Timeline for Part 15:
Okie, as you guys know, this one sets during the ending of 11x17 and the beginning of 11x18. Basically, it's Omelia's first time together, but includes the before-during-after and also the next morning.
The Journey – Part FifteenAmelia felt the firm hold of Owen's hand in hers as he led the way for them. Even though she'd been to his trailer a few times, up until now she had never actually gone inside it.
The interior actually surprised her, for Amelia had always believed it to be smaller and way more claustrophobic. After a quick look around, she realized it was also cozier than she'd initially imagined. The place was neatly kept, with a tasteful masculine decoration. A sugar brown couch facing a small table booth served as living room, whereas a wooden carved space with few cabinets, a refrigerator and a discreet stove made up a kitchen. As she expected, there wasn't a lot of furniture or utensils around, which was great because the place didn't look overcrowded and yet everything seemed practical and functional.
"It looks like you have everything you need in here." Amelia casually commented with a smile once she was done studying the place. Obviously, the bedroom where they were invariably headed was located at the back of the trailer, but the neurosurgeon on purpose skipped looking directly to it during her inspection.
"I do." Owen replied seductively, not bothering to look around. Instead, his eyes were focused on hers and the intensity of his gaze made Amelia's breathing get heavier.
He noticed how anxious she looked. As she processed the obvious meaning of his reply, Owen kept carefully gazing at her, noticing the slight changes in her expression. Amelia was as adorable as she was smart, witty and absolutely delightful.
"This is the moment when you'd usually suggest a drink, right?" She asked with an apologetic hesitant smile, accidentally bumping her knee into one of the chairs as she turned around.
"Are you okay?" Owen went to her aid after hearing her low growl of pain.
Amelia smiled embarrassingly and nodded yes with her head. God, why did she have to be so clumsy? As if the situation wasn't awkward enough.
Owen continued to study her expression. Instantly, he realized she'd probably brought up the subject of drinking because it was obviously a tension breaker. And she definitely looked tense. He knew in their case drinking was off limits but it didn't bother him one bit.
"What is it?" He asked with a smile, taking off his coat and placing it on the couch. A loud thunder struck outside at that very moment and it didn't go unnoticed to him the way Amelia slightly flinched, obviously startled. Owen had met women before who forced reactions in order to appear more fragile and vulnerable, which was a rather annoying behavior in his opinion. But Amelia was so transparent that he could tell her responses were one hundred percent genuine. "Are you nervous?" Owen asked with the most caring eyes, looking at her with absolute enchantment.
Years later, Owen would come to find out that Amelia didn't like roaring thunders for a reason. As a kid, after her father had died, she'd lie awake in stormy nights like that one, usually curled up with a blanket outside her mother's bedroom, too afraid to ask to be comforted in fear of being mocked by her sisters. Owen didn't have any idea of the proud little girl the woman standing in front of him had once been, and how she'd bravely faced her fears over and over throughout her life.
Owen also had no idea about the lengths of her suffering, the pain she'd had to endure and how much she'd lost. He didn't know the specifics because he hadn't yet had access to a lot of details. But something about the fire burning in her eyes day after day had already informed him of how proud, strong and courageous that beautiful woman was. Owen felt madly attracted to her, and not just physically. She was gorgeous to look at, but she also had the insane capacity to drive him crazy, to intellectually challenge and emotionally engage him in a way no one had ever done before. Her smiles had an enchanting effect, her actions had thriving power and most of all, the way she would look at him and communicate everything without saying a single word completely swept Owen off his feet.
He fully expected Amelia to deny his assumption she was nervous, or to try to distract him with some lighthearted banter. He had noticed she was always confident and sassy. She also flirted way better than Owen knew he ever could. But then the sincerity in her eyes as she sustained his gaze and nearly whispered a reply to his question immediately overthrew him.
"Yes." Amelia apprehensively smiled, well aware of what was about to happen. A lot was at stake. They hadn't even begun and she was already more anxious than she'd anticipated. At the same time she badly wanted to spend the night with him, Amelia also didn't want to disappoint. And that feeling of insecurity had never happened before. She had always been overly confident with anything physical. But that night, Amelia had no idea what to expect, even though she was certain that that time with him would be like no other. And it was exactly the intensity of the unknown that made her knees feel so weak. Finally making eye contact with him, she breathed in and added, "of course I am nervous."
