TWO

Approaching Cristina's apartment block, Owen pulled his phone as per her instructions and dialled. "Ok, I'm outside and on my way up... Yes I'm alone..."

The door to the apartment was unlocked and Owen walked right in. The place was in darkness except for a dim light at the end of the hall where Cristina's bedroom was. He knew he was supposed to walk straight down the hall and to the bedroom, but he was drained and a bit hungry. He stole a few moments to unwind by shrugging his coat off and heading to the bathroom to pee and wash his face. He then went into the kitchen to dig around in the fridge. Pulling out an apple and a carton of Cranberry juice, Owen poured himself a large glass. There was a box of pizza on the counter top, it was luke warm but Owen didn't mind, he sat on a stool at the counter and tore off a few slices and ate up.

In time he started to feel better. He made a start on his apple, and drank his juice. Getting up he thought he better go and see what Cristina was up to. He shook his head and smirked wondering just what she had in store for him tonight. This week already it had been role play, nurse doctor. Where he was the new male nurse and she was the experienced doctor. Open air activities, which included a rendezvous in the park. A quickie in the stairwell of the hospital, which frightened him to death, but excited her no end. Owen shook his head. Through the life of their relationship, there had been many adventures, too many some might say. She was enthusiastic, he would give her that, and spontaneous, and daring.

Approaching the doorway to her bedroom, Owen heard a moan which interrupted his thoughts for a moment and made him uneasy. As he turned into the threshold of the bedroom he let out a sigh of relief and at the same time choked coughing up a piece of apple he was chewing.

Cristina was lying on her bed in sexy underwear, a frilly garter on her right thigh. Her knees were up and parted and her right hand was busy, she was pleasuring herself, writhing on the bed, her fingers moving beneath her panties. Owen stood at the door open mouthed as Cristina's low moan crawled higher in her throat and became high pitched breaths and then a deep sigh. In time she opened her eyes and spoke in a low voice, "What took you so long?"

"Er... I was preparing myself..." He spluttered.

"Well." Her eyes warmed to his. "I couldn't wait."

"I can see..."

Owen walked to the bedside table and put his glass down, he chucked the apple in the waste bin and kicking off his shoes started to unbutton his shirt, Cristina stopped him.

"I want you to watch, get back to the door."

Owens eyebrows clamped together.

"Go!" She ordered when she could see he wasn't moving. He did as he was told moving slowly and leaned against the door frame, watching as Cristina played with her body again. "Now, where was I...?"

The room smelled of liquorice. Liquorice was the top aphrodisiac scent for women; Cristina had told him this once. She had read it in a woman's magazine. He remembered his eyebrows shot up and his lips curled in a smile when she had said woman's magazine. She had draped a sheer orange square of material over the bedside lamp so the room glowed in a terracotta colour. Owen smirked.

She writhed gently on the bed, moving her hands firmly over her skin, along her arm, over her stomach, down her legs, up the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes slightly to catch Owen's stare as both her hands pressed down onto her front, fingers catching and scooping at her body. Her hands moved back up her body and she pressed her breasts massaging them, looking at Owen, smiling ever so slightly. Fingering her nipples, turning them between two fingers, then tapping them lightly with the pads of her forefinger.

Owen shifted in the doorway, adjusting himself in the front of his pants. His jaw clenched as their eyes locked and Cristina's palms flattened her breasts and massaged them with purpose. Her bottom pressed into the bed as she rotated her hips. Her eyes left Owens and she lost herself in her grinding. She worked one hand back down her body into her thong and pushed her index finger in. She reached her other hand over her head to grasp one of the metal bars in the head board. That middle finger moved inside her, in and out. Her sparse thong left nothing the imagination. Cristina's rocking hips moved faster; her finger moving quicker, her raised hand clasped the metal bar tighter, her breathy sighs became louder, exaggerated. Her chin pushed toward the ceiling and her mouth opened, a guttural sob thrown out of her throat as she came. Her small feet dug themselves into the sheets her toes curling up as her orgasm took over her.

Owen's mouth had fallen open but he didn't move from his post at the door. It took her a while but once Cristina opened her eyes she gave him a slight smile. "Your turn." She said. Owen raised his eyebrows and pushed his head forward. "I want to see you," She said taking her time to lean up on her elbows.

"Come on. Show me." Her eyes signalled to his groin.

Owen shook his head slowly as he popped the top button of his jeans and slid his zipper down. The dancing light in Cristina's eyes and the mischief glowing in her face curved his lips into a saucy smile. Opening the front of his jeans he slid them down past his hips and Cristina could clearly see that he had been aroused, not that she had any doubt that he wouldn't be.

"I want to watch you." She spoke to him in that low voice he couldn't resist and her eyes weren't asking they were telling. To get things moving, Cristina reached over to the bedside table and took a couple of sips from his glass of cranberry juice. After the second sip, she held the glass above her body and poured a level stream of juice over her breasts, over her abdomen, pooling most of it over her panties.

