A/N: I tell you now, ummm… You will probably kill me by the end of the chapter. It's a little shorter than I had initially intended, but I felt like… Well, it was in the spirit of the episode it came from, you know (S11x16)? So obviously, it would just have that same 'feel'. I just wanted to give you guys a heads up because… Well, just in case any of you owns a shot gun and lives near my city. Haha…
DISCLAIMER: Ugh, so rutinary. No ownership, blah di blah.
Frustration:
All my senses come to life
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I
have ever been and I'll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you'll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
One – Ed Sheeran
She had to stop staring at him like that – big blue eyes, cutting right through him, razor sharp. It felt like she was staring right into his very being, and it made him feel so helpless; as if his whole person might end up spilling all over the place if he didn't stop. He'd pinpointed that her icy-blue eyes, the certain kind of blue that somehow made him burn all over, were also what made him splutter, stutter and cower over every other word. I mean seriously, could they please stop being so damn beautiful all the time? Or could she just please stop being so amazing altogether? He was beginning to understand what she'd said before, about distractions. It threw him a little, that coffee incident, but maybe this was that kind of distraction: The kind that you welcomed into your head even when uninvited, because they would creep on you on the most unexpected moments and you just had to let them in to simmer.
Most of the time she would just talk to him and he would have to exert a rather herculean effort to hear her every word. Seriously, those eyes. The way she just looked at him, sometimes innocent, sometimes fiery and other times with such depth, you didn't know if you'd ever the very floor of it. And even though the questions she asked did register in his brain, the things that came out of his mouth just never seemed to match what she was asking. It had become quite a problem to him and he really needed to make sense of it. It was shocking, the way he was behaving around her. He hadn't known he could still do this, feel this. This part where everything was new and exciting and just… good. He really liked her, of that he was dead sure of. He felt like they could connect, like she would understand, like she would be able to know him, and would want to get to know him. Not just the happy bits, but the hard parts too. She had endured and had known suffering. It was written all over the way she moved.
What had come as a surprise was himself. The way his soul had given in to her so readily. It was a little scary (which might also add to the stuttering – co-workers, rules, he didn't even know what he was talking about. Real smooth, Major Hunt. Just fantastic). He tried to think back to when it started. He didn't know how it had begun; all he knew was that he had understood something about her and she had understood something about him. Everyone in the hospital knew about Cristina, but they hadn't really grasped what it was like to walk around the halls knowing every corner reminded him of her, haunting him every step. They knew but they didn't understand. And then there she was, her own pain plaguing her, and she running just like him, but he knew she would get it. And she did.
So here she was, formidable and tiny at the same time, wrapped warm in his arms, and the realization left him breathless. Then again, once you realizesomething like that, you don't exactly let go.
He pulled back and watched her face, looked again into those big eyes and the truth knocked the air right out of his lungs.
No. Just no. You don't get to do that and just leave. This is so unfair! Screw all the traumas in the world! Screw everything!
Okay, maybe she would probably take all that back an hour later, but she was currently struggling not to curse the whole hospital to hell and back. How can you even say coitus interruptus when you haven't even gotten to the coitus part yet. Like, really. Can people just stop having accidents even just for a little while so that I can finally get laid?!, she yelled in her head, a tiny scream of frustration escaping her as she threw one of the pillows beside her all the way across the room.
He's so fucking hot though, Amelia added as an afterthought. Part of the frustration was because of her still burning skin, seething, almost feverish. Throwing her head back against the pillow at the head of the bed, she kicked and shook all of her body out in aggravation. She felt like his hands hadn't left their pathway on her body, his lips on hers scorching, and it was slaying her knowing that she wouldn't get to feel that again for another few more hours depending on how complicated the trauma will have been.
The look on his eye after pulling out from the hug had been of pure determination. She'd gone into the room first and he hadn't even let her turn around. He caught her by the waist, spun her around and his lips were just on her all in a matter of seconds. She chuckled at the fact that the spinning hadn't really stopped when she'd faced him. He kissed her passionately, this time different from the first one. That one was sweet, tentative, amazing. This one felt urgent, without any doubts or hesitation, but fiery. Her previous attempts at stringing words together to converse with him were pitiful, but this was not a conversation they needed words for. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, his teeth slightly grazing her and that was all it had taken to let him in.
His hands were quite something – strong, firm, rough and warm. They had roamed through her waist, against two layers of clothing, that in all honesty, she couldn't have been happier that he'd taken off. He'd caught her and pulled her roughly against him, her breath hitching and catching on her throat. She hadn't been able to help the little gasp of surprise with the sudden contact. His tongue was taking its sweet time circling against hers, right hand firm on her waist keeping her there where she could feel a familiar bulge right underneath his belt. She put her arms around his shoulders, fingers tangling on his hair pulling him even closer to her body, nails scratching him when his mouth found that little spot between her jaw and her pulse and nipped. God, that had sent shivers right through to the very core of her spine. But he wasn't the only who was good at this. Hell, no. She grabbed the collar of his lab coat and pushed hard, letting them both crash against the wall. She pinned him there and she could tell he had been surprised, but in a good way. She pressed her hips against him, grinding at the uncomfortable tightness in his pants and she felt his breath catch. Now we're even, she'd smirked.
He put his hands on her cheeks, and stopped for a moment.
The look in his eyes almost floored her. It was ravenous. She felt like she'd awakened some sort of animal, which in the most logical of thoughts should've probably scared her. But if you wanted logic, you didn't really go looking for it around Amelia Shepherd. She'd probably taunt the tiger instead.
He wanted to say something. He wanted to tell her that he didn't think this was just a hook up. He wanted to show her that it was more, before he went ahead and lost all rationality. But then he saw her face again, and he couldn't help it. Icy-blue eyes that were ironically burning right through him – the feel of her body, the contour of her hips, her chest flush against him, it was too much – he wouldn't be able to wait.
He hoisted her up, carrying her to the bed. Little bed, on-call bed, but really neither cared. She took off his lab coat in a rush, the weight of his body on her. He was heavy but he propped himself on his left elbow, had on her cheek, while the other one made its way down her neck, to her chest, the band of her scrub pants. He kicked his shoes off, as she did hers too, his knees parting her legs in the process. She could feel him, hard against her, pressing on between her.
And then his beeper rang.
A/N: I tell you guys now that to compensate, I promise to write a longer chapter on the next one, okie? It will feature Mama Hunt, and some bashfulness and the most amazing part we have all been waiting for (I swear that scene was just not long enough). So are we at peace? Yes? No? Maybe? XD Review? Lol.