The honesty with which she'd spoken the words were Owen's undoing.
"Amelia," She heard the way he'd spoken her name and felt a shiver running down her spin. "Come here," Owen gently commanded, extending a seductive invitation that was loaded with warmth and a lot of unspoken promises.
Amelia saw the desire burning in his eyes and couldn't contain herself any longer. She desperately wanted to be touched by him. Too mesmerized to even speak, she slowly walked in his direction, suddenly awed when she found herself wrapped in a strong embrace. Owen's mouth didn't speak any more words. Instead, he leaned over her, capturing her lips with hungry desire. Amelia felt a wave of heat racing through her body as he deepened the kiss, his hands possessively grasping on the curve of her waist, pulling her against his solid chest until he finally started walking toward the bedroom taking her with him.
Owen only broke the kiss when they were already on the foot of the bed. He kept his forehead touched to hers and closed his eyes, deeply breathing her in. Her hands finally gathered the courage to touch him, and Owen felt her fingers slightly trembling as she worked on unbuttoning him. Amelia's eyes darkened when she pulled the sides of his shirt apart, exposing his bare chest to her. Owen's entire body felt solid and warm, and she couldn't fight the urge to touch him any longer. Stretching out her hand, Amelia splayed her palm on his chest, gently rubbing his warm skin while feeling the strong beats of his heart against her hand.
Unable to control himself, Owen cupped her bottom with his hands and pulled her against his rigid body, sending a clear message of how much he wanted her. He heard her gasp when his face buried on the crook of her neck, exploring the delicious smoothness of her skin against his lips. Owen kissed every bit of her shoulder and slim neck, slowly ascending, noticing she was losing control by the way she completely forgot about her task and instead of finishing with the button cases, grabbed his shirt for support when his lips finally touched the curve of her jaw.
His hands made their way up, squeezing and touching every tiny piece of the side of her hips, sending shock waves of dizzying sensations throughout her whole body. Very gently, he captured the hem of her shirt, gently sliding it up, taking his time to explore the delicious softness of her skin. Owen then gently stepped back, taking his time admiring her, noticing her slender neck, her graceful round shoulders and slim figure. Amelia was so tiny and yet so deliciously feminine that Owen wanted to lose himself in her, to explore every curve of her body with his hands and his lips until she was begging him to take her there.
"You're so beautiful…" Owen whispered as he laid his hand against her flushed cheek and gently rubbed it with his thumb. His other hand captured the other side of her face, traveling back and forth to smooth her heavy cascades of brown hair. Owen's lips touched her ear and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the mesmerizing sensations she was causing in him. "So beautiful…"
Amelia closed her eyes and held onto his arms for support when she once again felt the hunger of his lips against the column of her neck as Owen explored and kissed her sensitive skin with experienced ease. Instinctively, her fingers slid into the soft hair at his nape while her body adjusted to press against his, unknowingly enticing him even more. When his arms strongly closed around her with force, Amelia realized she was being picked up.
Once in his bed, she found herself among a pile of blankets and pillows, but all she could notice was Owen's body next to her. With a few swift movements, she finally got rid of his shirt, feeling his mouth claiming hers with sweet intensity. Amelia's fingers touched the side of his face when he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer as he continued to steal her breath and every rational thought with his kisses.
Slowly, Amelia was discovering Owen's incredible capacity to be, at the same time, possessively firm and roughly sweet. He leaned over her, forcing Amelia to lie on her back against the soft mattress and gently covered her body with his. At the same time he was obviously taking control of the situation, Owen would seduce her with delicious kisses and soft bites on her skin, using his lips, hands and tongue to arouse her to such point that Amelia could barely even think anymore.
Owen's trails of kisses slowly descended from her jaw to her neck and then her chest. Amelia felt an urge of desire when his lips brushed on the sides of her breasts, exploring her as his unshaved beard gently scratched her sensitive skin, leaving tiny red marks wherever he touched her.
His lips had already made their way through her breasts when his right hand traveled from her sides to her abdomen, lazily rubbing her stomach. Owen pulled apart slowly, taking his time to admire the look of pleasure on her face while his palm gently struck the surroundings of her bellybutton. A smile of amusement and delight brightened his face when he noticed his splayed hand nearly covered the entire surface of her lower belly, exactly where he didn't know their children would one day grow.
