The Jeweller's Hand (Grey's Anatomy, Cristina/Teddy, R)
Title: The Jeweller's Hand
Author: kats_blues
Recipient: twtd
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Teddy
Rating: R
Word Count: 1060
Warnings: None.
Summary: Cristina Yang is a brilliant surgeon. Teddy Altman disagrees, or maybe she doesn't. Set during 7x20 White Wedding.
Disclaimer: ABC etc own them, I'm just borrowing. Title is the Arctic Monkeys's.
Surgery is made up of ten percent brains, and ninety percent hands. Manual maniacs don't necessarily make good surgeons when they put their brain at rest during surgery. You can practice dexterity, but you can't practice attentiveness, and it is carelessness that can kill a patient during something simple as an appendectomy.
Cristina Yang is a brilliant surgeon. Her hands have their own brain which never sleeps.
--- --- ---
It is an hour later, when the wedding is over and the party has just begun, that they meet again at the bar. Teddy is holding on to another drink, and she watches her fingers draw circles on the iced glass as Cristina quietly slips onto the stool next to her. "I thought you'd already left."
Teddy shakes her head. "I'm having the time of my life, really." The bartender takes Cristina's order, and casts another flirtatious glance at Teddy. The blonde averts her eyes and sighs. Shoulders squared, she turns to Cristina. "My ego isn't that fragile, you know." Her voice is low, and she almost assumes that Cristina didn't hear her when the other woman doesn't react. "I don't feel threatened by your brilliance, if that's what you think," she adds only slightly louder.
"Excuse me," Cristina grimaces, "but I thought we were through with this. Now, I am here to celebrate." Sneering, she raises her glass in a mock toast. "Here's to stolen opportunities!"
Shaking her head, Teddy takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Eyes fixed on a spot behind Cristina's shoulder, she raises her glass in turn. "And here's to arrogant residents."With a fake smile, she downs the rest of her drink. The band is playing last week's number one hit, and she gazes at the two brides swaying slowly on the dance floor, wondering if this it, if, right now, they are standing at their last crossroads.
On her left side, the bartender hands Cristina two new drinks. The dark-haired woman briefly hesitates, then slides one of the glasses across the bar, towards Teddy. Wordlessly, they both knock back pure vodka, and Teddy hides relief and optimism and confusion behind a mask of stoicism when Cristina orders another round of vodka.
--- --- ---
They end up in the restroom, later, when Arizona and Callie have danced their last dance, and Meredith and Derek still haven't arrived, and Chief Webber has left the party early.
They can still hear soft music coming through the window, and their footsteps echo off the tiled walls. Cristina squints against the bright lights. She turns toward the mirror as the door falls shut behind them. With her back to Teddy, she brushes a few askew hairs out of her face. Silently, she waits for the other woman to say the first word. It's your turn to apologize, she thinks but only smiles a tight smile.
"I did it for you, Dr. Yang," Teddy finally admits, her words sounding hollow even in her own ears. "It's for your best." She tries to hide a lie behind a half-truth, but she blushes anyway.
"Screw it, it's not about what is best for me!" For a few seconds, she watches Teddy watch her in the mirror. When she finally turns around, her hands are stretched out in front of her. "These are a surgeon's hands. These hands are brilliant, and they have saved a life, and you know that! These are a surgeon's hands! I am a surgeon!"
"Dexterity isn't everything, Dr Yang." Teddy returns Cristina's angry stare calmly. "It's the manual maniacs who kill patients."
"But I didn't... I didn't kill a patient!" Almost as an afterthought she adds, "I'm sorry that you do feel threatened by my brilliance."
They are standing so close to each other that Teddy can see her own reflection in Cristina's eyes and feel a warm breath brush over her chin. "Have you ever considered that maybe it's the other way around? That maybe it's you who feels intimidated by me? Because I am the first attending who won't let you act like a fanatic?" She takes a step closer to Cristina, her reflection becoming lopsided. "Because you don't want to hear the truth, that you have what it takes to be a good surgeon, even an accomplished surgeon, if only you were willing to work on your modesty. You want to be a surgeon? Act like a surgeon!"
The last sentence gets lost in the rustle of cloth on cloth, and then Cristina is pressed against her, and lips brush against lips, and she can scent her perfume. The air rushes out of her lungs abruptly, and she opens her mouth to protest, but Cristina seizes the opportunity to slip the tip of her tongue between Teddy's lips. Teddy's resistance melts under the attack of soft lips and hands, and for a moment she just stands there, letting Cristina kiss her. Finally, her fingers get entangled in Cristina's black curls, and she uses her left hand to pull the other woman even closer.
Cristina brushes her hand over Teddy's chest. There are too many layers of clothing between them, and boldly, she slips her hand under the other woman's dress. She catches Teddy's sigh with another kiss. Her nipple puckers instantly, and Teddy lets out tiny whimpers when Cristina's fingers add a little more pressure. The dress impedes her exploration, so she slips the single strap off Teddy's right shoulder. Together, they just stand there, watching Teddy's dress pool around her feet, until Teddy steps backwards, pulling Cristina with her, until she bumps into the sink.
Cristina grins, almost predatory, and lets her hand drift from the tightened nipple, over Teddy's flat stomach, coming to rest at the warm spot between her legs.
Teddy draws in a sharp breath when nimble fingers push aside her panties. She wonders if she should feel obligated to stop her, but really, she can't think of a single reason. "Dr. Yang, Cristina... Cristina, stop." Teddy grabs Cristina's hand anyway, momentarily stilling her movements. "Cristina, you don't think this will get you back into the OR, do you?"
Cristina cocks her head, her eyebrows furrowed. "Of course I don't think that." Then, pursing her lips, she slowly starts moving her fingers again.
