in_the_after | Fanfiction: Work Me Like a 9 to 5

Title: Work Me Like a 9 to 5
Author:

princessxleah
Pairing: Owen/Cristina
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 6, but nothing major if you've already seen the episodes thus far.
Summary: Extension of a conversation Cristina had with Meredith and Alex in my fanfic Don't Close Your Eyes or We'll Fade. Cristina has done it in some pretty random places in the hospital.

A/N: The dialogue in italics are excerpts from the original story in which these scenarios are taken from.

"I'm thinking…"

Meredith stared at her in horror. "What do you need to think about? How many places have you had sex in this hospital that you don't know which is the most random one to have sex in?"

"...I guess the vent. Or on the Chief's desk. Whichever."

Meredith was shocked. "Cristina!"

Alex grinned. "Nice."

Cristina shrugged. "Yeah."

"The Chief's...I had a meeting with him in his office the other day!"

"Hey, that one was not my idea." Cristina considered a moment. "Well, it was. But Owen was the one who actually arranged it." She grinned. "That was a good lunch break."

*****

one

Hang a please don't disturb sign
Pull my back into a slow grind
Runnin' chills up and down my spine...

“But I’m eating.” Cristina knew she was whining and didn’t much care as Owen led her away from her table, where a confused Meredith and an indifferent Alex sat, eating their lunches. Like she wanted to be doing right now.

“You’ll be able to eat if you want.” The playful tone of Owen’s voice did not escape her notice, but damn it, she was starving and she was to scrub into surgery in a couple of hours, and she had really, really wanted that sandwich and some of Alex’s fries.

“Just because you’re the interim Chief it does not mean you get to use your power to take lunch away from me,” Cristina grumbled, but she was mildly curious now. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“To where the interim Chief has his lunch.” Owen guided her with a hand on her back to the glass-walled office on her right, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Patricia is out for the next two hours.”

“And I care about that because…” Cristina’s voice trailed off as she watched Owen lower the blinds down, comprehension dawning as he shrugged out of his lab coat, tossing it easily onto the rack near the door. “You did it.”

“I did.” The grin on face was mischievous and lustful all at once. He stepped towards her, playing with the drawstring on her scrub pants, using the string to tug her closer to him. “You always said you wanted to do it on the Chief’s desk one day.” His mouth trailed hot kisses on her collarbone while his clever fingers darted into her waistband. “And I thought you’d look much better spread out over the desk than all this paperwork.” His fingers grazed the skin of her hip, teasingly slow in sliding down her body, his mouth nipping playfully at her neck.

“And you call me the devil,” Cristina purred, wrapping a leg around his hip, all thoughts of food forgotten. “Using your Chief powers for evil…” She clicked her tongue, mock-chastising her boyfriend even as she slid her hands into his waistband, seeking to extricate the tucked-in top he wore. “They’ll never ask you to take over for the Chief again.” She punctuated her statement with a brief swipe of her tongue just underneath his ear.

“Hell.” Owen growled, grabbing the underside of her thighs and lifting her up into his arms. “It’s worth it.” His mouth covered hers as they made their way clumsily to the desk, Cristina pulling at Owen’s scrub top and blocking his view for a moment as it covered his face before it hit the floor, and Owen reciprocating in taking her top of and working at the hooks of her bra blindly.

No sooner than had Owen deposited her on the desk than the office phone rang, breaking their kiss abruptly and causing Cristina to pout as a shirtless Owen stood up.

“One minute.” He kissed her pouting mouth briefly before walking around the desk and sitting in the chair there, grabbing paper and a pen as he picked up the phone. “Dr. Hunt.”

Cristina wrinkled her nose as she lay there half naked on the desk. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right. Phone calls notwithstanding.

So she sat up on the desk, performing a neat seat spin so that she was facing Owen where he spoke on the phone, occasionally making notes on the pad of paper in front of him. She hooked her feet onto the leather chair so that it rolled forward, closer to the desk where she lounged. Owen shot her a look as he talked on the phone, but she ignored him, her feet on either side of the chair. Deliberately, she slipped her pants down her legs, allowing them to slide off of her body and onto his lap. He studiously continued his conversation, tossing the pants onto the floor lightly, the only sign she had flustered him a small smile on his face.

Oh, she wasn’t finished yet. She smirked back as she launched herself forward so that she was straddling his lap.

