Peacocking
Hello, beautiful people! This one is in response to an anon prompt about Tom Koracick returning in 14x13. The little surprise that I was telling you all about earlier is that I co-wrote this with the lovely @omeliathehurricane! She is the greatest. I have never had as much fun writing a fic as I did this one. She has the greatest ideas, and it was such a great time putting this together with her over the last three days. So thank you, @omeliathehurricane, for a lovely weekend of writing and laughing. This is also by far the longest fic Iâve posted so far. Writing is more fun when youâre doing it with friends.
Anyway, here it is. It gets rather R-rated toward the end, so if thatâs not your thing, steer clear.
Peacocking
âWhat have we got?â Owen asked the paramedic as she wheeled in a gurney carrying a bloody, bruised man.
âMotor vehicle accident victim,â the paramedic replied. âHypotensive, tachycardic, and tachypneic. This guy is pretty banged up. Lots of contusions and lacerations. Internal bleeding seems likely, and heâs clearly had some head trauma.â
Owen nodded. âThanks, Iâll take it from here.â The paramedic thanked him and headed back toward the ambulance. Owen turned toward the residents who were waiting for instructions. âSomeone page neuro 911. Weâre going to need to get this guy to surgery ASAP, so weâll need a quick consult.â Owen began to assess the patientâs extremities, and within minutes, both Amelia and Tom Koracick were walking into the exam room. Owen looked up, surprised to see both of them there. He turned to regard the resident who had paged them. âWhen I say page neuro, I mean one neurosurgeon, not the entire department,â he reprimanded the resident who was now shrinking back under his gaze.
âItâs not his fault, Owen,â Amelia responded. âI got the page, but Tom insisted on coming down with me, so here we all are.â
âThat wonât be a problem, will it?â Koracick asked, smiling a bit too widely for Owenâs liking.
âNo, not at all,â Owen said, doing his best to keep his voice cordial. âAmelia, can you start the neuro exam?â
She nodded and walked to the head of the bed, pulling out her penlight as she did so. âCrap,â she said after a few flicks of her penlight. âHis right pupil is blown. His ICP is elevated. Weâre going to need to get this guy to surgery immediately.â
âIâll need to work alongside you, then,â Owen replied. âHe likely has some significant internal bleeding, and I canât wait until after you stabilize his ICP to assess and treat it.â
âSounds good, letâs go,â Amelia said, already beginning to pull the gurney to the door. To her surprise, Koracick came around to the other side of the gurney and began to push. âTom, I think this is probably a job that one neurosurgeon can handle.â
âReally?â Koracick asked with raised eyebrows. âKicking me out of your surgeries? Is that any way to thank the man who saved your life?â
Amelia rolled her eyes. Apparently he was just as much of an asshole as heâd always been. âFine, whatever,â she huffed. âLetâs just get moving.â
âMusic please,â Koracick called as he, Owen, and Amelia all prepared to begin the procedure.
Amelia wasnât paying much attention. She had gotten used to his preference for playing music while she was a resident, and she was now able to tune it out. She could vaguely hear the sounds of some song that had techno sort of vibes. It wasnât what sheâd expected of him, but she thought nothing of it. Then the lyrics began. âThat was unforgettable. I wanna do it again. Youâre crazy like an animal, and I donât want it to end.â Wow. This was really not what she had been expecting. âTell me all your dreams and darkest fantasies. Letâs talk about sex, baby. Letâs talk about you and me. Letâs talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be.â
Ameliaâs head snapped up, her eyes immediately flying to Koracick. As soon as she made eye contact, she was sorry she had. He had that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face, and he wiggled his eyebrows a couple times before winking. God, she hoped Owen hadnât seen that. She hesitantly turned to glance at him, and the confused look on his face as he looked back and forth between her and Koracick told her he had seen it. Fantastic.
âAlex, why are you making us eat lunch up here?â Meredith moaned as she and Maggie followed him into the gallery and took a seat on either side of him.
