Fic battle - "vibrator catalogue" prompt
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in_the_afterTitle: The Catalogue
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Pairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: Mature
Summary: Oh just read it
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
jeribearrn, your non-food prompt is "morning wood". :-D
Callie and Cristina corner Meredith at the ER nurses station.
"You know that lame wedding shower Izzie has planned for you?" Cristina asks with a smirk.
"I know," Meredith sighs. "Please don’t call it lame in front of her."
"We won’t," Callie promises. "We thought we’d throw you a second wedding shower. An unofficial shower, wink wink."
Cristina smiles and pulls a catalogue out of her jacket. "We’re going to have a Fantasy Toy party at our place for you!"
Meredith laughs, looking at the catalogue. "A sex toy party?"
"You bet!" Cristina flips it open. "Look at these vibrators! So many choices! I just might get this one, with the dolphin shape."
"Cristina," Callie says.
"Or this one, with the rubber prongs there," Cristina blithely continues. Meredith laughs.
"Cristina!" Callie snaps. Meredith looks up and behind Cristina, her face growing serious. Cristina turns around, seeing a familiar figure turning and walking briskly down the hall away from her.
"Owen!" she groans. She turns around and looks at her friends. "Tell me he didn’t overhear me."
"He overhead you," Callie says grimly. She looks cautiously at Meredith. "My friend in Psych says he hasn’t missed a session with Dr Wyatt," she says quickly.
Meredith sighs. "Derek says he’s been very serious about doing everything he is asked to do." She looks at Cristina. "I won’t stop you if you want to talk with him. But just talk!"
Cristina turns without a word and follows Owen. Even though she didn’t see him use the door to the stairwell, she knows that he did. She goes down the stairs and straight to the vent.
He’s standing on it, just as she knew he would be. He looks at her with a dark expression, then quickly looks away. "Not now," he says.
"Yes, now," she shoots back, standing in front of him. "I was just –"
"I am trying!" he grumbles. "I am going to Dr Wyatt and I am doing everything that every doctor is telling me to do!"
"I know," she says simply. "I am glad to hear that." She pulls an elastic band out of her hair, freeing her curls. A breeze comes up. "Lean in," she says, doing so herself.
They stand there and let the gusts play across their faces and through their hair.
"I was just joking," Cristina says, looking directly at Owen. He won’t meet her eyes. "That’s what us women do. We look at catalogues and we joke about them but we don’t necessarily buy them."
He sets his mouth in a firm line and digs his hands in his jacket pockets.
"What, you won’t talk with me?" she says incredulously. "This is the first time I’ve been in the same room with you in two months!"
He ducks his head down. "It’s hard," he mumbles. "I’m so fucking sick of talking. I don’t like talking. But I am doing it. For you. And me. And you’re thinking about getting a vibrator?"
"Give me your hands," she says firmly. He doesn’t move. She ducks her head down to look up at his face. "Give. Me. Your. Hands."
He sighs and pulls his hands out of his pockets, placing them in hers. Another gust comes up, and they stand there in silence until it passes.
"I’m waiting for you," she whispers, silently willing him to look at her. "I’m not thinking of anyone else, or anything. I only think of you." She gently squeezes his hands.
He does look at her quickly then, uncertainly.
"Really," she breathes. "If there’s anything I can do to help, I will."
He clears his throat. "Dr Wyatt thinks it would be a good idea if you saw her too." He looks at her quickly before looking away. "You know, for the – fear."
Cristina pauses. She didn’t expect him to suggest that she seek therapy too. She does not do therapy. She looks at his profile, the rugged features that occupy her mind day and night.
"Okay," she says softly. "But only for you."
He looks sideways at her. "Thank you."
She squeezes his hands again.
He looks directly at her and speaks. "And no buying vibrators."
She arches an eyebrow, then relaxes when she sees a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"No buying vibrators," she chuckles, releasing his hands. "But I am going to stock up on edible panties."
He laughs. And with a renewed sway in her hips, she walks out of the room.
Author:
angelamermaidPairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: Mature
Summary: Oh just read it
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
jeribearrn, your non-food prompt is "morning wood". :-DCallie and Cristina corner Meredith at the ER nurses station.
"You know that lame wedding shower Izzie has planned for you?" Cristina asks with a smirk.
"I know," Meredith sighs. "Please don’t call it lame in front of her."
"We won’t," Callie promises. "We thought we’d throw you a second wedding shower. An unofficial shower, wink wink."
Cristina smiles and pulls a catalogue out of her jacket. "We’re going to have a Fantasy Toy party at our place for you!"
