Owen was sitting, huddled on the bench waiting, when Cristina finally emerged from the hospital wrapped up in a thick winter coat. He had changed quickly, desperate to get home and continue what they started in the elevator. He could still taste his wife on his lips, which did little to hold down the intense longing both to just see and hold her and to make love to her.
The first flakes of winter snow had begun to fall, coating Seattle in its icy embrace. Owen held his open palm out and watched the frozen drops connect with his skin and dissolve into little pools of glistening water. It reminded him of how Cristina's warmth had dissolved his nightmares, how her love in the now had covered the pain in his before and how they were on the verge of taking their first footsteps into the huge life that lay unspoilt in front of them.
Catching sight of her husband, Cristina hurried over and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. Owen tilted his head back contentedly and nipped affectionately at her chin.
"You ready to go home?" she asked and then kissed his forehead. Cristina loved the fact that at the end of whatever the work day had bought, good or bad, they got to go home together. The firehouse was the one place she could show all sides of herself without fear of judgment or question. Owen just got her- he understood her competitive hunger for surgery, he calmed her fears of not being excellent and encouraged her to reach for her deepest dreams even before she had dreamt them. She had always been fascinated by hearts and she was lucky that hers had chosen to beat only for him.
"Alright." Owen smiled as he rose from the bench, took her frozen hand in his and put them both in his pocket. They walked to the truck in silence both thinking about how much they loved married happy them.
The short drive home was filled with easy chat about their days and flirtatious musing about their elevator encounter. Pulling up the handbrake Owen jumped out and made his way round to help his precious passengers climb down.
"Not long till we will be opening the back door to bring our baby home for the first time." Owen smiled into the side of Cristina's head as she tucked into the familiar space under his arm and they began walking.
Placing a protective hand on her stomach, it had become such a natural gesture she really thought nothing of it anymore, Cristina squeezed herself a little tighter against her husband, "I know! A little piece of you and me."
Stepping into the warmth of the firehouse, Owen hung up their coats and strode purposefully towards the kitchen.
"You go take a bath while I fix us some dinner." He was already pulling plates and pans out of the cupboards.
"I won't be long." she called out over her shoulder as she dropped a trail of clothes in her wake from the kitchen to the bathroom.
"Take your time." Owen countered as he picked up the clothes she had shed haphazardly and tossed them into the washing machine. His wife's messiness drove him crazy, his military side liked order, but he loved her so much he could forgive her anything. He imagined a miniature version of his beautiful Cristina dropping toys and crayons all over his beloved firehouse or a miniature version of himself playfully telling his mummy off for being messy. Either would be perfect!
Cristina wallowed in their oversized bath until the water cooled from scalding hot to lukewarm. She pulled the plug out, letting the water drain away, taking with it the stresses of the surgical day, before she hauled her heavy body out on to the tiled floor. Drying herself off with a fluffy grey bath sheet, she unhooked Owen's navy blue dressing gown from the back of the door and wrapped it around her. She breathed in his intoxicating scent which clung to the material and rubbed her face against it. She loved wearing his clothes; it made her feel close to him even when he was there next to her. She really couldn't bear any distance between them, physically or emotionally. That week she had been at Meredith's had felt akin to the worst trauma injury she could imagine. It had been like she had been gasping for air, the ache in her body for his warmth so actue she imagined that it might be what death felt like. Finding her way home to him had kick started her system, like the charge of the defibrilator shocking her system back in step with his. Shaking off the memories, she pulled a brush through her hair and swapped the scent of her husband for the sweet smell of bacon.
Hearing the gurgle of the water running down the plughole, Owen straightened the duvet and sat down, cross legged on the bed.
Pulling open the bathroom door Cristina walked into the bedroom, scrapping her wet hair up into a messy pile on top of her head and securing it loosely in an elastic band.