âJust watch.â Alex grinned, nodding down to the surgery happening below them.
âWhat is going on down there?â Maggie asked, looking back and forth between Meredith and Alex, hoping one of them would clarify the situation. Alexâs face was still plastered with that stupid, over-excited grin whereas Meredithâs went from confused to one of understanding and amusement as she watched the three surgeons below them working on their patient.
Alex chuckled. âIsnât it obvious, Pierce? Shepherd and Koracick banged. Man. I canât believe it. I had always heard she was a good lay. Hell, one time I walked by the on-call room, and Hunt was making noises Iâve never heard a human make before. If only Iâd known that all I had to do to get her into bed with me was cut into her brain.â
âEw, Alex! Sheâs like your sister, and you have Jo! Whatâs wrong with you?â Maggie scrunched up her nose in disgust.
âIâm not saying I want to do her right now!â He shrugged. âBut had if I had known it was that easy, maybe I would have made my move while I was still single.â He looked up, and, just like Koracick, wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Maggie, earning him a punch in the shoulder.
Meredith laughed at the other two before turning her gaze back to Amelia. âI guess Hurricane Amelia wasnât entirely the result of that massive meningioma.â
Koracick smirked and looked up to the gallery, taking time to make eye contact with Maggie, Meredith, and Alex individually before turning his gaze to Amelia. âShepherd, do you choose a different bed for every guy you screw in the on-call room, or were we going at it in the same bed you consummated your marriage in?â he asked. Both Amelia and Owen froze on the spot. âYou know, she was hot for her teacher back in the day. I guess it never wore off.â He winked at Owen.
Amelia swallowed hard as she noticed Owen tighten his grip on the forceps he was holding. If they had been made of plastic she was sure they would now be picking bits of broken plastic out of their patientâs body cavity.
âI wonder which one Shepherd thinks is better in bed.â Alexâs voice rang out once more through the OR. âOr maybe it was Mark Sloan?â
Amelia snapped. âKarev! For the love of God, shut up! One more word and I will have a field day cutting out the parts of your brain which make you a jackass, and trust me when I say by the time Iâm finished, Jo will be changing your diapers, and you wonât even be able to get it up.â
âAlex, Mere, donât you guys have somewhere to be right now? I know I should be going. Weâre all busy people. Very busy people. Weâre surgeons, weâre always busy; saving lives and all. We should definitely be leaving now. I think I can hear my pager, canât you?â the three surgeons operating heard Maggie say, and the next time Amelia looked up her sisters and Alex were finally nowhere to be seen.
âFeisty inside the OR and out! I like it Shepherd,â Koracick mused, before instructing the nurse to do more irrigation of the area he was working on.
Owen finally broke his silence, his voice reflecting how uncomfortable the entire situation was making him. âCould we please talk about something else? Youâve had your fun, now can we please concentrate on our patient?â
Before Amelia managed to agree with Owen or even attempt to change the topic of conversation, Koracickâs voice cut her off. âCome on, Dr. Hunt, why not join in the fun? Itâs not like you two are together anymore. So tell me, did she used to do that thing with you? The one where her legs go one way and youâŚâ
âTom!â Amelia interrupted, her embarrassment and frustration multiplying with every passing second. Â
âOkay, prude!â He held his hands up in defeat. âI will say one last thing, though,â he turned his attention back to Owen. âYouâre welcome.â Owen looked at him, confused. âYou see her hands? I taught them everything they know, both inside the OR and out, and they really know what they are doing now.â
âTom.â Through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, Amelia growled at him.
âFine,â he whined dramatically. âI was just having fun. What did you do to her, Dr. Hunt? She used to be the life of the party, and now she canât even handle a few jokes.â
âDeLuca!â Owenâs voice bellowed throughout the OR. âYou good to close?â DeLuca didnât even have the chance to confirm before Owen slammed his surgical equipment down onto the tray and stormed out.
