Disclaimer: Everything I write is based off of the characters created by Shonda herself.
A/N: here's the last chapter, thank you so much for reading xx A
Owen couldn't get the word out of his mind as he walked toward the elevator. Pretending. She had said all of those things so some creep would leave her alone, not because she still had feelings for him. Why would she change her mind anyway? You were still an ass to her, he berated himself in his mind. Looking down at his shoes he waited for the elevator to ding, before stepping in and immediately closing the doors.
Amelia strode through the foyer looking for his tall frame in the crowd. She couldn't get the idea out of her mind; was he upset because I downplayed what I said? I meant it. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she missed the red headed army major enter the elevator. She continued through the foyer, stopping to ask a few of her colleagues if any of them had seen him. She grew tired of walking around in her tall heels, so she headed for the elevator, hoping to find him upstairs.
Owen was sprawled on the couch going over everything when he heard something.
"Oh for God's sake." He heard her mumbling quietly, and amused smirk taking over his face.
"This stupid piece of –" she had started to say when the door flew open, Owen standing in front of her, dressed in boxers and one of his army issue t-shirts.
"Uh, thank you." She stuttered, suddenly nervous by his appearance and the solemn expression on his face.
He nodded his head in reply and turned around, walking back toward the couch where he had thrown down a blanket and a pillow. She followed behind him, wary of the uncomfortable silence that occupied the room.
"I'm just going to change," she said, and was met with silence as a reply.
As soon as she got in to the bathroom she realized the she wouldn't be able to get the dress undone alone. She needed his help, again, she thought silently. She padded out of the bathroom to find him lying on the couch, staring at the wall in front of him.
"Would you mind just helping me with the zipper again? I'm sorry, I should have asked before you got settled, I just can't quite reach it." She pleaded, her voice nervous and shaky.
He nodded his head and came over to help. As he stood behind her she couldn't help but be more aware of how large his body was in comparison to hers, but how gentle his was were with the delicate zip of her dress. She held her breath as thoughts raced through her mind, prompting her to talk to him.
"Owen?" she said quietly, looking down at her feet.
"Yeah?" he replied, the warm air of his breath tickling the back of her neck.
"Can we talk? I just wanted to sort some things out and make sure nothing was misunderstood." She said quickly, her words jumbling a bit.
She's adorable he thought to himself. He brought his focus back to her question; avoiding her eyes because he knew his resolve would crumble at the sight.
"I think you made everything pretty clear back there," he said, his voicing sounding more hurt than he intended it to.
"That's the thing I'm not-" she had started to say when his deep tone interrupted.
"Not tonight, I'm tired," he said weakly.
"I just want-" she started when his voice cut through hers again.
"Please Mia," he whispered, his voice sounding exhausted.
Amelia lifted her head at the use of his nickname for her; finally taking the time to look in to his baby blue eyes, and see the deep frown and worry that had taken up residence across his face.
Owen looked back in to her eyes that swirled with confusion, and how her chest rose with the calming breath she took. She slowly nodded her head in answer to him, and with that he turned around and headed back for the couch.
In the bathroom Amelia shucked off her dress, removed her jewellery and wiped all the makeup off of her face. As she went to put on her pyjamas, she caught a glimpse of the red and black in the corner of her eye. Throwing her worries and cares aside she put her pyjamas down before throwing the soft flannel over her head for the second time that day. She turned off the light and snuggled down in to the large bed. As she drifted off to sleep she could have sworn she heard him whisper,
Good night Mia.
The next morning she woke up to sound of the shower spraying. She quietly lay on her side, facing toward the bathroom and thought about everything that had happened last night. She made it her mission that today they would talk about everything. As she sorted out her plan of attack, the bathroom door swooshed open and Owen came out, a towel wrapped around his waist and water beads trailing down his firm chest. He looked over in her direction, surprised to see two big blue orbs looking at him.
"Oh! I didn't know you were up yet, I hope I didn't wake you," he said looking back at her.
