Relationship discussions are, as it turns out, incredibly hard to write. Hopefully this isn't too weird. This chapter is Owen's POV. Sense a pattern yet?
I'm sitting in another meeting, about my fifth of the day, when my mind starts to wander. I'm thinking about Amelia, of course. I can't help but think about how amazing the past twenty-four hours have been. It's been forever since I've felt this... Awake. Alive, even. I'm smart enough to know that the word love shouldn't be on my radar, yet, but Amelia's awoken something in me that I didn't even know that I had.
I can't wait until I can see her again. It'll be hard, sure. Not letting the entire hospital know that I'm dating Amelia Shepherd, I mean. Because every time she walks into a room, it's impossible not to stare at her. But concealing our relationship at work is a small price to pay if everything continues to go the way it went last night, and this morning.
After we finished an incredible round of morning sex - the perfect way to start my day - I made her breakfast. We were about to go back to bed post-sex, but her stomach started to growl, so I offered to cook. Sleeping was more ideal than getting out of bed, but I'd do practically anything at this point, if it involved her.
Scrambled eggs and toast hardly seemed like something to rave over, especially considering my limited cooking abilities, but she seemed really impressed.
"You know, I'm not really a cook. So, uh... You don't have to pretend to like those."
"No, they're great. Amazing, actually. I can't cook. Like at all. I've burnt toast on more than one occasion, and I'm pretty sure that if takeout didn't deliver, I'd starve."
I had to smile at that. My brain started to conjure up images of Amelia putting toast in the toaster and then walking away to read some article, and forgetting about it until she came back into the kitchen, and smoke was everywhere.
"I'd be happy to cook eggs and toast for you whenever you want."
This was my first real comment, out loud anyways, about any sort of longevity between us. I didn't really think about that until after I said it, and then I started to get nervous. What if she didn't want a relationship? What if it was just about sex?
These were probably all things that we needed to discuss. So... why not now?
"I'd really like that. I think Derek's probably tired of me mooching off of his morning breakfasts, and Meredith might actually be worse at cooking than I am-"
"So are we dating?"
I cut her off mid-ramble, and then I froze. Shit. What was I thinking?
"You don't, uh, have to answer that. I'm sorry. It's just... This morning was good - great, even. And last night... was even better. And I don't... Ah, I don't want you to think that it's only about sex for me. Because it's not. I like you, Amelia. And I want to... date you."
Somehow, in about thirty seconds, I managed to lose all of the charm and sexiness that I might have acquired during our night together. I'm back-peddling now, and I know it. I'm offering her an out, an escape, something to end this awkwardness.
I was too busy fumbling my way through an explanation to even notice the smile that began to form on her face. Of course, I stopped rambling when she kissed me. I would pretty much stop whatever I was doing if I was guaranteed that Amelia would be kissing me.
"You know, I'm usually the one that does all of the embarrassing rambling. When I showed up to the trailer... Asking you if you dated co-workers. It's nice that it's you for a change."
Her quick-witted comment had me laughing. Although, I think we're about even when it comes to embarrassing moments.
"Thanks. I'll try to embarrass myself around you more often."
She was laughing, too, at this point. She has an amazing laugh. If nothing else, I wanna spend a lot of time trying to make her laugh, because that is a sound that I don't ever wanna live without.
"But, to answer your question... I think we should. Date, I mean. I'm a mess, you're a mess. I think we'd be good, too. But you do realize that means you have to take me on an actual date, right?"
"Yeah I'd... really like that."
I could actually feel the tension leaving my body. I was ecstatic that the awkward conversations, for the most part, were behind us. With all the crap that we've both been through lately, we deserve something fun. And I'm more than a little glad that I can start having fun with her.
Talk about double entendres.
"So I know that I can't have you all day... But when exactly do I lose you?"
At this point she was sitting on my kitchen counter, her legs swinging underneath her. Still wearing only my shirt. God, this was a good day.
"I should probably start getting ready, actually. People were expecting me about an hour ago..."
The look in her eye was one of pure mischief. Curious, given the news that I just delivered to her, about me having to leave. But hey, I'll bite.
"What? What's that look for?"
"Well... You have to shower."
"Yeah."
"So... You have to shower, I have to shower."
Oh. I was starting to get it now.
"We should probably just shower together. For... environmental reasons."
"Exactly. There are droughts happening in parts of the world. It'd be a shame for us waste water."
So we showered together. And I'm not gonna lie, showering alone now seems like the worst punishment in the world. I can't imagine showering without her in there with me, passing me the soap, distracting me from actually getting ready.
But as much as I liked showering with her, and believe me, I did, I liked seeing her in the trailer even more. I like that she used my spare comb to brush out her hair, and that she borrowed my deodorant. That she felt comfortable enough to maneuver around me while I did my morning routine. It all felt... natural.
As I was finishing up my routine, and she was sitting on the bed watching me, I had to ask:
"So, we never said, but tomorrow night?"
"That sounds perfect. I get off at seven."
Since we drove together to the trailer, I dropped her back off at the hospital, but not before we made out like teenagers in the parking lot. It was a delayed goodbye, but what can I say? I can't get enough.
As she was got into her car to go back to Meredith and Derek's, I noticed my t-shirt sticking out of her purse. She had changed into her original clothes from the night before, but she kept my shirt. Maybe it's something minor, but it doesn't feel like that to me. It feels big.
So that's how I ended up here, in yet another budget meeting, thinking about Amelia. Is it any wonder that I'm still reeling from our morning together?
