She grabbed his hand and placed it palm down over her chest, "But there's more to it than that. There's more to it than my heart stopped beating and I was dead."

He looked at her curiously, his heart swelling in his own chest as he could feel hers through her chest, still beating rapidly, "What's that?"

"You didn't hurt me, Burke. My heart...you made it beat again."

A/N: A little bit of sex and fluff. It's those damn Kin clips.