Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its characters are the intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes and Co.

A/N: My first real attempt at smut, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Special thanks to Aly (supershipper) for being the awesome beta that she is! :3


They were meant to be at lunch with the others, but Owen and Cristina were in the vent room for a little alone time. It had been a while since the vent had been the scene of one of their sexual escapades.

As Owen trailed kisses down Cristina's neck, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his red hair while she mulled over her thoughts. "What do you think about this Sloan and Teddy thing?"

Owen ceased his ministrations abruptly with a groan of disbelief. "Why are you talking about Sloan and Teddy right now?"

She shrugged nonchalantly as she looked into his heated, blue eyes. It was obvious that Owen was much more interested in other things at the moment; especially if his roving hands and the telltale nudge at her belly were anything to go by. "I don't know. It kind of bugs me for some reason."

"It...bugs you?" An incredulous chuckle left his lips at Cristina's admission. He almost wanted to recount the moment he had had with Meredith to her, but decided against it. Sometimes women had a funny way of misunderstanding anything and everything you said and did.

"Yeah, it kinda does. What, it doesn't bother you at all?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly at him.

He looked down into her dark, brown eyes and felt like he could drown in the sincerity of the concern he saw there. With Cristina, there was always a surprise around the corner, another aspect of her to discover and love her all the more for.

Planting a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her parted lips, he whispered "I love you, you know that?"

"O-kay."

"Okay?" He traced his thumb around her lips, mesmerised by the pink tip of her tongue poking out through a corner of her mouth, the way it did when she was a little puzzled by something.

"That came out of nowhere."

"I can't tell you I love you now?"

"No. I mean, of course you can, but that was so...random."

"Then you want me to, uh, announce the reason I'm saying it, every time I say it, before I say it?"

"Yes. I mean, no! I mean...ugh, never mind. Just kiss me."

Chuckling softly, he leaned his forehead against hers, his desire-darkened eyes penetrating her with their gaze.

"I thought you'd never ask," he breathed against her mouth.

Capturing her lips with his, Owen cradled her face in one hand while the other cupped the top of Cristina's left thigh, urging her to draw her legs up and around his hips. Using the wall to support her body so he could free his hands, he ravished her mouth with his tongue while caressing the sinuous planes of her body under her scrubs.

When she felt the calloused pads of his thumbs work their way under her bra and brush over her nipples, Cristina gasped against Owen's mouth, her eyes bursting open with astonishment. It almost felt like she had been struck by lightning. They'd had sex before, and plenty of it, but this...this was a new feeling – and she liked it.

Owen swallowed Cristina's muffled moan, felt her nipples harden instantly under his subtle touch, and knew that the bonds of his restraint were starting to crumble. With an almost animalistic growl, he tore his lips away from hers, thrusting his hips roughly against her belly to hold her in place as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and discarded it in the blink of an eye.

There was a shift in their lovemaking, initial tenderness giving way to primal need. He suddenly felt the urge to possess her body, to possess her entire essence, to stake a claim on what was his. Who cared if anyone else had a doubt about how he felt; he knew and so did Cristina - that was all that mattered.

For a moment, he surveyed the beauty of her plain, cotton bra moulded around her small, shapely breasts. His gaze burned a trail upwards toward her delicate collarbone and, finally, to the elegant curve of her neck. That beautiful neck he had imagined kissing, caressing...possessing for so long.

Owen gently pushed at Cristina's jaw with a thumb and forefinger, urging her to tilt her head upwards so he could have better access to her neck. She was feverish with lust as she felt his hot mouth leave a burning trail of moisture leading from her heaving chest to her jaw. Then he began to suckle on the sensitive place just below her ear, the pressure intensifying until she knew that he had left his mark.

Trailing butterfly kisses across her cheek, Owen's lips found their way back to Cristina's, kissing her with bruising force as his hands deftly undid the clasp of her bra. He let the scrap of cotton fall to the floor as he cupped a breast in one hand, the bold strokes of his thumb causing involuntary whimpers to resonate from his lover. His eyes never left her face; watching the woman he loved writhe in ecstasy under his touch was never something he wanted to miss.

Easing the pressure of his hips against hers, Owen grasped her buttocks and pushed away from the wall, prompting Cristina to release her legs from around his hips and slide back down to the floor. He pulled his dark blue scrubs hastily over his head and laid it down on the ground, coaxing her to lie back onto it.

