As his eyes fluttered open, a vision lying beside him in a state of utter bliss came into focus. He lay still, admiring the peaceful rise and fall of her chest.
Her hair lay perfectly across the pillow, strands of her dark locks contrasting themselves amongst the ivory covers in disheveled waves. Their bodies had established the perfect groove, finding comfort in the warmth of each other's arms. He delicately reached out to a loose strand and tucked it behind her ear. He studied her face, noting the patch of light freckles that splayed across her nose, the serenity in her features, the way the sun hit her face in all the right angles. She was perfect, elegant in her sarcastic, sometimes filterless tone. As her orbs opened, the ocean shone through, and her eyes held him captive in a gaze. "What are you looking at?" Her voice croaked, raspy from slumber.
"You" Owen answered simply, a dashing smile crossing his face. "You are stunning when you sleep"
"Hm? Really? So you're saying I don't look stunning when I'm awake? I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff" Amelia said with a smirk that further indulged his feelings. She sat up, working out the kinks that came from her sleep. Looking back at him, her heart melted at the sight of his disheveled mess of curls. She grinned, her hands making contact with his locks.
They lay body to body, her fingers toying with the ends of his hair. He pressed his body closer, placing a delicate kiss on her lips. Lips which were so pink, so soft, so kissable that kissing her could be his permanent job. A gentle kiss was placed upon her nose causing their rapid movements to stop. They looked at each other lustfully with a greater appreciation for the little things like how long his eyelashes were and how blue her eyes were.
Her hands roamed down to stroke his cheeks, her soft palms mixing with freckled skin.
He flipped them over, his strong masculine hands roaming her being entirely, leaving nothing but goosebumps and fire in the pit of her stomach. He delved his head into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
She writhed beneath him, the teasing electing an almost musical stream of moans from her throat. Her hands traced his every muscle, admiring their movement as he took shallow breaths. "Want you" She growled between their soft pecks.
Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as they rocked in sweet harmony. She pulled him closer, enticing him as she ran her nails down his back. His thrusts left her breathless as the room filled with the scent of passionate love.
Their eyes never broke contact, they were locked and he swore there was no better sight than her eyes filled with utter ecstasy. She held on for dear life as her climax approached, her legs snaking their way around his hips, pulling him closer as she hit her high.
His motions sent heat across their bodies in waves of sweat as they had finally allowed air between this mouths. He placed a kiss on her forehead before settling beside her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm that his heart beat created. "I think I'm falling for you Owen Hunt." Amelia boldly declared, tilting her head upwards to gauge his reaction. Their exchange had stripped her down to her most vulnerable state.
He smiled, pressing his lips to her sweet smelling locks. He didn't hesitate, he didn't think of an elaborate and romantic response, he simply said, "I think I'm falling for you too Amelia."