A surgical batallion. A densely populated group of warriors working together to hold off one common enemy- death. The support services- the anesthatistis, the scrub nurses, the physios- working along side the comabat medics- the infrantry, the surgeons. They weild the weapons of the war-the scalpel, they set the course of the battle- the procedure and they win the decorations- the still beating hearts, the deep breathing lungs, the open, seeing eyes. At the head of every batallion is the Major- the battle scared figure head, who has fought foes on many fronts, with honour and valour. The Major has to see the big picture, manage the egos, heal the divisions and nurture a well oiled machine focused on the common goal. He is part of the team but isolated from it, in the thick of it yet kept on the fringes. Being the boss, well you are the commander in chief but sometimes it can feel as though you are standing in the middle of the battlefield totally alone even with the whole batallion around you.
Owen had been the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace Mercy West for 12 weeks. It had been a big adjustment professionally, he missed the chaos and bustle of the ER and being surrounded by colleagues and patients. He missed the pressure of the OR and the immense pleasure it gave you when you won the battle and saved the life. His day was now almost exclusively about budgets, paperwork, scheduling other doctor's surgeries and troubleshooting queries and questions. His friends were now his staff and the dynamics definitely felt very different- the easy banter was replaced by clipped conversations and arguments about his decision making. He was starting to realise it was kind of lonely to be the man in charge. Personally, his life was one big juggling act. He was spending more time at the hospital, leaving Cristina to manage her own full time job in her final year of residency and the raising of a 7 month old. Owen always seemed to be in a rush to drop Daniel in daycare or at his mother's house or picking him up to take him home while Cristina finished her shift and then after a quick dinner, chat and a kiss Owen would return to his office. The time they did spend together they were both exhaused and days off at the same time were becoming few and far between.
Tonight it was already past 10pm, the hospital felt quieter due to the skelteon night shift staff already hard at work, while the on call surgeons grabbed much needed bursts of sleep in the empty side rooms. All day, Owen had only left the office for brief periods to get lunch and use the bathroom. He was going stir crazy. The type face on the paperwork in front of him began to blur and he rubbed his face in his hands. He wanted to see his wife, to go home to her and kiss their son good night. Sighing heavily, he grudgingly turned his attention back to the budget in front of him, lamenting the fact that a more exciting and desirable figure was not staring back at him.
Meanwhile at the firehouse….
Cristina was restless, Daniel was sleeping deeply in his cot and she was lounging on the couch flicking through a medical journal. But not even the glossy pages detailing the most cutting edge cardio procedures and developments could fill the space that her husband should be occupying. She missed Owen, it felt like the time they had been apart when neither of them had wanted to be in the early days of their relationship. The balancing act she could cope with it was the lack of time, as either a couple or as a family, she was finding hard to negotiate. They worked in the same hospital but yet throught the day found it almost impossible to find each other, Owen tethered by his new title and Cristina by the title to be bestowed on her once she completed her residency. She desperately wanted to be held by him, to fall asleep in his arms not already be asleep when he finally crawled into their bed after yet another long day at work. She wanted to enjoy those short, uninterupted private moments, immediately after they opened their eyes in the morning, of just taking in the sight of each other and bathing in their absoulte love for one another. She also wanted to make love to him, to have the passionate sex that fed them. She missed him and how his body made her own feel. She was frustrated, close to powder kick and no other man but Owen could turn that frustration into complete and utter satisfaction.
Just thinking about him caused a heat to rise in her body that gave her the impetus, even though it was late into the evening now, to pick up her mobile and text her mother-in-law:
Been called into an emergent situation at the hospital. Could you come and sit with Daniel? Thank you, Cx
When her screen flashed back with an affirmative reply Cristina quickly got off the couch, rifled through the dresser to find the 3 items she was looking for and hot footed it to the bathroom to get ready.
Wrapping her winter coat around her and slinging her bag over her shoulder, she waited impatiently for Susan to arrive, gave her instructions if Daniel should wake, promised she would not be long, ran down the stairs to the underground car park, turned over the car engine and drove as quickly as was legal to the doors of her other house, to find the man who made any place he was her home.
An hour later…
KNOCK…KNOCK….. The rapping at the door made him snap his head up.
"Come in" Owen shouted, not bothering to look up to see who was entering the room, instead busying himself tidying the parers and stationery on his desk.
"Chief Hunt, I was wondering if you could help me with something?" The flirty voice lilted across the sterile air of the office, filling it with a buzz of passion and longing.
Owen knew that voice and he knew that playful tone. His heart started to beat a little faster as he looked up to see the vision of his beautiful wife, her raven curls tumbling over the collar of her white lab coat, her thick black wool coat that had been covering it lay discarded in a heap at her feet, and her eyes shining with mischief. Owen swallowed hard and anticipated that this was going to be a meeting of personal content as opposed to professional.