"Oh you didn't, not to worry," she said back, a blush forming up her chest at being caught staring.
"Good. Good, I'm just going to, uh, get changed now," he said, tightening his grip on the towel.
"Of course! Yeah, sure, I'll just be in the washroom," she said awkwardly, sliding out from under the covers before heading in and closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door closed he ran his hand over his face. She had slept in the shirt. The shirt that she used to steal from him and wearing every morning after she had spent the night. Great, the thought to himself as his body started to react to all the memories and images of her body racing through his mind. He willed the thoughts away and focused on getting dressed for the day.
In the washroom, Amelia paced back and forth. She had been staring. More than staring, she had been ogling him. His firm chest and broad shoulders, and most definitely his muscular ass as he turned away from her. She felt heat rising up her chest and on to her cheeks. Control yourself Amelia, this is embarrassing. She went over to the sinks and splashed water in her face. As she looked up she saw something shiny in the reflection. On the other side of the counter was his watch. She recognized it immediately. She had given it to him for their 6-month anniversary. Her heart tugged at the sight. He was still wearing her watch, she smiled to her self in satisfaction. With newly found energy she undid one more button on the shirt and fixed her hair before heading out the door.
Amelia walked out and saw he was clad only in a pair of dark wash jeans, riding low on his hips. His ass looks fantastic she thought to herself. He slipped a tee over his heading before turning around and making eye contact with her. She gave him a small half-smile that he returned.
"Hey," he said awkwardly as she stared at him.
"Hi," she said meekly, "I really want to talk to you about something."
He looked in to her eyes trying to judge what she was about to say but came up short.
"Okay," he agreed, gesturing for her to come join him on her couch.
She strode over and sat opposite him on the couch, watching as his eyes roamed her body and swept over her legs peeking out from under his shirt.
"So…" he said awkwardly, looking down at his lap.
"I'm just going to get straight to the point, ok?" she said nervously, wringing her hands together. Owen nodded at her, telling her to proceed.
"Last night, I, uh, I meant everything that I said." She mumbled quickly.
His head shot up and he looked over at her.
"I meant what I said about you being there for me, and that you're kind, caring and everything. I meant it, every word." She said slowly, watching for a reaction to cross his face.
He stayed silent for a moment before speaking softly, "You did?"
She held his gaze and nodded her head in response, a sheepish look on her face.
"I don't understand," he said, "why would you say you were pretending?"
"I was scared Owen. I'm still scared. When you said that stuff you did when we broke up, it hurt me. I trusted you, and opened myself up to you and you shut me down," she said, eyes glassy, "but last night when I was here with you and you held my hand and we chatted like we used to, I realized how much I missed it, and how much I missed you,"
Owen stared back at her, a mix of shame and elation across his face.
"I guess what I'm really asking is did you miss me too?"
"Of course I did Mia, I still do," he answered after a moment, "I miss you when you're not in bed with me, when I look across the breakfast table and realize it's empty. I miss you when we're in the same room."
"You do?" she asked in shock.
"I do Mia. I miss us. And I'm being completely honest, I missed the way you wore that shirt a thousand times better than I ever did," he said cheekily.
Amelia ducked her head as a blush formed across her chest and face. Owen reached out and lifted her chin.
"I am so sorry I let this happen. I have regretted what I said to you every second since I said it. But I'm willing to try harder and open up to you, if you'll let me," he said sincerely.
"Okay." She said happily, her dimple appearing again.
"Yeah?" Owen replied in wonder.
She nodded her head at him as she crawled on to his lap, "Yeah."
He ran is hands through her hair, pulling her in his embrace. She snuggled in to his chest like nothing had ever changed.
"Mia?" he said gently, eyes crinkling with happiness.
"Mhm," her said, words muffled by his chest.
"I love you," he said, holding his breath for her response.
She lifted her head to look in to his eyes, "I love you too."
He smiled back at her before pulling her back in to his chest, resting is head in her hair.
"Owen," she said in to his shirt, tilting her head to look at him, "Kiss me."
And he did.