Amelia glared at Owen as he entered the room she was in. Neither of them uttered a word to begin with, they both just watched one another. This was the moment Amelia had feared the most. The confrontation. She knew it was coming.
He looked away from her briefly and when he looked into her eyes again she noticed the sadness that filled his. A slight pang of guilt hit her as she realised this was all her fault.
"So." He said, breaking the silence. Amelia bit her lip as she waited for him to continue. "Why did you leave?" He finally asked.
She didn't respond straight away but when she did she muttered, "I panicked Owen. It was too much." His facial expression grew confused. "What was too much? Help me understand Amelia because I'm struggling here." He sighed heavily.
"You and me. It just... Got a little bit too much. I think we threw ourselves into this too quickly Owen. We needed, time apart." She said, her voice started to grow louder and more distressed. Owen opened his mouth to reply then quickly closed it again, thinking about what she was saying.
He then threw his hands up behind his head and let out a deep breath, turning back to Amelia he said "If I remember rightly you were the one who asked me to marry you and then at the first sign of trouble you go running off to your residents flat. And you didn't open the door Amelia, why didn't you open the door?" Amelia crossed her arms and huffed loudly. Owen raised his eyebrows at the brunette, she was behaving like a child. She quickly unfolded her arms after glaring at him for a good minute or so. "Maybe I asked you to marry me too soon." She muttered quietly. Owen's heart became heavy. "Do you really mean that?" He asked in his soft tone as he edged closer to the woman who wore an angry but tired expression.
Her arms flew out either side of her. "I don't know what I mean Owen. This marriage thing is all new to me. You've done this before, but I haven't."
Owen grabbed Amelia's flailing hands and held them in his own. "Listen." He said quietly, bringing her to a peaceful silence. "Just because I've done this before doesn't mean this isn't new to me. With Cristina it was different." Amelia bit her lip as he spoke, she was starting to get really nervous. "You probably miss being married to her, it was probably easier than being married to me." She laughed. Owen looked at her sadly, shaking his head. "No." He simply said. "Marriage isn't easy, you and I both know that nothing is easy. But whatever the issue is here we can work through it Amelia. Together." His voice reassured her but she was still scared, terrified even.
"I just... I can't, Owen." She cried out loudly. Owen pulled her closer and crashed his lips against hers, not allowing her to say anything else. She tried to pull away from him at first, to tell him this wasn't a good idea but something stopped her. After taking a quick breath and deciding not to say a word her lips found his again and they became lost in each others embrace. The pair had both got themselves worked up.
His hands started to travel down her fully clothed body, as his hand clasped around her clothing Amelia grabbed his hand causing him to stop. "We can't. Not here." Amelia said, shocked at his suggestion. Owen shrugged. "Why not?" He smirked. Amelia smiled playfully and locked their lips again. She had missed this, his gentle touch and wonderful lips. Owen's free hand fumbled to close the blinds. Just as he reached the last one the pair stumbled over each other and landed on the ground in one another's embrace.
Amelia felt her breaths become short as their lips were inches apart from each other and eyes locked. "Owen." She whispered before he bought her close, breathing her in. She parted their lips just enough to murmur the words "Fuck me." Her hunger for him was intoxicating. Owen pulled her up from the floor, knocking equipment around as he did. But he didn't care. Amelia was his main focus. Nothing else mattered but her.
She felt herself being pushed against the bed with Owen quickly following. Their sweet breaths were mingled together as they kissed one another over and over again. Owen worked fast as he removed his own clothing then started to remove Amelia's. However, he left her panties on and when she went to pull them down he grabbed her hands and stopped kissing her. "Just wait." He muttered. She smirked and got lost in his lips once more.
With her panties still on he started to slide his hand slowly down her bare skin, sending shivers through her spine and causing her to come out in goosebumps. When his fingers reached the edge of her pants he paused, playing with the top of them but not removing them just yet. Amelia let out a desperate moan. "Please."
Owen grinned at himself, teasing her was his favourite thing to do.
Finally, his fingers found themselves inside her panties. He slowly ran them up and down her folds. He moved away from her lips and bought his head down to join his fingers. Her panties were still securely on, but not for long. Owen gripped hold of them with his teeth, growling as he did this. Then in one quick motion he ripped them away from her skin sending them across the room.
She was now fully exposed to him. He licked his lips then pushed his fingers inside her. Amelia moaned softly as he did this. She'd missed this. Without waiting another second he started to pump his fingers back and forth causing a variety of different noises to escape from the lips of his brunette lover. As he started to pick up the pace her moans became more intense, desperate even. "Owen..." Her voice drifted off as he found her g-spot.
Owen pressed his fingers against it, harder than he had meant to which caused Amelia to let out a loud scream. People could probably hear them, but they didn't care. It didn't matter.
Slowly but steadily he started to rub against it at a steady pace. As his fingers were hard at work he moved his head closer and allowed his tongue to start working it's magic.
Amelia felt alive. She had completely forgotten about all of his sneaky tricks that he knew she loved.
His tongue was swirling away at her clit as his fingers continued to press against her g-spot, Amelia didn't know which action she was enjoying more but what she did know was she was about to come.
She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before her body froze. Then started to move again as she quivered. Owen didn't stop, he never did. At the last second he pulled his tongue away but his fingers remained firmly inside of her. When he removed them Amelia sighed. She wanted more.
Just before she opened her mouth to speak Owen dipped his head down there again and licked away her wetness. "Oh my.." Amelia said mid-moan. The moment he had finished Amelia grabbed his head and kissed him roughly. She could taste herself on his tongue still.
Owen pulled away from her, smirking. "Enjoy that?" He asked. "Please tell me it's not over." She said sadly. Owen winked, "It's never over." A pause. "But for now, yes. We have work to do and I'm sure the hospital doesn't need to hear anymore of your moans and screams." Amelia blushed viciously.
"We will continue this later." He added, before grabbing his scrubs and shoving them back on. Amelia looked longingly after him. "We better." She said in a low husky tone.
Before she could say another word Owen was gone. With thoughts of later fresh in her head, Amelia grabbed her own scrubs and re-dressed herself. Leaving the room with a huge smile on her face and feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.