If It Comes Back It's Yours - 10/??
Author: The one, the only, JeriBearRN.
Title: If It Comes Back It's Yours
Rating: We'll call it R to NC-17. Because it's already had some sex, and there will be more. Rest assured, faithful bang fans, there will be more.
Summary: Cristina travels to Baltimore, Maryland in search of answers from the man who left her at the altar. Okay. Well, not quite the altar.
Length: Chapter 10/??
Previous chapters:
[ One][ Two][ Three]
[ Four][ Five][ Six]
[ Seven][ Eight][ Nine]
[???][???][???]
It had been days since he’d heard from her.
He thought that after the dance they’d shared that he had a chance. The way she looked at him. The way she stayed for a second and a third and then a fourth. It was all so perfect. She held onto him and he knew that she didn’t want to let go.
Or at least he thought he knew.
Preston Burke was not a man familiar with doubt, and it became evident to him that it left him in a sort of despair- squirming and uncomfortable, writing like an ant under a magnifying glass. It was quite possibly the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. Despite everything, he would forge ahead.
Cristina was worth any amount of discomfort that he may be suffering.
He’d taken his position back at the hospital, squashing the hopes of Erica Hahn to pick up where he’d left off and assume his number one spot. She would forever be second to him and he wouldn’t allow it to be any other way. She was a poor instructor anyhow, and nobody really seemed to care for her. When he wasn’t allowing himself to wallow about Cristina, he was submerging himself in work and giving her the space she required.
He’d been bribing her with surgeries lately. Not just because he wanted to see her, but because he had always enjoyed her enthusiasm in surgery. He loved the way her eyes would widen and light up as the heart came into view after tedious work or the way he could see the sides of her mask pucker a little when she smiled at the work she was doing. It was simple stuff that nobody noticed except for him.
It was the stuff that she’d never allowed anyone else to see.
They worked in silence together, but they were a perfect team. She instinctively knew what he needed and when he needed it. She was his second set of hands. He never offered to let her perform procedures. Instead, he would pull his hands away, lay his hand on the tip of the suction catheter and she would take over. They were always better at communicating when nobody was speaking.
At one point as he was performing one of many anastomsies, he was sure that he’d seen her giving him that look. His eyes met hers again and it was a silent tug of war. He looked at her in question and her eyes turned warm and her hand brushed just slightly against his as she suctioned.
Their hands never touched in surgery unless one of them did it intentionally.
Her surgical mask puckered at the sides a little, and he felt his own give as their eyes lingered. Leave it to Cristina to get turned on during a long and extensive case. It was why he loved her.
After the surgery, they stepped into the scrub room together. His eyes were drawn to her as she pulled off his surgical mask and he found himself grinning like a fool underneath his- enough so that he was slightly embarrassed to pull it away. He coughed to cover a small chuckle and bit the inside of his lip to conceal a smile.
Cristina reached across his chest to grab some paper towels and she knew exactly what she was doing. There was something about watching him in surgery. The way his very large hands became delicate and graceful and soft. How he had every movement mastered. She could watch him maneuver an open chest cavity for days on end without getting tired of it. If she could watch him do it without her mind wandering to much dirtier places, she’d be set for life.
She had convinced herself after their evening at Joe’s that she wasn’t going to fall into his trap, but as she watched him work the only thing she could picture was his hands wandering her sated skin. His movements that were so graceful and exact in the OR becoming more primal, more needy as they touched her and brought her to the very edge of insanity.
She could handle being in a simple bypass, but when it was a bypass with valve replacements too? That was 8 hours of watching him move and seeing the way he looked at her. Those were the surgeries that afterwards, she would drag him into his office, into a linen closet, into a call room, whatever empty and isolated space that they could find and she would ravage him. They’d tear at each other’s scrubs and he’d press her into the wall, burying himself deep inside of her. They’d move and rock and thrash until they couldn’t anymore. They’d breathe each other’s names as if it were the last thing they’d ever say and kiss as if there were no tomorrow.
It was the only thing she could think about right now. It was the surgery that was causing it and therefore she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions.
Surgery made her do it.
Her hand brushed gently across his thigh as she turned towards the door and she looked up at him with a darkened gaze. She could see the lump forming in his throat as well as his scrubs and she only smirked. The thin material of his scrubs did very little to hide anything. She walked backwards towards the door of the scrub room, shooting suggestive glances his way.
Burke tried to clear the damn lump from his throat as he pushed open the door to the OR and instructed his fellow to follow up on the patient. Without another word, he was following Cristina from the scrub room and not a moment too soon. It had become stiflingly hot and his mouth had become overwhelmingly dry. It was not water that he thirsted for, though.
