Cristina hated Christmas. She was Jewish, she wasn't even allowed to love Christmas. But all her friends celebrated this, so now she was standing in a big room somewhere in the hospital with other doctors celebrating it.
She was here every year even when she hated it. Usually she spoke to few of her friends, danced a little and then she and Owen sneaked out early and had hot Christmas sex. But that was before. Before Henry died and before her husband left her for Teddy. Actually he didn't leave her. She kicked him out because he cheated on her. At least mentally.
So now she was standing here again, but this time completely alone. After Meredith was given a permanent custody of Zola, it was all she could think or talk about. Of course Cristina was happy for her. Her best friend's dream finally came true. Zola was the most adorable kid that Cristina ever saw and she even bought a lot of present for her, but it didn't make her feel less miserable. Fortunately there was enough liquor for her to forget about her problems, but it didn't change the fact that she was alone.
She started to hesitate why she came here. Full room of happy faces, giggling and kissing under the mistletoe was the last thing she needed to see. She turned around ready to leave when she saw him. He was dancing in the middle of the room with his typical stupid grin on his pretty face and Santa hat on his head. He looked so stupid but so hot at the same time. His perfectly shaped ass was moving in the rhythm of a Christmas song and almost every woman in that room was dreaming about his powerful hands on her hips. And then it hit her. She wouldn't have to be alone. Not tonight. She was too smart and too pretty to be alone. She quickly finished her drink, brushed her hair with her fingers and confidently walked towards Jackson. He was just laughing at some stupid jokes, that one of his colleagues made in an effort to impress him. She licked her lips without noticing it and then put her small skinny hand on his well built shoulder.
"Yang?" he asked surprised when he turned around and saw Cristina with a little smile on her lips. He wasn't expecting her to come to this party and especially not with a smile on her face.
"Shut up," she said and put her finger on his lips. The lips that almost every woman in that room wanted. She stood on the tips of her toes and softly kissed him. She wasn't sure from where did it come, but she liked it. Maybe it was because of the alcohol and maybe because of the loneliness she felt in her heart.
When their lips met, Jackson was caught by a surprise. He wasn't expecting this, but he liked it. His strong arms sneaked around Cristina's waist and he pulled her as close as possible. It's been a long time since they first kissed, but her lips still tasted the same. Like a strawberry ice-cream during a hot summer. So sweet and so refreshing at the same time.
"What was this?" he asked when she backed away a little.
"Come with me and you'll find out," She said with a devilish smile and he couldn't resist. Jackson grabbed her hand and they walked away together. That night none of them were alone and Cristina admitted that Christmas may not be that bad, if you have someone to spend them with.