"I am having a problem with my boss Sir." Cristina fiddled with the buttons of her lab coat, which was done up. Owen bit his lip, wondering what delights may be revealed from underneath. "He is hot and married but I really want him. Does that make me a bad resident?" As she spoke Cristina stepped towards Owen, a seductive smile on her face. She began to unbutton the lab coat slowly, revealing first her bare shoulders, then her breasts and tiny waist encased in a black satain corset and as the wrapping slid to the floor a pair of tight fitting satain panties. Owen immediately felt the familiar twitch in his groin. Oh God, he thought, she knows just how to get to me. Every single time. .
Cristina stood in front of him, close enough for her Chanel perfume to invade his nostrils and encourage his hard on even more. Just as she was sure he was going to lean in for a kiss, a noise at the door had Owen jumping away from her and sitting down in his chair behind the large mahongany desk. Cristina scrambled to grab both her lab coat and overcoat off the floor and hid behind the door.
"Yes?" Owen called out, double checking his wife would be concealed from the view of whoever was on the other side of the door when it opened.
Meredith Grey entered the room and looked suspiciously at the slight blush that was colouring Owen's cheeks.
"Can I help you Dr Grey", Owen cleared his throat nervously, shifting in the chair. Cristina was fighting back her laughter at seeing her husband so shy about the fact that he was nearly caught out when he was about to get seduced by his very hot wife.
"I was just wondering if you could come and…" Meredith looked puzzled at the weird expression on her best friend's spouses' face. He looked very guilty. Meredith ran her eye quickly around the room, looking for a reason why he was acting so strangely. Then she saw it! Behind the door in the reflection of the window she spied Cristina's black curls and the shaking of her body as she was silently laughing at being busted. Meredith knew why she was there- sex in the Chief's office had been one of her highlights of Derek's tenure, she should go and leave them to it! Althought watching Owen act all coy had been worth the interuption.
"You know what, never mind I will go ask one of the trauma fellows." Meredith grinned as she headed off towards the door. She winked at him as she turned back to offer a final parting, "Have a good night Chief!"
The door clicked shut. Cristina pulled herself together and locked it, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed. She turned to Owen with a predatory grin on her face.
"Come on then Chief; are you going to show me who's boss?" She stood waiting, back pressed against the door frame.
Emboldened by the security of the locked door, Owen stepped from behind the desk. His erection was clearly visible in his well cut suit trousers, as he crossed the floor space towards her. Cutting directly to the heart of the matter, Cristina placed a hand directly on Owen's cock and moaned as she felt how hard it was.
Totally turned on and desperate for her husband's touch, Cristina pulled him towards her, placed her lips on his, and kissed him hard, whilst continuing to lightly stroke his hardening length through his trousers.
Owen returned his wife's kiss, pressing her firmly against the door with the weight of his whole body, sliding his tongue into her mouth sensuously. He explored her warm mouth with his tongue, and suddenly she captured it between her lips, and started to suck it gently, simulating a blow job.
Owen's erection, despite his belief that it couldn't possibly, grew harder. He wanted to have his wife's beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, not his tongue.
"Are you sure you can take it Dr Yang, I am a harsh task master!" Owen growled into her ear, as he dragged his lips and stubble across her cheek and up and down her neck. These actions were met by Cristina's throaty groans as she ran her palms over his muscular back and shoulders, moulding her hands to his manliness, heightening her base urges for him in that moment.
"Give me what you've got!" Cristina teased as he grabbed her pert ass and pulled her into him further, and ground his groin against hers. Cristina moaned as Owen's hip movements caressed her sensitive nub through the satain panties.
He led her over to the desk and she followed. Their hands creating a static friction as the sexual enegery fizzed through their bodies.
Feeling Owen's hand pushing her downward gently by her shoulders, Cristina dropped to her knees in front of him and began to slowly undo his trousers. She purposely dragged her nails along the length of his cock through his boxer shorts as she pushed the trousers down around his ankles. The boxer shorts were bulging, tight across his rigid shaft.
His trousers now around his ankles and his underwear quickly following, Owen couldn't wait any longer. Resting himself against the desk, he grabbed 2 fistfuls of Cristina's hair and pulled her head towards his erect cock. They had had rough play like this before so she wasn't surprised, and she loved that he wanted her so desperately. She took his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue across the shiny head in search of his elixir, of which she found plenty.
But Cristina wasn't about to give in that easily. She was going to tease him as much as humanly possible before she gave in and let him enter her already soaking pussy. He hadn't even touched her yet, and her hungry little nether mouth was already gaping and the bud of delicate flesh protruding above it was making its presence known, throbbing and pulsing, straining against the fabric still covering her body.
Cristina sucked and slide her lips down over Owen's erection, flicking her tongue around the sides, over the top, and giving special attention to the tip of the shiny head, because she knew he liked that. His moans grew louder, and Cristina had to mentally remind herself where they were, and that they needed to be quieter. ShePulling her mouth down the shaft of his length, teasing her breath across the tip as she said softly,
"You're getting a little vocal Chief, we had better find another use for your mouth."
She moved around the side of her husband and hoped up onto the desk. With him standing between her legs she stretched them out and braced each one either side of him on the arms of his black leather desk chair. The cool, soft material on the soles of her feet juxtaposed the fierce heat emenating from between her legs. Her chosen position gave Owen a perfect view of her damp panties and the outline of what lay beneath. A coy smile and raised eyebrows had Owen on his knees in seconds, pulling her panties to one side and burying his face into her wetness. Now it was his wife's turn to moan and thrust her groin into his face.