Cristina had every intention of making it all the way to his office, but when his hand brushed against her ass she couldn’t wait any longer. Using her badge, she opened a radiology viewing room and he quickly followed her inside. No sooner than she had the door closed, she found herself pressed into it. His kisses were hungry and hard as his hands worked at already untying her scrubs. Obviously he had been thinking the same thing she had.
She reached up to untie her scrub cap and it fell to the floor, freeing her long dark curls as his lips traversed to her neck, biting and nipping the supple skin there. Within a heartbeat they were naked and her legs were wrapped around his waist and she would swear in that moment that he was deeper inside of her than he ever had been before. Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders and her lips met his over and over in a series of teasing kisses, allowing him nothing but a taste.
His hands tangled into her hair, pulling her head back as he attacked her neck once more. He groaned her name as he felt her tightening around him but he wasn’t ready to let go. He slowed his hips, taking her sweet release away from her as suddenly as it had started to come on.
Cristina felt her frustration bubbling to a head as she fought him. She moved her hips hard against his, crying out as she did. His powerful hands immediately stilled them, keeping her hips from moving anymore than he wanted them to. Her hands slid down his sides and she tried pulling him against her, but it was to no avail. She pulled her lips away from his salty skin, a sexy whimper begging for more as their eyes met.
Burke easily took her hands from his hips and raised them over her head. He pinned them against the door with one hand as the other hand came back down to caress her skin. He resumed moving inside of her, steady and deep. He dropped searing kisses against her shoulders and neck, working their way upwards.
Her hips remained still as he pushed into her relentlessly, his name an uttered chant on her lips. He silenced her cries with passionate kisses as his hand slid down her body, pausing at her hips to guide them against his. They rocked together in perfect synchrony as his hand slid lower and he tore his lips only a millimeter from hers, wanting to hear her cries almost hysterical with need.
They came together, their cries wafting on the hot air of the room surrounding them. They kissed over and over again, not able to get enough of each other, not wanting to stop. Leaving this room meant returning to reality- one that was unknown to both of them. Neither sure of what would happen next.
Slowly he released her arms and she let them fall limp at her side as he held her. Her body was completely overwhelmed by him and what he did to her. Her eyes drifted closed as his lips brushed hers again, soft and tender. She granted a kiss in return and finally forced herself to pull away. As much as she wanted to and as much as she could easily exist off of a relationship based entirely off of the amazing sex they had- it wasn’t what he wanted.
Reluctantly, they pulled their clothes back on, each allowing their eyes to gaze at the body of the other before they were hidden again beneath their scrubs.
Cristina licked her lips a little bit, watching him. She knew what she felt for him, she just knew it wasn’t the safest thing to feel. She couldn’t get rid of the lingering fear. But to her there was no better feeling than being in his arms, then making love in forbidden places and falling asleep with their bodies pressed together.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she knew that right now she wasn’t thinking clearly. Her thoughts were muddied by the very bad, yet oh-so-very good thing they’d just done. Before all of this, it had seemed that he was backing off. That he was waiting for her, but now she couldn’t be sure.
“Do you have to think so loudly?” He asked her, their eyes meeting and a small smile crossed his lips.
“You’re the only person who seems to hear it.” She retorted.
For the ten millionth time since he’d decided that he was going to listen to Meredith’s advice, he stopped himself from assuming or knowing anything. He wanted to tell her that it should be a sign that this was supposed to be, but instead after a thoughtful moment his reply was sincere and soft. “I like to think of it as a gift.”
Cristina could almost feel her cheeks turning red and she glanced down. Maybe he was changing. “I’m hungry.”
“As am I,” Burke quickly answered. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to think her way out of this.
She sighed a little, pulling open the door. “Fine. You can take me to dinner. But it doesn’t mean anything except that I’m hungry.”
“Of course not,” He answered, once again fighting to disguise a smile. It never ceased to amaze him, the things she did to him. “May I pick you up at the apartment or would you prefer to meet me?”
“You’re taking me to dinner. That doesn’t involve meeting anywhere. You can pick me up at six.” She answered nonchalantly. She was being careful about this, but she certainly wasn’t going to go on a date where it felt like they were friends. She could do friends if she wanted to.
Okay, well, she could do friends with benefits if she wanted to.
“Six it is, Dr. Yang.” He said with a slight nod. He knew that she loved when he called her by her professional name and though they’d already had a fierce interlude, he loved to make her skin flare with goose bumps at every opportunity that he got.
She ignored the chill in her spine from the tone in his voice and shook her head a little. “Fine.”
Burke watched as she walked away from him and he leaned against the doorway of the viewing room with a smile on his face.
