This one sets throughout the events of 11x15 and 11x16. I imagine that the make out session in the on call room at the end of 11x15 connects with the opening scene for Omelia on 11x16, so I made the two episodes as a very long day. Amelia and Owen are much more friendly toward each other (obviously lol) and slowly, their relationship is blooming. 11x15 is the episode with Ruby's case (the girl who Owen guides through the phone to perform surgical procedures on her mom when they're trapped in a cabin) and 11x16 is all Omelia fluff. Let's get to it!
The Journey – Part Twelve
Amelia opened the curtains of her bedroom, allowing the sun to shine in through the glass windows. It felt amazing to finally be able to wake up and not be in a rush. Now that she didn't have a draining surgical procedure to worry about, she could finally take her time getting out of the house in the morning and that included even getting some extra snooze minutes in bed after the alarm rang.
As it often happened when her sister in law spent the night at the hospital, Amelia would wake up the kids, prepare their breakfast and then take them to daycare before starting her day at work. After putting on her clothes, she stopped by the window one last time to admire the weather outside. The skies were unusually clear for that time of the year and Amelia smiled to herself, drawing parallels between the atmosphere and the moment she was living. Everything felt fresh and incredibly full of exciting new possibilities.
Her mind was deeply lost in thought when the responsible for her daydreaming left his trailer, walking towards his car. As if sensing she was invoking him in her thoughts, Owen turned his head up in the direction of her window. When their eyes met, Amelia felt a tingling sensation in her stomach at the same time her smile broadened after being immediately reciprocated.
She noticed his gaze lingered for a while longer than usual, which could only mean he also was enjoying that unexpected, silent exchange of looks. Too soon for her taste, Owen slightly tilted his head and intensified his gaze before finally getting inside his truck.
Amelia was still awed by how much the guy could communicate without saying a word. She considered herself to be an empathetic person, but for some reason, with Owen it felt especially easier to pick up the truths he spoke with his eyes, touches and expressions. The way the energy would flow between them felt organic and natural, almost effortless. Unlike other people, Owen would let her know a lot without the need to speak a single word.
Considering all of that, it was hard not to feel like the connection they had was one of a kind. Amelia hadn't met anyone else in her life that made her feel the same things he did and the idea was at the same time very exciting and very alarming. If there was one thing Amelia was familiar with, it was loss. But she was determinate not to let her past shape her future in a negative way. So it was with lighthearted contentment that the neurosurgeon went to work that day, looking forward to the many prospects the near future could bring.
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After her daily rounds, Amelia went downstairs to answer her ER consults. Even though she secretly had hoped to spend some time with her boss, the case they had that day turned out to be more intense than she could initially predict.
Throughout the morning and afternoon, she had the chance to watch closely the way Owen got personally involved in a very challenging crisis. After an earthquake hit, her boss had answered the call of an eleven year old girl who'd been trapped in a cabin with her injured mother. After finding out about it, Amelia hadn't left his side. Not only the case touched her too and the neurosurgeon felt compelled to help as much as she could, the fact Owen looked so moved also made Amelia long for a good outcome.
After the child's cell phone battery died, she watched as Owen entered a state of complete anxiety. Amelia stood next to him, watching as he breathed in and out trying to control himself, often repeating that the girl would call again. She hoped with all her heart that his predictions came true.
Seeing him in such distress deeply touched her. This was an unknown side of Owen, a much softer and more vulnerable layer to his personality that Amelia hadn't exactly been allowed to see yet. Her boss was always in control of things and himself, his authoritative figure overshadowing everyone else's. Amelia had noticed before how Owen was particularly sweet around her, much more than he was with anyone else. But to see him handling so well an aggravating situation with a scared child made Amelia admire the guy even more.
