Cristina paced anxiously back and forth through the kitchen of their apartment, smoothing the short black dress she'd pulled from their closet, fidgeting with her hair, anything she could do to burn off the nervous energy she had.
"This is stupid.", she muttered to herself quietly and jumped as she heard his key slide into the door.
He felt his heart stop as his eyes fell upon her the moment he walked in the door, her hair was curled, but tamed in the same right, her eyes sparkling, dressed in his favorite black dress and she was smiling nervously like a teenager going on her first date, "Cristina?" he stammered.
"Don't say a word...I just thought maybe because of the good news and all that we could go out and have some dinner or something?"
He moved to her silently, and slid a hand behind her neck, the other around her waist and kissed her hungrily. This was the girl he'd been looking for, longing for, aching to hold in his arms for the past 3 months.
She responded to his kiss, and pulled herself closer to him, feeling alive for the first time since the accident, feeling there was some sort of hope, something to look forward to now.
When the kiss broke she smiled at him, "So, do I at least get dinner first?"
"Depends on how hungry you are...and you didn't tell me the good news." He sat down his bag on the bureau and walked towards the bedroom to change his clothes.
She followed him into the bedroom, "You can't tell me that you haven't heard, or that you don't have your assumptions."
"You got a job in cardiology." he joked lightly, pulling his sweater and undershirt from his body in one motion.
She took in a sharp breath as he stood before her shirtless and silently cursed the idea of dinner as his hands went for the button at the top of his jeans. "Burke."
He unbuttoned his jeans and took heed of the mischievous glimmer in her eyes and he continued to remove his pants, "You tell me what brought on this good mood. I want to hear it from you."
She sauntered to him, kicking off her heels along the way, and moving her arms behind her to awkwardly find the zipper to her dress, "I start work on Monday..."
"In cardiology right?" His hands slid around her back to find the zipper she was working to find.
"Not quite." She slipped her arms out of her dress as he finished unzipping it, letting it fall to her waist.
"Nursing?" He questioned, sliding it the rest of the way off of her body, and watching it fall to the ground.
"Not on your life...for that, I should get dressed again." She mocked bending over to pick up her dress, and he quickly halted her, pulling her back up to him.
He spread kisses from her shoulders to her neck, speaking in between kisses, "Are you going to tell me, or do I need to stop so that you can concentrate?"
Cristina led him back towards the bed, her hands lightly placed on his back and the back of his head as he kissed her, "I'm back in surgery...full credentials."
"You did it." Burke whispered in her ear as they found the bed, his voice husky and low as he went to remove her bra.
"I did it...but you helped." She mumbled, helping him to slide it off.
He froze and looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"I mean you helped me. Y'know...the whipstitch, putting up with me...what did you think I meant?" She questioned raising herself off of her back and propping her elbows behind her.
"It's nothing, I guess I just..." His voice trailed off and he opted for physical distraction rather than a verbal response to draw her mind away from what he'd said.
Cristina's hand reached up to find the light switch on the lamp and flipped it out, letting out a small chuckle has his hands trailed over her body, "We can eat after this, right?" She joked lightly.
He kissed her lips, effectively quieting her giggles and bringing her back to the mood she started in, "I love you." He mumbled, spreading kisses down her chest.
"I love you too." She whispered through the darkness, no hesitation apparent.
As he made love to her though, he couldn't help but have the nagging feeling in the back of his head, that the only reason that she was happy, the only reason that she was coming around was not because of him, or that she loved him, but because she could go back to work.
Because it was surgery first.
And he would always be second place.
It was time to put that theory to test.
A/N: I don't know if I'll post anymore tonight or not. I think I'm in the Grey's watching kind of mood instead of Grey's writing kind of mood.