Kathy and Paul

Cristina smirked as Owen checked his dress uniform one more time in the mirror. "You look great, stop fussing," she said, standing beside him to check her hair in her reflection.

He grinned. "Gotta look perfect for this job. It's not every day that I get to walk my mother down the aisle."

Cristina smiled. Kathy Hunt, soon to be Kathy MacAllister, had surprised them with her whirlwind romance with the widower down the street. Her radiant happiness was so infectious, Owen was uncharacteristically cheery in the weeks leading up to this wedding day. Even Cristina found herself smiling unexpectedly at the thought of this happy union. Marriage was for other people, she'd declared a long time ago. And repeated it often. But somehow she wasn't saying it any more.

"Penny for your thoughts," he said.

She smiled as she looked at him, head to toe. "Why have I never seen you in this uniform before?"

"It's for special occasions. And Mom requested that I wear it."

"You should wear it more often. Have I mentioned that I love a man in uniform?" she said suggestively, placing her hand against his chest.

"Oh no you don't," he laughed, grabbing her hand. "Save that thought for after. We've got to go."

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The wedding was lovely, so much so that Cristina was surprised to feel moved by the happy couple's first kiss. She gripped Owen's hand and looked up at him. Her Owen was a private man who generally only showed his deepest feelings in private, but today he was openly joyful. Happiness looks good on him, Cristina thought. She rubbed his hand. He looked at her and smiled, a happy smile that made her shiver right down to her toes. Just wait until I get you home, Owen Hunt.

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The wedding had been lovely, but she was finding the reception a chore. It was held at a community hall, and was full of people she didn't know. After the cake was cut and the dancing started, Owen took her around, introducing her to his cousins, aunts, uncles – a whole gaggle of redheads and blondes. They were plenty of veiled questions about the next wedding in the family – Owen laughed them off, but Cristina was getting heartily tired of the hints.

A light touch at her elbow distracted her. She turned and smiled to see Owen's mother. "Congratulations on your wedding," she smiled, as the older woman pulled her into a hug. "You are a beautiful bride."

Kathy brushed off her compliments with a smile, as bashful as her son. "I see you've been making the rounds. Come have a drink with me."

Cristina smiled gratefully, then waved Owen away. Kathy led her to the bar, and they helped themselves to wine.

"You looked like you could use a break," Kathy said. "I know you didn't come from a huge Irish family like mine."

Cristina snorted. "I certainly didn't. And everyone keeps asking when we're getting married. There's only so much of that I can take."

"Then I won't ask," Kathy chuckled. "Although you are practically a Hunt now."

Cristina gave her a quick smile. Her long streak of making bad impressions with mothers had been broken by Kathy. Sure, Owen had been quite open about Cristina's influence on their reunion, but she liked to think it was just that the two women liked each other.

"There are my ladies." Owen smiled, approaching them and giving his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. "Cristina, can you come with me?"

"Why?" she asked. "Did your third cousin once removed just show up?"

He laughed. "No, I have something to show you." He extended his hand.

"Fine," she muttered, downing the rest of her glass before taking his hand.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise as he led her to the stairs of the community centre.

"I spent a lot of time here as a kid," he told her, leading her upstairs. "My Boy Scout meetings were held here."

"So we're going to practice tying knots?"

"No," he smirked. He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a door.

"How did you get keys?" She frowned as he turned on the lights and led her into a small meeting room. "And why are we here?"

"My uncle had a set of keys so they could start setting up for the reception." Owen locked the door behind them. "And we're here so we could continue a tradition."

She frowned – what tradition? Was he going to propose? That sounded like him, picking his mother's wedding day to propose marriage. She gulped.

Owen smiled at her as he walked around the meeting table. When he knelt down out of sight, she paused before following him.

"What – what are you doing?" she asked, seeing him turn on some camping lanterns that had been carefully placed around an open sleeping bag.

"I seem to recall you wanting a thing," he laughed, standing up. He went back to the doorway to turn off the lights. "Something about a tradition, with weddings and sex."

"This is your mom's wedding!" she sputtered as he walked over.

"So?" He grinned wolfishly. "I'm not going to tell her. And you made sure I saw you getting dressed this morning. I've been thinking about those lacy panties all day. Don't tell me you weren't thinking of trying to do it at some point."

She shook her head, amused. "I was planning on doing that when we got home. But won't we be missed?"

He smiled and took her hands. "I made sure to greet everyone at the party so we could slip away. Now, do you want to do it or keep talking, dirty girl? It's no washroom or yacht, but we could actually take more than five minutes."

Cristina laughed. Then she smiled and nodded her head as she started to unbutton her skirt. Like she could ever say "no" to Owen. She loved that just when she thought she had him figured out, he surprised her all over again.

Very quickly they stripped off their clothes, Owen insisting on personally removing her black lace panties. He laid her down on the sleeping bag, kissing her gently. Then his hands went to her breasts, not as gently. She moaned in appreciation as his fingers went to work, pinching and rubbing and teasing.

"Much better than tying knots," she murmured.

"I learned a lot in this building," he whispered. "I learned about generating heat through rubbing. And I don't mean two sticks together."

"Reeaallly?" She gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs to check her wetness. He twirled a finger around in her essence then rubbed her hard, making her squirm with pleasure.

"My best friend's older sister gave me a few tutorials," he grinned, giving her nipples quick pecks as he continued to rub. "Down in the boiler room."

She snorted. "That explains so much about you…"

He chuckled before taking one of her breasts into her mouth. Cristina moaned happily, gripping his broad shoulders as he licked and sucked and gently bit, before lavishing equal attention to her other breast. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work their magic.

"You do know how to generate heat," she murmured, grabbing him by the hair and tugging him up for a kiss. He grinned, and then gripped her hips, filling her with one smooth thrust. She closed her eyes and moved her hips with his, finding the rhythm. He let one hand explore her breasts as he kissed her again. She opened her eyes and smiled, looking up at his flushed, contented face. It was always a pleasure to realize over and over again just how much she loved him.

She reached up with one hand to stroke his face. "You've been so happy today."

He smiled down at her curiously, maintaining the rhythm.

"I like seeing you this happy."

"You make me happy." His free hand found hers, and caressed it. "I love you."

"I love you," she whispered, pulling his head down for more kissing, twining her legs with his. He grunted happily in her mouth, increasing his rhythm. They spent a few blissful minutes just loving on each other, their sighs and moans filling the small room. Cristina groaned as she arched up against him, flooded with heat and light and ecstasy. She clenched around him in the throes of her orgasm, spurring him on to join her, bucking into her hips and moaning her name.

They laid there gasping for a few minutes, sated.

"I like this tradition," Cristina finally spoke, smirking. He laughed, rolling off of her and reaching for his clothes. "Who's getting married next?"

"Does it matter?"

"Guess not." She laid there for a few more minutes, catching her breath, before she sat up and started gathering her clothes. "Where are my panties?" she demanded.

He just smiled and did up his pants. "You'll have to search me for them when we get home."

"Oh fine, make me go commando," she snarked. "All of your teenage cousins who will be staring at my ass will thank you."

Owen laughed. "Nice try, Yang. The panties stay with me."

She made a face as she slipped into her skirt. He graciously helped her get dressed again, minus that one bit of clothing.

"Thank you for being such a good sport about today," he murmured, kissing her. "I know big family weddings aren't your thing."

She smiled. "I had fun. You know I like your mom a lot."

"I know. By the way –" Owen smiled mischievously. "What did you think I was going to do in here? You looked a little like a deer in the headlights."

"I had no idea," she lied easily.

"Mm-hmm," he said, seeing right through her.