Neither of them could recall when it started, it seemed to have always just been there. The secret locked between them. The secret glances, whispers, eyebrow raises and words muttered hurriedly whilst passing in the halls. Answers and questions that could be formed using one word, one look. Where they would meet. What time. There was never an if because they always made it happen; they would have been lost if they couldn't find their way back to each other.
So he found her in the middle of the night. Nestled in the darkness of the alley behind the hospital room, the locked on call room in the hospital, next to the fans in the boiler room, on the floor of her apartment, he found her. And she let him. She waited in the dark to be sought out, pressed against, forced into trembling. She waited all day for what she wanted more than anything she'd ever wanted before.
Teddy was soft, feminine and gentle. She was scared and needy. She filled the gaps inside of Owen in more ways than he could ever fill her. He loved the way his hands covered hers completely, the way she allowed herself to be so small to him even though he had seen in Iraq just how big she could be. She gave herself to him. And he took her.
It was never gentle and yet it always was. How he pressed her body against the wall and his body against hers, raising her hands above her head and biting her neck almost but not quite to the point of drawing blood. Pushing her hands together so he could hold them both there over her head with just one of his hands allowing the other to grasp the sides of her small frame, sliding under her shirt and reveling at the touch of her skin.
His moved quickly to her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her away from the wall and closer to him. And she drowned herself in him. She let herself fall and be engulfed in what she could only think of as her version of Owen. The way he tasted like salt and heat and anguish, he smelled like sweat and sand and sun and dirty rust and cologne all at once. How his eyes glazed over and looked hungry, starving for her, almost like a rabid animal. She lost herself in him and wished that she would never be found.
He spun her suddenly so she was facing the wall and bent her over. She pressed her hands on the brick wall but couldn't even feel how cold it was. Owen tore her scrubs down around her ankles and she stepped with her left foot out of them. He spread her legs and she felt him pulling his own scrubs down around his ankles. And then he was sliding inside her, skin on skin, flesh on flesh, human and animal, nothing and everything.
His hands found their way around her waist and up inside her shirt to her breasts and to her sweet sensitive nipples and stayed there, kneading and caressing and stroking and grabbing all along. And then he started to pump and she bent her legs just a little and her voice echoed in the alley moaning his name.
He always brought her to the edge first but when he came he moaned low and guttural and pulled her onto his hardness pushing him deeper inside her than she ever thought possible. She felt him shudder before he slid out and away from her. They shared one last look before they pulled there clothes back into place, straightened their hair and wiped sweat away from their faces.
There were no words. It was a silent understanding. They would hide in the darkness, share that sweet secret with no one, and force themselves not to break apart when they went back inside the hospital afterward. Promised they wouldn't break when she playfully flirted with Mark knowing that Owen was watching. Promised they wouldn't falter at the sound of peoples suggestive comments about the two of them and their past. Promised she wouldn't break when he pushed open those hospital doors and kissed Christina, with his hands placed exactly where they had touched Teddy's body only moments before.