Hi this is just smut. That is all. ok bye.

Wild - John Legend

"What to you mean you ran here?" She asks him as she trims the stems from the flowers she just bought from the Farmers Market. Owen was standing in the kitchen, heaving, panting, dripping in sweat.

They're… friends. He showed up at their home one night and declared he wanted to be her friend. And he apologized. And she… obviously was elated he's speaking to her again. She missed her friend, her friend whom she pushed away. A friend she..hurt. But now they're friends and she can tell that he's trying really hard to understand her and be friends with her and forgive her. He said he couldn't give her anything more than friendship, and the thought gutted her, but she's going to take this one step at a time. They've always been friends. That's better than nothing. They're friends and they're there for the kids. And she knows that she will always be in love with him. She hopes eventually he'll realize that maybe he could give…more than friendship.

"Yeah, I ran here" he pants

She chuckles "Why?"

"I don't know. It's sunny out" He says. She watches him look at the kitchen counter, surveying everything she bought—the fruits and the vegetables that she's going to neurotically wash because there's still a pandemic, so everything that comes into their house must be scrubbed down. "It's nice. I haven't … ran in a while. You went to the Farmers Market?"

She smirks "Yeah"

"It's right next to the hotel"

"It is. I didn't know you were coming I would have given you a ride." She says, but she enjoys seeing him like this. Sweaty. Sexy. She clears her throat and puts the thoughts of jumping on him aside.

He smirks back at her "Ah, well I didn't know you were going to the Farmers Market"

"Well, at least you got some…exercise?" She stifles a chuckle.

"True."

She hands him a banana "Here, eat this."

"Thanks" He says. Peeling the banana and leans against the counter. "Can I stay? For dinner?"

"Yeah… of course." She says, smiling a little. They're friendly. Her her is fluttering and she has butterflies in her stomach but they're friends. "Wanna make your lasagna?"

"Oh you're putting me to work?" He says smiling, teasing.

"Yeah, of course. Do you want to eat my cooking or—"

"I thought we were going to order in or something"

"Or you can make dinner and I can..help"

He just gives her a look and she grins at him.

There was some comfort in their situation. There are days where she desperately needs him and kiss him and be held by him, and he's there for her—well, minus the kissing. But he'd hold her and comfort her and tell her she's going to be okay. He looks out for her and she's working on the rest. She's working on the friendship and hopefully she gains some trust back. Because she desperately miss the kisses and his body on her. Everyone need another body. There is so much serotonin being released by someone's touch. So she's working on it. Because there's no question about her love for him.

"Okay, fine." He says as he tosses the banana peel in the garbage. "Mind if I shower?"

"It's your home too, Owen" She says, smiling. It was true. He hasn't really moved out. Most of his clothes are still there. She doesn't want to bring up him moving back again because she's afraid it will push him away. But she's going to put that worry aside because he's here now, and he invited himself to their home and to dinner.

He just smirks at her and makes his way to their bedroom. She watches him walk away. The way he runs his hand over his hair. His bicep. His…ass. It takes her a while before realizing she's just staring. So she looks back down her flowers.

She looks at her bouquet of flowers. It brings some color and life into her—their?—home. Mix of yellows and pinks and greens. It brings back some light and some normalcy in whatever dark energy and cloud looming.

She loves going to the Farmer's Market. Before the world turned upside down, she and Owen and the kids would spend their Saturday mornings strolling through the market. They get their fresh vegetables and fresh bread and their spreads and jams and flowers. She looked forward to it weekly. Today she woke up and it was sunny and nice and she felt like there was some hope in the air. So she went to the Farmers Market and got some fresh flowers and breads and vegetables. There was just something in the air. She hasn't felt it in a while. She was starting to forget what it felt like to have hope.

But today she woke up and there was a will to live. And Owen shows up at their house and he looked…relaxed and she takes that as a good sign.

She likes to believe things are looking up. Today just got better. Owen's here.

It's not easy for him to live away from home. From the kids. It was easier back then when he was angry at her, but he realizes now that Teddy needs him. And the kids. And then it became harder to live away. He's mulled it over and over if he wanted to have a conversation about maybe moving back in and have some arrangement. He loves Teddy, he knows this. He's sure about this. It still hurts and there is a lot of confusion about what he thinks her feelings are about him. He doesn't know what she really and genuinely feel about him, but he knows for sure that she needs her best friend. She needs him. So he's there. And eventually maybe there will more clarity. She's working on healing and she's working on herself and then maybe it will spark something.

But today he woke up and decided to go for a run and he doesn't know why his legs led him to the house. To her. To their kids. And he walked into their house and she looked happy and bright and there were colors and life in their home. She was smiling and joking and he is reminded of every thing he loved about her. He sees the life back in her eyes. It was inviting. He wanted to be around her.

He sighs heavily as he lets the water cascade on him. He really wanted to move back. He misses their bed. And this shower head and this bathroom, this is heaven compared to the hotel shower. It's luxurious. And he misses this. He misses her, though he doesn't want to admit that to himself sometimes.

He turns the shower off and he stands in the steam for a while. Just taking it all in. He's excited to be there and to spend the day with her. He wraps the towel around his waist and takes a deep breath.

He really misses their home. He's consumed in his own thoughts as he walks around casually in their bedroom.

"Oh fuck—" He jumps back when he notices something move in the walk-in closet. His towel falls on the floor, he catches enough to cover him partially.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry I—" Teddy says, covering herself, startled.

He was startled too. He didn't notice her in the closet without her top on.