Owen stalked down the hallway and into the first empty on-call room he found. He was thankful to find it empty, allowing him to decompress a little. He began to pace around the room, talking to himself as he walked. âShe was just a ball of fun when you knew her, was she? Yeah, thatâs probably because her life was a wreck and she was struggling with a drug addiction. Pardon me for supporting her sobriety and helping her live a more stable, fulfilled life. A life that also included mind-blowing sex. I must have been the worst husband ever.â Owen stopped his pacing to sit down on one of the beds and take a breath. As he glanced around the room, Koracickâs comment about Ameliaâs frequent on-call room trysts popped into his mind, and he was suddenly leaping from the mattress as if it were on fire. Owen headed back down the hall and toward the parking lot, now thoroughly convinced that he needed a drink. Or five.
âHey, Joe, a scotch please?â Owen signaled the bartender, slumping onto the bar stool. From the corner of his eye he noticed the familiar and unbelievably frustrating face of Tom Koracick. âActually make that a double.â He quickly made the decision that one wasnât going to be enough to wipe his memory of that day.
âTough day, huh?â Joe smiled understandingly.
Owen sighed, hoping the drink would alleviate some of the weight on his shoulders and jealousy clouding his brain. âI found out something that I wish I was never told, so yeah, tough day.â His hand gripped the glass tightly as he quickly polished off half of the contents of the glass in one gulp.
âWhoa, take it easy there!â The irritating tone of Tomâs voice was suddenly very close to Owenâs ears.
âGo away Tom,â Owen sighed, defeated by all the new information that had been thrown at him that day. How could Amelia sleep with Tom? Why would she? Had she moved on? Was she dating? Sleeping around?
Tom simply ignored him and instead chose taunting as his next method of torture. âNot getting any at the moment, then? Shepherd ruined other women for you? She has that effect on men. But I guess you couldnât satisfy her fully or you would still be married.â
âTom,â Owen growled, much like Amelia had done earlier that day while in surgery.
âI mean, she always says she dislikes me so intensely, but you know what they say. Hate is the most powerful of aphrodisiacs, and let me tell you, she may hate me, but she walked out of that on-call room as satisfied as she had ever been.â At hearing Tomâs words, Owen downed the rest of his drink and slammed it down on the counter. He needed to get out of here before he committed a crime.
âLeaving already?â Tom continued to taunt as he watched Owen throw $20 onto the bar and make an effort to leave. âWalking out on me just like you walked out on your marriage?â Owen stopped dead in his tracks, fists clenched, his lungs filling with slow, deep breaths.
âWas all of that really necessary earlier?â Amelia asked Maggie while she picked at the bowl of nuts in front of her; their table on the other side of the bar, out of sight from Tom and Owen.
âI didnât know that was what Alex was planning,â Maggie, ever the peacekeeper, explained. âBut really, Amelia, Koracick?â
Amelia sighed. âI know. I donât know what I was thinking. I was horny and lonely and, well, Owen was off hooking up with Carina so I didnât really think it through.â
âSo tell me,â Maggie wiggled her eyebrows, âOwen or Tom: who is better in bed?â Amelia laughed, rolling her eyes at her sister, who was now sitting so close to the edge of her seat Amelia was worried Maggie would slide off it and onto the floor any second.
âWellâŚâ she began but found herself being interrupted by two very loud voices coming from the other side of the bar.
âYOU THINK YOUâRE BETTER THAN ME, HUH?â One of them bellowed, silencing almost everyone in the bar. âSHE ONLY SLEPT WITH YOU BECAUSE SHE COULDNâT BE WITH ME!â
âOH YEAH? WELL ITâS NOT MY FAULT YOU GAVE UP AND WALKED OUT ON HER. AT LEAST I CAN FULLY SATISFY HER!â
âAmelia!â Maggieâs concerned expression nodded towards the two arguing figures. Owen and Tom.
