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The Daily Grind

Coming at you this Friday evening with another collaboration with the lovely @omeliathehurricane. It’s silliness that turns into smuttiness. Consider yourselves warned. As usual, thank you to my dear partner in writing for putting up with my scatterbrained self, listening to my weird stories and commentaries, and making me laugh a thousand times as we wrote this (though a few times unintentionally). I hope all of you lovely readers enjoy it.

The Daily Grind

Sometimes everyday life is too mundane, and I have to find a way to spice it up. That’s what I keep telling Owen, but he doesn’t see it the same way. It’s good to mix things up a little, keep it interesting. For example, I love vanilla ice cream, but sometimes it’s good to try something new. There are so many flavours out there to try: rocky road, mint-choc-chip, tutti frutti... Or you can add nuts or gummy bears or sprinkles…you just have to try them all!

Owen likes to try new flavours, but sometimes he needs a little push. Just a bit of the right kind of pressure to get him going, and I know he’ll soon be along for the ride. So I have made it my job to give him that nudge in the right direction. I give him a little bit of time to grind it out and then see where things go from there.

Material Not Suitable for Children

“Why do you always have to pick the most popular films of the week to come and see?” Owen groans as we take our place in the queue for tickets to see Deadpool 2.

I snort slightly, amused by his annoyance considering he was the one who insisted on seeing this particular movie. Not that seeing Ryan Reynolds’ naked ass is anything to complain about. “I’m not the one who offered to trade sexual favours because they were so jazzed about this movie…”

“Amelia!” he hisses in a loud whisper, “We’re in public, there are children around! You can’t talk about sex in front of children.” I glance up at him and smirk at his rose-tinted ears and blushed cheeks. Sometimes it is the easiest thing in the world to push his buttons.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about it.” He nods and accepts my apology. Poor guy. He has no idea where this is going. I take a small step back, and he thinks nothing of it. He absentmindedly wraps his arm around my waist, his chest brushing against my back, and pulls his phone out to check the email he just got. I start slowly at first. Subtly. I shift backward only slightly so that my ass grazes his package, and he probably thinks it was an accident.

I pause, but just for a second, before pushing back with more pressure. “Amelia,” he says in that warning tone that I get from him all the time when he thinks I’m being incorrigible. I guess he’s starting to understand now. I say nothing and smirk slightly as I grind against him once more, this time finishing with a swirl of my hips. A tiny burst of laughter escapes my lips as my back reverberates with the vibration of his chest as he attempts to suppress a deep moan. This is working. “Amelia,” he growls, his lips now millimeters from my ear. “I’m warning you. We’re in public; control yourself.”

“Hmmm?” I turn my head slightly and catch his gaze from the corner of my eye, the most angelic of looks plastered across my face. He rolls his eyes and takes a tiny step back, separating our bodies. Within seconds, though, I have closed the gap again and am swirling my hips against his crotch, gradually increasing the pressure.

“This is a movie theater, not a nightclub,” he says, his voice low, though fuelled by desire. He’s close to giving in now. I push my ass against his crotch again and feel the pressure his now growing member is putting on his pants. It’s just a matter of seconds now. “I’m warning you.”

“What’s wrong with a little fun?” I tease, hoping he’ll drag me into the disabled toilet and put an end to this torturous grinding.

“Amelia,” he says, his voice calm and controlled. I feel his hands place themselves on my waist, and I can’t help but grin. This is the moment. “Stop moving,” he commands instead, his hands holding tightly onto my waist, stopping my movements. He pulls me sideways and steps forward so he’s standing next to me. I pout and cross my arms. This was not the ending I had in mind.

Nothing Satisfying Happens After 3 am

I cover my mouth with my hand as another yawn ripples through me. “Long night?” Sandie, one of the nurses who’s been here for years, smiles understandingly at me. I nod, but as I open my mouth to answer, all that comes out is another yawn. I really hate it when the hospital is this quiet at 3 am.

“Need a nap, Dr. Shepherd?” a teasing voice calls from behind me. How is Owen this chipper in the middle of the night? It’s not normal for a human to have this much energy at three in the morning.

“Yes,” I whine in response, “How do I arrange that?”

“By not signing up for the night shift,” he teases back. Oh good, he’s chipper and taunting me. Typical Owen.

“It’s in our contracts to do a certain number a month,” I complain, drumming my fingers against the surface of the station, doing everything in my power to not yawn in front of him. I am not a pretty sight when yawning.

