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Fic battle - "I Touch Myself" song prompt
Title: Past, Present, Future
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angelamermaid
Pairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: With that prompt? Mature.
Summary: Cristina opens a compartment.
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 prompt is "mother".
It’s another day on Dr Hunt’s service in the ER. 'Dr Hunt', Cristina tells herself. That’s how she can keep it professional during their separation. He’s Dr Hunt. Not Owen. Not now.
Dr Hunt. For how much longer? They’re both seeing Dr Wyatt now. This is why she now requests to be on his service again. And he is looking good today. He’s joking with the staff and the patients, and his face is less guarded when he looks at her. She feels like a missing piece is slowly being restored to her life. How much longer?
A three year old child comes in with a high fever. And pukes all over Dr Hunt. He simply wipes the vomit off with a towel as he calms the child and his parents down. Only once the patient has been settled, and they walk away, does he make a face. "Be right back, I have to change my scrubs," he says to her, gesturing at his stained clothing, before walking away.
Unbidden, an image of him appears in her mind. She’s lifting up the edge of his scrubs, his arms are raised, helping her remove his shirt, and he’s revealing his broad chest to her. His skin is pale and the hair on his muscled arms is blonde.
Oh god, she moans internally, feeling flushed. She heads straight to the nurses’ station, for a cup of cold water.
She’s been totally celibate, not even thinking about sex. Love. Making love. They had that one magical experience and then she knew she had to break up with him. She carefully compartmentalized that memory of the love they made together. If she kept reliving that experience, she would never have been able to keep her distance. She quickly drinks the cool liquid. Then pours herself another portion and drinks that too. She checks her watch. One more hour and I can go home. She grasps her clipboard and tries to think about the next patient.
It doesn’t help when he appears in fresh dark blue scrubs. He was the one to get out of bed first. He withdrew his arms and said, "I understand." He sat up, threw off the blankets, and climbed out of the bed, right over me. I cried and I watched him get dressed, pulling his scrubs back on, and I could not stop whispering "I’m sorry." He looked at me with haunted eyes and said, "Don’t be sorry. I know we have to do this. I’m going to get help." He reached down and stroked my hair one last time. And then he walked out of the on call room and my life.
"Dr Yang?" Dr Hunt looks at her with a slight smile.
"Sorry," she mutters. "Next we have a 45 year old woman with gastro-intestinal pain ..."
**
Cristina gets through the last hour of her shift through sheer force of will. She quickly changes in the locker room and goes straight home. The apartment is empty. She removes her coat and shoes, then turns on the radio. "Dance it out, Yang," she tells herself.
Callie left the radio on a 90’s station. Cristina starts dancing, swaying her hips to the Madonna song playing. She’s just started getting into the music, when the song ends and another one starts.
She pauses when she recognizes the lyrics.
"I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me"
Above me. He was above me, his face full of wonder, his naked body pressed against mine.
"I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me"
It was like I had never been touched before. He explored my body with tenderness and consideration, awed that we were together at last. I felt so beautiful inside and out, and it was because of what we created together.
"I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else oh no, oh no, oh no"
She walks over to the radio and turns it off, overwhelmed. She hugs herself, swaying slightly.
She sighs. She goes into the bathroom and strips, since she didn’t shower at the hospital. She turns on the water, steps under the stream, adjusting the temperature. She senses the heated moisture between her legs, and adds more cold water to the stream. She grabs her shampoo bottle and squirts an amount of scented liquid into her hand. She quickly works it through her hair.
He helped me pull my headband off, tugging it out of my curls. He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair and whispered, "beautiful."
"Not helping," she mutters to herself, rinsing the shampoo out. She adds more hot water to the shower stream, then grabs her loofah and squirts some body wash onto it. She attacks her arms.
He was buried deep within me, stroking my arms, kissing my hand. I thought our first time would be rough and urgent, but it was slow and tender, and it was making love, we made the truest love, so pure I thought we lit up the room with the light within us.
She moans, leaning against the glass of the shower wall, as the memories begin to cascade and her toes start to curl on their own. One hand clutches a breast, as the other goes between her legs.
She moves her thumb against her erect nipple. He loves having his nipples touched. Her fingers rub and manipulate her clit. Oh god, his fingers. She lets the memories wash over her as the water rains down, and she gets reacquainted with her body and her sexuality. Her climax comes with a bright burst, and she staggers with the force of it.
Gasping, she comes back to the present. She grabs her loofah again, to really get clean this time.
She only sees Dr Wyatt for him. Dr Wyatt doesn’t like that, and tells her so repeatedly. Now, Cristina gets it. She has healing to do for herself. She smiles – yes, it was time to let that memory out of its compartment. So she can move forward to the day when she can finally step into Owen’s arms again.
Author:
angelamermaidPairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: With that prompt? Mature.
Summary: Cristina opens a compartment.
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 prompt is "mother".It’s another day on Dr Hunt’s service in the ER. 'Dr Hunt', Cristina tells herself. That’s how she can keep it professional during their separation. He’s Dr Hunt. Not Owen. Not now.
