Owen pushed open the door to his trailer and entered his home for the first time in almost a week, turning on the light and shrugging off his jacket. His last conference had ended much earlier than expected, so he was able to catch a flight back to Seattle that night rather than coming home the following morning. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt and jeans, yawning loudly as he made his way towards the back of the trailer. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the bed, his lips curving upwards into a smile as he took in the sight before him.
Amelia Shepherd lay curled up under the sheets, wearing nothing but one of Owen's baggy t-shirts, her expression innocent and peaceful as she slept. Owen swore he could have melted into a puddle right there and then.
Slowly and cautiously, he approached the bed and slipped under the covers behind her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and burying his face in her hair. He brushed soft chocolate locks to the side and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. Amelia stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open. She turned her head and grinned sleepily, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.
"Mmm, you're home," she whispered, turning around to face Owen directly. Her arms found their way around his neck as her lips met his in a soft yet passionate kiss. Owen pulled away to meet her eyes, his hand moving up to cup her face, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Though he had only been gone five days, he had missed this. He missed the closeness, the warmth, the feeling of her body pressed against his.
"Have you been wearing my clothes all week?" he asked, noticing the small pile of his clothes lying on the floor next to the bed. He couldn't fight the smile that crept onto his face when Amelia blushed slightly, biting her lower lip and nodding guiltily as she toyed with the fabric of the shirt she was wearing.
"It smells like you," she mumbled, her voice muffled against the pillow, barely audible.
Owen's heart warmed and he chuckled, pulling her even closer. "God, you're cute," he sighed, and she giggled before snuggling into him. He smiled at the thought of her sleeping in his bed every night while he was gone, even though she had her own at Meredith's. She hummed sleepily against his bare chest, and for some inexplicable reason his heart melted all over again at the mere sound of it.
To him, everything she did was absolutely adorable. Her gorgeous smile, her intoxicating laugh, the way she dug her nails into her thigh when she got nervous, how she mumbled in her sleep, the way she would bury her face in his shoulder when she got embarrassed and how she automatically held onto his hand whenever she felt sad, or scared, or alone.
"I missed you," she whispered into his skin, reveling in his warmth.
He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head, and then lowered his face so that he could kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally kissing her lips with a tenderness that made her heart beat fast.
"I missed you too," he said, his forehead resting against hers. He slipped a hand underneath her shirt, gently tracing patterns on the skin of her back as she draped her leg over the lower half of his body and sighed contently. She marveled at how perfectly they fit together, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, her face pressed into the crook of his neck.
She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, slowly falling asleep to the sensation of his warm hand softly stroking her bare skin. She curled into him, moving impossibly closer, and she could have sworn she heard a faint, whispered "I love you" as she drifted out of consciousness.