A/N: Hey guys, sorry I took so long. Real life and all. I've been feeling pretty upset about somethings lately, so I wash't really in the mood to write. I did however managed to get this finished. It's just a fluffy piece, not much story line. There'll be more of that in the next chapter. Don't worry, I haven't given up yet. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Explanation

Cristina woke up smiling, feeling sore in all the right places as she stretched her tight muscles. She checked the time, it was 8 am in the morning. She was surprised that they had gotten to sleep in this late without either of their pagers going off. Since they had worked the night shift yesterday, they didn't have to be in until later in the afternoon, but they were usually there a lot earlier because of certain emergencies. She let out a content sign and rolled over to reveal a still sleeping Owen. She stared at him while he slept, lightly tracing his arm with her fingers, drawing unreadable patterns. He looked so peaceful, unharmed by his hoarding troubles. Even though his PTSD has significantly improved since his sessions with Dr Wyatt, there will still small things that didn't go unnoticed by Cristina. There was never really any more physical effects of his PTSD, most of them nowadays where shown through his emotions.

She thought back to last night while they were making love. When she had saw her own bruises, she had prepared for the possible need to hold Owen back and call for back up when he goes swinging at Burke. Instead she had embraced him and soothe him while he cried and begged for forgiveness even if there was nothing to forgive for. She knew immediately that there was something off about him. She glanced at the clock again, staring intently at the date trying to reveal some answers. There was something about today that she couldn't quite put her finger on but before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, she was distracted by Owen pulling her close and kissing her. She let out a surprised squeak but returned his kiss. It was short and sweet but still held their passionate love for each other. He pulled away and burrowed his head into the gap between her breasts.

"Mhhmm, good morning."

He breathed into her as she threaded her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. She half-heartedly grumbled her greeting back at him, making him chuckle lightly as he placed pecks along her neck.

"Well, someones in a good mood this morning."

He teased, moving further down to place kissed on her collarbone. She could feel herself getting wet for him.

"Psh, whatever Dr Goodtimes. It's my morning attitude. Don't like it? Don't hit it."

He let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. His hand searched for hers as he enclosed it in his large hands. They were so tiny and delicate, another thing he loved about her. He enjoyed watching those hands work in the OR, seeing it save a life.

"Oh I love it and I'll definitely hit it. What time is it anyway?"

"Sometime around 8. What time do you have to be in?"

"Round 11, you?"

"Same."

"Good, that means I have time to do this."

He rubbed the head of his erection against her entrance, sliding himself between her folds.

"Oh, God! Owen!"

She moaned and threw her head back. She opened her eyes to look at him and watched as he grinned back evilly at her.

"And you said I was the devil."

She scrunched her nose at him.

"You talk to much."

He joked and pushed inside of her suddenly, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure as her fingernails attached themselves into his back. He grunted and fell forward, putting most of his weight on top of her. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as she moved her hips against his.

"Dammit, turn around, woman."

Owen maneuvered her so that she was on all fours, all while staying inside of her and making sure he didn't slip out. He pulled out slowly and slid back in casually, teasing her, trying to get her frustrated. Angry sex with her was always amazing in Owen's perspective. She becomes so inhibited, out of control and rough.

"Owen...please..."

She begged.

"Please what?"

He continued to tease her, an evil grin gracing itself on his face. She let out a frustrated groan, her arms gave out and she slumped her upper body against the mattress, pushing her ass high in the air. Owen tried his best not the moan at the amazing view he got. He continued to move in and out of her at a slow pace, driving her to the brink of frustration.

"Dammit!"

She shouted angrily and clambered off the bed, leaving Owen kneeling there on his knees, hands still holding were her waist used to be, shocked.

"If you're not going to do your job properly, I'm going to go take a shower."

She crossed her arms over her chest and childishly stomped towards the bathroom.

"You're not going anywhere."

He warned, getting off the bed and walking towards her, his erection pointing proudly at her. He captured her by the nape of her neck, pulled her close and laughing while he carried her towards the bed.

"Not until I'm done with you."

He smirked playfully at her and dumped her onto the bed unceremoniously.

"Let me go, Owen."

She continued to play hard to get.

"No."

He stated cockily and pried her legs open.

"I said I'm going to take a shower. Let me go."

She pretended to struggle against him.

"And I said, no."

Cristina looked into his eyes and could see them dancing in mischief, she raised her eyebrows at him and started to get up but he pinned her by her hands and without warning plunged himself deep into her.

"Oh. God!"

She shouted in surprise. He pounded into her with abandoned restraint as she clawed at his back. His hands wrap around her back as he pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. They moved in tandem, a lovers dance.