Over the past months, it had become clear to her that Owen liked kids. She often wondered how a guy like him had made it this far in life without having any. Amelia knew he'd been married before but she didn't know the details of why his marriage had ended. She had however, while helping out with her niece and nephew, heard her sister in law commenting more than once how good it was to have some help around the house. During those times, Meredith had even added that even though Cristina was often around, she wasn't exactly a child friendly person. Amelia had met the thoracic surgeon her boss had been married to once and briefly spent some time in the woman's presence before she'd moved out of the country. After getting to know Owen a little better, it became increasingly harder to understand how a guy with values like his could have had a relationship with a woman like Cristina Yang, who obviously didn't vibrate in the same frequency.
In a fraction of a second, an epiphany hit and Amelia wondered if their likely divergence of opinions regarding that matter had led the couple to end a childless marriage. The neurosurgeon knew that for a lot of people, not having kids was a valid option but after months getting to know Owen and seeing how protective, family oriented and loyal he was, she just couldn't associate him with the image of a guy who would be okay with not being a dad. He had always struck her as a man of traditional values and she wondered if the former couple had ever disagreed on the matter of conceiving a baby.
Suddenly feeling an addition of sympathy for her boss, Amelia fought the urge to go to him and ask what she could do to help about the case they had on. There was so much about Owen she still didn't know, but little by little, as she slowly uncovered more about the man, Amelia had to admit it became too difficult not to admire and like him even more. He wasn't exactly the talkative type, but Owen excelled at unconsciously showing his layers through his actions. His silence added to the way he was so invested in helping out the kid who'd called them asking for help was a perfect example of that.
Unable to control herself any longer, Amelia reached out and touched his shoulder, unconsciously longing to ease his distress and show him he had her support. Owen had been there for her so many times before that she felt compelled to reciprocate his kindness and decency as much as she could. The chief of surgery gently turned his head and looked up to meet her eyes, nodding in gratitude for her presence. Amelia was just thinking of what to say when the telephone rang, finally ending the excruciating long wait.
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Amelia's fingers worked skillfully, as she maintained the steadiness of her touch on a woman's brain. Even though every patient was important to the neurosurgeon, regardless of their story, this time around Amelia wanted very much to fix that subdural hematoma and make sure the likelihood of deficits were reduced to a minimum. Somewhere outside the OR, a little girl anxiously waited for her mother to be operated on. And beside her, a man who often occupied Amelia's thoughts waited just as impatiently.
Not long before, Owen had burst into her OR and asked how the patient was doing. Amelia had quickly dismissed him, knowing that in order to do her best, she needed to remain fully focused on the procedure. The patient's injury had thrown a clot right around the same time her boss had unknowingly added more pressure to her shoulders but thankfully for everyone involved, Ruby's mother made out of surgery well and with a good prognosis.
It filled Amelia's heart with joy to give the little girl the good news, and she noticed on Owen's facial expression that he shared the feeling. Together, a while later they stood outside the ICU bed, watching as mother and daughter saw each other for the first time after the accident.
When they made eye contact, Amelia smiled noticing how Owen nearly instantly looked down. He seemed somewhat adorably embarrassed and she wondered if that had to do with the fact that, for the first time, she had seen him exposing his feelings so openly.
"Thank you for today," His deep voice resonated. As he came around the corner and stopped walking, Amelia followed the lead, stopping to face him.
"You're welcome," She smiled back, putting her hands in her coat pockets, unsure of what to do next. That entire miraculous adventure with the kid who had saved her mother in a cabin with medical instructions from a dedicated surgeon seemed too surreal, almost made out of a movie, even though they had just lived it. And the ending had been positive enough to inspire fairy tales feelings in Amelia.
Too contaminated with that vibrating energy and the lightness of spirit Owen instilled in her, the neurosurgeon approached him, suggestively opening her arms. The movement wasn't at all planned; instead it was born from an urge Amelia felt to share with him the same state of bliss she was in. Together, they had turned an awful situation into a miracle save and there wasn't anyone Amelia would rather have done that with.