"No, no. I'm—"

"I just spilled on my shirt I thought—"

"You don't have to apologize it's—"

"I knew you were in the shower I didn't hear it turn off and I just—"

"Teddy, it's really fine."

"I know, I just don't want you to think I'm creeping—"

He couldn't help but laugh. She was adorable when she stammers. He notices her blush. He notices her staring. Staring hard at him. And he couldn't help but stare at her too. Her bra perfectly cupping her breasts. She looked…good. Neither of them making an effort to cover themselves.

"It doesn't have to be awkward" He says with a chuckle.

"No. It doesn't." She says, blushing. He is very much aware about where her eyes are. Her hands clutching onto a shirt. She clears her throat and shift her gaze and meets his eyes. "You, uhm.. You look good"

"So do you."

"Okay, sorry, I'll get out of your way" she says backing into the corner.

"Pretty sure I'm in your way." He says, gesturing to the door of the closet behind him.

"Yep. Yep. You are correct." She says, awkwardly trying to pass him.

There was a moment between them. He doesn't know what's going on in her head but she pauses as she passes him.

Inches between them. Shallow breaths.

He doesn't know what possessed him but he drops the towel and he holds onto her hips. She responds by putting her hands on his chest. One hand still clutching the shirt.

He doesn't push her away when she leans in for a kiss. He just pulls her by the hips against him.

She was so intoxicating to him. The closeness. The heat.

It all happened very fast, but they're standing in the middle of their walk-in closet and next thing he knows they're kissing. She tasted like raspberries. Her mouth is sweet, a little sticky. Definitely just had some of her favorite raspberry jam.

She pulls away, far enough to say "Sorry"

He stops her by leaning in again for a kiss. "Dont be" He mutters against her lips.

He pushes all the thoughts aside. All logic doesn't matter right now.

"Are you sure" She breathes out as she pulls away again, as she gasps for air.

He's never been so sure in his life.

"I'm sure."

It goes without saying, for now at least, that this doesn't mean they're getting back together. Maybe.

Right now, at this moment, this is a pause from healing because they both know they need each other's body. Because that's just as important as mental health. As a matter of fact, that helps the mental health. He knows he's rationalizing with himself. But he wants this. He needs this. He knows she does too.

He wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her. He takes her to their bed and places her gently. He swiftly, urgently, expertly pulls her leggings off and throws them over his shoulder.

He missed every inch of her. He pulls away to look into her eyes. To make sure this is okay. To make sure she is okay.

She reaches for his face and caresses his cheek with her thumb.

Every doubt he had about her love for him went away. He knows she loves her. He can see it. He can feel it. She never not loved him. She always has. He knows this. And he likes to remind himself of this every once in a while.

She urgently pulls for him for another kiss, her tongue slipping in wrestling against his. She runs her hands from his neck down to his shoulders. She grips onto his shoulders tightly as he slowly slips into her. Her fingernails digging. She pulls away from the kiss to suck on his lip. Her teeth grazing. He grunts as her fingers slowly rake through his hair. Her other hand lightly trailing down his spine. Her long legs wrapped around tightly pulling him deep in her.

He doesn't know what it is but this is better than he remembers. It could be the longing, or being cooped up and overworked and tired for months. But this felt better than he could imagine.

His breaths constrict when she clenches around him. He buries her face in the nook of her neck. The saltiness of her skin gives him a natural high. Their bodies move slowly, rhythmically. Always in sync, always aware of each other's needs.

He rolls over so she's on top. Her hands on his chest as she rides him. Clenching. The friction drives him crazy. He throbs deep in her. His hands on her hips, gripping tightly.

The cacophony of grunts and moans fill their bedroom. The film of sweat makes her look like a fucking glowing goddess and he cannot think of anything else but wanting to feel this way every second of his life. This is the best view. He needs this. The passion, the pleasure dripping out of them.

"Fuck"

"Owen…. Owen"

"Fuck, Teddy."

"O..wen"

They take their time. He knows they both want to make it last forever. But he spills deep in her. And she lays on him, catching her breath. He leaves a kiss on whatever his lips were near.

"Owen"

"I know, I know."

He slips out and rolls her onto her back. He hovers over her and leaves a trail of kisses from her lips then her jaw then her neck, her chest. She lets out a cackle when he reaches her belly. He knew that would tickle her, but he smirks because he wants her to know he remembers.

"Owen"

"Yeah"

He spreads her legs and leaves trails of kisses on her thighs.

"Owen"

He looks up at her as he runs his finger between her lips before replacing it with his mouth.

She moans and arches her back.

"Owen."

"Mhm" he mutters against her.

He expertly moves his tongue and lips.

He knows all of her spots. Every single one.

And he's going to keep going until he blows her mind.

Until she forgets there had been others between her legs.

"Owen" She grunts loudly. She quivers under his touch. She suppresses a scream when he sucks and twirls his tongue. She chants his name like it's a prayer.

"Come here, come here" She says urgently as pleasure ripples through her body.

He crawls up and she pulls him into a kiss until they're breathless. Until they're seeing stars. Until they are so high from each other. He lays next to her and places his hand on the inside of her thigh. His thumb caressing a soft spot.

"Owen"

"Teddy" He pants, giving her thigh a squeeze.

They lay in silence until they hear Allison making noises through the baby monitor. Teddy wiggles from under his touch and gives him a kiss. He watches her slither into her leggings and pick up the shirt from the floor and disappears out of their room.

He's not going to overthink what happened. It was good. It was so good. They're not going to talk about it, but he's not going to be mad if it happens again. Because they love each other. And they need each other.