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So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms

We don't need to rush this

Let's just take it slow

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch of the fire burning so bright

No I don't want to mess this thing up

I don't want to push too far

~Lady Antebellum~ Just A Kiss

' Ding dong.' The sound of the doorbell echoed through the empty house as Cristina stepped out of the shower. She hastily wrapped a towel around her body then went downstairs to answer the door.

" I thought I left it unlocked," she said as Owen entered, now wearing jeans and a t-shirt and carrying a bag overflowing with cartons of Chinese food.

" I, um…picked up dinner on my way. Is Chinese ok?" he asked awkwardly, trying his best to avoid starring at Cristina's nearly naked body.

" It depends. Did you go to Mr. Chow's and get the #7?"

" With extra egg rolls and dumplings," replied Owen as he sat the bag on the coffee table.

" Let me go change and then we can eat. There's wine in the fridge."

" I think we learned our lesson with wine last night," he pointed out as he handed Cristina back her underwear she had slipped in his lab coat earlier. She ran upstairs, hastily brushing her wet hair into a ponytail before pulling on a t-shirt and yoga pants. By the time she got back downstairs, Owen had set out all of the cartons of food along with two bottles of beer.

" Is there any type of non-alcoholic beverage besides the expired milk in the fridge?"

" I live with Karev. What do you expect?" she challenged as she grabbed a carton of sweet and sour chicken as well as a pair of chopsticks. Cristina sat down on the couch and turned to face Owen who had opened the carton of dumplings. For a few moments, they ate in silence, pausing occasionally to glance at each other.

" So…what happened with Emma?" Cristina asked cautiously as she took a swig of beer.

" It turns out we didn't have as much in common as we thought," Owen replied nonchalantly.

" Oh come on. You guys were talking about moving in together…and then I showed up with a bottle of wine."

" We were talking about moving in together. Emma came to visit me yesterday and started talking about bedrooms. Bedrooms that she wanted to fill with kids. Our kids. You have no idea how happy the idea made me."

" So?"

" She told me that she intended to quit her job so she could stay home and take care of the kids until they were in school. I want children. Don't get me wrong. I just don't feel like either parent should have to fully sacrifice their career in order to raise their kids. Hell, look at Meredith and Derek. Callie and Arizona. Bailey. They have kids and their careers."

" Tuck's father divorced Bailey after she refused to give up her career. Callie and Arizona split up and are barely hanging on some days."

" So those aren't the best examples. But it's possible," Owen stated as Cristina grabbed an egg roll and took a bite. She chewed in silence as she analyzed Owen's words.

I know the reason you ended things is because you don't want children. You're at a high point in your career and can't possibly fathom making such an incredible sacrifice…"

" I would be a horrible mother," Cristina pointed out, interrupting Owen.

" For what it's worth I think you would make an amazing mother," he said as he helped Cristina clear the empty cartons from the table. They walked in silence back to the kitchen where Owen threw away the trash and placed the leftovers in the fridge. He turned to head back to the living room, but was stopped as she stepped in front of him.

" I don't know what I want. I mean, I do…but I'm not sure if it's the right thing, the fair thing," Cristina rushed as Owen inched closer, the electricity between the two unquestionable.

" We don't have to figure everything out in one night," he replied as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

" One day at a time?" she asked, resting her forehead against his.

" One day at a time," repeated Owen as he brushed his lips to hers. In that instant, just as they had the night before, the two became consumed by their undeniable chemistry. Before Cristina knew what was happening, Owen had swept her up in his arms and placed her gently on the couch. Their limbs became entwined with one another's as they feverishly kissed.

" We should stop," Owen said abruptly as Cristina began to remove his t-shirt.

" What?"

" Don't get me wrong. There is nothing more I'd rather do than make love to you right now. Last night was amazing even under the circumstances, but…"

" But what?" asked Cristina as she sat up.

" If we're going to do this one day at a time, I don't want to mess things up. I want to do things right." A sigh escaped her mouth as she nestled her head against Owen's chest.

" Damn morals," she muttered as he covered them with a blanket and turned on a movie.

Cristina stifled a yawn as the sound of her phone's alarm woke her. Beside her, Owen stirred, his arms still wrapped protectively around Cristina's body. She carefully picked up her phone from the coffee table and hit the snooze button, snuggling her head back into the crease of Owen's shoulder. Cristina closed her eyes, taking the time to herself to think. She inhaled the scent of his cologne and smiled. Despite the somewhat odd circumstances that had led to their reunion, Cristina couldn't be happier. Being with Owen felt like being home.

The sudden sound of keys jingling in the front door caused Cristina to sit straight up, her heart pounding.

" Shit. Owen…wake up," she said in a panic, shaking Owen's shoulders.

" What's going on?" asked Owen in a sleepy haze.

" Alex is home," responded Cristina as the door slammed shut and Alex appeared in the living room.

" So let me get this straight. I slept over at Jo's place last night to avoid getting caught just so you two could screw each other on my couch?" Alex spat angrily.

" This isn't what it looks like," Owen tried to explain as he sat up beside Cristina, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

" Oh it isn't? Don't you have a girlfriend?" he challenged Owen.

" That's not the point," Owen argued.

" Look, Karev. Maybe you should try keeping it in your pants while you're at work. Isn't that how you got syphilis?" Cristina asked boldly. Alex starred blankly at Cristina before turning around and stomping up the stairs.

" Do I want to know?" Owen asked as he pulled on his boots.

" Probably not. Look, I'll take care of Karev," Cristina said reassuringly as Owen stood and headed for the front door.

" I need to shower and change before I head into work."

" You could shower here," she suggested as she cast a seductive look his way.

" I don't think that's such a good idea," Owen replied as he gently kissed Cristina.

" If I didn't have surgery in an hour, I'd argue with you," responded Cristina as she glanced up the stairs before leaning in to return Owen's kiss.

" See you at work."