Amelia immediately jumped up from her seat, âI will murder the both of them,â she growled, running over to the two men.
âYOU FULLY SATISFY HER? SHE COMPARED BEING WITH ME TO A BED AND BREAKFAST IN VERMONT!â
âVERMONT! WHAT ARE YOU 80? FOR AN ARMY MAJOR, YOU ARE SUCH A PRUDE!â
âPRUDE? AMELIA CERTAINLY DIDNâT THINK I WAS A PRUDE WHEN SHE WAS SCREAMING MY NAME ALL NIGHT. THE NUMBER OF ORG-!â
âEnough!â Amelia stepped in between the two men. âEnough with this chauvinistic penis parade! You two are like a couple of peacocks fanning their feathers. If it helps, the only thing you two have in common about your amazing sex lives is me - so youâre welcome. And to settle this mass debate, I donât want to screw either of you right now! The only thing Iâd like to do with either of your dicks is cut them off with a rusty scalpel. Then letâs see how boastful the pair of you are about your âskillsâ in the sack.â
Both men swallowed hard before opening their mouths to say something. âI donât want to hear your excuses,â Amelia dismissed the pair of them. âYou have embarrassed me enough by arguing about me like Iâm some object to be owned, and for what? To inflate your own egos? Pathetic. So now that this entire bar knows about my sex life, I hope youâre happy with yourselves.â She turned to face Owen, âI expected this from Tom, but you? We were married. Show me a little respect.â
âYeah! Show her some respect.â Tom jeered. Owen lunged at him but was quickly stopped by Amelia grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him away from Tom and toward the entrance to the bar.
âWhat the fuck, Owen?â she hissed as she came to a stop outside the door and let go of his shirt.
Owen stared back at her without remorse. âYouâre asking me? You should be asking him! I wasnât the one who caused any of this. I was minding my own business, having a drink, when that jackass sat down and starting running his mouth about our sex life. I tried to be the bigger man and leave, but then he hit below the belt. Thereâs only so much one man can take. What did you expect me to do?â
âI expected you to walk away!â she shouted. âI expected you to consider how humiliated I would be that two neanderthals were shouting about me and my sex life like Iâm some piece of meat, and, I donât know, maybe not do that?â
Owen could feel all the pent up frustration, jealousy, and anger of the night bubbling over. âOh, so you expected me to be concerned about your feelings, meanwhile you go running off to on-call rooms to screw anyone and everyone without a second thought about how Iâd feel about that?â
âYou slept with Carina!â she yelled back. âWhy is it okay for you to have rebound sex, but as soon as I want to feel good Iâm being unreasonable and inconsiderate of your feelings?â
âIt just bothers me, okay?â He defensively took a step back from her, but Amelia - never one to step away from a fight - took a step closer to him.
âAnd you donât think seeing you and Carina in our house bothered me?â
âItâs different!â he shouted, exasperated.
âHow is it different, Owen? Â Am I expected to sit at home miserable while you live your life? Please enlighten me! Iâm supposed to wallow in loneliness while you return to your bachelor days? Please explain how itâs different to me because I really donât understand-â she didnât get to finish her sentence because his mouth was on hers, his tongue aggressively pushing past her lips and running over her teeth as he tilted her head to the side. She relaxed into the kiss for a second as she felt him begin to suck on her bottom lip, losing herself in the heady passion that had drawn her into her relationship with him to begin with before remembering where she was and pulling back, a shocked and angry expression on her face. âWhat the hell was that for?â she asked.
