Wow, I forgot about this story, had a little writers block but hopefully will be able to finish all my works in progress soon so I can begin to write down all these new ideas flooding my mind. Sorry for the delay and plz let me know what you think.

The door was shut rather forcibly; the click of the lock whistled away into the air and all that was left was the echo of his ragged breath and the beating of her heart. As soon as she turned around, his hands wrapped around her waist possessively and his lips crushed against hers in a desperate attempt to show her just how much she'd been missed. Her hands enveloped his neck and held on for dear life, his skin just as smooth and soft as she had once remembered it and only on drunken nights allowed her self the leisure to dream about it.

Nothing could of prepared her for the rush of emotions that seeped through every pore and fiber of her being, it was almost deprecating, the way he pulled her close to him, willing them to mold together so to never separate again. The smell of his aftershave, intoxicating her senses as her mind replayed long lost nostalgic memories of the beginning of their love affair. In a single second they were no longer long lost lovers, she was the damsel in distress and he, her knight in camouflage.

His lips waging a war on hers, reacquainting themselves with what he's missed, what he's longed for and what he is sure of- they will never separate again, he will make sure of it. Her tongue deliciously dancing inside his mouth, teasing and titillating him until he cant take it anymore and he captures it with his own.

How have I lived without her? He ponders, as he begrudgingly pulls away from the kiss before his lungs give out. She fights hard to catch her breath, especially because of they way he's looking at her, his eyes, they say so much more than any words that could come out of his mouth. And that why she fell in love with him, that's why she's still in love with him, because whenever words fail the two of them, all one has to do is look into the others eyes and everything that needs to be said, is said.

"I missed you," He mutters into her ear as his hand snakes underneath her top to feel her bare flesh. His hands are so manly, the way he uses them is so sexy, and the shocks of electricity they ignite throughout her body are so enticing that she thinks she could come undone with a few flicks of his wrist in between her legs.

"Me too," She purrs against his chest, her excitement reaching its peak when his erection brushes up against her thigh.

She uses her hands to take of his tie and unbutton his dress shirt while he shrugs off his lab coat and lifts up her shirt above her head. There's a frantic need to undress each other, reacquaint with what they had once lost, and feel a connection that that had been missing the past year. Clothes were thrown haphazardly around the room, each not wanting to lose contact with the other and in deep desperation to become one again.

He looks at her naked body standing in front of him and can't believe that she's here, in the flesh. He'd dreamed about this moment for so long, prayed to God that she'd come back to him, and hoped that they would get their happy ending. The love he had for her was debilitating, it was all consuming, there was no way round it, she was the sun and he was the moon, his happiness and livelihood revolved around her and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

He lifts her up into his arms while she wraps her legs around his waist. Her back is pushed up against the door while his strong leg and arm muscles keep her hiked up at the perfect angle for him to enter her.

"I'm sorry for the lack of foreplay but we can have enough of that later," He looks into her eyes with an apologetic smile, "I just need to feel myself inside of you right now." He says as he lifts her hips up a bit before burying his entire length inside of her in one long, hard stroke.

She wills herself to keep her eyes open and fixated on him as she lets out a deep- throated moan, which he reciprocates with low grunts and growls. "Oh, God, its been so long." She breathes, as the waves of pleasure start making her feel faint, she doesn't know how she went without him for this long.

She's already so wet, and oh so tight, her walls envelope him into her heat and tighten around him, sending little shock waves of pleasure all around him. She feels amazing and if they weren't in the middle of sex, he would let himself get emotional and sentimental, but right now he was concentrated on making her feel good, make her come like never before.

He was resilient on building up her orgasm, taking his sweet old time, drive her to the brink of insanity, but she looks up at him with her lustful almond eyes, slowly making him crack under pressure and when she bites her bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name, looking sexier than ever, all his restraint is thrown out the window and he begins to pound into her like a caged animal finally being set free. His will is gone and his need to finish both of them off is his driving force, their mouths come together in sloppy and wet kisses, the fire and passion escalading with every passing second. She reaches one hand down to play with her clit and he crumbles at her feet, he fights to keep from exploding until he feels her pussy contract and tighten around his cock, her moans of pleasure fill the air and he comes with her, his seed spilling into her in sporadic never-ending spurts.

Their foreheads touch as they both struggle to catch there breathe and wait for their heart rates to go back to normal.

"I love you," She says in a whisper so small that he didn't know if he had imagined it, one look into her eyes and he knew she had said it.

Something so beautiful and rare had just happened, she had uttered those words before him. In the past, after they had made love, he would declare his love for her and she would reciprocate. But now, she was the first to say it, and it knocked all the oxygen right back out of his body. She had changed, not that he would love her any less if she hadn't but her letting him know she loved him first, made him love her back that much more.

He puts her down without a word while she still leans against the wall. He gets down on his knees and lifts one of her legs across his shoulder. He breathes an "I love you." Before he buries his face in between her legs and laps at her juices until her eyes roll back and she's coming all over his face.

"Owen!" Meredith yelled, slightly jogging to catch up with him. "Have you seen Cristina? I've been looking for her everywhere." She asked, stopping when she had a chance to examine him.

"Why's your shirt all wrinkly? and your tie is on backwards." She stated as she reached up to fix it. The close proximity enabled her to recognize a familiar scent. "Why do you smell like Cristina slept on top of you?" She asked before she put two and two together. He gave her a sheepish grin as his cheeks turned a few shades of red. She sniffed him again, "You smell like sex," She observed before adding, "You had sex with Cristina!" She was unable to control her pitch and excitement.

"Meredith, could you be any louder?" He scolded her when he noticed a couple glances their way.

"What are you looking at?" Meredith mocked a passing resident, "Didn't you mother teach you to mind your own business and not eavesdrop?" When the resident halted to a stop and stared at her like a deer in headlights, Meredith stared her down with a glaze. "Get out of my face!" She hissed.

After the intern ran away from them, Meredith turned back to Owen. "Anyways, I'm happy for you, I'm happy for her too, just don't let her leave us again, we need to find a way to make her stay, I need my person and you need your wife back." She gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "So, after you two got done getting down and dirty, did she mention where she was going?"

Owen sighed, the flush in his cheeks returning, "She went to get Teagan from daycare before she has to hop on a plane back to Boston tomorrow." He ended his sentence on a somber not. "How can I let her go when I just found her again, Mer?" The devastation evident in his eyes and in the way his voice cracked.

"You need a house of candles." She stated as if he was suppose to know what that meant.

"-Wh, What?" He asked in confusion.

"I built Derek a house of candles, you need a grand gesture, and something she can't turn down, to make her realize that this is where she's meant to be, that you're her home. I can help you plan it…"