“For what it’s worth,” he smiles kindly at me, “I’m happy our night shifts happened to line up.” As he finishes his thought, he takes another step closer to me so his chest is pressing against my shoulder blades and leans over my shoulder to press a soft kiss against my cheek. At the skin on skin contact, a rush of heat surges through me; and all of a sudden I’m awake and prepared to be active. Very active. Active in an on-call room without the burden of scrubs. God, it’s been way too long since I’ve gotten laid. Well, it’s barely been a week; but that’s a decade in sex years.

I swear it started innocently at first. I lean back a little because I’m craving a bit more contact. But then before I even know what’s happening, I’m pressing my ass insistently against him and he’s groaning and it’s turning me on even more, so I’m full-on grinding on him in front of the nurses’ desk. Like I said, I need to get laid.

“Amelia…” the word barely leaves his lips as he battles to stop another moan from escaping his lips. I don’t answer. In my exhausted, sex-fueled haze, I just keep going.

Buzz. I suddenly hear Owen talking through gritted teeth. Buzz. “Do you hear that?” he says. He’s acting like a child. “It’s my pager. People need me. Lives to save. See you later!” And all of a sudden I’m left in an exhausted mess of raging hormones.

“Owen!” I call out after him, too tired to attempt to disguise the sexually frustrated desperation in my voice he knows all too well. But nothing, he’s gone. And I still need to get laid.

“Dr. Shepherd, if you go to the on-call room now, make sure you lock the door,” says Sandie. Crap. I forgot she was still here. “You’re going to be even more frustrated than you are right now if someone walks in on you with your hand down your pants.” Normally I would laugh, but I’m too tired and frustrated right now. I just groan as I head toward the on-call room. I take her advice and lock the door immediately after it closes behind me.

Rising Tension

“Why are we at the mall?” I groan as Owen takes my hand in his and lets me step onto the escalator first. He rests his hand on the banister and leans closer to me.

“I need some new clothes and you always say I have terrible taste and yours is so much better than mine, so I thought I would bring the expert.” I cross my arms. Sure, I might have told him that some of his outfit choices leave something to be desired, but I never said I wanted to go to the mall in the middle of the afternoon on a weekend when there are tons of people milling about who are too engrossed in their phones to notice that they’re obstructing the flow of pedestrian traffic. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles my ear. “Will a cuddle cheer you up?” he asks.

No, a cuddle will not cheer me up, but embarrassing the hell out of you will. I begin to shift against him. Thank goodness we’re on an up escalator because I have the perfect angle to grind against him in earnest. It’s only been a few seconds, and I can already feel his erection forming. “Amelia, no,” he says sternly. “Not again.” He groans, knowing what’s coming next. “We’re in public.” Um, yeah, that’s the point, buddy. I ignore him and continue to grind, hard enough that he’ll have an impressive erection by the time we step off of the escalator in a few seconds, but not so aggressively that it’s obvious to onlookers what I’m doing.

The stair I’m on reaches the top, and I step off and dance away from him. I turn back to see him shuffling off of the escalator and glaring at me. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he grates out. He emerges 30 seconds later, and his erection is no longer visible.

“That was fast!” I say with a large smirk. “Are you sure you washed your hands?”

“You know damn well what I was doing in there. It’s your fault. Now tell me which store we’re going to so we can get the hell out of here.” Mission accomplished. Now he’s just as miserable to be at the mall as I am.

Below Deck Play

“Make yourselves at home!” Jackson encourages as we all scatter across the deck of his boat. A day at sea is the perfect way to detox and not think about the hospital. I take a deep breath, letting the clean sea air fill my lungs and leave me feeling tranquil and revitalized. Several of us head out toward the top where the captain’s chair is. April and Arizona opt for some seating along the side while Owen goes for the captain’s chair. Of course.

I follow him to his seat. “Mind if I join you, captain?” I ask saucily as I approach him. I’m in a happy, carefree mood, so of course I want to tease him a little. Nothing brightens my day quite like watching him squirm. Especially in front of our colleagues.

“Go ahead,” he says absentmindedly, so I take him up on his offer and sit down on his lap. I’ve barely managed to shift an inch on his lap before his arms are tightening around my waist and his mouth is next to my ear. “Behave,” he whispers gruffly. Smiling, I internally congratulate myself on wearing a very thin summer dress today.

I giggle. “Kepner, do you guys have any lemonade over there?” I call out, purposefully drawing their attention toward us before shifting again, hoping I can at least get a groan out of him.

“Yep, I’ll grab some from the cooler and bring it over,” Kepner offers.

“Great, thanks,” I say, smiling over my shoulder before turning back around and grinding down on him again.