He did not look the least bit sorry. âThat was to shut you up so that I could explain to you that Carina was just an outlet because I was losing my mind thinking about how I couldnât be with you! That was because even though you never let me finish a sentence and are the most infuriatingly confusing person I have ever loved, I still want to be with you!â
She scoffed. âIâm confusing? How about you?! How was I supposed to know that you bringing another woman into the house we bought to live in together really meant, âI miss you?â How was I supposed to be able to interpret your flings and your broodiness and your distance without you talking to me about any of it? Owen, I canât-â and then his lips were on hers again. This time she only allowed him about one second of pleasure before she pulled back, a scowl on her face and her cheeks red. âWould you stop doing that?â she asked breathlessly, her fingers travelling up to her swollen lips for a split second before her mind registered that he could see everything she was doing.
He tilted his head, a hint of a smile on his face. âWhy should I stop?â
She huffed and looked away. She had too many emotions running through her to be able to look at him right now. âBecause every time you do that I lose my train of thought. I get all confused and my brain goes cloudy! And and all I can think about isâŚâ she paused, biting her lip as her blush deepened.
âAll you can think about isâŚ?â he asked suggestively, now starting to smirk a bit.
She crossed her arms and looked straight into his eyes, glaring at him in a way that was probably supposed to communicate anger, but actually just turned him on. âAll I can think about is how badly I want to take your clothes off! Happy?â
âA littleâŚâ Owenâs smirk was taking over his whole face now. He briefly glanced back to the barâs entrance and opened his mouth to say something, but Amelia was speaking before he even had the chance.
âOwen, I swear to God, if you make any sort of remark or joke about whoâs better at getting me off, I will take great pleasure in castrating you.â
His smirk faltered as he turned his gaze to her, but the sparkle in his eyes was as prominent as ever. âIf you castrate me,â he began, taking a suggestive step toward her, âthen I wonât be able to remind you why Iâm your favorite. And thatâs just unfair to me and, well, mainly to you.â His head tilted in that way that always made her ovaries somersault, as he took another annoyingly suggestive step toward her.
She was fighting hard to keep the scowl on her face, despite how turned on she was getting. âIf you think being a cocky asshole is the best way into my pants, youâre going to be sorely disappointed.â
He chuckled. âIt seemed to work for Kora-â he stopped mid-word as he felt her hand grip his package a bit too firmly for his liking.
âI swear, I will castrate you,â she hissed before letting go.
He took a step back, not wanting to chance it that sheâd get more aggressive with the next go. âAmelia, we both just admitted that we want each other. Now, are we going to stand out here in a parking lot and argue particularities, or are we going to do what we both want to do right now?â
She crossed her arms and sighed. âOwen, you canât justâŚâ she stopped. She didnât really know what she was trying to say. All she knew was she wasnât about to make it that easy for him, not when she was still mad at him for discussing her, or rather their, sex life in such a public place.
Unfortunately for her, he could read her. âAmelia, just get in my truck.â
âOwenâŚâ she said, getting even less of an argument composed this time.
âIn the truck,â was all he said as he stared down at her, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side. She continued to stare back, a bit happy that he had stopped talking. If he just wanted to have a staring contest, she was confident she could win. What she didnât count on, however, was him abruptly stepping forward and throwing her over his shoulder.
âOwen!â she squealed as she squirmed from her place on his shoulder. âWhat are you-â
âI told you, in the truck,â he cut her off before opening the passenger door and setting her on the seat. âNow, are you going to behave, or do I need to buckle you in and engage the child lock?â
âYouâre practically kidnapping me,â she pouted, her gaze fixed straight ahead. âI could have you arrested for this.â
âBut then you wouldnât get the multiple orgasms your eyes are begging for right now.â Her mouth fell open as she turned to gape at him. He used this opportunity to shut the door and jog around the front of the truck to climb in the driverâs side. Much to his amusement, no matter how much she protested and pouted, she made no effort to get out of the truck.