Without hesitation, Owen embarked in her offer. Amelia felt one of his arms wrapping around her waist with ease, as his other hand rubbed her back with affectionate care. She'd meant to briefly embrace his neck in a chaste hug, but before she could realize what she was doing, Amelia slid her hand on the length of his shoulder all the way down to his arm, feeling his powerful strength beneath her open palm.
The neurosurgeon had more than once wondered if Owen was as solid as he looked. Despite the fact they'd kissed once, there had been a considerable distance between their bodies at that moment. Now, for the first time, Amelia felt the amazing warmth of his solid structure as she found out how intoxicatingly sweet his masculinity could be.
And then it became too hard to let go.
Owen noticed how Amelia hesitated, unwilling to break their embrace. Friendly hugs didn't usually last that long. It was only when the thought occurred to him that Owen realized he also hadn't let go.
Throughout the entire day, he'd noticed the way Amelia had loyally stood by his side, stepping up to help with a difficult situation without the need of him asking her to. After operating on Ruby's mother, the neurosurgeon seemed genuinely happy to see the woman and the girl reunited. Her behavior had deeply touched Owen and now, standing this close to her, able to breathe in the amazing scent of her hair, he felt an exponential desire to hold her closer and never let go.
Owen was aware of the exact moment when, after he touched her brown locks, Amelia relaxed and melted in his embrace. Her arms surrounded his shoulder as she exhaled heavily. He tightened the grip around her waist, pulling her nearer. It never failed to delight Owen how adorably small she was. With one arm, he could easily bring her forward against his chest, allowing his free hand to gently caress the loose hair on her back.
It was amazing to finally be able to touch her like that. Owen felt like he'd been anticipating that moment for longer than he could remember. Ever since their first kiss, he'd been craving for more. The memory of touching her was already incredible enough, but the reality of having her in his arms didn't compare to anything else he'd ever experienced.
With a conformed sigh, Owen realized the intensity of the moment they were sharing. Even though they stood on a hallway, in what looked like an innocent hug, he knew there was way more to it than just a platonic exchange of sentiments. Unwilling to let her go, Owen slid his free hand around her waist, keeping her close to his body as he slowly allowed Amelia to pull apart just enough so she could face him.
"Come with me," He took her hand, belatedly realizing they needed more privacy for what he intended to do.
Amelia barely had time to process what he was doing when she found herself being taken from the hall. Unsurprisingly, Owen hadn't exactly asked, but she didn't mind it one bit. The neurosurgeon followed him through the familiar surroundings of the hospital, feeling his large hand fully covering hers as he led the way for them. Only when Owen opened the door to an on call room and made room for her to enter before him, Amelia realized what was happening.
Her boss closed the door after them and swiftly locked it. Amelia was standing in the middle of the room and he went to her, unceremoniously splaying his hands on the sides of her waist, pulling her nearer with such ease that it amused her.
Amelia was desperately attracted to him and she also couldn't wait for the kiss they'd been postponing for far too long. But what really swept her off her feet was the way Owen touched his forehead to hers, intensely staring into her eyes as a relaxed smirk formed on his lips.
"Hi," His whisper was slow and seductive, breaking Amelia's defenses completely.
That very simple word had a deep meaning and Amelia understood it. That was the first time the two of them were alone together on purpose. Before, when they'd shared physical moments, never had it been planned. Instead, the situations unfolded on the spur of the moment.
Now, however, Amelia was as well aware as Owen of what was going to unfold and the anticipation was too delightful to skip it. She smiled back at him when his hands traveled from her waist to the curve of her neck, gently brushing the side of her face on an affectionate caress.
Owen was thinking of how smooth her skin was and how feminine her gracious figure looked when she took a step forward, bringing her face up to deliberately kiss him. Owen was surprised by her swift move, but at the same time utterly pleased. Soon enough, her gentle touch enticed him. Unable to hold his desire, Owen's hungry mouth parted her lips, deepening their kiss.
