Omelia

Sign the Damn Paper

Neither of them ran.  They had become inseparable, until the paper came between them.  

"Amelia please just sign the damn paper," Owen pushed the HR form to the available work space on the desk.  His signature was on the bottom and the only thing missing was her own.

"No Owen, this is stupid," She shoved it back his way and continued to work on her charts.

"What's stupid is a brilliant neurosurgeon filling out her own charts instead of having an intern do it," Owen watched as she checked the boxes.

"They don't do it right and I'm tired of having to re-do them.  You know what they say, if you want something done right then do it yourself," Amelia put her pen down and looked up at him.

"Maybe you could teach them! After all, this is a teaching hospital," Owen's voice was thick and filled with sarcasm.  It was almost condescending, the way he spoke.

"I don't have time for that," She rose from her chair and tried to push past Owen who was successfully body blocking the door. "Owen stop that!"

"You are not leaving this room until you sign the HR paper," He crossed his arms in front of his chest similar to the way Bailey does.  Bailey had an excuse, he was five years old.  Owen on the other hand did not.

"Why do I have to sign it?" Amelia groaned and sat back down in her chair.  They had gone in circles with this debate for two weeks.

"So that I can hug you in the hospital and not get sued," Owen walked behind her and started to kiss her neck.  "I can also do this," He moved closer to her pulse point.  "and this," He said finally hitting the sweet spot.  "and even this," Owen cupped one of her breasts in his hand.  Amelia threw her head back with pleasure.

"Fine, fine, you win!" Amelia pushed him off her and scribbled a signature along the bottom line.  Owen stood behind her filled with triumph.  He had tried everything to get Amelia to sign the papers.  Turned out all she needed was a little sexual contact.

Owen laughed like a child who had just stolen a ball on the playground and grabbed the paper off her desk.  "Now, I can kiss you in the elevators and hold your hand in the gallery.  Amelia, you have no idea how happy this makes me."

"So much for not telling anyone," Amelia muttered under her breath.

"Not this again, Mia please." Owen had recently developed a new pet name for her.  Mia.  Amy had been Derek's and Mia was now Owen's.

"I just don't want anyone to hate me," She paused and Owen turned his head to the side as if asking why.  "A lot of people around this hospital still think of you as Cristina's husband.  I don't want to be the girl who falls in love with the guy whose heart is still out there for someone else."

"Mia, Cristina has been gone for two years now.  We've been divorced for five.  Believe me, I'm over her," Both were now standing and Owen wrapped his arms around Amelia's waist.

"I know that, but what about everyone else?" Amelia let him hold her and rested her head on his shoulder.  From the position, she could hear his heart beat.

"Since when have you started caring about what other people think?" Owen pulled away slightly.  He was caught a little off-guard by such a strong, independent woman caring what others thought.

"Never.  This is just so new for me," Amelia breathed in the scent of him.  Chemicals from the OR radiated off his lab coat but she could still smell the cologne spray he wore underneath. 

"What if we just don't tell anyone and let them figure it out for themselves?" Owen tried to reach a compromise.  He would never tell Amelia this but little part of him wanted to  brag about them.  After all, he was seeing such a beautiful and smart woman.  

"Okay," Amelia paused.

"Okay?" Owen looked down at her, peacefully resting her head on his shoulder.  One of his hands came from behind his back and he twisted it in her soft brown hair.

She reached up and kissed him without warning.  It started off soft and reassuring, but as they got more into it the kiss deapend. Her hands ripped off his lab coat and his followed suit, removing hers.  Owen lifted Amelia off the ground and she responded by wrapping her legs tightly around him.  HE held her for a few moments before sitting her down atop her desk.  Her hands moved across his shirt, attempting to unbutton it.  She got frustrated and ended up just pulling, sending buttons flying all over the neuro office.  

"I'll get you a new one," She whispered into the kiss. Owen pulled away, his chest heaving and a little flushed. 

"We shouldn't do this here," he spoke, attempting to rebutton his shirt only to find three of the buttons missing.   

"Owen, we had sex on Karev's couch.  You're really worried about doing it on my desk?" She put her hands on her hips and Owen had to admit it was tempting.  

He just looked at her, contemplating his next move.  Amelia grew impatient and threw off her scrub top.  "I didn't sign that damn paper for nothing."

Owen, unable to resist any longer, threw himself at her.  Soon enough, all their clothes were removed and love was made.  They managed to knock all of Amelia's papers off her desk and her charts were askew.  It didn't matter, they were together.

As they were getting dressed, Owen realized the predicament he was in.

"I'm going to have to wear scrubs or explain to everyone why my shirt is missing buttons," He said, buckling his pants.

"Hey, you wanted to tell people, might as well do it now," Amelia laughed, throwing her top over head.

"I love you," Owen said with a laugh and a sigh.  It was an accident; not something he meant to say out loud, but it was true.  He needed to say it.

Amelia's head shot up from looking down and tying her scrub pants.  "You do?"

"Yeah I do, and have for a while," Owen paused, "I didn't mean to say it like that.  I wanted the moment to be special like maybe over a romantic dinner or something."

"Owen, we just had sex on my desk," Amelia gestured to the mess she would have to clean up.  "I don't think the moment gets any more interesting than that."

Owen released a nervous laugh as Amelia slung her arms around his neck.  "I love you too, and have for a while," She paraphrased his words which he found both annoying and sexy.

They kissed once more before Owen's pager went off.  "Now I have an excuse to wear scrubs," He winked and left Amelia alone in the neuro office with a huge paperwork mess to clean up.

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It's been so long since I updated.  Hope you all are still into this story.  This was just a fluff chapter that I needed to write for the next part.  It will be.... very interesting.... to say the least.  

As always feel free to leave any questions/suggestions/feedback in the comments.  I love reading them!

I also want you guys to know that I made a tumblr. -  www.ferryboatscrubs.tumblr.com - where I post one-shots and prompts that I get sent.  I am reposting this same Omelia story on there right now, but mixed in are a ton of super fun prompts I'd love you guys to check out.  I don't post one-shots on Wattpad and I've been wanting to write a ton, so I made myself a tumblr just for that.  I'm still going to post on here though, so don't worry!

Hugs & Kisses,

Scalpels & Clamps,

-G