His expert tongue explored every millimetre of her skin, leaving it tingling and rejoicing in his wake. He played with her outer labia, gently nibbling and sucking. Then he dipped his tongue into her wet hole, tasting her arousal. The sweet taste of Cristina's pussy drove Owen wild, and he moaned against her skin, causing discreet vibrations. A reciprocal grunting noise indicated that she wanted him to carry on, to bring her off, and give her what she really wanted, his long hard cock inside her.
Owen added two fingers to his sweet torture of his wife's sex, sliding them inside her, feeling her walls begin to clench around them. Cristina liked it rough but he knew the gentle approach usually drove her so wild that they would later have carnal sex, hard and desperate. And that's exactly what he wanted. He wanted to take her on the desk and give her the deepest, hardest sex she had ever had. Owen curved his fingers slightly, seeking out the most sensitive part of Cristina's G-spot, and started to caress it as his fingers slid in and out of her increasingly wet entry.
"Oh, Chief Hunt…" Cristina breathed as she writhed against his hand, her moans getting louder as her orgasm approached. She felt the orgasmic warmth spread through her body, and as her vaginal walls began to spasm around Owen's fingers, she ordered him, "Put your cock in me now while I'm still coming! I want you to feel it."
Owen didn't need telling twice. He removed his hand from Cristina's soaking wetness with ease, and in one fluid motion, climbed onto the desk, laid her on her back and entered her. They both moaned at the sensation, he of her wet and inviting warmth, she of being filled to her core with his love. He grabbed one of Cristina's legs and pulled it up towards her chest. This tightened her and increased sensation for them both. He used it as leverage as he thrust in and out of her sublimely wet, hot pussy.
He started slow, relishing the feeling of having his wife in his arms, and her sex enveloping his length, once more. As he moved in and out of her, he heard her moaning dirty words, which turned him on all the more.
"Tell the Chief what you want!" Owen groaned as he fell into a hard and fast rhythm which Cristina's pulsing walls accented.
"Fuck me harder!" she shrieked in a tone of pure wantoness. She needed this man so badly that when she was not with him she felt a physical ache in her heart and a longing in her body that threatened to suffocate her. She clung onto his back tighter, needing to hold him closer, to communicate to him how much she loved him and how much a part of her he was.
He grabbed the edge of the desk and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, filling Cristina right up, giving her every single piece of him, his purple headed cock disappearing right inside her wet tunnel. His thighs slapped against hers, and the sound of their lovemaking filled the office. By this point neither of them cared, they were both past the point of no return.
Owen felt his energy change, he was getting close. He could not hold back giving his love to this woman "Baby I'm gonna come, are you going to come with me?"
"Yes… yes…..give it to me…" Cristina's words were strangled by lust, almost silenced by animalistic need to reach the summit and reap the spoils of the battle.
Owen thrust as deeply as he could, slamming his dick hard into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Then they tightened, and his cock began to throb as he jetted himself into Cristina's red hot sex. The feeling of Owen pulsating inside her set off her own orgasm. The waves of pleasure undulated throughout her body, she rippled her back against the desk and felt Owen tighten his grip around her waist. She shuddered into his chest, still clothed in the dark green shirt she had picked out for him earlier that morning. Owen collapsed against Cristina, just as the phone rang. He reached back across the desk and picked it up.
"Yes?" He barked, struggling to catch his breath and to concerntrate as Cristina traced his face with her fingers, commiting her man to her muscle memory knowing he would not be all hers for much longer.
"Can you come and do a consult in the ER. It's urgent" The lead nurse, slightly taken aback by the feirce tone of the gentle Dr Hunt, asked apologetically.
"I will be right there." Blowing out a long breathe which returned his heart rate to just above its normal tempo, Owen replaced the receiver and turned to Cristina. They kissed intimately, the heat of the moment overcoming all of their previous or rational feelings. "I have to go, baby. I'm sorry."
"I've missed you." Cristina, looked into his sad blue eyes and felt a stab of resentment at his new position. She tangled a hand into the thick red hair at the back of Owen's neck and pulled him on top of her into a tight hug, the weight of his body restoring her feelings of connected safety.
"I miss you too." Owen sighed as he dropped a kiss on her forehead, pushed himself off the desk and back onto his feet and began to dress his lower body. "Wait here for me, I will do this consult and then we will go home together, ok?"
"Whatever you say Chief, you are the boss!" Cristina smiled a half smile at the retreating figure of her husband as he disappeared out of the door and down the corridor.
Lying back on the desk and running her hands over the bones in the front of the corset she mused that being married to the main man most definitely had its up sides!
Author's note: please keep reviewing and telling me what you think- the good, the bad and the ugly. Have got all your suggestions in mind for the next chapters, am going to employ some time jumps to cover some of baby Daniel's milestones. Only 43 days to go till SP- we can make it! Lots of