Owen glared at the driver beside him as the man zoomed forward and cut him off. The aggressive driving maneuver had nearly resulted in a fender bender. That was the last thing Owen needed when he was trying to get home to have some really great sex. âSeriously?â he scoffed, narrowing his eyes angrily at the car that was now in front of him. âYouâre just going to cut in and out without signaling or giving anybody any space? Do you think it might be a good idea to make people aware of your intentions before you just start doing things? Idiot could have caused an accident, or worse, killed someone.â
Amelia laughed heartily and rolled her eyes. âThatâs pretty rich coming from the guy who, just a few minutes ago, Â abruptly threw me over his shoulder. Without my consent, may I add.â
He glanced over at her briefly, smirking. âActually, Miss Wise-Ass, I beg to differ with your assessment. I made you fully aware of my intentions, but you were being intentionally difficult. And youâre the one who said all she can think about is taking my clothes off. You started this.â
She crossed her arms and turned to look out the passenger window, refusing to make eye contact with him as he gloated. âThatâs Dr. Wise-Ass to you,â she muttered.
âMy apologies, Doctor,â he said, groaning out her title in that tone of voice he got when he was burying himself inside of her. Despite her attempts at hiding it, he could see the way her cheeks flushed and her thighs clenched together as arousal surged through her body upon hearing the tone of his voice. He smiled and turned back to look at the road, very pleased to have gotten her exactly where he wanted her.
âIâm not sleeping with you. Iâm just putting that out there,â Amelia leant against the doorframe while Owen fumbled with the keys, âI do not give in that easily, not after what just transpired between you and Tom.â
Her pent up frustration began to bubble up again when she heard Owen mutter, âWeâll see about that.â The lock clicked as the deadbolt slid free and he pushed open the door, âYouâre free to leave, if you please.â His smirk was now more infuriating than ever. âBut I donât think youâd enjoy going home alone anywhere near as much as what I have planned for you in there.â
She rubbed her forehead, head tilted slightly to the side. âOwenâŚâ, Amelia began without having planned out anything else to say.
âIâll take that as a âYes! Please satisfy my every desire Owen!â then,â he gleefully announced. Before she could utter a sound, she once again found herself being thrown over Owenâs shoulder. Â
âWhat the fuck, Owen?â Her legs squirmed and wriggled in protest, though her giggles gave away her genuine enjoyment of the situation, âShould I just expect to be hanging over your shoulder with my ass in the air for the rest of the evening?â
Owen ignored her. Instead, he pushed the front door closed and paraded through the house and toward the master bedroom. Finally, he put her back down.
Again he took an annoying suggestive step toward her, his face now only centimeters away from hers. âWould you please stop pretending to protest?â He smirked. âItâs just slowing down the process. We both know that we will be naked and in that bed momentarily. So letâs quit wasting time arguing about it like children.â And then he saw it, the flash of dirty in her eyes. The look that made men crumble with arousal. She wasnât going anywhere.
Her small hands ran up his torso, digging her nails into his skin lightly through the thin material of his shirt. âItâs highly inappropriate for you to compare us having a discussion about sex to arguing about it like children.â Fully aware of the game she was playing, Owen relished in the feeling of her small, nimble fingers exploring every inch of his body. Without hesitation his hands ran down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her body flush against his.
âIâm bored of arguing now,â he whispered as his lips finally made contact with hers. This time, though, Amelia made no attempt to stop him. Her lips sucked on his bottom one before his tongue brushed past her lips and began fighting with hers for dominance. His hands travelled back up to her head, taking control of the kiss. Meanwhile Ameliaâs fingers where skilfully unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, and pushing them down his thighs.
Breaking the kiss for a split second, her eyes met his before she pushed him back and watched as he fell against the soft mattress. She pulled his jeans off and left them in a crumpled heap on the floor. She took a step toward him, and his arms were quickly around her waist, pulling her on top of him, her crotch resting painfully close to his.
His hand quickly rid her of her shirt while she began unbuttoning his shirt, their lips only parting when necessary. Amelia yelped when all of a sudden Owen flipped them over and began tracing her skin with soft kisses. His lips travelled along her jaw, down her neck - sucking at her most sensitive areas - Â over her collarbone, between her breasts and down her stomach. All the while, his fingers worked away at unbuttoning and removing her jeans.