Swiftly, Owen unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled them off, exposing her underwear to him. With a pleased smile of satisfaction, he kissed her flat stomach just above her panties, noticing the shivers that assaulted her body as his fingers playfully brushed the inside of her thighs, gently forcing them apart. This was the first time Owen saw her undressed and the reality was even better than his fantasies. Amelia was absolutely gorgeous, all her features matching to perfection. Her hips were rounded but not large, her waist had a gentle curve that perfectly accommodated his touch. Her breasts were full and yet delicate; her legs shapely and feminine and her glorious porcelain skin was exactly as smooth as it seemed. Owen couldn't get enough of touching her.
Very slowly, he pulled the straps of her bra through her arms. When the garment was removed completely, Owen delighted himself with the vision of her firm breasts, promptly committing to exploring them with his lips. Amelia involuntarily flinched when she felt the warmth of his tongue teasing her in such a sensitive spot. She arched her back, trying to regain some of her senses, too caught up with the sensations he was giving her that it was already too late when she realized Owen's experienced fingertips were slowly stripping her panties down her thighs.
He noticed the alarm in her face and a proud grin of sheer satisfaction crossed his lips when he noticed she was blushing. He'd never taken Amelia for being shy, and yet she was constantly surprising him.
"I want to kiss you," He repeated the words he'd already told her so many times. "Everywhere." Owen added with a mischievous grin, at last ridding her of the last piece of clothing.
Amelia understood his meaning when, seconds later, Owen's lips traveled from her breasts, tracing a path through the curves of her waist all the way down between her thighs. Her legs clutched to him once she felt his breathing hovering over her most sensitive spot, at the same time she was too overwhelmed with the emotions he was causing to have any responses that weren't the natural desire of her body aching for his.
Amelia was already seizing with desire for him after the full journey his lips had traced all over her body, but she had no idea what was yet to come. With slow cruelty, Owen teased and brushed his lips against her, finally parting her legs to kiss her the most intimately, without any trace of shyness. Amelia gasped for air when she felt the contact of his tongue with her sensitive center, unconsciously running her fingers through his hair and pulling nearer as Owen completely overtook her body, dictating the rhythm.
At the same time she felt like she was dying with desire, Amelia was alarmed with her lack of control. Sex had always been a game she'd mastered and yet, right now, she felt like a beginner. The physical enjoyment wasn't news, but the way her romantic feelings for Owen were mixing with the sensations his caresses and kisses were causing on her body and maximizing them, had thrown Amelia completely off her game, leading her to hold back in a way she'd never done before.
Up until now, she had never felt intimate enough with anyone to actually be self conscious about sex, or she simply hadn't bothered to care about her partner's impressions, making it easier to allow every response from her body without any trace of shyness or self doubt. But Owen was introducing her to a whole new level of exchanging and providing pleasure, and even though she was new to it, Amelia knew she was too far deep in the game to go back now.
And she didn't want to go back.
All she wanted was Owen. Kissing her and touching her and saying all the lovely things he had been whispering in her ear all night, all the while making her feel the most special she had ever felt her entire life.
She was about to burst with passion when Owen suddenly lifted his head, taking his time to nibble the inside of her thighs before making his way back to her breasts and then her lips. Amelia felt his hands once again running all over her curves before he finally fully pulled apart, looking into her eyes with an affectionate, lazy smile that made her feel even more cherished.
Without a word, her hands searched for his body. Owen felt a wave of satisfaction he had to struggle to contain when her delicate fingers gently got him rid of his clothes. After pulling down his pants, Amelia couldn't help noticing the advantaged bulge outlined by his boxers. A few times before, when Owen had kissed her more passionately and covered her body with his, she had become aware of his weight and felt his hardening pressure against her stomach, invariably realizing that Owen was bigger than most guys.
And not only in height and muscular structure.
But, as her unusually unsteady hands pulled down his boxers while he kept busy kissing her neck, Amelia's eyes involuntarily grew wide with a mix of shock, alarm and surprised admiration once she realized how advantaged in size he really was.