She is Cristina Yang. Her hands have their own brain which never sleeps, and her hands will get her anywhere she wants.
Author: kats_blues
Recipient: twtd
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Teddy
Rating: R
Word Count: 1060
Warnings: None.
Summary: Cristina Yang is a brilliant surgeon. Teddy Altman disagrees, or maybe she doesn't. Set during 7x20 White Wedding.
Disclaimer: ABC etc own them, I'm just borrowing. Title is the Arctic Monkeys's.
Surgery is made up of ten percent brains, and ninety percent hands. Manual maniacs don't necessarily make good surgeons when they put their brain at rest during surgery. You can practice dexterity, but you can't practice attentiveness, and it is carelessness that can kill a patient during something simple as an appendectomy.
Cristina Yang is a brilliant surgeon. Her hands have their own brain which never sleeps.
--- --- ---
It is an hour later, when the wedding is over and the party has just begun, that they meet again at the bar. Teddy is holding on to another drink, and she watches her fingers draw circles on the iced glass as Cristina quietly slips onto the stool next to her. "I thought you'd already left."
Teddy shakes her head. "I'm having the time of my life, really." The bartender takes Cristina's order, and casts another flirtatious glance at Teddy. The blonde averts her eyes and sighs. Shoulders squared, she turns to Cristina. "My ego isn't that fragile, you know." Her voice is low, and she almost assumes that Cristina didn't hear her when the other woman doesn't react. "I don't feel threatened by your brilliance, if that's what you think," she adds only slightly louder.
"Excuse me," Cristina grimaces, "but I thought we were through with this. Now, I am here to celebrate." Sneering, she raises her glass in a mock toast. "Here's to stolen opportunities!"
Shaking her head, Teddy takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Eyes fixed on a spot behind Cristina's shoulder, she raises her glass in turn. "And here's to arrogant residents."With a fake smile, she downs the rest of her drink. The band is playing last week's number one hit, and she gazes at the two brides swaying slowly on the dance floor, wondering if this it, if, right now, they are standing at their last crossroads.
On her left side, the bartender hands Cristina two new drinks. The dark-haired woman briefly hesitates, then slides one of the glasses across the bar, towards Teddy. Wordlessly, they both knock back pure vodka, and Teddy hides relief and optimism and confusion behind a mask of stoicism when Cristina orders another round of vodka.
--- --- ---
They end up in the restroom, later, when Arizona and Callie have danced their last dance, and Meredith and Derek still haven't arrived, and Chief Webber has left the party early.
They can still hear soft music coming through the window, and their footsteps echo off the tiled walls. Cristina squints against the bright lights. She turns toward the mirror as the door falls shut behind them. With her back to Teddy, she brushes a few askew hairs out of her face. Silently, she waits for the other woman to say the first word. It's your turn to apologize, she thinks but only smiles a tight smile.
"I did it for you, Dr. Yang," Teddy finally admits, her words sounding hollow even in her own ears. "It's for your best." She tries to hide a lie behind a half-truth, but she blushes anyway.
"Screw it, it's not about what is best for me!" For a few seconds, she watches Teddy watch her in the mirror. When she finally turns around, her hands are stretched out in front of her. "These are a surgeon's hands. These hands are brilliant, and they have saved a life, and you know that! These are a surgeon's hands! I am a surgeon!"
"Dexterity isn't everything, Dr Yang." Teddy returns Cristina's angry stare calmly. "It's the manual maniacs who kill patients."
"But I didn't... I didn't kill a patient!" Almost as an afterthought she adds, "I'm sorry that you do feel threatened by my brilliance."
They are standing so close to each other that Teddy can see her own reflection in Cristina's eyes and feel a warm breath brush over her chin. "Have you ever considered that maybe it's the other way around? That maybe it's you who feels intimidated by me? Because I am the first attending who won't let you act like a fanatic?" She takes a step closer to Cristina, her reflection becoming lopsided. "Because you don't want to hear the truth, that you have what it takes to be a good surgeon, even an accomplished surgeon, if only you were willing to work on your modesty. You want to be a surgeon? Act like a surgeon!"
The last sentence gets lost in the rustle of cloth on cloth, and then Cristina is pressed against her, and lips brush against lips, and she can scent her perfume. The air rushes out of her lungs abruptly, and she opens her mouth to protest, but Cristina seizes the opportunity to slip the tip of her tongue between Teddy's lips. Teddy's resistance melts under the attack of soft lips and hands, and for a moment she just stands there, letting Cristina kiss her. Finally, her fingers get entangled in Cristina's black curls, and she uses her left hand to pull the other woman even closer.
Cristina brushes her hand over Teddy's chest. There are too many layers of clothing between them, and boldly, she slips her hand under the other woman's dress. She catches Teddy's sigh with another kiss. Her nipple puckers instantly, and Teddy lets out tiny whimpers when Cristina's fingers add a little more pressure. The dress impedes her exploration, so she slips the single strap off Teddy's right shoulder. Together, they just stand there, watching Teddy's dress pool around her feet, until Teddy steps backwards, pulling Cristina with her, until she bumps into the sink.
Cristina grins, almost predatory, and lets her hand drift from the tightened nipple, over Teddy's flat stomach, coming to rest at the warm spot between her legs.
Teddy draws in a sharp breath when nimble fingers push aside her panties. She wonders if she should feel obligated to stop her, but really, she can't think of a single reason. "Dr. Yang, Cristina... Cristina, stop." Teddy grabs Cristina's hand anyway, momentarily stilling her movements. "Cristina, you don't think this will get you back into the OR, do you?"
Cristina cocks her head, her eyebrows furrowed. "Of course I don't think that." Then, pursing her lips, she slowly starts moving her fingers again.
She is Cristina Yang. Her hands have their own brain which never sleeps, and her hands will get her anywhere she wants.