He was amused to notice she was as into it as he was. Amelia grabbed him fiercely with her tiny hands, running them up and down his arms, unknowingly charging Owen even more. His gentle touch on her face became a rough grab around her waist, beneath her white coat. Amelia felt him pulling her body to mold to his and she responded with a fierce push on his chest, forcing Owen against the door so she could kiss him back with the same hunger he seemed to be exploring her lips.
The trauma surgeon felt his back being mercilessly crashed against the wall, as the door handle violently collided against his spine. It amused him to realize that Amelia was having a hard time controlling her desire too. He could feel her hands all over his shoulders, arms and chest, exploring and touching as she struggled to seize control of his lips. Owen did his best not to lose control completely. She was so small and yet so feisty that the neurosurgeon had actually managed to trap him inside her web of desire, grinding him against the door under her touch.
The realization pleased Owen more than he could process and before he processed what he was doing, he pulled apart, holding her face in his arms while struggling to catch his breath. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was just as heavy, informing Owen he wasn't the only one who'd been assaulted by a wave of hot, strong desire. Pulling apart just enough to look into her eyes, the chief of surgery silently asked the question, noticing how Amelia discreetly nodded her head in consent.
Determinate to put an end to that delightful agony, Owen swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist, easily lifting her from the ground to then carry her to the closest bed.
Amelia's plans to take thing slowly and allow them to explore that sensual energy with careful control went down the drain the moment he placed her on the bed and covered her body with his. It wasn't the first time she realized the incredible capacity Owen had to be, at the same time, sweetly intense and roughly tender. As his hand gently caressed her hair, his mouth took hers in a kiss that numbed Amelia's senses.
As they lay in a messy tangle of arms and legs, she could feel the weight of his body on hers, delighted to be imprisoned beneath him. Owen's hands slid up and down her sides, exploring the curves of her hips and waist. He realized it was getting way too hard to fight the urge to pull her scrub tops up and explore the warmth of her soft skin with his lips.
Owen wanted very much for that to happen, but he hadn't exactly planned for it to happen there. The trauma surgeon was just thinking of a way to gather the strength to pull apart when his phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts completely.
"Pager…" He nearly whispered, trying to control his breath.
"Nooo…"
Owen heard her moaning in response and it physically hurt him to lift his head from her neck. Chuckling at her obvious desire to prolong that amazing contact they were having, Owen kissed her once more. "I know… hey," He pulled apart to a considerable distance this time, determinate to get up, interrupt what they were doing while he still could and go answer the call.
But as Owen stopped to look into her eyes and explain why they needed to stop, his eyes caught sight of her face and suddenly, every rational thought slipped his mind. All he could focus on were Amelia's gorgeous blue eyes shinning with desire and longing. Her leg clenched his, tightening its grip around his thigh, making it very clear she didn't wish him to go. And the way her eyes traveled from his gaze to his lips made Owen lose control completely.
He immediately drowned himself in her again, exploring every corner of Amelia's mouth with explosive intensity.
The pager continued to buzz, leading Owen to think that the only possible explanation for the annoying interruption was that everything was conspiring to make sure they didn't go any further. Rationally, Owen knew Amelia deserved better than that. He wanted to do things the traditional, proper way with her and having sex for the first time in an on call room wasn't exactly the most romantic idea.
Gathering in those thoughts the strength to pull apart, Owen smiled when he noticed the look of frustration on her face.
"Sorry… We will continue this later," He informed her, referring to way he intended to kiss her.
Owen's last image was the irritation on Amelia's face as he responded to the work call and unwillingly left her.
"We better!" The neurosurgeon replied, throwing her back on the bed to regain control of her messy emotions.
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Throughout the rest of the day, Amelia kept busy working on ER cases. Despite her wish, she didn't see much of her boss. The neurosurgeon knew he was also busy with his own patients, which was why a smile brightened her entire face when she was checking a patient file on a tablet and felt his vibrating presence right behind her back, too close to her body.
