Don't Be Cruel
Sunrise found Owen sitting in bed, all alone, Cristina not around, woken by the telephone. It had taken much toil and pain, many tears and a passage through the underworld of Owen's consciousness. But they'd made it. Made it back together.
And being together was p.h.e.n.o.m.e.n.a.l.
Their being together had never lacked meaning, even the very first time they saw each other; it was clear this meant something.
It was clear even when they had not been able to be together, that they meant the world to each other. Or maybe that had been, when it was made clearer than ever before.
These last few months however, had added purpose. Such a clear, unwavering purpose as to make every moment they now shared, every moment they'd fought so hard for, monumental.
Each small intimacy was such a blessing now. Going grocery shopping, leaning against each other at the dinner table, kissing in the elevator.
And the love they made..
"Well", he smiled, It was probably going to be the death of him sooner or later, then again, he wanted to die in her arms anyway. It was all good, the future looked bright ahead.
***
Cristina was still at the hospital, and Owen, who was off that day, had woken up in her bed. He felt good, having had a good night's sleep. Throwing open the window, he pulled back the covers of the bed to let them air, and started his round of the chamber, picking up Cristina's clothes that were strewn everywhere as usual.
Still in his boxers and shirt he walked through to the kitchen and put on the coffee. Torres had left him the paper and he skimmed through it while having his first cup.
A look at the clock told him Cristina would be getting home soon, so he went off to wash.
*
Stepping into the large shower moments later, leaning back his head under the warm water, he wasn't haunted by the memory of that first, botched date.
Instead, his mind filled with images of Cristina, naked, making love to him in this very shower, as they had done many, many times now.
He felt a heaviness flowing to his groin and he couldn't help but remember the feeling of her hands, all soapy, running over every inch of him. His own hands trailed down from his chest to his stomach, then lower, his fingers sliding into his pubic hair.
Another memory came before his mind's eye, and he let out a soft little groan, wrapping his fingers around the base of his erection, slowly starting to stroke himself.
He was thinking of the night, not long ago, when she'd asked him to kneel over her, so she could take him into her mouth while touching herself. She'd looked so tiny, laying on her back, he was towering over her, his muscular thighs dwarfing her shoulders. Looking at his hard on sliding in and out of her mouth, had just about finished him off, right there and then. Especially when she'd put one hand around his balls, and had let the fingers of the other stroke his ass.
*
He opened his eyes and turned of the water. Shaking his head to clear the haze of lust from it. He took his time towelling off, and when he could walk comfortably again, got out and put on some sweatpants and a shirt.
The bedroom was all cold and fresh now, he felt his face tingle from the outside air and closed the window, knowing that Cristina would be tired and cold.
He made the bed, put a dry towel in the shower for her, and went to make breakfast.
***
When Cristina came home, she was tired and cold and unbelievably happy to have him there, waiting for her. With breakfast.
He was always taking care of her, making her feel ridiculously safe and loved.
She dropped her coat and scarf on the ground by the door, lost her sneakers on the way over to the table, and as soon as she reached him, climbed up on his lap. He put his strong arms tightly around her and she snuggled as if she'd never done anything else in her life.
They stayed like that for a while, he asked her about her night and she accepted the fresh juice, before getting up to go take a shower.
***
When she got out fifteen minutes later, the dirt and smell from SGH washed away, he came in and watched her dry her hair. She noticed the dreamy look in his eyes, and turned to him smiling, "Penny for your thoughts?". And he smiled tenderly, "Just you I'm thinking of". That made her melt, and she turned again, wanting to get to bed.
When she reached for the body lotion, he stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. Silently she handed him the flask and put up her hair. He started with her neck and shoulders, and she relaxed, letting her head drop forward.
Owen watched his large hands knead her slender shoulders, moving them down, he undid the towel and it slid down to her hips. He massaged all the way along her spine, and she leaned forward more, pressing her behind firmly against his crotch.
His hands enfolded her waist for a moment, then pushed her hips against him. She made a soft little sound and he stopped just a second to take his clothes off.
Pulling her against him again, her hair tickled his chest, head resting against his broad shoulder. Only the towel separated them now and she could feel his desire hot and hard against her buttocks.
Watching his hands touch her in the mirror was a turn on, especially when he was watching with that look in his eyes. Just that look in a crowded place, could get her wet and throbbing softly.
His hands had reached the smooth skin of her stomach, but instead of dipping under the material, they turned her around, and lifted her up, so that she was sitting next to the basin.
He drew near for a short, burning kiss, hands cupping her face, then stepped back to pull the towel away from her thighs.
Cristina felt a surge of heat in her belly and put her arms behind her, leaning back. She arched her spine, thrusting her small, perky breasts forward, and slowly spread her legs a bit.
Owen's eyes got darker, blazing a trail over her body. Then he leaned over and stared sucking on her nipples.
He drew his hands done, over her flat stomach to her hips and held her still as he moved his mouth to the inside of one of her thighs. Slowly starting to kiss and lick his way towards her pussy, his beard scraping the soft skin gave her goose bumps all over.
She held her breath when he scratched softly through her trimmed pubic hair, pulling back on the skin, so her lips parted, revealing her clit.
When she felt his warm, soft tongue, licking her ever so gently, and then harder, as her need grew, his fingers sliding inside of her. Reality Shattered to a million pieces.
She wasn't thinking about appearances anymore, nor did she care that these high- pitched sounds escaped her lips, filling the bathroom. She just wanted more. He slid another finger into her, and her hips bucked.
She pushed against his shoulders, wanting him to stop, wanting him inside her when she came.
He got up, face flushed, his hard member telling her exactly how much he wanted her. "Owen, please, I want you inside of me".
He kissed her, pressing himself against her warm wetness, devouring her mouth, hands all over her face, her shoulders, pulling her close.
She tried to move so she could take him inside of her, but he withdrew again, teasing her with his fingers instead. "Wait, .. just wait", she recognised the line, but it wasn't so cute now. "Owen!", she didn't mind to beg, actually she found it kind of hot. "Please baby, Don't be cruel", "I need you ". She could tell that he liked it, his body tensing even more, "please give it to me, I'm so wet, so hot for you my love". "just for you".
His jaw clenched, he grabbed her hips and pushed the swollen head of his erection between her wet lips. She felt him pushing ever so slowly inside of her, stopping after a few inches, not allowing her to move.
He bend over and kissed her, "I love you", he hardly recognised his own voice, pushing all the way inside of her in one strong thrust.
Filling her, stretching her so completely, she felt her orgasm hit instantaneously.
He felt it too, her muscles quivering, squeezing him tight and he let go of all control. Thrusting into her with all his force, her name on his lips as he spend himself inside of her, one powerful convulsion after the other.
The End