She began to squirm with pleasure under him as his lips teased the hem of her panties while his hands firmly held her in place by her hips, âOwenâŚ.â she moaned multiple times, hinting at him to stop teasing and start doing.
He ran his tongue over her through her panties, thoroughly enjoying how turned on she was. Then, without further warning, he pulled her panties down and slipped two fingers in while his tongue began to circle her clit. Every single one of Ameliaâs nerve endings was on fire. She had forgotten just how well he knew her body, just how easily he could reduce her to a quivering mess with a few well-placed licks and strokes.
As he picked up his pace, he felt Ameliaâs walls begin to contract around his fingers, getting closer and closer to the release that was now the only thing on her mind. He replaced his tongue with his thumb and began trailing his way back up her stomach and chest.
Ameliaâs nails dug into his shoulders as she encouraged him to keep going, her lips now on his. As a wave of pleasure rippled through her, she unintentionally bit down on his bottom lip, drawing out a deep, loud moan from the pair of them.
Now desperate for release Owen, without warning, pulled out his fingers and entered her painfully slowly - drawing out sounds from her that only he had ever been able to coax out. Not that she planned on telling him that. His hips began to grind against her, slowly picking up the pace.
Out of the blue, Amelia flipped them so she was now on top. The view he was rewarded with only made him harder inside of her. As she began to rock back and forth, her hips circling against his, his hands grabbed onto the top of her thighs, keeping her in place, matching his tempo to hers.
As he felt her walls begin to contract around him again, he sat up smirking. âI thought I was supposed to be proving to you why Iâm the best at this,â he said, a bit breathless from their activities. His lips met hers again, and she did not protest as she permitted him to flip them back over, allowing him to make good on what heâd been promising her all evening.
His hips picked up even more speed as with each thrust he went deeper and deeper. Her nails were digging into the back of his head while her tongue worked against his. Then he felt her entire body begin to spasm, every muscle contracting and relaxing with pleasure.
She was barely able to emit words as his thumb began to circle her clit again. Â All she could do was gasp and moan as he pulled wave after wave of pleasure from her. They were both so close to their respective climaxes. Sweating from raw desire and exertion, he felt her walls begin to clench around his hard member. He watched as her body squirmed with pleasure below him, and with one final clenching of her walls she drew out his orgasm.
His face fell into the crook of her neck while her arms were lazily wrapped around his shoulders. Both still too sensitive to move after their respective orgasms, they simply lay there, the sounds of their loud moans still reverberating through their minds.
It was a while before they peeled themselves away from one another. Owen lay on his side facing her, his head propped up against his hand. Amelia, on the other hand, lay on her stomach, her head resting against the pillow her arms were wrapped around.
âI hate you so much right now,â Amelia sighed contently, turning her head to face him. Owen simply smirked and pulled the bed sheet a little higher up her back so she wouldnât get cold.
His smile never faded as his finger began to delicately trace the length of her spine, âWell, as a particularly annoying neurosurgeon once told me, hate is the most powerful of aphrodisiacs.â
âI will admit that this was great,â she jokingly rolled her eyes in defeat, âbut could you please tone down the cockiness? I think itâs quite obvious by now that you won this one.â
âYou should see your face,â he inched closer to her, his eyes sparkling with mischief, âthere is no way you will be able to hide your âI just had mind-blowing sexâ glow.â
âThatâs it! Iâm getting the rusty scalpel,â she laughed, pulling back the bed sheet slightly and making an effort to get up.
Before she could even swing her legs off the side of the bed, Owenâs strong arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her back down onto the soft mattress.
âThe scalpel can wait,â he chuckled, his eyebrows dancing suggestively while he covered her small frame with his larger one, his hands on either side of her shoulders, allowing him to hover above her. âI think you need to show me just how feisty you are outside of the OR at least one more timeâ.