The first thing she noticed was her husband, sitting on their bed in a pair of army green boxers, no shirt. Then her eyes reluctantly panned down to what was on the duvet in front of him. She felt tears prickling the backs of her eyes as she took in the bacon sandwiches, the large bowl of strawberries and the wine glasses filled with her latest craving of apple juice sitting on a tray in front of him. Her husband made her fall in love with him all over again every time he offered her these sweet gestures. It amazed her how he could want to do all this for her after a long day in the pit. She felt guilty- she made him eat cereal out of the box and her idea of preparing a meal for him was ordering in. She made a mental note to really cook for him when she was on maternity leave, how hard could it be when you had all day!
"You didn't have to go to all this trouble." Cristina gestured at the food and smiled apologetically as he offered a hand to help his wife and child onto the bed to sit opposite him.
"Nothing is too much trouble for you two." Owen smiled, offering her the plate with the hot bacon sandwich on.
Curling her legs underneath her and getting comfortable, she took the plate gratefully, "thanks we're starving!" Taking in a huge bite of the soft bread and steaming hot bacon she relaxed into the process of savouring the delicious food prepared by her equally delicious husband.
They ate in companionable silence, exchanging smiles and loving looks across the bed. When the sandwiches and drinks had been finished, Owen stretched over the side of the bed to place the tray onto the floor, leaving just the strawberries between them.
"You ready for desert." Owen questioned teasingly, his blue eyes dancing with a mischievous look.
Sensing that there was only one answer that her body would allow, Cristina coyly replied with a throaty "maybe!"
Their hands brushed against each other numerous times as they reached into the bowl to devour the juicy red fruit. As they took their time over each bite they were both thinking dirty thoughts about which parts of each others body they wanted to wrap their mouths around.
Holding the last strawberry in his teeth Owen crawled forward and teased her lips with its ripe end. Slowly Cristina moved her lips over the exposed piece of fruit, brushing his beard as she bit down and the juices began to trickle over her tongue. Now their mouths were inches apart with the barrier totally dissolved. Owen inched forwards slowly and grazed her lips so softly it gave her goose bumps. It felt like snowflakes lightly making contact with the city- first came the shock of the ice cold impact but then as the flakes moulded with the forms of its target it merged in a happy union of beauty.
"Owen" Cristina whispered, closing her eyes to fully embrace the sensation.
"No talking, no touching, just kiss me." Owen had moved his grazing lips down her neck and back up again as he told her what he wanted. She had had quick and dirty and she loved quick and dirty but this, this was making things pretty, this was Owen doing his very best work, meticulous in the details of loving her.
Dragging his lips across her cheek, his beard causing a pleasurable friction between them which only acted to heighten the desires dancing over her skin. He began to kiss her beautiful full mouth slowly, all the while wondering how he fought the everyday urges of wanting to kiss her every time he saw her. When they were in the OR together and she spoke to him from behind her surgical mask it was like an aphrodisiac- he could picture her full lips moving into various shapes, as her tongue rolled over the various words to let out her beautiful voice. He often imagined tearing off the mask and silencing her with his kiss so they could speak to each other in the physical language only they shared.
The kiss became deeper but remained slow and sensual. Cristina wanted to feel him, to hold his body in her arms and reached out her hands to run them down his back. Owen caught her wrists and pressed her hands into the mattress. "waaaaaiiit...just wait." He literally forced the words into her open mouth. Gasping slightly at the alert his breath put her body on; she arched her head away from him, offering the soft skin of her long neck as the next plane for him to conquer. He greedily accepted and branded her neck with a searing bite which sent tremors to her very core.
"I have tasted now I want to touch." Owen informed her matter of factly as he reached out onto the bed side table and found his wife's tube of body lotion. Untying the cord of his dressing gown, it really turned him on when she wore his clothes, he crawled up her body leaving a mixture of kisses and bites on her tingling skin. As he advanced Cristina sunk back into the pillows, her naked body waiting impatiently for his hands to claim her once again.
