To Love Somebody 9/?
Author:JeriBearRN.
Title: To Love Somebody 9/?
Summary: Set just after the end of Cristina's residency, she finds herself in a difficult life with Owen Hunt, but she won't give up on him because she loves him. Or she thinks she does.
Rating: Strong R. This chapter has graphic adult content.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursment is not recieved for ficticious works.
Previous chapters:
[ One][ Two][ Three]
[ Four][ Five][ Six]
[ Seven][ Eight][??]
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Cristina couldn’t keep her mind off the fact that he was in Seattle. He was constantly within a twenty mile radius of her. He was always a short drive away. He was always there, even though she couldn’t see him, she was surrounded by him.
She did her best to hide the distraction around Owen, and most times it would work. He would ask what she was thinking about and she would dismiss it by kissing him, touching him, pulling him inside her until he fucked the distraction right out of here. Sometimes she would make up a story about a patient at work or some budget issue.
It never ceased to amaze her how one lie started it all, and then they just kept coming. She had convinced herself that she was protecting him, though. What he didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt him.
Not hurting him was the most important thing to her. Nothing else.
Sitting by the window with a journal in her lap, she watched as the rain fell steadily, her mind once again wandering. She remembered the night that she had been studying for her intern exam and he had decided to interrupt her. Sometimes, if she thought about it enough, he can remember the exact way that he touched her. What his breath felt like, tickling her shoulder as low groans and grunts emitted from his lips as he drove inside her- hard, exactly how she liked it, but with this conveyance of love and need. She felt her cheeks grow warm and an ache grow between her legs just thinking about it and she sighed, trying to focus on the journal.
These thoughts needed to stop. She wanted them to stop.
She just didn’t know how to shut them off.
“You’ve got that look again.” Owen said from the doorway.
Cristina didn’t even flinch. He would often creep into a room while she wasn’t paying attention and just watch her. She was used to it. At first she found it a little disturbing; now she found it comforting. She found it charming. It was one of the things that she loved about him. She turned to look at him, a small smile on her lips. “It’s called thinking. I know you’re not familiar with it.”
“If it were tangible, you’d be having an affair with it.” He joked, and then nearly recoiled at his own joke.
She didn’t even miss a beat, wanting to bypass that topic completely. Her eyes traced over his body and she let a grin spread over her face, “I’ll think I’ll be fine with what I have.”
With a slight smirk, he lowered his head as he approached her. Their eyes met and she moved the journal from her lap. In an instant, she was reminded of the time that they were walking towards each other in the hall, long before they’d ever even thought of sleeping together. Even then, his eyes would drive her crazy.
Today was no exception.
Cristina leaned back on her palms, watching him with a coy grin on her face, her legs spread just enough to tease him. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
“It’s called thinking.” He uttered, dropping to his knees between her legs. His hands slowly slid up her thighs, his thumb tracing just along the inside of them.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled away. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.” She murmured.
His thumbs met at her center and he rubbed her just gently through her jeans. He smirked at the way her pink lips parted, a small moan emitting itself from her lips. Slowing his thumbs, but leaving them in place, he watched her carefully. “I ask you the same question all the time.” He uttered, his voice low and husky.
“And I tell you,” Cristina answered, leaning forward to try and kiss him again. Again, he pulled back and she looked at him with a small grin. She wasn’t sure what this game was, but she kind of liked it.
Pulling one hand from her center, he raised his hand to brush her hair from her shoulders and began to spread hot kisses against her neck. He nipped softly at the skin, leaving red marks against the porcelain perfection. He moved his cheek against her collarbone, eliciting a soft whimper. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy. His lips moved up and over to the other side of her neck, finally brushing against her ear, “I know you think about him.” He whispered into her ear. “I know that look in your eyes.”
Suddenly the feeling of arousal that Cristina had been feeling only precious seconds ago had dried up and ice pumped through her veins. “No,” She murmured after a long pause. “Don’t stop,”
Owen pulled her more closely, placing a gentle kiss below her ear. “Why did your body tense when I said it.”
“Because you stopped.”
“Cristina,” He sighed into her black curls.
“Owen. Now that we know each other, do you want to continue what it was that you were doing?” She asked, her hands resting on his shoulders. She would do everything in her power to avoid this conversation.