"If you let me watch, I'll let you lick this off."

Owen smirked. "You'll put me into a diabetic coma with all that juice."

She laughed loudly, Owen shook his head at her and stepped out of his jeans. He put one hand behind his head and the other on his hip gyrating them throwing a wink at Cristina.

"Stop." She laughed.

He feigned an accent "You want watch me, to dance? You like me to dance like this?"

Cristina's loud cackle echoed in the room. Owen opened the buttons on his shirt while moving his hips. When he was done he pulled the shirt off and swung it around his head a few times before letting it fly. Cristina was in hysterics. Chuckling himself Owen climbed onto the bed crawling up over her but not touching her, his arms tented either side of her body and he looked down at her. He leant to kiss her briefly on the lips before pulling back. Cristina's laughter eased into a smile.

"You're an idiot... "She said rubbing a hand slowly through his hair. "Am I going to get my show?" She asked. Demanded.

"Would I miss the opportunity to lick sweet sticky stuff off your body?" He replied.

He dipped back down to give her lips a solid kiss before rising up. As he moved away from her one hand stayed connected to her body trailing ever so slightly down her neck, between her breasts, down over her stomach hovering over her underwear a few moments, he pressed his palm onto her mound with conviction, feeling her, touching her, tickling her. She moved under him a little, but watched his body, broad, and muscled in front of her, naked except for his black briefs, a beautiful man with strong legs and a toned body. She would never tire of admiring him. She admired so much about him that it was hard to convince herself that her favourite part about Owen Hunt was his hands. They were his talent, his future, his career, but they also embraced her, protected her, loved her and caressed her, touched her, inside and out. She loved his hands.

Owen played with her a little but then moved his hands to himself and gave Cristina the show she had been asking for. Slow and gentle and intense. Their eyes connected until he couldn't look at her anymore lost in his own orgasmic moment.

Cristina leaned up to him when he was still. She stroked his face and moved up to kiss him "Thank you."

"You're a witch, you know that. "

"Yes. But you know you're not done yet, right?"

"You're going to kill me."

"Yes, but think how happy you will be when you die."

"One day I am going to make you pay for making me your personal exhibit."

Cristina pulled Owen to the bed kissing him. Owen let himself be kissed for a while, mainly to let his body recharge, but the smile on Cristina's lips as she dominated their session made him momentarily irritated. He swung her underneath him without warning and pulled her body down toward the edge of the bed. In fluid movements he drew off her thong, hooked her legs over his shoulders pulling her towards him so her inner thighs were by his ears and without looking at his target started to lick and suck at her taking in as much of her as he could.

Christina gasped and writhed into him without hesitation, making him determined to gain the upper hand over her. Owen breathed her in and scooped at her with his tongue. The scent of cranberry and Cristina filled his nostrils. She made breathy sounds as Owen gripped her thighs and devoured her with his tongue and his mouth, smelling, licking, poking, and rubbing his nose and his face into her. He just loved being in her like this and the way she responded she loved it too.

Her hands grabbed and pushed against his hair, his head, his shoulders, she needed him to stop now. She couldn't take it anymore. "Okay" She panted time and again. "Alright..." Owen reached deeper into her with his tongue. "Owen..." He gripped her thighs tighter so she couldn't wriggle. "Stop..." She was close to coming as his tongue moved quickly in and out of her. Eventually Owen pulled back, his mouth wet with her, Cristina sighed relieved but still close to the edge.

He let go of her legs and knelt onto the edge of the bed, anchoring himself over her pushing into her quickly. Silencing Cristina's gasp with a passionate desperate kiss. Owen moaned, she felt amazing hot wet and throbbing, he dug himself into her. Cristina moaned against his kisses and rocked her hips into his body, clawed at his back, pulled his bottom hard into her, moving her legs wider apart to receive all of him, all of him. She pulled him, Owen thrust into her. She rocked to him. Their connection was amazing. Their sex was amazing.

"Oh god... fuck me." She panted clawing at the hair on the back of his head.

Owen pulled his body back so he could see her face as he pushed himself into her.

His whole body was responding to this moment and to this woman. He had never felt like this with anyone before. Never had sex so intense with anyone. Even on his best days. He had loved Beth, but even in their closest moments he had never felt this type of passion with her. He had never felt the type of need or hunger for anyone and that scared him when he was deep inside Cristina. If he could lose his mind over someone it was likely Cristina and that made him nervous. It made him hold back sometimes, it made him want to try and dominate her, so she might lose herself to him. But Cristina was competitive, and even when deep in lust she wasn't willing to give herself up to anyone.

During one of their rare conversations about Preston Burke, Cristina had made a flip remark that had stayed with Owen and during intense moments in their love making it came to his mind. When she explained her love for Burke she said. "I will never lose myself over a man like that again."

