Therapy
Author: burkeisdeadsexy
Story: Therapy
Summary: Burke and Cristina. What would've happened if mama Burke didn't walk in on them.
Length: Not nearly long enough.
Rating: Not for kiddies.
Just because you can’t touch doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy.” She dropped her top behind her and bent over him with darkened eyes. She felt his body respond, even if he was trying to remain stoic. “Hi baby,” She uttered in a soft voice that made him shiver slightly.
Their lips met and the kiss quickly became hungry. His uninjured hand slid up her arm and snaked through her long black tendrils, pulling her closer. Their tongues twined and they kissed until they were breathless.
It had been far too long.
Cristina raised herself long enough to push back the ugly hospital bedspread and slip underneath it. She bent over him once more, spreading kisses along his jaw as she unbuttoned his shirt. His hips thrust up under her, rubbing his hardened length against her hot center.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she drug her fingernails down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants and pushed it away. She took him in her hands, her fingers rubbing gently over the head and his hand flew to her panties, rubbing her and teasing her through the dampened material.
“Burke…” She gasped softly, and he rubbed harder until desire overwhelmed him. He pushed her panties aside, dipping two fingers deep inside of her. He curled them upwards and brushed his thumb hard against her clit, rubbing it in circles.
She slouched over him, panting against his ear. Her hands gripped him firmly, sliding up and down his long shaft. He groaned with pleasure as she teased him, kissing whatever skin he could reach. When he felt her shuddering against him, he withdrew his fingers and tugged at her panties.
“I need you.” He whispered hoarsely.
Cristina was quick to comply. She stood over him, quickly discarding the red panties and she lowered back over him. She felt like she was melting over him as she pressed him inside of her. His hips involuntarily bucked up and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled her the rest of the way with a hard thrust.
Her hips stilled over his as she enjoyed the feeling of just having him inside of her. She kissed him roughly as his hand wandered over her breast, teasing her nipple through the material of the bra.
“Love you.” His voice was strangled as he started to thrust against her soft and slow, withdrawing his hips and sliding back inside of her in a languid motion.
“I love you.” She answered, raising herself as he moved out of her. They came together slow at first, just feeling each other until she brushed her lips over his ears. “Harder…” She willed him, coming down against him more violently as she pleaded.
He leaned forward as his good hand came up to her shoulder, grasping it from behind. He pulled her down hard against his hips as he slammed upwards. Frustration grew within him. He wanted to rub her, he wanted to send her into orgasm, but his goddamn hand-
She dropped her hand to where they met, her eyes locking with his and he immediately understood. He drove his hips upward hard as she rubbed herself. Her breath became ragged as he devoured her neck.
Feeling his stomach muscles clench he moved his lips to her ear, “Come for me, Cristina.” Though he couldn’t bring her to orgasm himself, she gave him control.
Her fingers teased her clit, rubbed until a strangled cry escaped her lips and he thrust into her harder, riding her through her orgasm until he released deep inside of her. She brought her forehead to rest against his as they both fought for air.
Cristina moved off of his hips and slipped into the bed next to him, and laid her head against his chest. A satisfied smile traced over her lips when she heard his heart beating rapidly in her ear. His lips brushed over the top of his head and his traced patterns at the small of her back with his fingers.
A quick rap on the door pulled them from the afterglow and she sighed and reluctantly pulled herself from his arms. He watched with darkened eyes as she collected her clothing and pulled it on slowly. A smirk traced over his face as she turned to face him with a grin.
Slowly, she sauntered across the room and leaned over him to kiss him deeply. “Maybe we can try with your other hand later.” She mumbled with a suggestive voice.
He watched as she disappeared from the room and he glanced up at the clock anxiously awaiting his physical therapy appointment.
Burke had a reason to work extra hard today.
Story: Therapy
Summary: Burke and Cristina. What would've happened if mama Burke didn't walk in on them.
Length: Not nearly long enough.
Rating: Not for kiddies.
Just because you can’t touch doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy.” She dropped her top behind her and bent over him with darkened eyes. She felt his body respond, even if he was trying to remain stoic. “Hi baby,” She uttered in a soft voice that made him shiver slightly.
Their lips met and the kiss quickly became hungry. His uninjured hand slid up her arm and snaked through her long black tendrils, pulling her closer. Their tongues twined and they kissed until they were breathless.
It had been far too long.
Cristina raised herself long enough to push back the ugly hospital bedspread and slip underneath it. She bent over him once more, spreading kisses along his jaw as she unbuttoned his shirt. His hips thrust up under her, rubbing his hardened length against her hot center.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she drug her fingernails down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants and pushed it away. She took him in her hands, her fingers rubbing gently over the head and his hand flew to her panties, rubbing her and teasing her through the dampened material.
“Burke…” She gasped softly, and he rubbed harder until desire overwhelmed him. He pushed her panties aside, dipping two fingers deep inside of her. He curled them upwards and brushed his thumb hard against her clit, rubbing it in circles.
She slouched over him, panting against his ear. Her hands gripped him firmly, sliding up and down his long shaft. He groaned with pleasure as she teased him, kissing whatever skin he could reach. When he felt her shuddering against him, he withdrew his fingers and tugged at her panties.
“I need you.” He whispered hoarsely.
Cristina was quick to comply. She stood over him, quickly discarding the red panties and she lowered back over him. She felt like she was melting over him as she pressed him inside of her. His hips involuntarily bucked up and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled her the rest of the way with a hard thrust.
Her hips stilled over his as she enjoyed the feeling of just having him inside of her. She kissed him roughly as his hand wandered over her breast, teasing her nipple through the material of the bra.
“Love you.” His voice was strangled as he started to thrust against her soft and slow, withdrawing his hips and sliding back inside of her in a languid motion.
“I love you.” She answered, raising herself as he moved out of her. They came together slow at first, just feeling each other until she brushed her lips over his ears. “Harder…” She willed him, coming down against him more violently as she pleaded.
He leaned forward as his good hand came up to her shoulder, grasping it from behind. He pulled her down hard against his hips as he slammed upwards. Frustration grew within him. He wanted to rub her, he wanted to send her into orgasm, but his goddamn hand-
She dropped her hand to where they met, her eyes locking with his and he immediately understood. He drove his hips upward hard as she rubbed herself. Her breath became ragged as he devoured her neck.
Feeling his stomach muscles clench he moved his lips to her ear, “Come for me, Cristina.” Though he couldn’t bring her to orgasm himself, she gave him control.
Her fingers teased her clit, rubbed until a strangled cry escaped her lips and he thrust into her harder, riding her through her orgasm until he released deep inside of her. She brought her forehead to rest against his as they both fought for air.
Cristina moved off of his hips and slipped into the bed next to him, and laid her head against his chest. A satisfied smile traced over her lips when she heard his heart beating rapidly in her ear. His lips brushed over the top of his head and his traced patterns at the small of her back with his fingers.
A quick rap on the door pulled them from the afterglow and she sighed and reluctantly pulled herself from his arms. He watched with darkened eyes as she collected her clothing and pulled it on slowly. A smirk traced over his face as she turned to face him with a grin.
Slowly, she sauntered across the room and leaned over him to kiss him deeply. “Maybe we can try with your other hand later.” She mumbled with a suggestive voice.
He watched as she disappeared from the room and he glanced up at the clock anxiously awaiting his physical therapy appointment.
Burke had a reason to work extra hard today.