She bent and kissed his neck softly, kissed under his ear just as he had to her. It wasn’t often that she enjoyed giving possession of herself over to somebody- she wasn’t an object, but she knew that it was absolutely necessary right now. “You know that I belong to you,” Cristina whispered into his ear. “Only you.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes, the words driving him crazy. “All of you?”
Cristina finally captured his lips with hers and she kissed him hard, desperately, wanting nothing more than to silence his words. She knew that it was their downfall; she’d always turn to sex to avoid a topic before actually talking about it. It was a good way to keep him distracted and it was the only way she’d ever really stop thinking for the most part.
Owen kissed her fiercely, taking the very breath from her body as he pulled at her shirt. He was going to make his mark on her. He was going to make her say it, make himself believe it. At least he knew she wasn’t thinking of him right now.
Or at least he thought he did.
She tore at his shirt, finally freeing his body of it and she scratched her nails up his back, leaving red streaks. She whimpered loudly as he bit and sucked the flesh of her neck and shoulder hard, drawing hard pangs of desire from within her that curled her toes into the hardwood floor.
He raised her hips, removed her pants and her panties in one go. His hands wandered, his lips continued to leave their mark all over her skin. She was his. Her heart was his. Her body was his. Her mind was his. She wanted him.
Owen had never been the type of man who needed assurance, let alone reassurance- yet now, even though she was wearing his ring, he felt a constant internal struggle. It was always at the forefront of his mind that there was a chance that they would never come to pass.
The thought of losing her was one that was unbearable to him.
His hand dropped between her legs, thrusting two fingers deep and hard inside her without preamble. He kissed her roughly, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and claiming her cries. It wasn’t healthy, the way they worked their problems out, and he knew it, but she was here.
That’s what was important.
Cristina’s hips moved hard into his hand, eagerly seeking out her release. Her fingers dragged down his chest and she latched on there, her fingernails digging into his skin once more as she felt herself starting to slip.
Owen’s thumb slid away from her clit and ended her feeling just as quickly. “Not yet.” He said roughly, feeling her tremor slightly around his finger. He wanted her to beg, he needed that power tonight.
He needed her to need him.
She whimpered his name, begging him to touch her again, begging for her release. She laid back against the window seat as he crawled over her, his fingers never stopping their movements.
He kissed her tenderly for a brief moment and then pulled away, “Promise me.”
Her ragged breath was mixed with soft whimpers as she looked up at him. A soft sheen had already formed over her skin and everything about the situation was completely overwhelming. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She only needed him right now, nothing else.
“Forever.” She murmured.
Smiling, he dipped his head to kiss her again as his thumb pressed ruthlessly against her clit. When he felt her clench around his fingers he quickly withdrew them and thrust into her fully. The feeling over her walls tightened around him was exquisite and he cried out with her.
They rocked together, hard, desperate, rough. Each wanting to just live in the moment and forget about everything else, each wanting to let go of something or somebody and just be.
Two people in love.
Two hearts pounding together.
Two halves made whole.
Cristina and Owen.
When they collapsed in each other’s arms, each completely spent they closed their eyes and just took in the moment. Cristina’s fingers traced idly against his ribs, feeling as it rose and fell- heavy and first and then more softly, more subtly. The sound of rain pounded outside the window, leaving them in a comfortable silence.
They may have noticed at one point or another that they were lying on the floor, their clothes strewn about, but neither one bothered to make mention of it. They were in each other’s arms and despite lacking the romanticism that other couples oft possessed, they were content to be in that moment.
Cristina rested her head against Owen’s shoulder as his fingers tangled through her damp curls and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was her heart or his pounding in her ear, but it was a soothing sound to her. One that somehow infused her with the strength to finally say what she needed to. “I’m trying.” She murmured without looking at him, “But I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. Ever.”
Owen made no move, made no effort to look down at her. He could tell by the sound of her voice that her words were genuine and her promise true. At least she was telling him the truth, even if it may have stung just a little that she thought of him so often.
They’d never spoke of what the relationship had been like before the wedding, only the wedding, only her after.
His arms closed around her more tightly and he held her close. Perhaps things weren’t perfect, maybe they were even a little rocky, but he knew that they would get better.
She was his, she had said so herself.
The rest would come with time.