Owen became aware of the way she'd slightly frozen under his touch. Once he noticed the look of hesitation on her face, a smile of satisfaction and contained amusement crept on his lips. Owen wasn't arrogant, but he was used to women having similar reactions once he was fully exposed to them for the first time. Up until that day, he had never really given it much thought other than feeling a standard masculine pride on being admired like that. This was their first time together and Owen was fully invested in making the most out of that experience for Amelia, but never before had he been with a woman as small and delicately shaped as her. And after studying the expression on her face with attention, he realized why she looked so alarmed, almost fearful. She had probably also become well aware of their size difference. Feeling an instant urge to comfort her, Owen looked deeply into her eyes and reached forward, kissing the corner of her mouth before looking at her with a reassuring glance.
"Hey," He gently tipped her chin up and made her look into his eyes, identifying the passion that was burning in hers. "Don't worry, alright?" A warm, affectionate smile formed on his lips as he affirmed with conviction before leaning over to once again caress her, seeing she still looked agitated. "Sweetheart, I promise I am not going to hurt you."
Amelia heard the soothing promise that was immediately followed by a gentle kiss, much different than the hungry ones he'd so far reserved for her. This kiss was meant to comfort, to reassure her. It messed with her emotions, but also turned her on in a way she couldn't quite explain. It was like now, after hearing his sweet words, Amelia wanted him even more. She was surprised that Owen had been sensitive enough to notice her hesitation and that only made her surer they were doing the right thing. His consideration to actually pay attention to her emotions, identify her insecurities and actually step up to make her feel at ease her deeply touched her heart.
Amelia was then taken over by an indescribable sensation of security and affection. She saw in his eyes the way he was trying to make sure she was as comfortable as possible and realized that up until now, Owen had selflessly dedicated their entire time to fully to pleasing her. Despite the obviously alarming difference of sizes between their bodies, after the intensity with which Owen said the words, Amelia believed him. He was so gentle, so considerate… She couldn't believe he would treat her any differently once they took the next step. Without planning, her lips captured his in a hungry kiss, yearning to give back as much pleasure as she was getting.
"Amelia," Owen's voice was husky when he felt her hand touching the muscles of his abdomen and his whole body tensed in anticipation. "You can't look at me like that…" He took a breath, trying to recompose himself. "Because when you do…" His words trailed off as he was suddenly assaulted by the intensity of her gaze deeply into his eyes. She had the surprising power to make him lose all control. Owen could not believe the natural ease with which she drove him crazy. And judging by the slightly mischievous look on her face, she had just realized it.
Slowly, he reached out and covered her hand with his, gently guiding the way for her until she was touching him exactly where he wanted to be touched. Owen closed his eyes and held his breath, controlling every cell in his body to prevent him from climbing on top of her and ending that sweet agony.
When he opened his eyes, Amelia's hands traveled to his shoulders as she encouraged him to finally cover her body with his. Automatically, her hands ran on the full extension of his arms to ultimately wrap around his neck and pull him down against her. Owen once again committed to kissing her neck and lips. He'd made sure she was ready for him and as of now, couldn't wait any longer.
Amelia felt her heart leaping with a mixture of pleasure, desire and insecurity to let go completely when she felt his maleness pressing against the middle of her legs, tempting to enter her but holding back in an agonizing delirious torture.
"Tell me when," Owen gently brushed his lips to her ear, watching as Amelia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply when he continued to tease her with his hips. Beneath him, her body felt even smaller and he knew he couldn't hold it any longer either. Her locks of brown hair were gorgeously spread across the sheets, her breathing was rapid and shallow, her pupils dilated with desire and pleasure. She was wonderful, in every sense of the word. And Owen wanted to give her everything.
He supported his weight on his elbows, carefully placing them on each side of her shoulders to still explore her mouth at his will. He wanted to see him reach it, to hear her moan his name in desire as she clung to him begging him to take her to the peaks of pleasure.
"I want you," Owen kissed her, nipping her lower lip and then claiming her mouth on another hungry kiss.
Amelia knew she was imprisoned by him and the newly found situation was surprisingly exciting at the same time it was comforting. Not only he was drowning her in pleasure with his intense stares and reassuring words, Owen had the ability to make her feel secure inside the strength of his arms. Gently striking his nape with her fingertips, unknowingly turning him on, Amelia whispered back:
"Now…" She clutched him against her, closing her eyes as she tried to resist the passion that was overtaking her. Owen's face was hardened with passion, his shoulders were strained as he contained himself and his breathing was rapid and shallow. Amelia parted her legs and on purpose wrapped them around his hips, clinging to him with force. "I want you now."
