Chapter Four
An eerie sense of humor could be found in the fact that Mark Sloan's wife was fucking another man in their bed. If it wasn't for the smidgeon of guilt tickling at Cristina's conscience she might have had a laugh at the irony. She wasn't so cold, so uncaring, that she could laugh about it. No, she didn't find any humor in the fact that she was flat on her back in the bed she shared with her husband letting the man she love thrust in and out of her body at a pace that would rival a man with hell's hounds at his heels. If anything, she felt pathetic.
Marrying Mark had been a whim, a drunken mistake she should have just admitted to. Her pride wouldn't let her, at least not back then. And by the time pride no longer mattered, she had settled into the comfortable routine they established. There was no love, and never would be. They had an understanding, Mark and she; an understanding she wanted out of and was to pathetic to just ask.
"God, Cristina," Burke moaned, his breath hot in her ear. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her fingers trailed down his spine to his buttocks. Using her fingers she pressed down, urging him to shove more of his cock inside her willing body. Twisting her head, she searched out the alarm clock on Mark's nightstand. The timing was perfect; he would be home at any time. "You feel so good, baby. I've missed this."
Cristina closed her eyes, savoring the feeling for a moment. She had missed this as well. There was a connection with Burke that she never felt when Mark and she were together. Mark was an amazing lover but he left her cold, longing for more. He wasn't capable of the more, not with her. "I've missed this too," she whispered back, opening her eyes. A quick glance at the clock again told her that Mark would walking through the front door at any time.
Her heart started to pound when she heard the familiar tread on the stairs. She felt Burke tensing as he realized that Mark was home. "I thought you said he was gone for the day," he accused.
"I…" Cristina stopped, unable to bring herself to tell another lie. Instead, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled his face down to her's. She captured his mouth in a desperate kiss.
"Karma really is a bitch," Mark mused from the doorway. She broke her mouth free from Burke's and inched her body out from under his. Grappling for the light blue sheets that Derek and Meredith had given them for Christmas, Cristina covered her naked body. She felt exposed, as though her darkest secrets were on display for the world to see. "You know, I'm going to have to burn those sheets. Real shame. I liked those sheets."
Mark slowly turned and walked away, as though he hadn't just seen his wife naked, with another man, in their bed. It was over, they were over. He didn't have to say the words for Cristina to know. Relief washed over her.
Story of my life, Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me, Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company
Rihanna-Unfaithful