Alex and Julie

"This is a big mistake," Cristina complained as they drove to the courthouse.

"You've made your opinion clear," Owen replied.

"She's his rebound woman. They met at Hooters, for chrissake."

"I know where they met."

"He's making a huge mistake."

Owen sighed. "You've. Already. Said. That." He pulled into the parking lot.

Cristina watched him get out and pursed her lips. He opened her door and helped her out. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I know this happened quickly. Maybe it is a mistake. But it is possible to fall in love in first sight."

She frowned. "And you know that how?"

He kissed her. "You proved it to me."

"Not fair," she protested. "You know I can't win against that kind of logic."

"Exactly," he grinned, taking her hand. "Look – we haven't seen each other in two weeks thanks to our schedules. Try and be a little cheerful while we go support our friend, no matter what."

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After the civil wedding, they offered their congratulations to the happy couple, one more sincerely than the other. Owen elbowed Cristina after they left the courtroom.

"What?"

"You could try smiling," he said casually.

She scoffed. Then looked at him sideways. "You want to see me smile?"

"It'd be nice."

She impulsively grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest room – the ladies' washroom. They were the only occupants.

"What the hell?" he asked as she shoved him into the handicapped stall and locked it behind her.

"Just remembering how you made me smile at the last wedding we were at," she grinned, reaching under her skirt to pull off her panties.

He gaped. "This – is a public building. We are not-"

She thrust herself against him, sticking her hand down the front of his pants. "I'm smiling," she pointed out as he ended up against a wall.

He looked at her in surprise. "Cristina!"

"Don't be such an old man," she smiled. "This could be our thing, you know. Quickies at weddings."

He moaned as her hands made him harder and harder. She grinned – she had really pulled him in there just to shock him. But since he was reacting so – strongly – to her teasing, she might as well take advantage of the situation.

"We have to do it now," she pointed out. "You can't go out there with a massive boner."

"Can't argue – with that logic," he gasped. "God, you make me feel like a teenager."

She smiled and started undoing his belt. He jumped as someone opened the door and walked into the washroom, but she merely smirked and undid his pants. Whoever was out there must have guessed at their activities, as they quickly left.

"You are going to be the death of me one day," he muttered, as she yanked down his boxers and pants.

"Why thank you." She smiled broadly as she leaned against him and lifted up one leg, the better to impale herself on his erection. His arm grabbed her leg to support it, while his free hand found its way to her ass. She snaked a hand under her skirt to stimulate herself. He moaned and closed his eyes, setting a hard rhythm. She watched his face triumphantly – when he has the lead, he likes to take things slow and torment her. Now she had the lead and she liked it rough and fast.

She thrust her free hand into his hair and kissed him hard, claiming his mouth with her tongue. He opened his eyes and stared into hers, lips curling up in a smile. She felt his fingers join hers under her skirt, and take over. She wrapped her leg against his hip as much as she could, feeling herself get wetter and hotter.

"You dirty, dirty girl," he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers.

She opened her mouth for a smart ass retort, when he pinched her clit and she lost the power of speech. Now his mouth claimed hers, tongue sliding against hers. She moaned as his fingers became ruthless and suddenly she was clutching on to him as a heat wave rolled over her and she began to shatter. He started to spurt inside of her and that just made her fall apart completely, bringing him along for the ride.

Finally they ended up spent, panting against each others mouths. She smiled up at him. "You like it when I'm dirty."

"Hell yeah," he grinned, standing up and kissing her. "You're one of a kind."

They looked down at the floor – and both made a grab for her panties at the same time.

She smiled as she grabbed her panties off the floor and pulled them back on, as he got dressed. "I think I'll be smiling the rest of the day. Happy?"

"Very much so." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the washroom.