“Uh…I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” Owen rested his hand on her thigh, tracing the soft skin for a moment before he stopped, trying to restrain himself. He looked away from her, trying to avoid her gaze as she grinned, the evidence of his desire pressing between her thighs and blowing his mock-indifference to hell. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“You’re so hard between my legs, baby.”

Owen swallowed. “Yes, I’m painfully aware of that. I mean, uh, yes sir. Yes.” The strained expression on his face almost caused to her to burst out laughing.

She settled instead for giggling against his ear. “Do you know how wet you’re making me? All stern and businesslike?” Her teeth grazed his lobe before she softened it with a light lick of her tongue. “You’re so hot when you’re pretending to ignore a hot half-naked woman on your lap.”

His jaw tightened as he listened on the phone, and she could feel him pulsing painfully against her thigh. She considered taking pity on him. Just for a moment, though.

“You know, I really am so hungry.” She made sure to drag out the ‘o’ in ‘so’ as long as possible. “I think I’ll have something to eat while I wait for you.”

“Good!” Owen’s voice was emphatic. “I-yes, I strongly agree with that decision. Sir.” His look was begging now, pleading with her to hold off on her teasing for just a little longer.

Too bad for him. He started this, and she was so going to finish this.

So she slid down his shirtless torso, making sure to lick happily at the rapidly flushed skin of his chest and the hardened nipples, the muscles of his stomach, and tugged his pants and boxers off on the way down, so that they rested around his ankles and he was bare as he struggled to keep the conversation going on the phone, failing miserably in his endeavor.

“I’m sure that I can speak to Dr. Shepherd regarding the matter...Yes…The scans can be sent here…the head…oh God, yes. The head…so good…the head…scans, I mean…would be…absolutely fantastic. What? The head scans…CT! Yes. Those.” Owen was practically babbling as Cristina happily suckled his length from her position on her knees.

“Uh…huh. Her doctor needs to inform the family that the surgery will be…intense. Slow. Slow…steady…torturous…” Owen’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head as his hand entangled in her hair. “Uh, that is, long. Several hours. Until…Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore…Uh, rather, until the surgeon feels, that it is too…much…invasive! I mean…” He bucked helplessly against her mouth. “You know what? I think Dr. Shepherd could talk you through it more coherently-um, thoroughly. Let me have him give you a call. Okay. Goodbye!”

Cristina was pretty sure that the phone did not make it back in its cradle but she didn’t care and clearly Owen didn’t either as he pulled her up only to push her back onto the desk, papers, folders, and files scattering hopelessly, and her panties landed somewhere on the other side of the office as he spread her legs apart and leaned over her, his voice strangled.

“You. Evil.” He pawed at her sides and slid his tongue along her breast as he pinned her to the desk. His cock pressed at her entrance, and her hips jerked against his.

“No, you are. Making me wait all this time.” Her voice was breathy and eager now, longing for him to take her.

“You and your “eating,” retorted Owen, sliding his hand between her legs, pressing his thumb briefly to her clit before tasting the wetness that had positively soaked his hand and stained her thighs.

“I suppose now you want me to apologize. Make me beg for it.” Cristina moaned at the loss of his hand. “Torture me. Get payback.” Her breathing was ragged as she spoke, thinking of all of the ways he could drag this out, make her beg.

He surprised as with a firm stroke, he slid inside of her, hoisting her legs so far over his shoulders that she was half off of the desk. Owen’s voice was low and heated as he spoke.

“Right now I want to make you scream.”

His body slammed into her again and again with a force that made the desk rattle ominously, that made her work her hips to meet his every thrust and cries to be ripped from her lips with every movement. She clawed at the desk, her breasts, his chest, his back, the pleasure inside of her building to the breaking point and she knew she wasn’t long for any kind of coherency.

Owen seemed to read her mind as his hand dragged down her sweaty stomach, his fingers flitting to where they were joined, rubbing her clit and his mouth hitting the spot on her breast that was one of her more sensitive spots, sending a jolt through her already on edge body, and she did indeed scream his name as she came, muffled by her teeth sinking into his broad shoulder.

Her final cry seemed to tip Owen into overdrive, and it was with a groan that he came, his forehead pressing against Cristina’s and his hand gripping her breast roughly. She purred into his ear as he sank into her, his heat making her dizzy and sated as she lay back on the desk, allowing his lips to caress hers once more as he came back down, as he withdrew from her, licking the beads of sweat that made her collarbone slick and salty.

“Rowr.” Cristina nibbled at his jawline, his rough beard scraping her face.

