Omelia

Breakfast Can Wait

At promptly 8am, Owen's alarm clock went off. He had forgotten to unplug it before he went to bed. Sitting up, he slammed his fist down on the plastic top, immediately stopping the ear-piercing shrieks. A very groggy Amelia rolled over to look at him. Her eyes were clouded with sleep and her hair in disarray, yet she still managed to look gorgeous.

"What the hell?" She said, rubbing her eyes.

"I forgot to turn it off.... Sorry" Owen apologized and ran a hand through his equally messed up hair.

Amelia grunted and sat up herself. She was wearing Owen's blue t-shirt which was snatched in the middle of the night because she got cold. Owen couldn't help but think to himself how much better she looked in it than he ever did. The royal blue color made her eyes virtually glow and her porcelain skin even paler. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose curls that he remembered running his hands through all too well.

She caught his gaze just as Owen was thinking about what was underneath the blue fabric. "My first surgery isn't until 11 you know," Amelia smiled.

"and I don't have to be in the office until 12," Owen said as Amelia giggled and climbed over to sit on his lap, her legs straddling him. He reached out and put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

His fingers ran over her back and felt nothing but skin under the material. Amelia swung her arms around his neck and let the tension build before pressing her lips to his. The kiss was just as explosive as it had been that night. Her hands massaged over his rough shoulders and relaxed his tight muscles that clutched with excitement. Owen slipped off the shirt Amelia had claimed and lifted it over her head. Amelia felt his hands move towards her breasts and she had to suppress the moan she felt bubbling in her throat as his calloused thumbs rubbed gently against her skin. His lips moved towards her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses until he got to her collarbone. Then he did the unthinkable and pulled away.

"Maybe we should get some breakfast before...." He paused as his eyes met Amelia's who were practically glaring into his skull. If eyes were knives, Owen was certain she would've stabbed him. He corrected himself saying, "then again, breakfast can wait."

Amelia raised an eyebrow before going back in for the kill. Owen slipped his hands underneath her and flipped her onto her back. It was a swift and smooth move. He treated her so softly like she was the most precious diamond in the hoard. Neither of them were wearing any clothes so their skin brushed with every movement made.

The next hour was filled with passionate love as the two played freaks between the sheets. Owen was no longer the tough trauma surgeon in the ER and Amelia didn't act like the prominent neurosurgeon in the OR. During their moments together, the two were human and brilliantly alive. Their senses, dulled from years of exposure to bright lights, harsh chemicals, and horrific tragedies, were heightened once again. Every touch was electric. Every inch of skin seemed new. Best and worst of all, it wasn't just sex. This was love, and they both knew it.