Hello all you lovely people who've taken the time to read my story, thank you! Let me know what you think, it's my first time doing this so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated :) Just so we all know these aren't my characters etc. I'm just having a little fun with them.

He walks into the Attending's lounge, it's been a long day fighting for Keith's life and he hadn't had a chance to stop all day. She's pacing over by the lockers, clearly not happy with whoever she's on the phone to. Waiting to get into his locker he perches on the edge of the table, running his hand over his face as he exhales a breath, looking down at the ground. He hears her groan with frustration as she hangs up and he watches her taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

'Is everything alright?' he questions.

She spins around, noticing him for the first time. 'Yeah, I just…' She drifts off mid-sentence, unsure how to carry on and getting lost in his eyes. 'I erm, I was just trying to book a hotel room for tonight but everywhere is full because of this damn convention that's in town.' She finally finishes, spinning away from him as she covers her face with her hands.

'What's wrong with yours?'

'Meredith and I had a fight' she quickly answers.

He nods understandingly; he'd noticed some tension between them earlier but hadn't wanted to pry, 'Well you know you're more than welcome to stay at mine.' He offers.

With a look on her face that clearly says she's pointing out the obvious, 'Owen, you only have one bed.'

'Yeah, I know. But it's better than what, crashing here?'

She looks down, unable to meet his eyes and he realises, 'You've already been staying here haven't you?'

'Only for a couple of nights…' she mumbled, looking everywhere but at him.

'Amelia' he walks over to her, leaning his shoulder against the lockers and putting his hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at him, 'Look, why don't you just come stay at mine tonight? You're not going to find anywhere else now.'

She's very aware that they've only ever shared a bed without having sex once, after she finally let everything she'd been feeling over Derek's death out, but looking at him now she's finding it very hard to say no. 'But…'

'But nothing, get your stuff together. I'm going to get changed and then we'll head off.'

Entering his trailer he tells her to put her stuff wherever whilst he starts making dinner for the two of them. He looks through his cupboards and wishes he'd had a chance to go to the store before but they were going to have to make do, neither had the energy to go anywhere now. She strikes up a conversation about some of the things she'd heard at the hospital that day whilst he finishes their meal. Once they've finished she helps him clear up and then stands looking around the room,

'So should I take the couch or…?' she trails off looking over to him,

'What? Why would you? Oh' he shakes his head realising what she means, 'Look, we're both exhausted, it's been a hell of a day. I'm sure we can manage one night sharing a bed.'

Nodding her head they make their way into his bedroom area when she realises the only thing she's packed to sleep in, she tells herself there's no turning back now and perhaps he won't notice. She pulls out her shorts and the t-shirt of his that she'd stolen when they'd been together with everything else she needs and smiling shyly at him she heads to his bathroom. Taking a couple of calming breaths she starts getting ready for bed; she feels on edge being near him, she's missed how close they were and she's not sure she's going to be able to control herself around him. Looking in the mirror she tells herself she can do this, after all he said how tired they both were earlier so they'd just go straight to sleep right? Finally summoning up the courage she goes back into the bedroom,

'I thought I'd lost that shirt' he commented, noticing her entire.

Rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly whilst trying to pull the hem down, taking in the way he was looking at her legs,

'Don't worry, it was an old one anyway,' he quickly added.

Climbing into bed she realised he was planning on keeping his top on, 'I thought you preferred sleeping without that on?' she questioned pointing towards the offending item, his only response was a little smirk, indicating she knew exactly why he'd be keeping that on.

Following her into bed they both lay on their sides facing one another,

'So what happened between you and Meredith?' he finally asked, wanting to do so all night. Wrapping her arms around herself in a protective manner she told him how this case had brought up all the memories of Derek's death and the questions she had surrounding it, she couldn't take it anymore and had snapped.

'I was wondering when that was going to happen,' he sighed.

Surprised by his reaction she looked into his eyes, feeling herself being drawn in again she quickly said goodnight and rolled over, leaving him to turn the lights off.

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the scent of her, slowly opening his eyes he realises they've moved towards each other during the night and they're now wrapped around one another. Her hand had travelled under his shirt during the night and her leg had draped over his waist, resting dangerously close to a part of him he really hoped he could get under control before she noticed. He realised his hand was resting on her hip, his thumb caressing the slither of skin that had been exposed where his shirt had ridden up on her during the night, causing her to move towards him and his hand to tighten on her hip as her thigh grazed over him, waking her up. Sleepily she lifts her head, disorientated as he remembers her always being first thing in the morning, not realising how close they were to one another until their eyes lock. Their lips are inches from one another as her hand ghosts over his stomach causing the muscles to involuntarily clench as their breathing deepens. She swallows, causing his gaze to drop to her lips,

'I should get a shower,' he murmurs and all she can do is nod in response. Eventually he manages to drag himself away from her, angling himself in the hopes she won't notice anything, and heads straight to the bathroom. Flinging herself onto her back once he closes the door she releases her pent up frustrations in a loud breath and needing a distraction she gets up to make them breakfast, figuring it's the least she could do after he let her stay the night. Getting up she starts his coffee machine and looks through his fridge, finding some bacon and eggs she starts cooking; however once she catches a trace of his scent coming from the shower she can't help but imagine him coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her neck. Surprised when the boiling oil spits from the pan and lands on her hand she lets out a squeal, quickly turning everything off she ran her hand under some cold water. Hearing her Owen runs over to her, placing a hand on her lower back he leans over to check she's alright, feeling overwhelmed by his presence she places her hand on his chest to push him away,

'I'm fine Owen. If you want to be useful you can get some plates for us and pour the coffee.' She commented, shooing him away.

Turning away he couldn't help but think about how he wished this was how they spent every morning, getting ready to face the day together. Taking a couple of breaths to calm herself down she went to join him, impressed that he remembered how she likes her coffee. The two chatted about what they had coming up that day whilst they enjoyed a nice, relaxed breakfast until Amelia couldn't put off showering anymore and they finished getting ready for work before heading out.