Covering her body with his, he rested his weight on his forearms as he gently brushed an errant curl out of Cristina's face. It was intoxicating the way her luxuriant, dark tresses fanned around her face; the way her dark, molten eyes blazed passionately into his. Owen felt tiny prickles of electricity race across the places where their naked skin touched.

Tracing the flat of his palm down her side, his hand came to rest at her hip, his thumb hooking at the waistband of her pants. Cristina covered his hand with one of her own, pushing at it with gentle urgency, her eyes flashing with a wordless request. Owen had to smile at her usual impatience but, he had to admit, he wasn't exactly a patient man at times like these either.

He kissed her again, deep and drugging, his tongue exploring all the sensuous curves of her mouth, both his hands at her hips now, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he pushed down her pants, along with the white cotton panties she wore.

Cristina's small, agile hands had found their way to the drawstring of Owen's pants. She took a moment to rub a hand over the hardness of his erection through the thin material, earning her a satisfying growl of frustration and the exquisite pain of his hands clutching hard at her hips. Not wanting to prolong the torture for either of them, she made quick work of removing his pants and boxer briefs until they both lay completely naked, skin glistening with sweat.

Reluctantly pulling away from their kiss, Owen took another moment to rest his forehead against hers, to look into her eyes, so open and trusting, so full of need, so full of love - for him. He hoped she could see the same in his.

She stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked at his upper lip, surprising him, and he saw her smile, the rare and beautiful smile few people had been privy to. He chuckled at the playful look in her eyes, which quickly turned serious as she felt his finger gently flick over and then firmly stroke her clitoris.

Owen kept his eyes riveted on hers as he felt her body arch up against his with every stroke of his finger. She was trying so hard to suppress the moans that were threatening to spill from her lips, her whole body taut against his, her hands gripping at the muscles of his shoulders.

When an involuntary gasp rushed out of Cristina, Owen took the opportunity to remove his finger and thrust quickly and deeply into her, catching the little scream she exhaled as he covered her mouth with his once more. Feeling the tight, wet walls of her core around him, he felt his self-control slipping and he began thrusting into her with abandon, growls of pleasure vibrating from his chest.

He heard and felt her moan into his mouth with every movement of his hips. Her nimble tongue duelled zealously with his and, capturing it between his teeth, he began sucking on it like candy while his hands plunged into the softness of her hair, holding her head still while he plundered her mouth, leaving her breathless but begging for more.

Cristina raised her legs to wrap around Owen's back, letting him drive deeper into her. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her lips hungrily devoured his, not wanting to break contact for even a second. She could vaguely feel the metal of the vent imprint marks into her ass again, but she really couldn't give a shit right now. She'd deal with it after the mind-blowing sex was over.

Feeling himself getting close to the edge, Owen began pounding harder and faster into Cristina, drawing from her screams of ecstasy as she too felt the throes of orgasm begin. Lowering a hand to where their bodies were joined, he rubbed her clit firmly with his thumb and relished in the involuntary scream of release that escaped her throat as he pushed her over the edge.

As climax rippled through Cristina's body, the walls of her pussy clenched tightly around Owen's cock and there was little he could do to stop his body from joining in on the onslaught of pleasure. He buried his face in her hair and bit into her shoulder as he came, muffling his own cries of passion.

After their bodies had calmed, they lay there for a while in a tangle of limbs, staring into each other's eyes. Owen brushed the stray curls away from Cristina's face, his thumb smoothing over a flushed cheek. Her dark, inscrutable eyes stared intensely at his face, taking in the strong features of his brow, his cheekbones, his jaw; as if she was committing it all to memory. A burst of air came rushing up the vent, the steam surrounding them giving the moment an ethereal air.

The vent was out of space and out of time. Anything could happen on the vent; and it did.

When they were dressed, they shared an invariably chaste kiss before parting to their respective duties. Turning away, Owen smiled a secret smile, satisfied at the vision of the mark he had left on that sweet spot below her ear.

Watching him depart, a wistful smile crossed Cristina's face. The sex was as great as ever but, more importantly, things between her and Owen were in a good place now. She was a little scared of how deeply in love she was with this man, but she'd try not to think about it too much.

Gingerly patting at her backside, she winced a little at the pain. Lexipedia's voice wafted into her mind - it probably really was going to blister this time. Owen would just have to make it up to her later Cristina decided, as she paged Meredith and shuffled off to find her.