FIC PROMPT - Dance it Out
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in_the_afterAuthor: mrspierson
Title: Private Dancer
Summary: Owen has a mini fantasy as he watches Cristina dance.
Rating: R
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.
Owen hadn’t been sure what he was getting himself into when Derek had asked if he wanted to come over for a beer after work. They’d had lunch together a few times since Derek had given Owen his MRI and referred him to Dr. Wyatt. He had even joined Derek and Mark once or twice after work for a beer over at Joe’s. But he had never been to Derek’s house, his trailer yes, but never his house. That had been off limits because Derek wasn’t the only one who lived there. Meredith lived there too and right now Owen knew he wasn’t one of her favourite people.
He shook his head in disbelief as he drove over to Derek’s house. Why couldn’t they have just gone to Joe’s? Truth be told, Owen wasn’t even sure if Meredith would be there or not but still, the idea of being in her house, knowing that she had issues with him, didn’t sit well with Owen.
As he parked in front of Derek’s house, Owen noticed that Meredith’s jeep was parked in the driveway. Shit, he thought. She is home. He could hear the music blaring even before he open his door. Climbing out of his truck, Owen slowly made his way towards the front door, with the music getting louder the closer he go to the house.
By the time he got to the front door, the music was so loud that he could make out the lyrics and immediately recognized Duffy’s “Mercy” booming out from the stereo. He knocked on the door but after a few minutes no one had answered. He tried knocking again. He even rang the doorbell, but still no one came.
It was then that he noticed the large bay window, just to the left of the front door. He could see people moving around inside and he moved closer to get a better look. Inside, what appeared to be Meredith’s living room, were Meredith, Lexie, Callie and Cristina, all dancing to the music, completely oblivious to anything else.
Owen felt the slightest trace of a smile touch his lips as he watched Cristina dancing with all her friends. This must be that whole “dance it out” thing that Derek mentioned Owen thought, never taking his eyes off Cristina. She seemed so happy. Like the Cristina he had met so long ago, in the before.
He watched as she moved to the music, clearly the best dancer out of the bunch. Her hips swayed to the beat, her arms waving gracefully in the air. Her hair was loose and she was barefoot. She had on tight, dark jeans that clung to her body in all the right places and a light grey tank top that stopped just an inch or two above her belly button and left little to the imagination.
And what an imagination Owen had.
Owen imagined that she was dancing in her own living room, moving to the music just like she was at Meredith’s. Only this time she was alone and she wouldn’t hear when he slowly opened her door and let himself in. She wouldn’t hear him as he crossed the room to stand behind her.
He imagined the way Cristina would let out a little gasp as he griped her hips from behind and started kissing the back of her neck.
The way she would lean into him and allow him access to all his favourite spots.
He would slowly turn her around to face him, his lips never leaving her body for a second. He would see the way her nipples were already hard for him with just the slightest touch. He imagined that Cristina, being Cristina, would be impatient and want to strip away all their clothes and just get down to it but that he would be more patient because he would have other plans.
Plans that included teasing her nipples through the thin cotton of her tank top, first with his hands and then with his tongue. He imagined the way he would smile into her chest as she moaned his name and begged him to hurry up. He’d give in a little bit. Finally removing her shirt but still leaving her jeans firmly zipped up while he paid strict attention to her breasts.
Yes, as Owen watched Cristina dancing through the window, he imagined all the ways in which his mouth would drive her crazy. Then he imagined, as his mouth continued its torturous assault against her breasts, he would slowly unzip her jeans and pull them off, he panties as well. He would let his fingers migrate from her breasts, past the flat plane of her stomach, over her dainty hips, finally reaching her already wet center.
He would slowly dip one finger in and watch her eyes fly open at the new sensation. A smile would cross his lips as she closed her eyes again and let him, or rather his finger, work their magic. Owen thought about how he would drive Cristina closer and closer to the brink and each time she was nearly there, pull her back again and watch as she tried to catch her breath. He imagined her face flushed with arousal and excitement.
And he thought about how when neither of them could take it anymore, he would thrust into her, burying himself in her softness - the way she would cling to him, rather, they way they would cling to each other, as they reached euphoria.
And finally, as he watched Cristina dancing through the window, Owen imagined that once the after shocks of their love making had subsided, that Cristina would fall asleep in his arms. Because he was whole. Because he was healed. Because she felt safe again.
~The End~
Title: Private Dancer
Summary: Owen has a mini fantasy as he watches Cristina dance.
Rating: R
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.
Owen hadn’t been sure what he was getting himself into when Derek had asked if he wanted to come over for a beer after work. They’d had lunch together a few times since Derek had given Owen his MRI and referred him to Dr. Wyatt. He had even joined Derek and Mark once or twice after work for a beer over at Joe’s. But he had never been to Derek’s house, his trailer yes, but never his house. That had been off limits because Derek wasn’t the only one who lived there. Meredith lived there too and right now Owen knew he wasn’t one of her favourite people.