Cristina and Owen emerge from their room a hour and a half later, both naked as the day they were born. Sweat covering their skin as their hair stuck to their faces. Both of them breathing heavily but smiling brightly.

"You see what you did, woman. Now I have to go take a shower."

He joked as he swatted her ass and walked towards the bathroom.

"Oh God, don't start again, Hunt. I didn't even do anything in the first place. You started it."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"God, you don't start again or I'm gonna drag you back to our bedroom. It's your fault, you're too enticing for your own good. I can't keep my hands off you."

He grinned, loving the way she would smile smugly when he complimented her.

"I think you better hide yourself in the bathroom before we end up on the floor and late for work. That's not going to be a good impression of chief, you know?"

They both chuckled as Owen nodded his head and shuffled into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way in.

"I'm a great chief and you know it, Yang!"

He said just before he closed the door to the bathroom, leaving a smiling Cristina sitting on the couch. She sighed happily and decided to make breakfast, which was also her dinner...and lunch, but who cares? Cereal's great for your health! As she sat back down with a bowl of cereal in hand, she reached for the remote and turned on the television. She flicked through the channels, searching for something interesting to watch.

"Latest report on the war in Afghanistan... a shooting... 20 US soldiers found dead..."

Cristina immediately flipped back to the news channel, her mind trying to figure out why on earth she felt the need to be watching this instead of some sappy TV show. The wheels spun in her head as she glanced at the calendar on the wall and back to the TV. Suddenly, everything clicked. The 15th, no wonder Owen's emotions were all over the place. This was the day that always got to him, the day where he couldn't sleep, the day he lost his friend when the army jeep had exploded. It explained everything. The crying, the aggressiveness, the over-protectiveness. She knew then and there that today was probably going to be a very long day.

Before she could contemplate longer, the bathroom door opened. Steam from the hot shower Owen took diffuse out of the bathroom, revealing a Owen with just a towel hanging from his hips as he emerged from the bathroom, his orange hair sticking up in weird directions.

"And the devil has got a devilish hairstyle."

She smirked from the couch. He looked up at her and pouted playfully, but she could see very clearly the mirth dancing around in his eyes. He slowly stalked towards her and when he had gotten close, shook his head like a wet dog, spraying droplets of water all over her.

"Jesus! Owen!"

She complained as she tried running away from him. He leaped forward and grabbed her by her arms, securing her in a cage. She struggled a bit but eventually relaxed when she realized that he wasn't going to do anything naughty. He nuzzled her necked and placed tiny kisses along her smooth skin. She turned around suddenly, knowing that she had to ask him if he could handle today, the 15th.

"Owen, are you alright?"

She asked cautiously.

"Hmm? Why would you ask me that?"

He clearly was confused and had no idea that the way he had been behaving was unusual.

"Owen, the date..."

She trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

"We had a date? Tonight?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. He remembered nothing of a date.

"No...Owen, its' the 15th."

She sighed heavily, mentally preparing herself for his breakdown or something. She could feel him freeze in her arms, but he didn't pull away. He glanced at the calendar.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I...um.."

"Are you going to be alright today?"

"I...maybe."

"I think you should stay home."

"No, no, I'll be fine."

"But... the window."

She thought back to the 15th they had about 4 years ago, when his PTSD was still slightly out of hand. He had unintentionally smashed his fist into the window when some intern kept hoarding him. She ended up having to stitch his wound and they had to replace the window. Not to mention the terror he had most likely given that poor, idiotic intern.

"That was 4 years ago, Cristina."

"I know. But -"

"I'll be fine."

He reassured her, pulling her even closer and breathing in her scent.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I have you."

"But, Owen, I can't be there 24 hours at work."

"I'll still be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can handle it, Cristina. Trust me."

"Okay. But promise you'll page me if you need to head home."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay!"

He laughed.

"Now you should go take your shower. We have to be at the hospital in 40."

"Alright. But you swear, you'll be o-"

"Woman, if you say Okay one more time, I swear, I'm gon-"

"Gonna what?"

She teased.

"I... I don't know what I'll do, but you'll not like it."

She threw her head back in a hearty laugh.

"Alright, Chief Hunt. Until you come up with something, I'll be in the shower."

"Hurry, or we'll be late."

"Uh huh."

She sauntered to the bathroom and took the world's quickest shower, well, in her opinion it was quick. As they dressed for work, Cristina prayed that Owen was speaking the truth and that they would not have any...incidents occurring today. But then she was suddenly attacked with the memory that Burke was here and knew that today wasn't going to be easy.

R&R!