A/N: Hey guys! Took me a few hours, but I managed to finish it! So, without more to delay, I give you chapter 4 and some sweet loving. ;)

Chapter 4: Pain and pleasure

Owen and Cristina walked up the front steps of their apartment. The firehouse.

This placed held memories of both bitter and sweet. It was their shelter from the storm and the walls they hide between. Sweet memories of them moving in together, celebrating special dates and holding each other as they slept. Bitter memories of the yelling and shouting, tense and awkward moments, cereal throwing in the face and kicking your partner out. Before, their bitter memories outweighed the sweet by quite a few, but that was a long time ago and now, the sweet memories way overthrow the bitter.

Owen moved behind Cristina as he helped her take off her coat to hang it on the coat rack he had insisted they gotten. Cristina's habit of throwing clothes on the floor and essentially leaving the apartment in a mess usually results in Owen cleaning up after her. But he didn't mind, in fact he enjoyed doing so because he never knew what he would find. One time, while he tidied up their bedroom, he managed to find Cristina's long lost issue of the Cardio Journal that she had complained about not finding. As he lifted the journal from the ground, a piece of paper fell out from in between the pages. He bent down to pick it up but Cristina saw him from the hallway and rushed to stop him. That was the day he found out that she had hyphenated her name. For him.

He smiled at that small but precious memory as he got rid of his own coat. He walked to the kitchen to prepare their dinner as his wife threw herself in a heap of laziness onto the couch, picking up the latest issue of Cardio Journal that she was always reading.

"You know, maybe you should stop reading those things."

"What are you talking about, Major Hunt. These things are gold. They are interesting and educating, you don't find many other reading material like this anymore."

Owen laughed lightly. Leave it to Cristina Yang to compliment a Cardio journal. Any other person would have found it boring, but then again, any other person probably wouldn't have been a surgeon, or more importantly, a Cardio Goddess.

"I know that, Yang. I'm just saying, you should explore a bit more, maybe try out some of my trauma journals instead."

He joked with her. They often use each other last names when they are in a playful mood.

"Pshh. Please, don't crack me up."

She said dryly, causing Owen to toss his head back in laughter. He knew her distastes for reading anything other than Cardio Journals. He walked back to the fridge and pulled out a package of italian sausages, removing two sausages before putting the package back into the freezer.

"What are you making tonight?"

She asked from her position on the couch. He looked up from the cutting board to see her lying half on the couch and half hanging mid-air. Her back and bottom sat on the couch, legs hanging over the back support, head and shoulders hanging off the couch in mid air. She was still reading her Cardio Journal, but her body was upside down.

"That position is not good for your back or your eyes. you know."

He teased. She lifted her head to look at him, momentarily forgetting about her Cardio Journal.

"Please, you've put me in a lot of positions that isn't good for my back or my eyes and I don't see you complaining."

His face flushed and she grinned at him. She had did that on purpose, clearly. He cleared his throat as he tried to adjust his pants which was growing unbelievable tight.

"I'm cooking here, woman. Don't you want to eat?"

"Which is precisely why I asked what you were cooking. You still haven't answered me."

She laughed, feeling light and care-free. She loved their evenings like this, playful and loving.

"Well, if you would really like to know. I'm cooking italian sausage spaghetti."

"Oh! Oh! The one with the white sauce?"

She immediately perked up from her seat, lifting her back all the way up so she could peak at his cooking. She loved his white sauce, it was by far the best she had ever eaten. He smiled at her, waving jokingly.

"Mhmmm."

"Well, hurry now. I'm starving now that I know what's being served."

He chuckled as he stirred the pasta in the pot.

"Yes, dear. Coming right up."

They sat at the dining table, enjoying the comfortable silence between them. Their left hands were glued together and lying on the table while their right hands fed each other morsels of food from their plates.

"Mmmm. This is delicious."

Cristina moaned teasingly. She knew what her moans did to Owen and was intentionally doing it to work him up. She watch as his posture immediately stiffened as he restrained himself from dragging her to the bedroom before dinner was done.

"What's wrong, honey? Feeling a little strung up?"

She teased him further, wrapping her mouth around the fork he offered her and pulling away slowly with her lips still wrapped tightly around the fork.

"Ungg..."

He let out strangled groan, sitting a little straighter in his seat. She lifted her fork to his mouth, teasing his lips with the aromatic food but pulling away when he tried to take a bite. She giggled as he moved forward to try and capture the food but miss again as she pulled further away.

"Damn woman, gimme it."