Meredith laughs, looking at the catalogue. "A sex toy party?"
"You bet!" Cristina flips it open. "Look at these vibrators! So many choices! I just might get this one, with the dolphin shape."
"Cristina," Callie says.
"Or this one, with the rubber prongs there," Cristina blithely continues. Meredith laughs.
"Cristina!" Callie snaps. Meredith looks up and behind Cristina, her face growing serious. Cristina turns around, seeing a familiar figure turning and walking briskly down the hall away from her.
"Owen!" she groans. She turns around and looks at her friends. "Tell me he didn’t overhear me."
"He overhead you," Callie says grimly. She looks cautiously at Meredith. "My friend in Psych says he hasn’t missed a session with Dr Wyatt," she says quickly.
Meredith sighs. "Derek says he’s been very serious about doing everything he is asked to do." She looks at Cristina. "I won’t stop you if you want to talk with him. But just talk!"
Cristina turns without a word and follows Owen. Even though she didn’t see him use the door to the stairwell, she knows that he did. She goes down the stairs and straight to the vent.
He’s standing on it, just as she knew he would be. He looks at her with a dark expression, then quickly looks away. "Not now," he says.
"Yes, now," she shoots back, standing in front of him. "I was just –"
"I am trying!" he grumbles. "I am going to Dr Wyatt and I am doing everything that every doctor is telling me to do!"
"I know," she says simply. "I am glad to hear that." She pulls an elastic band out of her hair, freeing her curls. A breeze comes up. "Lean in," she says, doing so herself.
They stand there and let the gusts play across their faces and through their hair.
"I was just joking," Cristina says, looking directly at Owen. He won’t meet her eyes. "That’s what us women do. We look at catalogues and we joke about them but we don’t necessarily buy them."
He sets his mouth in a firm line and digs his hands in his jacket pockets.
"What, you won’t talk with me?" she says incredulously. "This is the first time I’ve been in the same room with you in two months!"
He ducks his head down. "It’s hard," he mumbles. "I’m so fucking sick of talking. I don’t like talking. But I am doing it. For you. And me. And you’re thinking about getting a vibrator?"
"Give me your hands," she says firmly. He doesn’t move. She ducks her head down to look up at his face. "Give. Me. Your. Hands."
He sighs and pulls his hands out of his pockets, placing them in hers. Another gust comes up, and they stand there in silence until it passes.
"I’m waiting for you," she whispers, silently willing him to look at her. "I’m not thinking of anyone else, or anything. I only think of you." She gently squeezes his hands.
He does look at her quickly then, uncertainly.
"Really," she breathes. "If there’s anything I can do to help, I will."
He clears his throat. "Dr Wyatt thinks it would be a good idea if you saw her too." He looks at her quickly before looking away. "You know, for the – fear."
Cristina pauses. She didn’t expect him to suggest that she seek therapy too. She does not do therapy. She looks at his profile, the rugged features that occupy her mind day and night.
"Okay," she says softly. "But only for you."
He looks sideways at her. "Thank you."
She squeezes his hands again.
He looks directly at her and speaks. "And no buying vibrators."
She arches an eyebrow, then relaxes when she sees a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"No buying vibrators," she chuckles, releasing his hands. "But I am going to stock up on edible panties."
He laughs. And with a renewed sway in her hips, she walks out of the room.
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Date: 2009-04-05 01:55 am (UTC)And you are so getting it for your next prompt.
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Date: 2009-04-05 02:30 am (UTC)And I'm finishing up a chapter of Hold You In My Arms, and then I'm writing my very very dirty fic.
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Date: 2009-04-05 02:05 am (UTC)LOVE this line: "I’m so fucking sick of talking. I don’t like talking. But I am doing it."
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Date: 2009-04-05 03:14 am (UTC)Nice to have a real conversation in a very few words!
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Date: 2009-04-05 03:19 am (UTC)Love the creativity resulting from this challenge! Will the GA writers measure up to these standards after the hiatus???
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Date: 2009-04-05 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-05 03:22 am (UTC)Awesome.
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Date: 2009-04-05 03:33 am (UTC)The only thing those two procrastinated on was the sex!
Yowsa!
Date: 2009-04-05 03:28 am (UTC)I think it's time to dirty it up ;)
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Date: 2009-04-05 03:33 am (UTC)You ARE planning summer writing contests, are you not? No pressure.
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Date: 2009-04-05 04:46 am (UTC)Liked the change up.
Thank you for this contest :)
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Date: 2009-04-05 10:49 am (UTC)Really in character portrayal of Owen, as well. Always a plus. XD
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