"Are you done here?" Owen's deep voice whispered so close to her ear that Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Nearly," She replied in the same tone, trying to be discreet.
"You know where I'll be."
Owen punctuated his sentence with a brief but bold squeeze on the left side of her hip. It was too discreet for anyone else to notice, but Amelia felt the intimacy of the touch and all her senses were once again brought to life in anticipation for being alone with him.
Finishing typing the data she had to enter on the chart as fast as she could, the neurosurgeon put the tablet back on the counter at the nurses' station and rushed to the on call room where Owen had left her earlier that day.
"Hi," Amelia sheepishly said, closing the door after her.
"Hey," Owen replied with a genuine, happy smile. He had spent the past five minutes anxiously waiting, wondering if she'd really come. Despite all signs pointing to Amelia reciprocating his feelings, she was so unpredictable that when it came to the fiery neurosurgeon, Owen was never sure.
Amelia noticed he was sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for her. The realization made her heart ache with longing. Was it possible to already miss him this much already? Shrugging the idea away from her mind, Amelia tried to focus on what was concrete.
Owen slowly got up, keeping a smile on his face. Even though he'd already decided that having sex in that impersonal room wasn't the best choice for their first time, it didn't mean he desire to kiss her or be in her presence any less.
"So…" Amelia started, looking intensely into his eyes with an adorable smile lurking on her lips. "It's later now."
"Yeah," Owen approached her, watching as she did the same and met him halfway.
The significance of that simple gesture touched Owen deeply. In all his previous relationships, he'd felt like he was always the one making all the effort to make things work. He didn't know this yet, but with Amelia, nothing would feel like work. Compromising and meeting half way would be a natural consequence of their dynamic as they spent a lifetime being considerate of each other's feelings and respecting one another, even when they made mistakes.
Amelia saw the sweet way he was looking at her and she felt special. Owen's eyes communicated so much and she was overwhelmed to see so much care and appreciation. The surgeon knew that even though they weren't as erotically charged as they were earlier that day, both still wanted very much to be together. The only thing different was that now, instead of a blinding sexual desire, Owen's eyes were overflowing with affection.
She stood in front of him, gently running her hands up his arms, enjoying the intimacy of his touch. It was exciting to explore that newly found level of familiarity. Amelia was discovering that sometimes, being intimate with someone wasn't necessarily about sex. As she felt Owen's hand exploring the curve of her waist and slowly going up, brushing on the side of her breast, she figured that even though the contact had sexual desire, it was actually loaded mostly with tender affection.
Feeling an overwhelming sensation of bliss, Amelia looked up, eager to be kissed by the only guy who'd ever made her feel so many different emotions. As usual, Owen didn't disappoint, gently holding her face to bring her lips closer to his touch. Her hands held the sides of his body, traveling up to his elbows around the same time both their phones started to buzz again.
"Oh my God…"
"You gotta be kidding me…"
Owen realized they'd both talked at the same time when they pulled apart and each checked their phone, once again obviously discontent with their predicament.
"Well?" He asked, too upset at yet another interruption.
"Yeah." Amelia confirmed that she also had to go. It was clear she wasn't the least bit happy about it.
"Yeah." He sighed heavily, trying to recover his thinking state of mind. Reaching out, Owen grabbed his white coat after he chivalrously opened the door, making room for her to exit first.
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The trauma surgeon was too irritated with the multiple interruptions, reason why he wasn't exactly courteous with the ER staff after arriving there.
"Someone paged me about a patient?"
One of the nurses noticed the tone of distress in the chief of surgery's voice and replied with a scowl.
"There is a man on exam room three insisting that you told him to come today at this hour for a follow up."
"What?" Owen frowned, picking up the file. It was nearly eleven in the evening, he would never have a patient come back at that hour. But when he read the name on the tablet, he instantly remembered what that was all about. Looking back at the nurse with an apologetic nod, he explained. "I'll handle it. Thank you."