He grabbed her hand with his and guided the fork to his mouth, making sure to create exaggerated movements that indicated what was to come later that evening. He could see her pupils dilate in lust as she watch him.

"You know, this sausage is great, but right now, it's not really the sausage that I want to eat."

She hinted him not so subtly. He growled as he stood up immediately, pushing his chair so hard that it scrapped against the floor and tipped over, making a huge amount of noise.

"Dinner's over."

He announced as he stalked over to her side of the table and lifted her so she hanged over his shoulder. He carried her to their bedroom as she slapped his ass teasingly before grabbing it and giving it a squeeze.

"Shit, Cristina."

He deposited her onto the bed, climbing over her immediately and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He suckled her top lip and gave it a gentle bite before soothing it with his tongue. Moving along, he trailed her jaw with kisses, reach the back of her ear and sucking it gently. She squirmed at his administrations, hands gripping at his shoulders.

"Owen..."

He knew what that spot did to her. Every time he sucked on that spot, it never failed to make her even wetter or to make her come on the spot. He continued his assault on her ear, licking, biting, sucking until she couldn't take anymore.

"Please, Owen, please...unnngg..mmm..."

Satisfied with his work, he moved further down, kissing along her neck, leaving bite marks and whisker burn on the way. His hands reached up to cup her breasts as his mouth suckled on her nipples eagerly through the thin, long sleeved camisole she was. The added material only gave her more friction, but she desperately wanted to feel his tongue on her.

"Take it off...please..mmhmmm...Owen..now.."

He nodded against her as he pulled away. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it open, too impatient to even take it off her properly.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful."

He cursed, which only turned her on further. He helped her rid of the remaining scraps of material, taking the time to pull off the sleeves. Each time he revealed a bit of skin, he would worship it with his lips and tongue. As he pulled off the sleeve completely, he leaned back to take her in. Cristina watch as he pulled away, expecting him to come back down instantly. What she didn't expect was the loud gasp that came from his mouth. Owen felt sick as he gazed at his wife's arm, he was going to kill that man.

"Owen, what? What's wrong?"

She asked, seeming oblivious to her injuries. Dark purple bruises the shape of finger prints and palm prints littered her arms on both sides. He reached out to her, gently tracing every bruised on her marred arm.

"He hurt you. I'm going to kill him. He hurt you."

He whispered over and over again. Tears begin to pricked at his eyes even as he tried his best to suppress them. Cristina frowned slightly as she turned to observe her arm, her eyes widening at the sight of the bruises. He leaned forward to kiss each and every one of them, as if he was trying to make them go away with his kiss.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cristina. I didn't get there quick enough. He hurt you. Burke hurt you. He hurt my wife. I promised I would protect you from him. I promised, I'm so so-"

"Stop."

She put a finger to his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Her other hand reached up to stroke his hair and jaw, wiping away the lone tear that had fallen and trying to comfort him.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart. I'm okay. Look at me. I'm okay. There's nothing to be sorry for."

He hand grabbed hers that was covering his mouth, bringing it to his chest, where his heart was.

"I should've been there. I couldn't stopped him but I was late. It's my fault, I'm so-"

She leaned forward quickly, silencing him with her kiss.

"Don't."

Was all she said as she pulled away, returning the favor as she kissed her way down his neck, biting and sucking as she went. She reached his chest and intended to go further but he pulled her up.

"I'll make it up to you."

He said as he quickly made his way down her body, leaning his head against the inside of her thigh. He knew that she doesn't blame him and that he shouldn't blame himself, but he couldn't help but feel that he should make it up to her for not being there quicker. He planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, grinning when she moaned in delight. His hands stroked her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple as he inched his way closer to her pussy.

"Owen, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please..lick me, fuck me. I need you..."

He dove in immediately, his fingers teased her entrance as he licked her clit repeatedly. She mewled out loudly at the sudden pleasure, her back arched into the air as he held her down with his arm. He slowly entered her with one finger, pushing in slowly and pulling out in time with his licks. She reached down to grab his hand, desperately needing to anchor herself onto something. She was disappointed when her hand came in contact with clothing.

"Ungg...clothes...clothes off..now.."

She demanded pulling at his t-shirt and pushing his pants down with her legs. He pulled away to swiftly remove his shirt and pants before diving back in. He licked her slit from bottom to top repeatedly a few times, his tongue eventually finding it's way to her entrance as he probed her gently. His fingers rubbed at her clit in small, uneven circles. His tongue entered her as he curled and licked her over and over on the inside, making her moan in pleasure. Her legs tightened around his neck, locking him in place so tight she was sure he couldn't even breathe anymore. Her hands trailed down his body, wrapping around his dick as she pumped him up and down

"Mmmph, Cristina..."

