Omelia late Season 12.
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"You want me to what?" Richard asked as he entered the elevator.
"Please?" Amelia begged. "It's just you're tall, and I can't-" She waved over her head.
"All right," he sighed. "Give me that."
Amelia handed him the bag. "Thank you." The elevator stopped on the surgical floor and Amelia jumped off.
"Yeah, yeah." He shook his head. "Mistletoe," he muttered. But, when he finished, he had a small smile on his face, remembering times past. Ah, nostalgia. If only to make him feel young again.
The door opened and Jackson walked in. "Hey," he nodded.
Richard nodded back. "Look," he pointed to the little plant hanging there.
"Mistletoe? What? Why? It's not Christmas!"
"Sometimes, you just gotta get in the spirit."
"Wait, is my mom here?" Jackson thumbed the button for the next floor.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I think, today I need to get a little cardio in. I'll be taking the stairs."
Richard face-palmed. Some people just didn't get it.
He paged Amelia. It's ready.
Amelia had never kissed anyone under the mistletoe before. Okay, that was a lie. She'd actually kissed a lot of people under the mistletoe- 16 or 17 probably. But chaste kisses on the cheek to fourteen nieces and nephews and Derek didn't count. She'd probably been kissed under the mistletoe by her father too, but she didn't remember.
Did getting kissed by Mark on the forehead count? She was fourteen, and he was hot to her hormonal teenage self.
Oh, just stop it.
Mark didn't hold a candle to her latest beau.
Beau? That meant boyfriend right? Oh God, she had a beau. Come on, Amelia, you're not fourteen anymore, Grow up!
"Amelia?"
"Huh?"
"You paged?"
She looked up into clear blue eyes and rugged sandy cheeks. She had a boyfriend. Owen. "Uh, er, right. I have the labs back from our patient? The one in trauma?"
"Which patient from trauma?"
"You know, I think he got moved to Imaging, so, why don't we just... go there... together?"
"Uh, alright."
Why did he have such patience? How could he be so calm?
She definitely, definitely was not calm.
"So, how was your day?" Owen asked pleasantly as they waited for the elevator.
"How was my day? Oh, um.." How was her day? How the hell should she know? All she knew was that her day would be 350% better during and after kissing Owen.
The door opened and Edwards appeared. "Oh, Dr. Shepherd, you got a minute? I just need-"
"Do I got a minute? No, I do not. Owen and I have an extremely important case up in CT we must attend to immediately-"
"Maybe I can-"
"-No. Edwards, go do something. Labs, charts, consults-" She practically pushed her resident out of the elevator.
"-Amelia-" Owen said, confused.
The door closed. The elevator tugged. Amelia pressed the stop button. Owen shifted on the balls of his feet, his lips forming a concerned frown. Obviously, he hadn't liked how she treated her resident.
She took his hands. "Owen, look up."
He did so, and when his gaze fell back on her, his lips twitched into a hint of a smile. "Ame-"
He couldn't finish speaking her name because her lips smashed against his. Her hands slid up to lock around his wrists, pulling him down while she pushed herself up on tippy toes.
His beard tickled her lips and tongue as she devoured him.
See the thing was, she always screwed things up.
Owen admitted it too. He screwed things up.
Except for this.
He ripped his hands from hers, cupped her face like he was holding the world, and brushed his tongue along her bottom lip, begging entry.
This.
His thumb caressed the corners of her mouth, her cheek, her hair. She caught her breath, and then he was inside. Warm. Gentle. Loving.
This, they did not screw up.
Finally, after what seemed like endless hours of bliss, they pulled away panting.
For a moment, they stood there, both dazed. Owen gently tugged on the collar of her labcoat, straightening it. She did the same for him, and felt his fingers softly run through her hair, making it presentable.
"Better?" he asked.
"350%" she said.