This time, he grabs my right knee and squeezes. “Do I need to take you back inside and spank you?” My eyes get huge, and I’m certain the way I whipped around to face him was extremely unsubtle.

“Owen, there are other people around!” I whisper frantically. Over his shoulder, I can see Kepner approaching with the aforementioned lemonade.

The bastard is smirking at me. “That didn’t stop you from grinding on me today or any other day.” Damn it. This is backfiring. I’ve got to think of some way to regain the upper hand. “Or do you just talk a big game?” Okay Owen, challenge accepted. Two can play at this game.

“So, how would you put an end to this?” I say, keeping my voice a moan-like whisper. As he opens his mouth to throw a witty comeback my way I swirl my hips again, readjusting my position. He immediately shuts his mouth and glares at me, trying his hardest to trap another moan in his throat.

Right on time, April appears beside us holding two bottles of lemonade. “Here’s your lemonade!” she says cheerfully. Her brow furrows when she catches sight of Owen. “Owen, are you alright?”

He opens his mouth to answer, and I discreetly shift once again in his lap. By now his arm around my waist has become a death grip. “Yeah, Owen, is something wrong?” I ask, making my best effort to sound overly concerned. He goes to answer, and once again I move. This time, though, I re-adjust my position so my sundress falls on either side of his knees and the thin material of my panties is pressing against his crotch. It takes everything in me not to smile gleefully. I’m definitely winning now.

I can feel the deep gulp he takes to steady himself before answering. “Thank you for your concern, April,” he says, and I wonder if she can hear the frustration in his voice. “Now that you mention it, I’m not feeling my best. Amelia, would you mind giving me a hand?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he stands up, causing me to almost fall to the ground, he does it so suddenly. He then grabs my wrist tightly and begins to drag me toward the inside of the yacht.

“Where are we-” I begin to ask while he pulls me into one of the cabins and lets go of my wrist before closing the door behind himself. The words catch in my throat as he leans against the now closed door, his eyes locked with mine as he turns the lock. As he does so, his eyes shift to a far darker shade of blue and he flashes me that cocky smile of his that I know all too well.

“We are putting an end to this,” he says, his voice calm, cool, controlled. “Right here.” He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us. His hand snakes its way around the back of my neck, his thumb tracing the edge of my jawline. We’re standing so close. So close together I can feel his breath tickle and caress my skin. “Right now.” The words barely audible as he crashes his lips on mine, connecting us.

He controls the kiss, his other hand grabbing hold of my hip and pulling my body flush against his. My hands move up and wrap themselves around his neck, increasing the pressure. In the tight, enclosed room he turns us around and walks us back until my back crashes against the locked door. The thud against my spine makes me bite down on his bottom lip. He doesn’t wince, though, he just lets out a deep, long moan, as though all his suppressed ones from earlier in the day were finally bubbling over.

With me now pressed against the door, trapped by his frame, he lets his hands explore my body. Tracing their way up the exposed skin of my leg and continuing up, under the material of my dress, not stopping till they snake around my lower back and cup my ass. His hips thrust a bit against mine while he continues to kiss my lips, my cheeks, and my neck. He thrusts again, more firmly this time, and I can feel the anticipation coiling within me. He’s getting close to ripping this dress off of me and getting to the main event.

But several more minutes go by, and all he does is cup my ass, kiss me, and dry hump me like a high school boy hiding out under the bleachers. “Owen,” I hiss. “Act like you’ve done this before and stop teasing me.”

All of a sudden he stills against me. “Stop teasing you?” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve taken every opportunity you could find in the last few weeks to grind on me in public places and leave me with a boner, and now you’re complaining that I’m teasing you?” He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my thighs and over my knees until they are on the floor. He captures my eyes again and smirks, a smirk so dirty it sends a rush of heat surging through my body. But then he crashes his lips on mine again and carries on as though I had not said anything.

“Owen!” I moan, the word almost getting caught in my throat as he takes the parting of my lips as an invitation to push his tongue past my teeth and begin asserting his dominance. His tongue laps at mine.

As frustrated as ever, I drag my nails down over his stomach until they reach the waistband of his jeans. Quickly and expertly my fingers undo his belt and pop the button. I pull the waistband open, pulling the zipper down, and his fly comes open. I dip my hand in, immediately feeling how hard he is, but as I snake my hand past his boxers, he steps away from me. “What’s with all the haste?” He mocks me as his eyes catch mine devouring his now very obvious erection.