He moaned between her legs, sending vibrations into her core. He replaced his tongue with is fingers, first one, then two, then three. His tongue continued torturing her clit as he licked it at a rapid pace, his fingers sliding in and out of her, curling every time he pulled out so that it would hit her g-spot.

"Ohhh... Oh God!..Owen...Owen...yes..yes..yes!"

Her pussy contracted around his fingers as he continued to lick her. Her legs tightened against his neck even more as she reached down to grab his hand, her back flying off the bed as her orgasm overtook her senses. He didn't stop to let her rest, he only continued his movements and let her ride out her orgasm. His hips moved on their own accord, rubbing against the bedsheets to find some relieve. As she came down from her high, her eyes opened and she sought out her husband. He moved quickly, settling himself between her legs and attaching his mouth to her breast. He pushed inside slowly, sheathing himself in her a bit by a bit.

"Ohh..Cristina. You're so tight. Fuck. So damn tight."

Her breathing was erratic as she held onto him tight. His large impressive size causing a bit of discomfort every time he enter her, but it was so worth the loving that she got. She felt like she was being split open at the shear size of him.

"Oh shit, fuck, you're so big, Owen."

He leaned his forehead against her neck, breathing in deeply, already on the verge of coming.

"Make love to me."

She breathed into his ear. She wanted it slow tonight, she didn't know why, but she wanted to feel his embrace as he slid in and out of her at a steady pace, she wanted to feel his hand grab hers as he finally let go. There was always two ways to their sexing. Fucking and making love. In sense, both were actually counted as love making but one was fast and hard while the other was slow and gentle. Both were equally great and she didn't mind which, but today she wanted the love making.

He moaned into her neck as he finally pulled out slowly and pushed back in. His body dwarfed hers as he leaned over her, one arms sliding under her back to pull her closer, the other finding it's way into her hair. She moved in tandem with him, pushing and pulling as he slid in and out, hitting her in all the right places. She deliberately clenched herself around him, feeling him shudder in overwhelming pleasure.

"Ohh..Cristina...mmhmm...please...please..."

He didn't know what he was begging for, the words just slipped out. His hand tugged at her hair, making her leaned her head back and exposing her neck to him. He gently nibbled at her neck, sucking it hard and leaving a mark. His hips moved sensually as he lifted himself up to get a better angle. His dick sliding in and out of her at such as smooth and easy pace because she was so wet for him. He could feel every rigid of her walls grip at him as he entered, he needed to let go, wanted to so badly, but she wasn't there yet.

His hands left her hair as it trailed towards her clit, rubbing her at a faster pace than his hip movements and his mouth moved to the back of her ear, sucking and biting at the sensitive spot, trying his best to make her come before him.

"Owen..."

He lifted his head to kiss her passionately, trying to convey his love for her into the kiss. She could tell that he was trying to hold on and knew that he wouldn't let go without her.

"Owen, come for me. Just let go, baby."

Another shudder rippled through his body as he heard her words. He shook his head, needing for her to finish first. Stubborn man, she thought. Her hand sought his out as she intertwined their fingers and gripped on tightly.

"Let go, I'll be there with you. Just let go."

Nothing he did could have stopped him from falling over the cliff. He pushed forward one last time, going as deep as he could and stayed there as his length pulsed inside her. He let out a huge groan as he came, one that nearly sounded like he was in pain as his hand tightened around hers. Like she promised, the feeling of him releasing into her caused her to fall off the edge herself as her hips bucked erratically against his and she shook from the intensity of her orgasm that brought tears to her eyes. His body went weak against hers as she felt his tears slide down her neck. At times like this when their love making was so intense, they weren't able to help the tears that came with it.

"I love you."

He choked out.

"So much."

Her hands threaded through his hair as she soothed him.

"I love you too."

He lifted his head from her shoulder, his blue eyes shinning with happiness and tears. She returned his look as he leaned forward to kiss her one more time. He stayed inside her for a while as they laid there, gazing into each other's eyes. Eventually, Owen turned them onto their sides as he settled in behind her, spooning each other. His hands trailed the bruises that were on her arms as she turned around to face him.

"It's not your fault, I don't blame you and you shouldn't too. There's nothing to be sorry for, okay?"

"Okay."

Was all he said as they smiled at each other.

"I love you, Dr Mrs Cristina Yang-Hunt. Goodnight."

"And I love you too Dr Major Mr Owen Hunt. G'night."

They laid there, holding each other as they slipped into a blissful sleep.

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