It was all the encouragement Owen needed. He had promise her he wasn't going to hurt her and even though he was dying to bury himself into her, he kept his word. Even though Amelia's body was fully prepared to receive him, Owen plunged into her partway, slowly easing out and in again until she was arching her hips forward, clearly demanding more. The moment he fully entered her, he saw the way Amelia gasped, extended her neck and held her breath, as she let out a groan of pleasure and apprehension.
Fueled by her reaction, Owen withdrew and then drove deeper into her, feeling her tightening warmth around him as her thighs fiercely pulled his hips, reaching out for what he desperately wanted to give her. He alternated slow and faster strokes, watching with delight as she matched his rhythm, pulling apart just in time to capture her in another breathtaking kiss, and another, and another…
"I want to see you get there, Amelia," He whispered in her ear, watching as she slowly surrendered but for some reason still didn't let go completely. "Don't hold back any more, darling…" Owen added, bending over and gently crushing her body with his as he went from a slow, torturing pace to a fierce, steadier one.
Amelia felt the entirety of his body covering hers, his muscular thighs pressed against her hips, his chest and broad shoulders touching the full extension of her abdomen, breasts and arms. Owen was so committed and he took her in such a gentle, selfless way, that the thought was more than she could bear. Her emotions mixed with the inebriating sensations his body was giving hers, making it all burst into one blissful sensation. Realizing she'd already lost control, Amelia finally let go completely, closing her eyes at the same time she clung to his shoulders. Her entire body quivered with pleasure and her muscles contracted involuntarily as a shivering ecstasy assaulted her every cell.
When she groaned his name, Owen brought his head up just in time to see her face being taken over by an inebriating sensation of bliss as her body continuously contorted underneath his. A combination of pride, satisfaction and determination led him to hold her even tighter, silencing her moans with a kiss as he continued to move his hips against hers, soon after reaching his peek while she still enjoyed hers.
Very slowly, their sweaty bodies slowed the rhythm and soon enough, all that was left for Owen to admire was the flushed look on her red cheeks. Smiling affectionately, he partially rolled to his side, using an elbow to support his weight as he bent over and gently kissed her hot cheek, satisfied by the way she lazily threw her arms around his neck after turning sideways to face him
"That was…" Amelia struggled to catch her breath, but her voice trailed off when their eyes met. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling so embarrassed or self-conscious anymore.
Owen's breathing was heavy but in a matter of seconds, he looked fully recovered. She widened her eyes, about to say something else, but was suddenly startled to hear his response:
"It's not over." Owen's hoarse voice promised her as he rolled over to his back, pulling her to his top and kissing her lips with renovated vigor, starting all over again.
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An hour later, the rain was still falling heavily against the metal walls of the trailer when Amelia was finally able to catch her breath. A languid smile lingered on her lips when she felt Owen's hand lazily thrown over her waist.
She was lying on his bed facing him, but Owen's eyes were closed. She didn't quite notice the moment he'd fallen asleep, but it didn't bother her one bit. A loud thunder struck and she shivered, involuntarily getting closer to him. His presence was comforting and she took pride in realizing he was completely worn out.
Without thinking, Amelia's fingertips touched the outline of his jaw. She slowly traced a path, rejoicing in the roughness of his trimmed beard beneath her skin. A wide smile formed on her lips when Amelia's fingers gently slid through the extension of his eyebrows, and she delighted himself with the vision of his strawberry blonde eyelashes.
Owen had eyelashes too thick and long to make any woman envious. Amelia had no idea why, but the realization amused her very much. She was still lost in thought when her hand was suddenly captured, making her giggle when she felt the delicate touch of his teeth around her fingers.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a corner smile, his voice still husky after their amazing lovemaking.
"Nothing," Amelia instantly replied, a guilty smile hovering on her lips as he slowly released her fingers from his grasp. "I was just thinking."
"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. The rain outside falling against the trailed provided a soothing noise and Owen felt so relaxed and blissfully satisfied that he couldn't help almost falling asleep. Amelia's gentle caresses had also served as an amazing distraction. "And what exactly are you thinking about?" He provoked her with a smile, openly flirting.
Amelia took a deep breath and looked at him with the same provocative expression and mischievous grin.
"I was thinking…" She stared deeply into his eyes, distractedly touching his jaw as she nudged his nose with hers, apparently about to bait him. "That the skies are falling outside." She chuckled, too happy to care to bother it. "Just imagine the amount of mud I'll get on my boots from walking here up to the house."
