One Shots

Pillow Fight

The golden sun filtered new morning light through the drawn curtains of the trailer, casting a romantic ambience across the otherwise dismal space. She had been living with him for about three weeks and it already seemed like a small eternity. She had brought most of her clothes and personal items from her previous house, cramming them into every space corner of the trailer. They were apartment hunting but everything they liked was purchased out from under them. They were so picky when it came to a home; Owen wanted to buy a house, Amelia wanted to rent an apartment. So until they could settle their differences, they lived together in the cramped space of his trailer.

His arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her into his chest. She wore nothing but the thin fabric of his old army tee and he could feel her brush against his skin with every breath. He twisted her brown curls that were lying in his face and smiled to himself. She was everything he ever wanted.

"Good morning, you," He whispered into her ear, causing her to stir in his grasp.

"It's too early," She grumbled and rolled out of his arms, burying her face in the blankets.

"We have to get up. I'll make you coffee," He leaned atop her and brushed her hair aside, placing delicate kisses along the back of her neck. He knew it mad her melt.

But she wasn't going to be so easy so early in the morning. Instead of rolling over to meet his lips with hers, she grabbed the nearest pillow and smashed it into his face. He had to admit, she had put some force behind it.

Two could play at this game.

Owen took the pillow next to him and lightly tapped her on the back with it. Little did he know, that Amelia would sit straight up and slap him across the head.

"Were you an MMA fighter or something in your past life that I don't know about?" Owen joked as he hit her in the shoulder only to receive a smack to the chest. A smile was playing across her lips no matter how hard she tried to hide it or seem upset. Her eyes never lied; they were still hooded from sleep, but they sparkled brighter than ever.

The fight ensued, the two of them laughing in each other's presence. Amelia was putting all her force behind the punches, while Owen took it easy with her. The last thing he wanted was to actually hurt her. This was all fun and games, which he loved. Cristina would've never put up with this.

They danced around the small space of the trailer, smacking each other with pillows. Suddenly, Amelia laid into Owen with a blow all to forceful, causing the pillow she had been fighting so hard with to burst open, showering feathers, fluff, and dust across the entire trailer. She watched as Owen's eyes darkened a little, not wanting to get mad at her but completely unable to help himself. He was such a neat freak and the mess of feathers would drive him crazy.

The feathers rained down on them, casting a while layer over the entire space. They would have to take a shower before their hospital shift, or else people might think they just got back from a ski trip. It was as if it had snowed inside. Amelia had to admit, a little part of her loved it; like in a movie.

"Now before you try and murder me..." Amelia started, only to be cut off.

"Oh Mia..." He started, the lines in his forehead deepening as he brought two fingers to his temple. What a headache she had just created.

"Don't be mad, okay? I'll clean this all up!" She started grabbing fistfuls of white feathers off the floor, only to note how it spread the dust around further. She gave up after a few attempts, only to find Owen laughing at her.

"What?" She asked, slightly annoyed.

"You're too cute," He chuckled as her hands came to rest on her hips and an indignant expression crossed her face.

"I'm not too fond of the word, cute," She started towards him, her hair coated with a fine layer of the white dust.

"I'm sorry. You're so beautiful," He kissed her nose, making her pull back and smile.

"Even if I'm covered in whatever fluff stuff this is?" She joked and he nodded.

"Even if I made a complete mess of your tailer?" He kissed her in response, a soft peck on the lips.

"You still love me?" She asked, deepening the kiss. Their lips playing off each other now as they instinctively moved towards the bedroom area. His hands started roaming under the tee she had claimed. He enjoyed nothing more than feeling her soft supple skin against his bare fingers.

"How can you think I'm anything but hopelessly in love with you?" He questioned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he hoisted her up, lips meeting lips, skin meeting skin.