The chief of surgery walked through the emergency room, noticing how everything was running smoothly within the department.
"Hey, Mr. Pratt," Owen greeted the patient when he walked in the designated exam room, closing the door after himself. He looked up to see a strongly built man in his late sixties. The guy was wearing a neatly cut suit, a very expensive wristwatch and his beard was flawlessly shaved, even though they were at the late hours of the day.
"Dr. Hunt, it's good to see you." The man replied with a firm handshake.
"How are you feeling?" Owen asked with interest. "Everything good?"
"The problem was solved." The man replied with sincerity, going straight to the matter.
Owen had met Oliver Pratt a few months before, right after Amelia Shepherd had performed an unorthodox neurosurgical procedure on the guy's two year old granddaughter and cured her from a massive brain tumor. Mr. Pratt had been so grateful for the leap of faith the young head of neurosurgery had taken that he'd come back and donated an insane amount of money and resources to her department.
During that visit, Owen had found out the guy was one of the most powerful executives in the chain of command of General Electric, a huge multinational conglomerate corporation of technology. When Mr. Pratt had returned a second time looking for the chief of surgery at the hospital, Owen had supposed the guy was in fact looking for the neurosurgeon who had operated on his granddaughter, but found out that the man was in fact seeking for a consult for himself.
After a quick exchange of words, Owen had discovered why the guy had looked for him at an unusual hour, claiming he wanted discretion. His physical exam confirmed Owen's initial diagnosis and after a quick check up and a few exams, Owen booked an OR late at night and operated on the patient, fulfilling his wish to have the procedure done with as much privacy as possible.
The trauma surgeon had asked the senior guy to come back for a check up that night. Owen had been so caught up with the cases that day and the inebriating presence of Amelia Shepherd still lingering in his every thought that he'd completely obliterated the post op consult from his mind.
"Looks like you're in perfect shape," Owen attested with a professional grin after as he took off his gloves when they finished the physical exam. "Any remaining symptoms?"
"Absolutely none," Mr. Pratt replied with gratitude, finishing buttoning his pants. He had liked the stern, confident chief of surgery from the first moment they'd met but after finding out that like him, Owen had also served in the army, and being able to count on his discretion to solve a very embarrassing medical problem, Oliver Pratt took an instant liking for the guy. "Dr. Hunt, are you busy this Thursday?"
Owen was just finishing up taking notes on a tablet when he looked up, trying to contain his alarm. Why exactly was the guy asking him if he had a free night when he'd just…?
"My wife's country club is hosting a benefit auction on Thursday for a charity committee and there are some people there I'd like you to meet," Oliver Pratt explained with cool practicality, vanishing every inappropriate idea that had briefly occurred in Owen's mind.
"Oh," The chief of surgery replied, trying to disguise his relief that the question didn't have a personal connotation as he'd initially considered.
"For all that's worth, you operated on my appendix and that's how we met." Pratt decided, making it very clear that Owen shouldn't in any circumstances mention the cause of their second encounter. "I spoke great things about your hospital and the service you run to a couple of colleagues and they were very interested in looking at Grey Sloan for prospective business partnerships." The businessman went on, slowly clarifying the reasons why he thought Owen would be interested in the event. "They also know about the way your head of neurosurgery saved my Bella. So, add to that the fact they're truly impressed." The man added with a tender smile as he mentioned his granddaughter. "How is Dr. Shepherd, by the way?" He asked with an undeniable smile of gratitude.
"She's…Um," Owen cleared his throat, feeling his face inevitably blush as he thought about Amelia. "She is doing very well." He added with a smile. "Making very good use of the resources you provided, sir."
