Disclaimer: Still own nothing, those greedy bastards don't like to share. Sigh
A/N: This wraps it up. I may write more, I may not, really I just want to see what happens next!
I don't even know you…
Those words where haunting him, she was haunting him. The taste of her seemed to still linger on his lips even though he'd had two glasses of scotch and had brushed his teeth before lying down on the hard hotel bed. Oranges and mocha, that's what he remembered from that brief kiss. Major Owen Hunt grunted as he flopped onto his back on the uncomfortable bed and remembered every word he'd exchanged with Doctor Cristina Yang. He had twenty four hours before he needed to report to Fort Lewis and not nearly enough to keep him busy till then.
She had kissed him back, passionately, like she hadn't been kissed in a while. Hell, he hadn't been kissed in nearly ten months. On an eighteen month deployment with only shrouded women, sketchy whores and other enlisted women, his pickings had been slim. Not that it was usually a problem, his self control was excellent, and the stress of his job usually left him too exhausted to mind. But Cristina… the way she watched him staple his gash, her hot little hands on his hip as she finished the few he couldn't reach. Hell, her eyes as he sutured her abdomen, all smoky and warm, plainly telling him she was thinking dirty little nothings, she had him hard the whole time, feeling keenly the fact he hadn't had a woman, let alone a climax in months. The Sandpit was short on privacy as well as women. Then he'd kissed her, debated on it a moment before resolutely closing the blinds and laying one on her.
I don't even know you…
But she'd kissed him back before pulling away.
He was going back to the Sandpit, voluntarily, but still going back.
Damn it! He scrubbed his hands over his stubble impatiently, scowling at the ceiling. Chief Webber had offered him a job. His CO thought he had spent enough time in the trenches and needed a break. It was tempting, so very tempting…
"What are you thinking? Give up your duty to your country, the high you love best for a pretty piece of ass that kisses like a goddess? Not fucking likely! Get your head in the game and out of your pants." He muttered aloud, knowing he was crazy to even contemplate leaving the career he reveled in for a woman he didn't know.
How easily he could get to know her. She was a mystery he could happily spend time unraveling, finding out how she ticked and what had put the sadness he could see in her eyes. Such an easy thing to do, and once Owen Hunt made a decision he stuck by it. Just like he tenaciously pursued what he wanted.
I don't even know you…
A small smirk curled his lips as he thought once more about that kiss, and gave into the fantasy brewing in his thoughts about a certain sloe eyed doctor. A strong hand slid down his muscled belly and wrapped around the base of his erection. He wouldn't leave the Army for the pretty doctor, but he could think about it.