She woke up what felt like minutes later because she suddenly felt very hot. The sound of deep breathing behind her remembered her that Owen was sleeping in the same bed as her. She blushed. His arm was still around her waist and she also figured out where all the heat came from. It felt like he was boiling behind her. She pulled the blanket down and fumbled a little in the semidarkness until she found her cell-phone on the table. 5:02. Wow. They had been sleeping for many hours then. She still felt exhausted. And so HOT. She had to get rid of some of her clothes. But how could she do that without waking him? She turned around in the bed to face him; his arm was still on her waist. She was lying with one hand under her head and held the other one tight to her chest. He looked so incredible peaceful. Every time she saw his face it would be showing some kind of reaction to something but right now he looked so relaxed and she couldn't spot a single worry on his face. Actually it seemed like he had the smallest of all smiles but it was there. The sleeve of his shirt had gotten up, so his entire upper arm was exposed. She traced his muscles from the elbow and up with a light touch. The pale skin contained more heat that she had expected. If she didn't know any better she would assume that he had a fever.

She was still wearing her shoes, so she decided to take them off. She kicked them of and winced when she heard them hit the floor with a thump. Then, she reached her free hand down to pull of her socks. It was hard to reach them and she ended up in a very weird position with one of her hands still under her head and her knee by her stomach while her butt was sticking out from the small frame of the bed. She was actually a bit puffed from doing this and because of that; she had not noticed the change in his breathing. Owen was not asleep anymore. Amelia didn't know how light a sleeper he actually is. He had just pretended to be sleeping to see what she was up to and at the same time he had a hard time not to start laughing.
When Amelia started to 'discretely' fumble around again, he couldn't help it. He laughed quietly and felt her body tense as he did. He then opened his eyes slowly and the look on her face was priceless. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her hair was tousled from sleep and her mascara was a little greasy because of the fact that she just woke up. "I'm sorry… well you… I was just…" she began rambling. He covered her mouth with his hand and propped himself up on one elbow. "Good morning" he said his voice raspy from sleep as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

'Holy crap is he sexy in the morning' was all she could think while he placed a feather light kiss on her cheek. And his voice! If she hadn't been able to speak coherently before she would be even worse now. Because now all she could think about was turning her head to kiss those his dry lips. And probably do things in this bed that they should not be doing in this bed. Could they even do that? Well there was a lock on the door, so... 'Oh yeah, I should probably answer him' she thought before uttering a small "hey". He was smiling so bright at her "did you sleep well?" he asked her and she suddenly felt much more fresh than just 5 minutes ago. "Amazing" she answered and then added "you are just so hot" she said before realizing what she said. She could tell by the amused smile on his face that he knew exactly what she meant but she still added "I mean… you are a warm… person" while blushing. He grinned at her and said "well you are hot too." And with that he kissed her. Out of nowhere. This was exactly what she had been trying to do, and he just seemed to jump right into it. He leaned down and captured her lips so softly and so sweetly. His free hand was on her back stroking back and forth. She shivered at his touch, the touch from his big, strong surgeon-hands. It was a good kiss, slow and sweet. The feeling of his lips on hers again was comfortable and soothing. She could feel her heart clench at the thought that she had almost lost him because she was afraid. Because why was she afraid of this? He cared for her, and she cared for him. I was as simple as that. She moved her lips in the same pace as him and his lips were not dry at all - they were actually really soft and she couldn't help it. She bit down softly on his upper lip and deepened the kiss with her tongue. He groaned and grabbed her head with both of his hands as if he needed to hold her there. Her arm sneaked around his neck, her fingertips played with the hairs behind his ear. She could feel him smile into the kiss. She then realized that she had hit a ticklish spot and she smiled too, their teeth touching.

Their tongues were now seeking each other and a moan formed in the back of her throat. She was still on her elbow and she placed her leg over his hip. He laid himself on top of her and she started kissing and sucking softly on the sides of his neck. His hands were under her scrub shirt, and it was as if they were constantly seeking new skin to touch. She started shrugging the bottom of his shirt and she lifted it up. The only reason she broke of the kiss was to get the shirt over his head. Then she attacked his lips again, her tongue immediately delving into his mouth. Her hands were roaming his bare stomach, and she couldn't get enough of tracing the strong muscles on both his back and his stomach her fingers sucking in the warmth of his skin.

They suddenly heard something outside the door fall to the ground and stopped the kiss for a minute. Then they realized that the workday actually had begun. The thought that someone could suddenly burst into the room had not even occurred to Amelia as she laid there with Owen half naked on top of her. She also hadn't thought twice before making particular noises so somebody out there probably knew what had been going on. She knew that she should be embarrassed, but for Christ sake, Owen was lying there half-naked beside her. Nope, she would not be embarrassed about that. She kissed him once more though, her lips sore and said "maybe this isn't exactly the place for this" she said and offered him her best smile. Owen's eyes were a much darker blue and his lips were swollen as well. He kissed her face, first one cheek then the other, and last her mouth one last time. "You're probably right" he said and winked at her. Once again, Amelia thought of the amount of sexiness in that man. "But maybe.." he said and kissed her "we could.." another kiss "..continue this later?" he kissed her again and she sighed contently. "I could take you out for some fancy place?" he asked, seeming to be a little bit shy. He was adorable, Amelia thought. "I'd love that" she said. He was now lying next to her, looking into her eyes. Blue meeting blue. "Perfect" he said, his eyes looking dreamingly into hers with a smile on his lips.

AN: Thank you for reading. MN.