Owen's laughter with her witty response echoed inside the small bedroom, contaminating her. Amelia felt his arm tightening its grasp on her back and pulling her closer, until her breasts were again crushed against his chest.
"Well, then don't go." Owen proposed while seductively staring into her eyes. "Stay," his hand softly caressed a loose lock of brown hair, gently placing it behind her ear. "Sleep with me tonight."
Amelia was so mesmerized by the intensity of his look and the unspoken words in his eyes that she instinctively nodded yes, happy beyond words that he had asked her to spend the night.
"I'll make you coffee in the morning," Owen bargained, even though she had already agreed.
"I'll hold you to that promise," Amelia offered him an adorable smile before he pulled the covers on the two of them, instantly embarking on a restoring sleep.
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When Owen opened his eyes the following day, the dark clouds had already given room to a few shy rays of sunlight that gently invaded the room through the window. He took his time adjusting to the light and finally when Owen was fully awake, he allowed himself to go over the events of the previous day.
Sleeping beside him was a woman who'd just given him one of the best nights of his life. Owen had had good sex, great sex even. He'd had situations when his body had been fully numbed after satisfying hookups. But the day before had been a totally different experience.
Amelia Shepherd had the power not only to seduce him with her looks, touches and gorgeous feminine shape, but she also had the unusual power to stir up emotions that went from admiration to protectiveness. This was the first time Owen felt equally physically and mentally attracted to the same woman.
Everything that was happening between them was too new, and yet already too intense. Now, after carefully processing all of that, he finally understood why Amelia had probably held back a bit the night before. Judging by what he knew about her personality, Owen expected her to be more impulsive, to take more risks and to dive with her head into the new. But of course she had been smarter than that. Owen had no idea what kind of experiences she'd had in the past but it was obvious Amelia knew pain. And if she knew pain, there was a great chance she also knew loss or heartbreak. Or both. And he was sure that, just like him, she was well aware that the more you had, the more you had to lose. So it was actually quite understandable that she guarded her feelings when not even the two of them were sure what everything that happening meant.
With a heavy frown on his face, Owen propped his head on his left elbow, trying to recollect what had led them there. The trauma surgeon knew that exposing his heart to a possible new disappointment was a big risk. Every relationship he'd had in the past had failed. So there was no reason to expect this one to be different.
But then his eyes caught sight of the adorable angles on her naked back, the shadow of a smile that still lingered on her lips even though she was asleep, the way she curled up to a pillow like a child seeking comfort and security… And Owen couldn't help himself.
He simply couldn't stay away.
He wanted her. He'd had her. And now that he'd found out how amazing being with her was, Owen knew in his heart that one night was never going to be enough.
Reaching forward, his fingers gently brushed her brown locks. Owen leaned over, inebriating himself with the scent of vanilla on her hair. He was still idly considering his newly found realizations when, at the touch his hand, her eyes slowly opened and a smile instantly formed on her face when she saw him.
"Hi."
Owen smiled back at her, mesmerized by the color of her eyes in the morning light. They looked like liquid silver, and instilled so much affection in him that Owen felt overwhelmed.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, still caressing her. Memories of the previous night assaulted his mind and once he was reminded of the smooth texture of her skin, Owen couldn't fight the urge to gently brush her naked back with his free hand.
Amelia felt a wave of electrical pleasure running through her body at the first contact of his touch and gently lifted her shoulders, still lying on her stomach.
"I slept very well," She confessed, biting her lower lip. The night before, she had been busted admiring Owen while he'd been asleep, and now, she'd just caught him doing the same thing. "What are you thinking about?" Amelia asked with a teasing voice, making Owen chuckle once he realized the reference she was making to the previous evening.
He was thinking that she was gorgeous. That he wanted to spend the whole day in bed with her, talking, getting to know her and then losing himself in her body many times over. But on top of everything, that he couldn't wait to fall in love with her, because at some level, Owen had a feeling that that was inevitably already happening.
"I'm thinking that I owe you that coffee I promised," He settled for saying, satisfied with the smile that formed on her lips.
"You do," Amelia replied with an encouraging smile, watching as he leaned over and kissed her forehead before getting up and out of bed.