Dr Hunt. For how much longer? They’re both seeing Dr Wyatt now. This is why she now requests to be on his service again. And he is looking good today. He’s joking with the staff and the patients, and his face is less guarded when he looks at her. She feels like a missing piece is slowly being restored to her life. How much longer?
A three year old child comes in with a high fever. And pukes all over Dr Hunt. He simply wipes the vomit off with a towel as he calms the child and his parents down. Only once the patient has been settled, and they walk away, does he make a face. "Be right back, I have to change my scrubs," he says to her, gesturing at his stained clothing, before walking away.
Unbidden, an image of him appears in her mind. She’s lifting up the edge of his scrubs, his arms are raised, helping her remove his shirt, and he’s revealing his broad chest to her. His skin is pale and the hair on his muscled arms is blonde.
Oh god, she moans internally, feeling flushed. She heads straight to the nurses’ station, for a cup of cold water.
She’s been totally celibate, not even thinking about sex. Love. Making love. They had that one magical experience and then she knew she had to break up with him. She carefully compartmentalized that memory of the love they made together. If she kept reliving that experience, she would never have been able to keep her distance. She quickly drinks the cool liquid. Then pours herself another portion and drinks that too. She checks her watch. One more hour and I can go home. She grasps her clipboard and tries to think about the next patient.
It doesn’t help when he appears in fresh dark blue scrubs. He was the one to get out of bed first. He withdrew his arms and said, "I understand." He sat up, threw off the blankets, and climbed out of the bed, right over me. I cried and I watched him get dressed, pulling his scrubs back on, and I could not stop whispering "I’m sorry." He looked at me with haunted eyes and said, "Don’t be sorry. I know we have to do this. I’m going to get help." He reached down and stroked my hair one last time. And then he walked out of the on call room and my life.
"Dr Yang?" Dr Hunt looks at her with a slight smile.
"Sorry," she mutters. "Next we have a 45 year old woman with gastro-intestinal pain ..."
**
Cristina gets through the last hour of her shift through sheer force of will. She quickly changes in the locker room and goes straight home. The apartment is empty. She removes her coat and shoes, then turns on the radio. "Dance it out, Yang," she tells herself.
Callie left the radio on a 90’s station. Cristina starts dancing, swaying her hips to the Madonna song playing. She’s just started getting into the music, when the song ends and another one starts.
She pauses when she recognizes the lyrics.
"I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me"
Above me. He was above me, his face full of wonder, his naked body pressed against mine.
"I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me"
It was like I had never been touched before. He explored my body with tenderness and consideration, awed that we were together at last. I felt so beautiful inside and out, and it was because of what we created together.
"I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else oh no, oh no, oh no"
She walks over to the radio and turns it off, overwhelmed. She hugs herself, swaying slightly.
She sighs. She goes into the bathroom and strips, since she didn’t shower at the hospital. She turns on the water, steps under the stream, adjusting the temperature. She senses the heated moisture between her legs, and adds more cold water to the stream. She grabs her shampoo bottle and squirts an amount of scented liquid into her hand. She quickly works it through her hair.
He helped me pull my headband off, tugging it out of my curls. He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair and whispered, "beautiful."
"Not helping," she mutters to herself, rinsing the shampoo out. She adds more hot water to the shower stream, then grabs her loofah and squirts some body wash onto it. She attacks her arms.
He was buried deep within me, stroking my arms, kissing my hand. I thought our first time would be rough and urgent, but it was slow and tender, and it was making love, we made the truest love, so pure I thought we lit up the room with the light within us.
She moans, leaning against the glass of the shower wall, as the memories begin to cascade and her toes start to curl on their own. One hand clutches a breast, as the other goes between her legs.
She moves her thumb against her erect nipple. He loves having his nipples touched. Her fingers rub and manipulate her clit. Oh god, his fingers. She lets the memories wash over her as the water rains down, and she gets reacquainted with her body and her sexuality. Her climax comes with a bright burst, and she staggers with the force of it.
Gasping, she comes back to the present. She grabs her loofah again, to really get clean this time.
She only sees Dr Wyatt for him. Dr Wyatt doesn’t like that, and tells her so repeatedly. Now, Cristina gets it. She has healing to do for herself. She smiles – yes, it was time to let that memory out of its compartment. So she can move forward to the day when she can finally step into Owen’s arms again.
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I loved the way you described their conversation before he left the on call room, and her thoughts when she remembered the love scene.
And...can I say that I wanted Owen to step into the shower unnoticed? ;)
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I've already had one surprise shower appearance in this battle! But yeah, that would have been hot. :-D
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And I can definitely deal with mother. :)
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I'm sure you can handle "mother", I'm just curious to see which mother you choose. :-)
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i really like this fic battle. turns out hiatuses are good for something
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1) Owen was calm about the vomit. Excellent father material
2) Moving way your captured Cristina's pain over the break-up
3) Perfect ending. "Now, Cristina gets it. She has healing to do for herself."
Bravo! Bellissimo.
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And when it comes to crediting icon makers, usually people say "Made by namehere". What you did was fine. :-)
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Telling you -- I'm getting confused now with what happened on the show, and what happened (or what I want to have happened) in these fan fics. Great going.
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