He was definitely going to have to revise his schedule to include more marathon surgeries.
Title: If It Comes Back It's Yours
Rating: We'll call it R to NC-17. Because it's already had some sex, and there will be more. Rest assured, faithful bang fans, there will be more.
Summary: Cristina travels to Baltimore, Maryland in search of answers from the man who left her at the altar. Okay. Well, not quite the altar.
Length: Chapter 10/??
Previous chapters:
[ One][ Two][ Three]
[ Four][ Five][ Six]
[ Seven][ Eight][ Nine]
[???][???][???]
It had been days since he’d heard from her.
He thought that after the dance they’d shared that he had a chance. The way she looked at him. The way she stayed for a second and a third and then a fourth. It was all so perfect. She held onto him and he knew that she didn’t want to let go.
Or at least he thought he knew.
Preston Burke was not a man familiar with doubt, and it became evident to him that it left him in a sort of despair- squirming and uncomfortable, writing like an ant under a magnifying glass. It was quite possibly the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. Despite everything, he would forge ahead.
Cristina was worth any amount of discomfort that he may be suffering.
He’d taken his position back at the hospital, squashing the hopes of Erica Hahn to pick up where he’d left off and assume his number one spot. She would forever be second to him and he wouldn’t allow it to be any other way. She was a poor instructor anyhow, and nobody really seemed to care for her. When he wasn’t allowing himself to wallow about Cristina, he was submerging himself in work and giving her the space she required.
He’d been bribing her with surgeries lately. Not just because he wanted to see her, but because he had always enjoyed her enthusiasm in surgery. He loved the way her eyes would widen and light up as the heart came into view after tedious work or the way he could see the sides of her mask pucker a little when she smiled at the work she was doing. It was simple stuff that nobody noticed except for him.
It was the stuff that she’d never allowed anyone else to see.
They worked in silence together, but they were a perfect team. She instinctively knew what he needed and when he needed it. She was his second set of hands. He never offered to let her perform procedures. Instead, he would pull his hands away, lay his hand on the tip of the suction catheter and she would take over. They were always better at communicating when nobody was speaking.
At one point as he was performing one of many anastomsies, he was sure that he’d seen her giving him that look. His eyes met hers again and it was a silent tug of war. He looked at her in question and her eyes turned warm and her hand brushed just slightly against his as she suctioned.
Their hands never touched in surgery unless one of them did it intentionally.
Her surgical mask puckered at the sides a little, and he felt his own give as their eyes lingered. Leave it to Cristina to get turned on during a long and extensive case. It was why he loved her.
After the surgery, they stepped into the scrub room together. His eyes were drawn to her as she pulled off his surgical mask and he found himself grinning like a fool underneath his- enough so that he was slightly embarrassed to pull it away. He coughed to cover a small chuckle and bit the inside of his lip to conceal a smile.
Cristina reached across his chest to grab some paper towels and she knew exactly what she was doing. There was something about watching him in surgery. The way his very large hands became delicate and graceful and soft. How he had every movement mastered. She could watch him maneuver an open chest cavity for days on end without getting tired of it. If she could watch him do it without her mind wandering to much dirtier places, she’d be set for life.
She had convinced herself after their evening at Joe’s that she wasn’t going to fall into his trap, but as she watched him work the only thing she could picture was his hands wandering her sated skin. His movements that were so graceful and exact in the OR becoming more primal, more needy as they touched her and brought her to the very edge of insanity.
She could handle being in a simple bypass, but when it was a bypass with valve replacements too? That was 8 hours of watching him move and seeing the way he looked at her. Those were the surgeries that afterwards, she would drag him into his office, into a linen closet, into a call room, whatever empty and isolated space that they could find and she would ravage him. They’d tear at each other’s scrubs and he’d press her into the wall, burying himself deep inside of her. They’d move and rock and thrash until they couldn’t anymore. They’d breathe each other’s names as if it were the last thing they’d ever say and kiss as if there were no tomorrow.
It was the only thing she could think about right now. It was the surgery that was causing it and therefore she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions.
Surgery made her do it.
Her hand brushed gently across his thigh as she turned towards the door and she looked up at him with a darkened gaze. She could see the lump forming in his throat as well as his scrubs and she only smirked. The thin material of his scrubs did very little to hide anything. She walked backwards towards the door of the scrub room, shooting suggestive glances his way.
Burke tried to clear the damn lump from his throat as he pushed open the door to the OR and instructed his fellow to follow up on the patient. Without another word, he was following Cristina from the scrub room and not a moment too soon. It had become stiflingly hot and his mouth had become overwhelmingly dry. It was not water that he thirsted for, though.