Slowly squeezing the cocoa butter cream into his hands, he seductively rubbed them together and placed them onto the taut skin encasing their child. As he rubbed the lotion in the baby squirmed and kicked, letting their daddy know that they approved. Owen smiled and once Cristina's stomach was shining and slippery he reloaded his hands with lotion and set about catching up the rest of her body.
He massaged the lotion deeply into her feet and lower legs. Cristina wriggled under his touch, enjoying both the tension release it was giving her muscles and the waves of anticipation it stirred between her legs as those large hands and long fingers made a calculated move further up.
Owen ran his oily hands up and down the inside of her thighs in long sweeping motions. At the point where her legs met her core he stopped, teasing her by deliberately massaging back down towards her knee.
"Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good." Cristina moaned as she spread her legs further apart willing him to move his hands back upwards.
"I have only just started." Owen's voice and fingers waltzed back up towards her centre and she felt the coldness of the lotion dangerously close to her clit. She felt herself begin to throb and harden as Owen blew warm air lightly onto it.
"Owen, I love you." Those 3 words were filled with total conviction- she could never desire or need anyone the way she needed him.
His began to blow harder and longer. Cristina's body responded by shivering slightly and she felt herslef begin to dampen.
She waited for him to claim her heat with his mouth. But he didn't! He switched the play!
Decisively pulling her up into a sitting position he began to massage the lotion into her hands, her arms and shoulders. His touch was electric, every nerve in her body was screaming for him to take her right there right now. Owen knew Cristina wanted him inside her; by the way she was biting her lip and tapping her foot in frustration against the mattress. He loved to tease her, to prolong the anticipation, to keep her teetering on the edge for as long as possible. The thoughts of entering her made his groin harden and the corners of Cristina's mouth curled into a knowing smile, as she noted his face react to the growing feelings of arousal her body was stirring up in his. She knew this hurt him as much as it hurt her.
Once again adding more lotion to his hands he ran his fingers along her collar bone and down over the curve of her fuller breasts. He massaged them lightly at first, knowing that her pregnancy had made them even more sensitive than normal, and then took his index finger and traced circles directly on the tips of her nipples. The lubrication of the lotion heightened the absolute ecstasy that flooded her entire body. She arched her back, pushing her breasts harder against his fingers.
"Please don't stop...just keep doing exactly what you are doing!" Cristina begged, running her fingers through his messy red hair and gripping on.
Owen kneaded, caressed and sucked on her nipples until he was about to explode. He could feel his wife's hot wet pussy against his leg and yearned for his cock to be covered in them. Desperately reaching his arms around his wife's waist, "I need you baby. I want you now!"
Pulling her onto his lap he buried his face in her chest as she slid down onto his erect cock. She had never felt him so hard inside her and she had never been so wet. She rocked her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm as she clung onto his shoulders.
Owen anchored her to him with one arm round her waist and the other hand digging into her hip. He lifted his hips and thrust up into her hard and fast. He wanted to fill every part of her.
"Cristina, give it to me!" Owen moaned into her chest. He moved one hand up into her hair and pulled her head down so he could crash his lips to hers. They hungrily tore and each others lips with their teeth and let their tongues invade every inch of their mouths.
Rocking together as a fused being, sweating with need, lust and love they climbed together to the summit.
"OWEN! OWEN!"
"CRISTINA!...CRIS..."
They screamed each others names as Cristina's walls came down clasping his cock in a vice like grip. She shuddered in his arms as he growled and panted into her neck. They broke away and locked eyes, breathing deeply and open mouthed just surrendering to the most intense orgasm they had ever taken from each other. They did not need to say the three words they knew each other felt- their bodies had said it all.
Sliding apart they climbed under the covers and Cristina settled on her side resting her ear directly over the comforting sound of Owen's heartbeat. Like a lullaby she felt herself being lulled to sleep as her eyelids began to droop to a close. She was awake just long enough to hear her gorgeous man tell her he loved her, as he moved even closer to her body and dropped his other hand onto her stomach. He was awake long enough to feel her tiny hand interlock with his on top of their child and to tell him she loved him more.