“Does that mean missing lunch was worth it?” Owen nuzzled her neck before working his way back down to her breasts, nibbling her tender skin.

“Maybe.” Cristina hedged, the smirk spreading across her face contrasting sharply with the contented shine in her eyes.

Owen chuckled, low in his throat. “You don’t have surgery until 3:00, right?”

“Yeah.”

“In that case…” Owen stood up, pulling Cristina up with him and flipping her around so that she was lying on her stomach on the desk. “I’ll think I’ll take that payback now.” He smacked her ass lightly, just a hint of what was to be an even better lunch break.

*****

"Dude. Forget the chief's desk. The vent?"

"Don't knock it until you've tried it."

"Yeah, the vent?! Are you kidding? Wait. What vent?...What the hell is wrong with you people?"

*****

two

Can you put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline...

They could have used an on-call room, but they always used the on-call rooms, and after a particularly awkward incident where Bailey had wanted to sleep and they hadn’t locked the door and…well, Cristina had blocked out the rest, thankfully, they had made the unspoken decision to be a bit more unpredictable about where they decided to…meet …in the hospital.

And really, who was going to find them here, of all places?

Owen tugged at her hair even as it flew wildly in the gust of air, his other hand creeping to her ass and squeezing it roughly. Her hands slid underneath his shirt, teasing his nipples and sliding her hand across his chest and down toward his stomach, towards his cock until her hand was cupping his erection gleefully. He growled into her mouth, wasting no more time in sliding her scrub pants and underwear to the floor, her following his lead and divesting him of his dark blue pants. He pulled her hips close to his, and her body pulsed as she felt his cock pressing proudly against her stomach. Just as she was taking his length into her hand, however, Cristina’s pager went off.

“Shit.” There hadn’t been any action all day, and now her pager was going off. “It’s going to have to be a quickie.”

“So what are we waiting for?” Owen didn’t bother with waiting for a response, but grabbed her ass and lifted her, impaling her on him right there where they stood on the vent, no walls to brace them. She moaned as she clung to dear life for his shoulders, trusting his chiseled arms to keep her from hitting the ground from which the air was now blasting, the rush of air making her body tingle even more as she started moving against him.

They both had to work the angle especially hard as there was nothing to keep them steady, but Owen’s hands were steady even as his mouth wandered, suckling her breast through her scrub top and thin bra, and Cristina’s lean legs wrapped comfortably around Owen’s waist, clutching his face tight to where it was hot and wet against her nipple.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Owen murmured huskily, his body indicating that he was ready for his release as his movements became less controlled and more intense, his hand gripping her hips tightly. “I’ve got you.”

That was all Cristina needed as she wrapped an arm around Owen’s neck and let the other gravitate toward her throbbing clit, curling her fingers in the way that she craved and nearly fell as her limbs slackened around Owen, her release hitting hard and melting every functioning part of her body. It was only Owen’s arms and sheer luck that kept her from hitting the floor, and she thought she was done for even more as Owen came hard, his body convulsing where he stood and his groan deep in the sounds of the air rushing around them. He was steadfast though, and even as his legs were a bit unsteady, his arms never loosened.

Cristina’s pager went off again, and both Owen and Cristina groaned, though this time it was not with pleasure. Owen set Cristina back onto the ground reluctantly, and Cristina grabbed her discarded scrub pants and underwear and the pager that was still clipped to the pants.

“Meredith. Izzie is back. She wants me to go see her.”

“Okay.” Owen prepared to put on his own pants and get back up to work, but as Cristina watched him, she made an instantaneous decision.

“Izzie’s been gone for months. She can wait.”

Owen raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Cristina pressed against him again, backing him up against the wall and only removing her lips from his long enough for her shirt to join her pants on the floor.

“Why is your shirt still on?”

The sound of the vent muffled his answer, but the actions of his shirt hitting the ground and his eagerness to press her into the wall, and one hand undoing her bra seemed to speak louder than any words he could possibly think to say.

*****

Meredith's train of thought suddenly changed course. "Wait. So when I went to Owen's office last week you weren't there for a consult about that patient, were you?" Her accusing gaze was directed at Cristina.

"Not so much." Cristina put her hands behind her head. "It wasn't on his desk, if that makes you feel any better."

Meredith grimaced. "Not so much."

*****

three

Straight sweatin', our bodies are rubbin'
Gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5...