He shook his head in disbelief as he drove over to Derek’s house. Why couldn’t they have just gone to Joe’s? Truth be told, Owen wasn’t even sure if Meredith would be there or not but still, the idea of being in her house, knowing that she had issues with him, didn’t sit well with Owen.
As he parked in front of Derek’s house, Owen noticed that Meredith’s jeep was parked in the driveway. Shit, he thought. She is home. He could hear the music blaring even before he open his door. Climbing out of his truck, Owen slowly made his way towards the front door, with the music getting louder the closer he go to the house.
By the time he got to the front door, the music was so loud that he could make out the lyrics and immediately recognized Duffy’s “Mercy” booming out from the stereo. He knocked on the door but after a few minutes no one had answered. He tried knocking again. He even rang the doorbell, but still no one came.
It was then that he noticed the large bay window, just to the left of the front door. He could see people moving around inside and he moved closer to get a better look. Inside, what appeared to be Meredith’s living room, were Meredith, Lexie, Callie and Cristina, all dancing to the music, completely oblivious to anything else.
Owen felt the slightest trace of a smile touch his lips as he watched Cristina dancing with all her friends. This must be that whole “dance it out” thing that Derek mentioned Owen thought, never taking his eyes off Cristina. She seemed so happy. Like the Cristina he had met so long ago, in the before.
He watched as she moved to the music, clearly the best dancer out of the bunch. Her hips swayed to the beat, her arms waving gracefully in the air. Her hair was loose and she was barefoot. She had on tight, dark jeans that clung to her body in all the right places and a light grey tank top that stopped just an inch or two above her belly button and left little to the imagination.
And what an imagination Owen had.
Owen imagined that she was dancing in her own living room, moving to the music just like she was at Meredith’s. Only this time she was alone and she wouldn’t hear when he slowly opened her door and let himself in. She wouldn’t hear him as he crossed the room to stand behind her.
He imagined the way Cristina would let out a little gasp as he griped her hips from behind and started kissing the back of her neck.
The way she would lean into him and allow him access to all his favourite spots.
He would slowly turn her around to face him, his lips never leaving her body for a second. He would see the way her nipples were already hard for him with just the slightest touch. He imagined that Cristina, being Cristina, would be impatient and want to strip away all their clothes and just get down to it but that he would be more patient because he would have other plans.
Plans that included teasing her nipples through the thin cotton of her tank top, first with his hands and then with his tongue. He imagined the way he would smile into her chest as she moaned his name and begged him to hurry up. He’d give in a little bit. Finally removing her shirt but still leaving her jeans firmly zipped up while he paid strict attention to her breasts.
Yes, as Owen watched Cristina dancing through the window, he imagined all the ways in which his mouth would drive her crazy. Then he imagined, as his mouth continued its torturous assault against her breasts, he would slowly unzip her jeans and pull them off, he panties as well. He would let his fingers migrate from her breasts, past the flat plane of her stomach, over her dainty hips, finally reaching her already wet center.
He would slowly dip one finger in and watch her eyes fly open at the new sensation. A smile would cross his lips as she closed her eyes again and let him, or rather his finger, work their magic. Owen thought about how he would drive Cristina closer and closer to the brink and each time she was nearly there, pull her back again and watch as she tried to catch her breath. He imagined her face flushed with arousal and excitement.
And he thought about how when neither of them could take it anymore, he would thrust into her, burying himself in her softness - the way she would cling to him, rather, they way they would cling to each other, as they reached euphoria.
And finally, as he watched Cristina dancing through the window, Owen imagined that once the after shocks of their love making had subsided, that Cristina would fall asleep in his arms. Because he was whole. Because he was healed. Because she felt safe again.
~The End~
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Date: 2009-04-05 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-05 06:56 am (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2009-04-05 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-05 02:18 pm (UTC)You led to this last paragraph perfectly, and the way it was written was just beautiful.
And thanks for making Owen not "quick and dirty" but rather "slow and emotional" (it's defintely the way I like him).
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Date: 2009-04-05 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-05 05:01 pm (UTC)This was wonderful. That's what hurt Owen the most, that the woman he loved was too scared to fall asleep in his arms.
I do hope you continue this!
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Date: 2009-04-05 06:23 pm (UTC)Nice job with this :)
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Date: 2009-04-05 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 01:36 am (UTC)I'm not sure if this will have more than one chapter or not - I'm better at one-shots than I am at chapter stories :)
I had so much trouch with this in the beginning but once I decided to make it "dirty" the words just started to flow :P
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Date: 2009-04-06 02:47 am (UTC)