I know that there’s no way I can provide any sort of decent comeback to that, so I just reach out and tug his pants and boxers down his hips. Next, I reach for him, hoping I can distract him with a few well-timed strokes. He’s playing hardball, though, and takes a step back. At this point, I don’t really give a shit anymore about this little game. “Oh, for crying out loud!” I snap. “You know damn well you’re about to lose your mind just like I am. Would you please just get over here and put us both out of our misery?”

He laughs. God, I want to slap him. “You’ve always been such a romantic,” he teases, but I can see that his guard is down, so I grab his hips and yank him forward. The contact between his erection and my naked skin snaps him out of whatever teasing mood he was in, and now he’s not interested in games anymore either.

Without uttering another word, he allows himself to fall back against the small couch which is built into the wall. He takes my hands in his and pulls me towards him until I’m on my knees on the couch straddling him, our crotches inches apart, no longer separated by clothing.

He grabs my hips, lines himself up at my entrance, and then he’s sliding in, and we’re both moaning. Super loud. We can probably be heard throughout half of Seattle, but I’m past caring at this point. Our combined desperation means the steady pace he set quickly becomes frantic. It’s not long before he’s panting out, “I’m gonna…”

“Me too,” I cut him off. I bury my face in his neck in an attempt to somewhat stifle the moans as pleasure rips through me. He doesn’t even try to muffle the noises he’s making, he just shouts for all of Washington to hear. I wrap my arms around him and cling tightly to him while we both come down from our highs.

I don’t know how much time passes, but he finally looks up at me and whispers, “We should probably get back out there before anyone realizes that we’re gone.” I can’t help it. I burst into uncontrollable laughter. “What?” he asks. I can’t answer him because I’m laughing too hard. He pinches my hip gently. “Amelia, just what is so funny?” I look down at his innocent face, his cheeks still flushed, breaths laboured and hair sticking out in all directions as a result of my fingers. He has absolutely no idea.

Finally, I barely manage to answer him through my laughter. “Owen, you shouted loud enough for the entire city to hear. I was still wearing my dress. My hair is probably quite the sight. I don’t think anyone is going to be confused about where we were or what we were doing.”

His face drops into my shoulder. God, he’s adorable. Did he seriously not realize how obvious we were being that whole time? He must have been really horny.

“Ready to brave the storm of mocking and ridicule?” I tease him as I stand up and pull him with me. He snorts an unamused breath as I slip my panties on and he pulls on his discarded items of clothing. “Good to go?” I ask, smiling sweetly as I balance myself on my tip toes and brush my lips against his.

He follows me out of the room, holding onto my hand tightly, much like a child would do. I can’t help but smile at how adorable he is.

When we arrive back on the deck, I’m relieved to find only Meredith up there. At least we’re not going to have to deal with everyone at once. She turns around and gives the two of us a very noticeable once-over. Okay, Meredith, I get it. It’s extremely obvious that we hooked up. She finally speaks up. “Does this mean you’re going to stop dry humping him in public places?”

“No, I think I’ll continue,” I answer. When I pictured how awkward this was going to be, I definitely didn’t imagine it going like that. Had I really been that obvious when I’d been messing with him?

“If you have to, please do it in private next time.” Maggie’s voice can all of a sudden be heard behind us. I spin on the spot to find our entire boat party comfortably seated around the loungers directly above the room Owen and I had been in minutes prior.

I roll my eyes but can’t help the snigger that escapes my lips at seeing how embarrassed Owen is. “I guess subtlety isn’t your strong suit.” He suddenly decides to poke fun at me.

“Dude, speak for yourself!” Alex scoffs loudly. “It’s going to take days of showers and combing to fix that sex hair.”

From where Owen and I are standing, it looks like we’re being told off by the high school disciplinary board. I can’t help but laugh as Owen awkwardly scratches the back of his head, before running his fingers through his tangled locks. “Seriously, that’s not going to fix it,” Alex carries on, unable now to hold back his laughter.

“What I think we should all be talking about is how loud Owen was!” April decides to join in on the teasing. “Is Shepherd really that good?”

I open my mouth to answer. However, before I get a chance to answer, Owen is giving the passionate “Yes!” that I had intended to say. “Now if you’ll excuse us.” He grins, unfazed by everyone’s surprised expressions given he’s known for enjoying his privacy, and grabs me by the wrist. He proceeds to pull me back toward the staircase without concern for the wolf whistles that follow us.

“I’m going to buy everyone earplugs!” Meredith’s indignant and yet amused judgemental voice follows us as we head downstairs.

Grinning from ear to ear, I stick my hand up in the air and throw my sister a thumbs up. “Great! Send me the bill!” But before I can hear the response, I find myself locked in the same tiny cabin. All my grinding has paid off.