The statement although he understood the reasoning behind it, hit Owen in the gut. Every time he looked at her, touched her, made love to her, spent time with her, he lost a piece of himself, to her. He assumed this was mutual or moving towards mutual. Her statement signalled to him that she was holding back, how much, time would tell. As casual as he appeared sometimes Owens love and need for Cristina was scary, confusing and consuming. He pushed hard, riding her, Cristina held onto him, her nails digging into his thighs. "Cristina," He panted.

"Owen, oh, god."

Sometimes when they made love and he was buried deep inside her like he was now, a 'thing' happened between them. An electric sensation that bound them together beyond the sex and the love and the orgasm. They had discussed it once or twice and named it 'the moment'. He could only liken it to the moment of conception. There were many women who could pin point the exact moment when they had been impregnated. They just knew, they had that feeling, they could pinpoint that 'moment'.

Between Owen and Cristina their moment felt like his soul connecting to her soul or something ridiculous like that as Cristina had said, but, they did become one soul in their moment, and each agreed that had she not been on birth control that was the moment she would become pregnant. Secretly in those moments, Owen wanted her to become pregnant. Overwhelmingly so.

He wanted her to be pregnant with his child, marry her, and be his family. That's what he wanted secretly in the moment. He'd only discussed the feelings of 'the moment' with Cristina, that electric spark that connected them. Not the parts about wanting a baby and marriage and the whole nine yards. Because Cristina being Cristina would laugh her head off and say "Sure Dr hunt, I'll interrupt my breathtaking career to have your kids." During her part in 'the moment'. Cristina felt an over whelming need to express herself. That's what she had told him in their discussions.

As Owen pushed himself into her, as he fucked her, their moment ignited, the warmth of her insides over took him, her soul infiltrated his, and the volcano erupted in both of them. If he could get her pregnant tonight he would. If he could, it would be now. Cristina clasped him tight, her hands and nails digging into the skin of his back. Owen grunted and breathed heavily as he devoured her mouth in desperate kisses. As he pushed into her, Cristina kissed him back panting into his mouth crying out as her release came, the sound of her release pushed Owen over the edge and he released into her. Losing a bit more of himself into her, physically, emotionally, mentally.

He pulled back to look at her and just for moment a peace took over her face and he knew the look, she had had her moment and she would have to let him know something. Her words came low and breathy. "Owen. I... love you... " She needed his body on hers and pulled him down onto her. He hesitated not wanting to crush her but she didn't mind, she wanted to feel his body compress hers, she needed that tension in that moment. They lay like that awhile. Cristina smiling deliciously expressed. Owen slowly relaxing his breathing, eventually rolled off her and hugged her close. Before long her hand was caressing his thigh reaching between them to rub his penis, to caress it, Owen suddenly irritated shrugged her off.

"Sorry."

"We should probably get some sleep."

"Okay." It was a hesitant okay. "You alright?"

"I'm just tired "Owen said rolling away from her onto his other side so that she had to spoon him which Cristina didn't mind as she could tuck her arm through his and hug his waist.

She fell asleep before he did. As they lay together his mind was a jumble of thoughts that he was really too exhausted to make sense of. He needed to resist the urge to analyse until the morning when he was refreshed and could think better. But sleep was unsettled, sporadic. Deep some moments, light in others. Each time he started awake it was the same set of thoughts itching at him. Cristina and her I love you. The way she said it, when she said it, whenever she didn't say it. It was always during sex, why only during sex, he corrected his thoughts but they kept moving. Why only four times since they had been together, and why only in one of her 'moments'? It was a trivial matter wasn't it. He was tired, exhausted. What did it matter, he loved her, Cristina was Cristina, he should just get some more sleep.

He glanced at her, peaceful, pretty, and sleeping. Those three little words hadn't meant much to him for a long time. He didn't need to hear her say them, because he knew that she loved him. He loved her and for a long while that was all that counted. Whenever he told her he loved her, she would hug him or say 'I know' and fidget in shyness, it was cute at first. But over time it was weak.

His eyes cased the lamp lit room noting the strewn clothing, the empty cranberry glass, the liquorice scent still lingering in the air and the ruffled bed clothing. His mind recalled their lovemaking, him over her penetrating, her responding to him, her mouth opening, her tongue aching to find his. Him sucking and licking her body. While everything they did was wonderful and made him smile, made her smile and despite the experience of their moment, Cristina's 'I love you Owen', came in sex and sex alone, and Owen didn't know if he liked that anymore and he didn't know why. Why did he need something different from her now? Because great sex and adventures and liquorice weren't going to cut it in the long run that's why. They were in a relationship but she was avoiding depth. Exquisite sexual adventures were shutting him up and covering up her fears of intimacy. At least it sounded like a reasonable argument. The clock on the wall confirmed he had to be at work in a few hours and so he didn't have the time to rationalise the actions of the woman lying beside him, or to apply logic to his uncertainties.

"Cristina." Whispered Owen. As she stirred he let her know that he was going home to rest and change. She hummed; Owen kissed her head "See you in the morning." Easing out from the covers he gathered his things and quietly made for the bathroom to dress and leave the apartment.