I'm literally just spitting out content. UGH guys i love them so much. Also I love this song.
Mrs. - Leon Bridges
He's in Germany. He is literally in Germany. He got on a plane and went to Germany to win Teddy's heart.
And he's knocking on her door. And he knocks urgently. He doesn't stop. He doesn't wait. Because he just wants to see her. He wants to hold her. He wants to breathe her in.
So he keeps knocking.
And she opens the door and he's blown away. His heart stops. Her smile. Her everything.
"What?"
She pulls him into her apartment. Into her arms. Into her life.
And he knows this is the only place he ever wants to be.
In Teddy's arms. In teddy's life.
She excitedly asks him what he's doing there.
And he tells her. And next thing she's on her kitchen island and they're making out. Guilt free. Perfect timing. Finally.
And it's good. It's SO good. He's been missing this all this time.
He takes off her clothes one by one. The way her skin feels under his touch.
This is different. This is love.
His fingertips run down her sides. She shivers and she smiles. He tucks her hair behind her.
"Take me to my bed, Owen" She pants and wraps her legs around his waist.
He carries her off the counter into her bedroom.
Snow is falling outside. Everything is perfect. She looks like an angel.
He slowly takes off her pants and hovers of her and leans for a kiss. Her hands scramble to take off his shirt. His pants.
Neither of them think twice. Neither of them talk. It's unnecessary.
But the way her body feels against her. He runs his fingertips down her thigh and she pulls him against her. Her delicate hands on his shoulders.
"Owen" She whispers as he slips into her.
Their breaths, their heartbeats fill the silence.
It's perfect.
And after she lets him hold her, and she laughs.
"Owen Hunt is in my bed" She cackles.
He smiles at the sound. He loves her laugh. The sweet, genuine sound.
"You thought imagined this too?" She asks, those beautiful green eyes deep in his.
She rolls over and climbs on top of him.
He admires this perfect person.
So this is what it feels like to be with Teddy Altman.
This is what it's like to be with his best friend. Someone he's known for decades. Someone he'd cared for for forever.
They've gone through all of it. The pains. The joys. He could marry her right then and there. They know they work. They know they're on the same page. They know they're perfect for each other.
"I'm going to order food. I'm starving. You hungry?" She asks as she picks up the sweater from the floor and puts it on.
"Starving."
He pulls her into his arms for a kiss again. Her hands on his face. His arms tightly around her waist.
He never wants to let her go.
"Food." She playfully whines while she's kissing his neck. Her hands on his chest.
He watches her as she picks up the phone to order food. She hangs up and puts on a record. She's wearing nothing but her sweater. She pads to the kitchen and opens a bottle of wine. He watches her every mood.
"Where the fuck are my pants" She mutters to herself with a chuckle.
He takes the bottle from her hands and pours her a glass. He pulls her by the arm for another kiss and she doesn't resist. She just falls and melts in her arms.
"Watch us finish this bottle before food gets here" She chuckles.
"I don't care" He says as he nibbles on her lips.
He wants this every single day of his life.
This is easy. This is perfect.
She escapes his arms to flip over the record on her record player. She looks at him playfully and reaches for his hand.
"Dance with me"
"I don't dance"
She just shakes her head and mutters "nonsense".
She puts her head his shoulder and they sway to the slow song. He puts his cheek on her head and he breathes her in.
Please don't ever let this end.
"I don't want this to end" He tells her.
"Me neither" She says quietly. "Is this real life, Owen?"
"Yeah, this is real life."
He doesn't want this to end. He wants to be closer to her. To be with her. Not be a thousand timezones away and a million miles apart.
Maybe he can convince her to move to Seattle.
Maybe he'll move to Germany.
But he's sure he wants this.
He forgot about everything else.
This is the only thing that matters.
He wants to marry her. He wants her.
He wants to eat Indian food with her and slow dance in the living room and go through bottles of wine and make love in the kitchen and make love by the window watching the snow and make love on the floor.
He wants to reminisce and laugh about the good ol' days and cry about the friends they've lost and talk about anything and everything.
He wants to forever be by her side. He wants to share an OR. He wants to hear her voice every day.
He even wants to maybe raise a family with her.
He'll marry her in a heartbeat.
You know what they say. You should marry your best friend.
He has no doubts right now.
Her in his arms, swaying in her living room.
He promises himself, one day they'll get married.
He tilts her head and looks into her eyes. She is the love of his life. Without a doubt.
"What?" she asks with a small smile.
"Nothing." He says and presses a kiss on her lips.
The doorbell rings and she wiggles out of his arms. "Food!" She finds her pants on the floor and wiggles into it. She laughs and scrunches her nose at him.
He chuckles. God, he loved her. He loved her too much.