FOUR

She ignored his appeals to calm down and clattered noisily around the apartment eventually bringing Callie out of her room. Callie furrowed her eyebrows at Owen. "Is she going to be like this all evening? Because I've got Arizona coming over."

"I'm right here!" Cristina braced.

"Are you, are you really here?" Callie eyed her, annoyed at Cristina's noisy interruption.

"Alright Sundance." Owen pushed Cristina towards her bedroom. "You don't have to fight with everyone." He pushed her onto the bed and shut the door.

"One day I won't need a roommate." She said flinging herself back flat on the bed. Her arms went over her face and she mumbled angrily through them.

"No you won't need a roommate." Said Owen taking off his shoes. "You'll have me, and I won't take any notice of you when you get like this." Unbuttoning his shirt and then taking off the rest of his clothes, Owen grumbled about the Siamese duo named Meredith and Cristina. "You're both a pain in the ass." He declared. In all honesty he didn't understand why she needed the approval of Meredith over everything. "We're supposed to be celebrating." He said leaving the bedroom to take a shower.

For the second time that day, Cristina knew he was right. Rolling off the bed and leaving the room, she appeared outside the shower stall pulling the glass door open. Owen didn't flinch, as she often did that in the middle of a thought. She leant against the wall and watched Owen's body move as he soaped and cleaned himself.

"...Okay, but you don't understand our policy as best friends..."

"You're right I don't." Owen washed soap from his hair.

"She's my person and I expect ..."

He looked at her for a moment. "I am tired of hearing that she's your person; and I still don't know what it means..."

Cristina sighed and tried to explain. "A person is..."

"Shouldn't I be your person... whatever it means?" He stepped out of the shower and pulled a towel out from the shelf unit and started to dry himself. Cristina followed him with her eyes. He really was a fine specimen of a man. "...You know what Cristina? It doesn't matter what it means. The fact is we are committing to each and your best friend." He emphasised the words. "Isn't happy for us, or you, and I'm going to talk to her about it."

Cristina scoffed.

"I love you, and while I understand Meredith's concerns for you, I haven't seen you smile once today. So I think it's time I sat down with Mer "He mimicked Cristina with a wiggle of his head. "And let her tell me what she thinks I need to hear."

Cristina stared at him.

"Maybe I'll take her to dinner or something... Are you getting in?" He nodded toward the shower as he dried his hair.

Cristina hummed thinking, and began to very slowly strip off, piling her clothes in a ragged heap on the floor. Owen grabbed them up with a tutt and a shake of the head and went off to load them in the dirty clothes basket. She loved that man.

"Owen."

He looked up.

"I love you."

His eyes and body language softened, "I love you."

She turned the water on in the shower and before pulling the door shut she made a decision. "I'm going to speak to my mother about us." Her face bore the difficulty of the situation, but if she loved him she couldn't hide out forever. She could also join him in doing everything to make their journey together easier. "I'm going to tell her everything, about the choking, about your trauma, everything. It's going to be my power move against Meredith!" She shouted through the water.

"Is everything about our relationship going to be about Meredith?" Owen shouted pissed off. It was enough already.

"Hey!" Cristina shouted turning off the water. She pushed the shower door open. "I haven't smiled today because of this constant push against you. I'm tired of explaining myself and justifying things when they happen with between us."

"Then why do you!" He demanded. "I thought you were a private person who didn't like to share her feelings. You never opened up to me like this! So why does your person have to know everything, why does she have to approve everything? Why do you need her to approve of me? Of us?"

"What happened to Meredith loves you, she cares for you, she wants the best for you?"

They stared at each other. Cristina pulled in the shower door and continued with her shower. Owen didn't understand Meredith. He didn't understand Mer. He didn't understand the relationship. She couldn't explain how angry she was at Meredith and how annoyed she was to have to constantly defend Owen.

But Meredith was her friend and in the morning they would squint at each other and growl and circle each other ready to pounce, but instead they would do rounds together, make snide remarks about the patients, drink from the same coffee cup, hog or split the best cases and then go have lunch together. It's what they did. They had an annoying, strange and often brutal way of loving and protecting one another. She couldn't explain it to Owen. Derek understood, he had learnt. He kept out of the way and let them get on with it. Owen being Owen was trying to fix things. Cristina turned around to let the water clean suds off her. Owen had gone back to the bedroom.

She walked back into her room without her towel. Her damp hair was wound high into a tight bun. Owen was lying naked in bed. Before she joined him, Cristina stood at her dresser and picking up her lotion, applied it to her skin, taking her time. Owen head raised on a few pillows, watched her.

"She does like you."

"Cristina, I don't care."

Cristina rolled lotion down her arms. "Don't try and understand us, we're complicated."

Owen rolled his eyes.

"But she does approve of you. She just doesn't approve of me marrying you. "

"Is that supposed to make me feel encouraged?"

"Not really." She put a leg on the edge of the bed and began to massage her thigh and down to her shins and feet. "Let me deal with it Owen." She closed the cap on her lotion and setting it back on the dresser and went to flick the bedroom light off. Cristina climbed into the bed and crawling on top of Owens body locked her face into the side of his neck. "Are we still celebrating?" She mumbled.

Owen massaged his hands down her back and clamped them on her bottom. "We could celebrate for a little while longer."

She massaged him with her newly lotioned body, which of course Owen appreciated. Holding the side of his face Cristina kissed him. Owen kissed her back running his hands over her soft body. It wasn't long before his erection was forming and pressing on her front as she massaged him. Positioning herself with the help of him, Cristina eased her body onto his. In the dim light of the room he watched her face absorb their pleasure. He held onto her hips to control her movements as she rubbed on him gently. Her legs lay either side of his, her chest touching his as she moved on him. In time she reached her release point, but held onto it, until Owen quickened his pace reaching his own release point. They managed to reach a conclusion almost coming together.

Owen pushing her hair aside kissed and nuzzled tenderly at her neck. Cristina smiled sleepily to herself. She could get used to doing happy.