"I'm glad to hear that," Pratt seemed genuinely pleased as he slowly went back to a more professional tone. "You see, this is exactly what I had in mind by inviting you over on Friday," The senior took his wallet from his pocket and handed Owen a small business card. "Lots of investors will be there and I expect you to make a good impression on them." He spoke proudly, almost as if knowing he was returning Owen a big favor. "You know… a lot of wealthy people, bored out of their minds, with a lot of charity money sitting around… Just waiting for the right cause to donate it to." Pratt nearly winked, informing Owen of what was in for him if he did attend the dinner. "You're welcome to bring company with you. The auction starts at ten." Oliver Pratt grabbed his formal coat and put it over his suit. "I'll meet you at the hotel bar for drinks at nine thirty." He informed Owen with the propriety of a guy who was used to having business done his way.
Owen quickly tried to think of the appointments he had planned for that week, trying to remember his exact schedule to make sure he was free on said date.
"I'll see you then, sir." He nodded in agreement, quickly saving the card on his pocket as the man walked out of the exam room.
The idea of going to a fancy dinner party with Seattle's richest businessmen didn't excite Owen at all. He knew the evening would probably revolve around people not so subtly comparing their wealth with each other as they spent an insane amount of money on items that weren't worth a quarter of their initial bid. That auction was going to be a dull excuse to show off the extent of their financial power and yet, they disguised it as a charity event to make it more politically correct.
Even though Owen hated that kind of environment, where nothing was what it seemed, he knew that for the hospital's sake, he couldn't skip it. Oliver Pratt had pretty much said that the chances of getting another round of generous donations to Grey Sloan were high and as chief, Owen often had to partake in boring events like those. He tried to cheer himself up by thinking of the improvements he could make in the residency program if they got a donation to be invested in education but then a thought struck his mind and suddenly, the idea of attending the boring dinner party became surprisingly exciting.
Owen drove home with that thought in mind and to his pleased surprise he saw Amelia arriving at the house at the same time he turned off the car engine. Quickly making his way to Derek and Meredith's front porch, Owen was able to catch up with her before she entered the house.
"Jesus!" Not for the first time, Amelia took her hand to her chest, absolutely startled by the way he had sneakily approached her. "How can you move without making a single noise?" She asked grumpily. His shameless chuckle and apparent satisfaction to have scared her irritated the neurosurgeon even more, making Amelia impulsively hit his arm with a folded subscription magazine that had been lying on one of the wood tables.
Owen's subsequent laughter and the way he completely disregarded her hit, almost as if Amelia had barely even tickled his shoulder added to her dissatisfaction.
"Don't do that!" She complained, still angry at his sneaky manners.
"You scare too easily," Owen provoked her, watching as her face transformed into a scowl of disapproval. Unable to contain a smile, he approached her, unceremoniously splaying his arms on the sides of her waist and pulling her closer, making her breasts collide against his chest. "Someone is not pleased." He smiled, stating the obvious.
Amelia tried to keep her angry façade but as he gently brushed her cheek with his lips, initiating a trail of soft kisses down the outline of her jaw all the way to her neck, she couldn't help cracking up.
"You're tickling me!" She held a fit of laughter, hoping no one would hear them. It was past midnight and she knew Meredith and the kids were probably asleep, but didn't want to take any chances. Whatever she and Owen had going on was too intense and too recent, and she wasn't ready to share it with anybody but him just yet.
"I kind of have the feeling that the moment I kiss you, my phone will ring." Owen joked, watching as she deliciously laughed.
"Well, then don't," Amelia provoked him, obviously not meaning what she'd just said.
Owen seemed to know it, because he ignored her words completely and bent over, pulling her into his arms as he slowly explored the outlines of her lips before parting them with his. Owen leaned back on the wood railing of the porch, drawing his long legs apart so that Amelia could stand in the middle, leveling their heights.
"I'm glad I caught up with you before you went to bed." He started, determinate to tell her what he'd gone there to say.
"Yeah?" Amelia raised her eyebrows in question, obviously reaching the conclusion he'd meant to join her.
Owen picked up on it and laughed, amused at how transparent she was.