Title: To Love Somebody 9/?
Summary: Set just after the end of Cristina's residency, she finds herself in a difficult life with Owen Hunt, but she won't give up on him because she loves him. Or she thinks she does.
Rating: Strong R. This chapter has graphic adult content.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursment is not recieved for ficticious works.
Previous chapters:
[ One][ Two][ Three]
[ Four][ Five][ Six]
[ Seven][ Eight][??]
[??][??][??]
Cristina couldn’t keep her mind off the fact that he was in Seattle. He was constantly within a twenty mile radius of her. He was always a short drive away. He was always there, even though she couldn’t see him, she was surrounded by him.
She did her best to hide the distraction around Owen, and most times it would work. He would ask what she was thinking about and she would dismiss it by kissing him, touching him, pulling him inside her until he fucked the distraction right out of here. Sometimes she would make up a story about a patient at work or some budget issue.
It never ceased to amaze her how one lie started it all, and then they just kept coming. She had convinced herself that she was protecting him, though. What he didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt him.
Not hurting him was the most important thing to her. Nothing else.
Sitting by the window with a journal in her lap, she watched as the rain fell steadily, her mind once again wandering. She remembered the night that she had been studying for her intern exam and he had decided to interrupt her. Sometimes, if she thought about it enough, he can remember the exact way that he touched her. What his breath felt like, tickling her shoulder as low groans and grunts emitted from his lips as he drove inside her- hard, exactly how she liked it, but with this conveyance of love and need. She felt her cheeks grow warm and an ache grow between her legs just thinking about it and she sighed, trying to focus on the journal.
These thoughts needed to stop. She wanted them to stop.
She just didn’t know how to shut them off.
“You’ve got that look again.” Owen said from the doorway.
Cristina didn’t even flinch. He would often creep into a room while she wasn’t paying attention and just watch her. She was used to it. At first she found it a little disturbing; now she found it comforting. She found it charming. It was one of the things that she loved about him. She turned to look at him, a small smile on her lips. “It’s called thinking. I know you’re not familiar with it.”
“If it were tangible, you’d be having an affair with it.” He joked, and then nearly recoiled at his own joke.
She didn’t even miss a beat, wanting to bypass that topic completely. Her eyes traced over his body and she let a grin spread over her face, “I’ll think I’ll be fine with what I have.”
With a slight smirk, he lowered his head as he approached her. Their eyes met and she moved the journal from her lap. In an instant, she was reminded of the time that they were walking towards each other in the hall, long before they’d ever even thought of sleeping together. Even then, his eyes would drive her crazy.
Today was no exception.
Cristina leaned back on her palms, watching him with a coy grin on her face, her legs spread just enough to tease him. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
“It’s called thinking.” He uttered, dropping to his knees between her legs. His hands slowly slid up her thighs, his thumb tracing just along the inside of them.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled away. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.” She murmured.
His thumbs met at her center and he rubbed her just gently through her jeans. He smirked at the way her pink lips parted, a small moan emitting itself from her lips. Slowing his thumbs, but leaving them in place, he watched her carefully. “I ask you the same question all the time.” He uttered, his voice low and husky.
“And I tell you,” Cristina answered, leaning forward to try and kiss him again. Again, he pulled back and she looked at him with a small grin. She wasn’t sure what this game was, but she kind of liked it.
Pulling one hand from her center, he raised his hand to brush her hair from her shoulders and began to spread hot kisses against her neck. He nipped softly at the skin, leaving red marks against the porcelain perfection. He moved his cheek against her collarbone, eliciting a soft whimper. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy. His lips moved up and over to the other side of her neck, finally brushing against her ear, “I know you think about him.” He whispered into her ear. “I know that look in your eyes.”
Suddenly the feeling of arousal that Cristina had been feeling only precious seconds ago had dried up and ice pumped through her veins. “No,” She murmured after a long pause. “Don’t stop,”
Owen pulled her more closely, placing a gentle kiss below her ear. “Why did your body tense when I said it.”
“Because you stopped.”
“Cristina,” He sighed into her black curls.
“Owen. Now that we know each other, do you want to continue what it was that you were doing?” She asked, her hands resting on his shoulders. She would do everything in her power to avoid this conversation.