Cristina thoroughly enjoyed when Owen was in this kind of mood. The kind of mood where when she entered his office, he dropped whatever he was doing and pressed her eagerly up against the door, his mouth roving her neck and his hand…oh, when his hand was right there and very creative in the way it maneuvered its way down her body...

“Somebody’s feeling playful today,” Cristina murmured, allowing him to lift her against the door. Her head fell back, hitting the closed door with a thud as his fingers began to elicit waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“Somebody isn’t wearing underwear today.” Owen’s hand cupped her ass as if to punctuate the statement before sliding his hand between her legs, his mouth on her jaw matching the tantalizingly slow movements of his fingers. “Going commando looks good on you.”

“Oh…God…” Cristina panted as he pulled her down slightly, impaling her on his length slowly and sensuously, allowing every inch to disappear inside of her and fill her to the hilt. “I’ll never buy underwear again.”

“Good.” Owen growled, pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming once again back inside of her, setting the pace that was deliciously slow, but no less intense than when they fucked fast and hard.

With every rut Cristina hit the door hard, her limbs tightening even more around his hard body and her toes curling against the back of his thighs to the point where they were cramping painfully. He took his time in taking what he wanted from her, his hips slowly rolling into her, but his hands and mouth never ceased in giving her jolts of pleasure that rocked her body, sending her into a state of ecstasy that had her arching her back into him. Sometimes it was uncanny the way he could read her mind at moments like this, the way he knew just how to slow down and speed up, what erogenous zone to brush against or suckle that would make her body shiver and intensify that glow that came from the feeling of his skin against hers, and when she wanted his lips to cover hers, when she needed to taste him while he moved with her.

“Owen…” It came out in a whisper, but the desperation underlying it prompted him to pump her against the door particularly hard. She attempted to move her hand to where her desire throbbed, and resisted as one large hand pinned hers high above her head. Her writhing only served for him to work her over even more slowly, dragging her to edge and holding her there until she thought she would burst from the building of sensations inside of her.

Just as his lips hit hers to cover her pleading mews, he thrust up into her at an angle that hit the golden spot inside of her, causing pleasure to flood her body and mind as she finally crossed the ultimate finish line, her head hitting the door with a satisfying thud and her body quaking around him.

She clung to him as her orgasm dulled from a white-hot fire to a pleasant burn, as he hit his own climax and spilled inside of her, his body pressing her deep into the door and his soft touch contrasting sharply with the hardened muscles holding her there. His breathing was ragged and hot against her shoulder and sweat glistened on his face and the hollow of his throat. She pulled his head up so that her tongue could sweep the beads of sweat from his skin, from the hollow of his throat, so she could lightly blow cool air onto the wet stripes from her mouth.

Owen groaned at her actions, his hands entangling in her hair. “God, that feels good.”

“Give me a minute and maybe I’ll blow something else,” Cristina purred, feasting on the side of his neck, suckling on the salty skin.

His laugh was deep in his chest and she could feel the vibrations in her body as he set her back down onto the ground. “You are insatiable.” He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth and wrapped an arm around her waist suggestively. “I like it.”

Cristina’s hand was creeping down to take his length into her small, delicate hand, to stroke him once again into erection, when there was a brief knock at the door.

“Dr. Hunt?”

Cristina cursed as she recognized Meredith’s voice, and scrambled to find her scrub pants as Owen too leapt into action, grabbing his dark blue scrubs from his desk chair and pulling them on as quickly as possible, the former Army skill of quick changing coming very much into handy.

“One minute Dr. Grey,” Owen called, seating himself at the computer, Cristina just pulling on her shirt and smoothing her hair as best she could before she nodded at him. “Come in.”
Meredith stepped inside, carrying a patient file. “Hi, Dr. Hunt, Dr. Bailey wanted me to…” She saw Cristina. “Oh. I’m sorry. Should I come back?”

Cristina raised a discreet eyebrow at Owen, which he ignored. “No, that’s all right.” He turned to Cristina, his voice businesslike and completely the opposite of the almost animal-like look in his eyes. “Would it be all right if we continued this consult in about an hour?”

Cristina swallowed her smile. “Sure. Should I come back here?”

“I’ll find you.”

“Okay. Thanks for the consult.” Cristina nodded at Meredith as she left, waiting until she was in the hall until she allowed the catlike smile to spread across her face. ‘I’ll find you’ was code for when he had another place in the hospital in mind that he wanted to introduce her to, to christen as another secret place of theirs at Seattle Grace.

Oh, she loved it when Owen was in this kind of mood…