Cristina had every intention of making it all the way to his office, but when his hand brushed against her ass she couldn’t wait any longer. Using her badge, she opened a radiology viewing room and he quickly followed her inside. No sooner than she had the door closed, she found herself pressed into it. His kisses were hungry and hard as his hands worked at already untying her scrubs. Obviously he had been thinking the same thing she had.
She reached up to untie her scrub cap and it fell to the floor, freeing her long dark curls as his lips traversed to her neck, biting and nipping the supple skin there. Within a heartbeat they were naked and her legs were wrapped around his waist and she would swear in that moment that he was deeper inside of her than he ever had been before. Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders and her lips met his over and over in a series of teasing kisses, allowing him nothing but a taste.
His hands tangled into her hair, pulling her head back as he attacked her neck once more. He groaned her name as he felt her tightening around him but he wasn’t ready to let go. He slowed his hips, taking her sweet release away from her as suddenly as it had started to come on.
Cristina felt her frustration bubbling to a head as she fought him. She moved her hips hard against his, crying out as she did. His powerful hands immediately stilled them, keeping her hips from moving anymore than he wanted them to. Her hands slid down his sides and she tried pulling him against her, but it was to no avail. She pulled her lips away from his salty skin, a sexy whimper begging for more as their eyes met.
Burke easily took her hands from his hips and raised them over her head. He pinned them against the door with one hand as the other hand came back down to caress her skin. He resumed moving inside of her, steady and deep. He dropped searing kisses against her shoulders and neck, working their way upwards.
Her hips remained still as he pushed into her relentlessly, his name an uttered chant on her lips. He silenced her cries with passionate kisses as his hand slid down her body, pausing at her hips to guide them against his. They rocked together in perfect synchrony as his hand slid lower and he tore his lips only a millimeter from hers, wanting to hear her cries almost hysterical with need.
They came together, their cries wafting on the hot air of the room surrounding them. They kissed over and over again, not able to get enough of each other, not wanting to stop. Leaving this room meant returning to reality- one that was unknown to both of them. Neither sure of what would happen next.
Slowly he released her arms and she let them fall limp at her side as he held her. Her body was completely overwhelmed by him and what he did to her. Her eyes drifted closed as his lips brushed hers again, soft and tender. She granted a kiss in return and finally forced herself to pull away. As much as she wanted to and as much as she could easily exist off of a relationship based entirely off of the amazing sex they had- it wasn’t what he wanted.
Reluctantly, they pulled their clothes back on, each allowing their eyes to gaze at the body of the other before they were hidden again beneath their scrubs.
Cristina licked her lips a little bit, watching him. She knew what she felt for him, she just knew it wasn’t the safest thing to feel. She couldn’t get rid of the lingering fear. But to her there was no better feeling than being in his arms, then making love in forbidden places and falling asleep with their bodies pressed together.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she knew that right now she wasn’t thinking clearly. Her thoughts were muddied by the very bad, yet oh-so-very good thing they’d just done. Before all of this, it had seemed that he was backing off. That he was waiting for her, but now she couldn’t be sure.
“Do you have to think so loudly?” He asked her, their eyes meeting and a small smile crossed his lips.
“You’re the only person who seems to hear it.” She retorted.
For the ten millionth time since he’d decided that he was going to listen to Meredith’s advice, he stopped himself from assuming or knowing anything. He wanted to tell her that it should be a sign that this was supposed to be, but instead after a thoughtful moment his reply was sincere and soft. “I like to think of it as a gift.”
Cristina could almost feel her cheeks turning red and she glanced down. Maybe he was changing. “I’m hungry.”
“As am I,” Burke quickly answered. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to think her way out of this.
She sighed a little, pulling open the door. “Fine. You can take me to dinner. But it doesn’t mean anything except that I’m hungry.”
“Of course not,” He answered, once again fighting to disguise a smile. It never ceased to amaze him, the things she did to him. “May I pick you up at the apartment or would you prefer to meet me?”
“You’re taking me to dinner. That doesn’t involve meeting anywhere. You can pick me up at six.” She answered nonchalantly. She was being careful about this, but she certainly wasn’t going to go on a date where it felt like they were friends. She could do friends if she wanted to.
Okay, well, she could do friends with benefits if she wanted to.
“Six it is, Dr. Yang.” He said with a slight nod. He knew that she loved when he called her by her professional name and though they’d already had a fierce interlude, he loved to make her skin flare with goose bumps at every opportunity that he got.
She ignored the chill in her spine from the tone in his voice and shook her head a little. “Fine.”
Burke watched as she walked away from him and he leaned against the doorway of the viewing room with a smile on his face.
He was definitely going to have to revise his schedule to include more marathon surgeries.