"I meant, because I wanted to ask you something," He set it straight, watching as her face flushed in embarrassment, even though she kept shamelessly smiling at him. Owen took one hand to the side of her face and gently brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, placing it behind her ear. "I just got an invitation to attend a work event on Thursday." He initiated the conversation, not exactly sure how he'd propose it. Owen very much wanted to take Amelia out and spend time alone with her, preferably on something that wasn't work related. But knowing about her tight schedule and his, he didn't envision it happening anytime sooner than the next Thursday. And Owen couldn't wait much longer. "Would you like to come with me?" He smiled adorably at her, intensely staring into her eyes.
"What do you mean, work event?" Amelia grinned, knowing in his smile that he was up to something. "What kind of event?"
"A very boring, very pretentious dinner party." Owen explained with lighthearted contentment. "Do you remember Oliver Pratt?" He asked, watching as Amelia nodded yes in response. "He is participating of this auction thing and wants me to come because he says there are possible investors there who might want to donate funds for hospital research and education."
"So, let me get this straight," Amelia splayed her hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them downwards to his chest. "You're asking me to go on a very boring, very pretentious date?" She raised her eyebrows, looking undeniably amused.
"Well, I'm a romantic guy… I like to make a good first impression." Owen replied with good mood, making her heartily laugh. He watched with delight the way she seemed so relaxed and happy. "So, what do you say?"
Amelia's eyes searched for his and when they met, she smiled broadly, enchanting him with her dimples.
"Alright, I'll go with you." She decided, already excited with the idea.
"It's settled, then." Owen gently straightened his body up, casting a shadow on her face as he bent over to kiss her. "You go to bed, now."
"Alone?" Amelia raised her eyebrows playfully, knowing she was tempting him.
"You better not have anyone up there waiting for you," He chuckled in response, clearly marking his territory. At the same time it was too soon for them to take that step, he wanted Amelia all to himself and wouldn't share her with anyone else.
The neurosurgeon smiled and unlocked the front door under his careful watch. When she was almost inside, Owen grabbed her wrist and swiftly pulled her back, making Amelia giggle at his inability to let her go.
"You forgot to say good night," He said as an excuse to steal another kiss.
"Go home," Amelia laughed out loud when he gently attacked her neck with kisses and bites. "Go, get out of here before your phone rings," She playfully pushed him, having too much fun to pretend she was anything other than deeply amused.
"Don't even say it," He joked back, watching as she settled to leave again. Owen still tried to stop her, mischievously holding her by the waist, but as Amelia laughed trying to break free, he gently released her from his grip, chastely patting her bottom before she finally entered the house.
It was with reinvigorated energy that Owen went home that night. In a few hours, he'd have to go back to work, but nothing could spoil the good mood he was in. The woman who haunted his dreams had happily walked into his arms more than once that day, and the chief of surgery longed for the moment when he'd finally have her all to himself, without the chance of any interruptions.
Another great idea struck Owen's mind and he couldn't help reveling in the thought. On Thursday, they were going to the fanciest hotel in the city to attend a dinner party. It took place in a considerably far location from their workplace, at a late hour, in a hotel filled with vacant rooms where no one could ever find them.
Owen wanted very much to take Amelia out on a proper date and spend some quality time in her company before they finally had their much anticipated first time. She seemed to long for it as much as he did, and the thought filled his heart with joy. Considering the fact Amelia didn't yet have a place of her own, and Owen's trailer was far from being a romantic location, an obvious solution was one reservation away for Owen to give Amelia the perfect evening he thought she deserved.
If he didn't do it, it wouldn't take long before they got carried away with stolen kisses inside on call rooms, and even though sneaking out with her pleased Owen very much, having sex on hospital brown sheets behind a locked door like two teenagers was not at all what he envisioned for their first night together.
Smiling from ear to ear after considering all the facts, the chief of surgery made up his mind. The minute he woke up, Owen would call the hotel and book the best room they had available for the following Thursday evening, already anxiously counting the minutes for that night to finally come.
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