While Owen put his underwear back on and dug through the drawers in search of something else to wear, Amelia delighted herself with the vision of his bare back. His body was as beautiful, powerful and masculine as his personality. Owen's muscular thighs and calves were delightful to watch, and Amelia realized that even though the previous night had already been amazing, she was far from satisfied. There was too much of Owen that she yet longed to touch and explore.
"Wait," She bit her lower lip in provocation, using her best seductive stare as she watched him turn around to face her. "Come here. I have to tell you something."
Owen frowned, intrigued. But when he approached the bed, she immediately pulled him down, making her crash on her top. Without another word, Amelia kissed him with hunger and it didn't take long for Owen to realize what she was trying to say.
This time around, Amelia took initiative, surprising him with her playfulness. Owen was already mesmerized enough, but when he was again fully inside her, about to lose control, their eyes met and something magical happened.
Amelia smiled, and for a second it was like time had frozen. And Owen instantly knew. The sight of her dimples made him absolutely sure that the inevitable had already happened. He'd fallen head over heels for that amazing woman and now she had all the power to absolutely rule his heart.
It was past eight in the morning when Amelia finally let him get off the bed. Sooner after, a delicious smell of coffee took over the inside of the trailer. Feeling energized even before the hot drink, Amelia got up and threw on her panties and the first piece of clothing she found.
"It stopped raining."
Owen turned around, alarmed by her unexpected presence in his kitchen. The first thing he noticed was she was wearing his blue button up shirt, and how it adorably engulfed her petite frame.
"Yes," He gave her one approving look, too distracted with her figure to come up with a coherent answer. "It was a bad storm, but it's gone now."
"It was not bad," Amelia smiled into his eyes, approaching him. "It was a perfect storm."
Owen's eyes gleamed with satisfaction when he interpreted the meaning of her words and answered with a gentle peck on her lips. After that, he got busy with the coffeemaker, watching as she stood by his side.
"Are you going to the hospital today?"
"Not for work," He replied with a satisfied smile, pouring coffee in two separate mugs. "What about you? Are you going in?"
"Nope," Amelia's face lit up as she heard and told the answers she'd been hoping for. It was Saturday morning and even though she had a pile of paperwork to revise, there was nothing scheduled for her to do at the hospital, and her next shift wasn't until the following week. "I can work from home."
"Good," Owen's smile disappeared behind his coffee but his eyes were still bright with happiness as he took a sip after handing her one of the mugs. Amelia drank the hot liquid, feeling its warmth spreading through her body as her senses became more alert. "Actually, I was supposed to go meet with the school principal today but she rescheduled her visit for Monday."
"The school principal?" Amelia asked with an amused, mocking tone. "What was it this time, were you caught cheating on your exam?" She teased, watching as Owen cracked up laughing. "Did you forget to hand in your homework?"
"I never cheated on my exams," Owen informed her with a mysterious darkness in his eyes. "And actually, for your information the middle school principal has requested a field trip for the seventh graders and I told her she can't send everyone at once, so we were going to meet and figure out how it's going to work out." He told her, not really interested in the subject. A much more pressing matter was drawing his attention because Amelia's eyes were glowing with pleasure and he loved to realize she was willing to spend time in his company.
"Of course you didn't cheat on your exams, did you?" Amelia didn't let the subject go and teased him, biting her bottom lip as she held her mug with both hands. "You were the good kid with the clean record, I bet." She laughed, clearly mocking him.
"I was an athlete," Owen informed her defensively, like that already said it all. Automatically, he thought back to his high school days, when he'd played soccer and football. "If I so much stepped out of line, I could risk being kicked off the team," He explained, seeing on her teasing smile that she wasn't buying it. "Okay, fine, I wasn't very wild, but in my defense, I had a very strict mother."
Amelia burst out laughing, contaminating him with her good humor. Seeing the look of happiness on her face made Owen forget all about his coffee, and he placed both his hands on her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze before pulling her nearer.
"She seemed adorable," Amelia affirmed with conviction, meaning every word. She wasn't the kind of person who'd pay fake compliments just to impress a guy and the honesty was evident on her face. "Are you going to see her today?"
"Yeah, I am," Owen took his hand to her face and gently brushed her cheek before informing her, "they probably won't discharge her from the ICU for a couple of days, though, so it's not like I can stick around for too long," he added, genuinely bothered by the fact he couldn't stay with his mother while she recovered. Even though Owen was the chief of surgery, it didn't give him special privileges and staying inside the ICU for long hours as a visitor definitely wasn't advisable, especially since he wasn't the one who ran the unit.
