Omelia

3:30 am

The door to Owen's trailer squealed open and revealed an interior that Amelia was all too familiar with.  No restaurants were open at 3:30am, so the two settled on bowls of cereal at the trailer.  Super gourmet and romantic.

Owen poured some Frosted Flakes and topped them off with milk.  Amelia did the same to her Fruit Loops. 

"I promise you, I'm a good cook," Owen said, possibly for the hundredth time.

"I told you! It's no big deal.  I can't cook to save my life.  I swear I can burn water!" Amelia shoveled a bite of rainbow cereal into her mouth.

"You can't burn water, Amy," he cringed as the pet name escaped his mouth.  It hit Amelia too as she shuttered when the word slipped his lips. "I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologize.  It's fine," but it clearly wasn't fine as Amelia's tiny body seemed to physically recoil with the comment.

"No it's not.  It won't happen again.  I know that's what Derek used to-" Amelia cut him off.

"Please, just don't talk about it." Amelia sat down on the couch and drank the milk from her bowl.

"Ok," Owen sat next to her.  "How's the Fruit Loops?"

"They taste the same every time." She laughed at her snide comment.

The two ate and talked like they had known each other for a thousand years.  As the hours ticked on, they got more tired with every second but neither of them wanted to go to sleep.  Neither wanted to be apart from the other.

"You're so beautiful," Owen said, leaning in.  He wrapped his hands around her back.  Amelia put her arms around his shoulders.  Then after what seemed like an eternity, their bodies crashed into one another but their lips met surprisingly softly.  His fingers entangled in her dark brown hair and her hands moved down to his back.  She slid her hands up under his blue tee shirt and lifted it over his head.  The muscles in his arms and chest rippled with passion as he held the woman he was falling in love with tight to his bare skin. 

Amelia's shirt started to feel like a fabric prison and she let Owen unbutton the front then slip it off her shoulders revealing the black lace bra she was wearing underneath.  His hands moved over her naked body sending tiny shocks of lightning underneath her skin.

Owen lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  He carried her to the bed and laid her down softly as if she was the most fragile piece of china ever made.  Her skin was softer than silk and he kissed her neck, then her chest, then her stomach.  His hands moved to her hips and unbuttoned her jeans.  She smiled and unbuckled his belt.  The two spent the hours before their next surgery entwined with one another.