Smiling against her neck, Owen murmured, "well I had better do something special to help you practice panting!"

Forcing his wife back against the elevator wall, he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her fiercely with a mix of longing and explosive passion. Gripping her arms around his neck, she ran her fingers up into his hair and lost her mouth completely in his. His kiss could still make her knees weak and make her heart skip a beat.

Their tongues explored each others, his lips sucked on her bottom lip as their hands made a frenzied journey across every inch of each others body. The friction of their scrubs on their skin heightening the sensations of desire they were both feeling. Had they been on an on call room they would have both been naked by now.

"what if someone wants to take the elevator?" Cristina murmured between kisses, half heartedly trying to push Owen backwards. Owen's raw strength and determination were too much for her, so she gave in and allowed him to take whatever he wanted.

The elevator moved down through the 11th floor.

"So?" Forcing himself to tear his lips away, Owen gazed at his wife standing panting gently in front of him as he pushed her scrub pants and thong down over her hips. Owen let a smile take over his face as he thought about the panting they had been learning about minutes earlier in the birthing class.

That one word got her every time! And every time took her right back to the moment she had first seen him- that huge manly body in that US army uniform- hot! Shame he couldn't have kept it! When he had looked at her, coming out of that ambulance, she had felt like an invisible tether had tied her to him. She was his! Cristina wiggled slightly to guide the clothes down to her ankles leaving her lower half totally open for what her husband had planned. naked apart from the thin strip of pubic hair left from the wax she had yesterday. See, my meticulous planning always comes in useful! She thought to herself smugly.

"Quick and dirty! I will come back later and make everything pretty!" Owen growled as he slid down her body, kneeling in front of her. His promise of both immediate ecstasy and later seduction sent her nerve endings into free fall He traced "O's" up the back of her legs and onto her ass, as if marking her out as his territory. He squeezed her ass possessively as he pulled her towards him.

The elevator moved down to the 10th floor

Cristina let out a low moan of pleasure and fought the urge to take control. She wanted him so badly, she always wanted him so badly, pregnancy had only heightened an entirely pleasurable addiction to her husband.

"Spread your legs!" Owen commanded in a voice she always thought of as his major voice. She was the women who hated to take orders, the leader not the follower but for this man she would follow him anywhere.

Cristina often thought about Owen commanding his platoon in the deserts of Iraq. She imagined his young soldiers looking up to him like George had before he died. The fact that he was a war hero only heightened her desires for him. She guessed she was the simple girl after all- just waiting to be rescued by the big, manly hero, waiting to be swept off her feet. And Owen had done that he had literally rescued her and saved her from the icicle. But more than that he had rescued her emotionally- he thawed her out and forced her heart to beat in rhythm with his so it could take in all the love he gave her and love him, back just as totally. They had fought the war to be together, a long ranging battle on many fronts with many foes. They had fought the war and won. Maybe not a purple heart but each others.

As these images of her husband and their shared stories swirled around in her subconscious, she took the order and slid her feet to shoulders width apart. She felt butterflies in her stomach, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back in relaxed anticipation.

She did not have to wait long!

The elevator continued it's decent... Floor nine...floor 8.

Dispensing with the foreplay entirely, Owen thrust his face into Cristina's warmth and bit down Into her clit.

Cristina gasped in exquisite pain and pounded her hands to the wall to anchor herself, as her husband once again swept her near off her feet.

The sound of her pleasure in his ears spurred Owen on. Quickening the pace and letting his tongue join the party he began to lap at the folds and crevices of the part of his wife reserved entirely for him. He felt a tightening in his own groin as he thought of the things he wanted to do to and with her when he took her back to their bed. He craved and loved this woman every minute of every day. He had promised her 40 years but an eternity would not be enough time spent with her.

Floor seven- the elevator continued downwards.

"I love you!" Cristina gasped again as Owen returned his version of those 3 words in this moment. He plunged 3 fingers deep inside her, feeling her wet, hot juices envelop each digit, claiming them as her's. He thrust them into her hard and fast. Cristina's body responded as he felt her tightening. He knew she was not far away from letting go.

"mmmmm...oooooh...yes!" Cristina moaned and screamed with abandon, not caring of anyone on the other aide of the elevator doors could hear her. This, right here, was their bubble. The rest of the world fell away as she let her husband pull her closer and closer to the edge.

As the elevator continued it's final decent towards the surgical floor Cristina's body began to rush towards a heady climax.

"cum for me baby...cum for me...let me taste you!" Owen spoke huskily never losing contact with her clit. The vibration of his deep baritone between her legs sent shockwaves through her body. Like an animal devouring it's prey for fear of being discovered, Owen bit, licked and sucked on his wife's throbbing swollen clit causing her to pant in fast, shallow breaths.

"Owen...Owen...OWEN!" she screamed his name and pulled his head further into her warmth, anchoring it there while she shuddered releasing absolutely everything she had, everything she felt for this man.

Owen nipped at her clit with the softest kisses as Cristina gasped and fought her way down from her intense orgasm. He rocked back on to his heels, fixed her with a wickedly seductive face and slowly licked her scent off his fingers.

"you are evil. You are the devil!" Cristina bit her lip to stop herself flying at him, she was so turned on if she wasn't pregnant she would be getting him naked and straddling him right there on the elevator floor.

"so?" Owen looked at her like a little boy trying to appear innocent when he had been caught stealing cookies from the jar. An image of a mina tire version of Owen danced across the space between them making her reach out to caress his cheek with her hand. Owen leaned into her palm and kissed it.

The lights above them flashed 6.

As he quickly rose to his feet, Owen pulled up her underwear and scrub pants and tied them back under he swelling belly. Before he finally rose to a standing position he dropped a trail of kisses on their baby bump.

"time to get off." Owen laughed lightly as he kissed Cristina's cheek, as she adjusted herself to ensure she was presentable.

Screwing up her nose as his beard tickled her, she giggled "I just did!"

"be quick changing. Tonight I want to bury myself in you!" Owen whispered directly into her ear moments before...

PING!

The doors opened and with a gentle brush of the backs of their hands, the couple turned opposite ways to their respective locker rooms to get ready to go home together.

As she walked, or as she thought waddled, towards the residents locker room, desperate to get home, Cristina grinned as she thought that she could finally get on board with trauma surgery. After all there were definite benefits of quick and dirty!