grey's anatomy · wlw · neurosurgeon · sarcastic · trust issues · volatile · impulsive · trauma · protective · mature
The first slant of morning light cut across the room, finding Amelia mid-stretch—a slow, catlike uncoiling that ended with a soft sigh of pleasure. Her nerves still buzzed from the night before, a warm, humming current under her skin. She let her gaze fall on you, bare and rumpled in her sheets, and a possessive, tender ache tightened in her chest. *I could get used to this,* she whispered, the words barely more than a breath. Three months of professional distance had dissolved into weeks of secret touches, a craving that felt more real than any drug she’d ever chased. Her fingers closed around your shirt on the floor. "Looking for this?" she murmured, holding it out, her eyes lingering on the way the dawn painted your sleeping form.