She bent and kissed his neck softly, kissed under his ear just as he had to her. It wasn’t often that she enjoyed giving possession of herself over to somebody- she wasn’t an object, but she knew that it was absolutely necessary right now. “You know that I belong to you,” Cristina whispered into his ear. “Only you.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes, the words driving him crazy. “All of you?”
Cristina finally captured his lips with hers and she kissed him hard, desperately, wanting nothing more than to silence his words. She knew that it was their downfall; she’d always turn to sex to avoid a topic before actually talking about it. It was a good way to keep him distracted and it was the only way she’d ever really stop thinking for the most part.
Owen kissed her fiercely, taking the very breath from her body as he pulled at her shirt. He was going to make his mark on her. He was going to make her say it, make himself believe it. At least he knew she wasn’t thinking of him right now.
Or at least he thought he did.
She tore at his shirt, finally freeing his body of it and she scratched her nails up his back, leaving red streaks. She whimpered loudly as he bit and sucked the flesh of her neck and shoulder hard, drawing hard pangs of desire from within her that curled her toes into the hardwood floor.
He raised her hips, removed her pants and her panties in one go. His hands wandered, his lips continued to leave their mark all over her skin. She was his. Her heart was his. Her body was his. Her mind was his. She wanted him.
Owen had never been the type of man who needed assurance, let alone reassurance- yet now, even though she was wearing his ring, he felt a constant internal struggle. It was always at the forefront of his mind that there was a chance that they would never come to pass.
The thought of losing her was one that was unbearable to him.
His hand dropped between her legs, thrusting two fingers deep and hard inside her without preamble. He kissed her roughly, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and claiming her cries. It wasn’t healthy, the way they worked their problems out, and he knew it, but she was here.
That’s what was important.
Cristina’s hips moved hard into his hand, eagerly seeking out her release. Her fingers dragged down his chest and she latched on there, her fingernails digging into his skin once more as she felt herself starting to slip.
Owen’s thumb slid away from her clit and ended her feeling just as quickly. “Not yet.” He said roughly, feeling her tremor slightly around his finger. He wanted her to beg, he needed that power tonight.
He needed her to need him.
She whimpered his name, begging him to touch her again, begging for her release. She laid back against the window seat as he crawled over her, his fingers never stopping their movements.
He kissed her tenderly for a brief moment and then pulled away, “Promise me.”
Her ragged breath was mixed with soft whimpers as she looked up at him. A soft sheen had already formed over her skin and everything about the situation was completely overwhelming. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She only needed him right now, nothing else.
“Forever.” She murmured.
Smiling, he dipped his head to kiss her again as his thumb pressed ruthlessly against her clit. When he felt her clench around his fingers he quickly withdrew them and thrust into her fully. The feeling over her walls tightened around him was exquisite and he cried out with her.
They rocked together, hard, desperate, rough. Each wanting to just live in the moment and forget about everything else, each wanting to let go of something or somebody and just be.
Two people in love.
Two hearts pounding together.
Two halves made whole.
Cristina and Owen.
When they collapsed in each other’s arms, each completely spent they closed their eyes and just took in the moment. Cristina’s fingers traced idly against his ribs, feeling as it rose and fell- heavy and first and then more softly, more subtly. The sound of rain pounded outside the window, leaving them in a comfortable silence.
They may have noticed at one point or another that they were lying on the floor, their clothes strewn about, but neither one bothered to make mention of it. They were in each other’s arms and despite lacking the romanticism that other couples oft possessed, they were content to be in that moment.
Cristina rested her head against Owen’s shoulder as his fingers tangled through her damp curls and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was her heart or his pounding in her ear, but it was a soothing sound to her. One that somehow infused her with the strength to finally say what she needed to. “I’m trying.” She murmured without looking at him, “But I will never hurt you. I will never leave you. Ever.”
Owen made no move, made no effort to look down at her. He could tell by the sound of her voice that her words were genuine and her promise true. At least she was telling him the truth, even if it may have stung just a little that she thought of him so often.
They’d never spoke of what the relationship had been like before the wedding, only the wedding, only her after.
His arms closed around her more tightly and he held her close. Perhaps things weren’t perfect, maybe they were even a little rocky, but he knew that they would get better.
She was his, she had said so herself.
The rest would come with time.