"I hope she recovers fast," Amelia said sincerely. "I didn't spend too much time with her but it was enough to give the impression you two are close."
"We are," Owen smiled, impressed by her perceptiveness. "I mean, she's always been there for me in a way I could never explain," he added, thinking with regret about how he'd kept his distance from his mother ever since he'd returned to Seattle after the war. Thankfully, after his divorce, Owen had reconnected with her and he found out that having his mother's presence in his life actually made him feel a lot more at peace. He noticed the look of approval on Amelia's face as she attentively listened to his words and a curious frown formed on his forehead. "What about you? Are you close to your mom?" He asked, finally taking the final sip from his mug. "I actually met her once, did I ever tell you?
"You did?!" Amelia grinned with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Oh my God, I can't believe it." Her eyes glowed with curiosity. "When was that?!"
Owen chuckled and on purpose took his time replying, watching as her entire face contorted with contained expectation.
"She was here to see your brother a few years ago, I didn't know you at the time." He finally confessed. "I met her very briefly but it was nice knowing she was in the military too."
"Yeah." Amelia agreed with a sad grin. "She was a navy nurse for twenty five years."
"Oh," Owen's face lost its smile as he looked at her with sympathy.
"No, no," Amelia quickly read the meaning of his expression and explained. "She never deployed after Derek was born. She used to work in a small navy medical post in New York and you know… basically be a full time mom."
"That's good," Owen half affirmed, half asked, expecting her to share more about her childhood.
"Yeah, I guess," Amelia quickly dismissed the subject. She was too happy at the moment and definitely didn't want to visit old memories about her broken childhood. "So, at what time do you have to go?"
"In about an hour, I think," He replied, thinking about the ICU visiting hours as he watched her as step up to wash the mugs they'd used.
"Alright, so there is time for breakfast then," She said excitedly, hoping for a change of subject. "How about waffles?"
Owen smiled and thought back about the day he'd come to the house looking for Derek and found her home alone instead. Amelia had delighted him throughout the evening with her company, and even watched the game with him. At some point, she'd made waffles, despite it being eight pm. And the two of them had an amazing evening.
"Sounds perfect." Owen replied with a grin.
For the next half hour, Owen had a great time hovering around her, kissing her neck and embracing her waist from behind as Amelia prepared the food. Too soon for his taste, he watched as Amelia changed back to her clothes from the previous evening, unknowingly causing a new wave of electrical frenzy run over Owen's entire body.
"Ok, so I am going to go," She informed him with a discreet smile. They'd shared amazing hours together and he had made Amelia feel completely at ease. But now came the awkward part of parting ways and since she usually snuck out the window or left before the night was over, Amelia had little to no experience with saying bye.
"Okay," Owen reached out to touch her, genuinely sad to see her leave. In normal occasions, he would do everything to spend the entire day in her company but unfortunately, his mother needed him more at the moment. "I really wished I could spent the day with you," He said, hoping she believed him.
"Don't worry about that," Amelia placed her hands on his chest, rubbing him affectionately. She reciprocated his desire but the fact Owen was passing on the chance to stay all day in bed with her to go see his sick mother made her admire him even more. "There will be time." She informed him, gingerly hesitating before finally staying on the tip of her toes to steal a kiss.
Owen quickly got caught up with her action. He deepened the kiss and ran his hands all over her hips and thighs, finally cupping around her buttocks and pulling her closer against his body.
"Go," He laughed moments later, gently releasing her. "Go now before I change my mind and take you back to that bedroom."
"Would that be so bad?" Amelia tormented him, laughing with amusement as she succeeded in dodging his following attempt at capturing her.
She was already halfway through the path back to the main house when Owen's voice broke the silence.
"Amelia?"
She stopped walking and turned around, eagerly listening to him with a wide smile on her lips.
"Yes?"
"Have dinner with me tonight," Owen proposed, delighted to see the satisfied look on her face. He had a lot of expectations for their next encounters and didn't want to waste any more time.
"Yes." She managed to once again enchant him, giving Owen one last look before finally moving on to the house.
Owen smiled to himself and went back inside to change, well aware that if the anticipation for their first night together had completely messed with his head, it was very likely that the expectation for the second one might actually make him completely lose his mind.
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