Summary: On Owen’s last night in New York, he and Allie have some firsts.
Note: Set after Across the Miles.
Owen’s last night in New York is different from all the other times they’ve been together. It’s not a bad different, Allie thinks to herself as they stroll hand in hand through Central Park after dinner. There’s just something more, something charged in the air, desire and longing and a pleasant tension that tells her neither of them wants to wait any longer.
She wants him, both in the most raw, physical sense, and in the deeper, committed, in-this-for-the-long-haul sense. When they walk out of the park and get a cab to her apartment, Allie takes a deep breath to steady her rapidly growing nerves, and asks Owen if he wants to come up.
His eyes darken, and he squeezes her hand, reading her meaning.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” she answers, a little amazed at how calm she sounds when her heart is racing.
She manages to get them in the building, up the elevator, and to her door before her hand starts shaking slightly when she goes to unlock it. Owen steadies her elbow, his breath warm on the back of her neck.
“Allie,” he murmurs. “Hey. I don’t have to come in.”
“I asked you to,” she answers shakily, finally getting the door unlocked and open.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind,” he points out.
“It’s not that,” she promises, turning a light on.
She shuts and locks the door and sets her keys down, and the loud metallic clank makes her jump. He follows her lead when she toes her shoes off.
“…I’m…I don’t even know,” Allie admits with a quiet laugh, glancing up at him.
His eyes are warm and dark, his hands gentle as he takes hers. “It’s just me, Al. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to.”
“I do want it to,” she sighs, leaning into him. “It’s just…I haven’t felt this way about someone in…a long time.”
“Neither have I,” Owen says, letting go of her hands and bringing his arms around her waist. “I like you, a lot. But I didn’t come here for this. I just wanted to see you.”
“So you don’t want this?” Allie asks.
Her voice is still a little shaky, but gently teasing him helps calm her nerves.
Owen laughs quietly. “I didn’t say that. But we can just watch a movie. Hang out.”
Allie shakes her head slowly, tilting her chin up. She glides her hands up his chest and loops her arms around his neck. “I want to be with you,” she whispers.
She sighs when he leans down and kisses her, his stubble scratching pleasantly against her skin, his lips gentle at first, then harder when she presses closer to him. Owen lifts her easily, his hands gripping under her thighs as she breathlessly guides him to her bedroom.
She’s nervous all over again when he sets her down and she starts unbuttoning his shirt, taking shallow breaths as she pushes it over his shoulders. His skin is warm under her fingertips, his muscles solid under her touch, and she can feel his heart pounding when she presses her palm to his chest. Hers, she’s sure, is beating out the same rhythm. Owen covers her hand with his, squeezing gently.
“It’s just me,” he murmurs again. “Just us.”
He releases her hand and trails his fingertips down her sides and under the hem of her shirt.
“Oh,” she sighs when his hands finally touch her bare skin.
It feels better than she even imagined, having him touch her and knowing that this time, they aren’t going to stop. She pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it next to them. Owen stares at her, and then his eyes follow the movements of his fingers down her arms, over her stomach, and tracing along her waistband. His touch is light and makes her skin tingle. Allie exhales quietly when he kneels, his lips brushing across her stomach while he slides the zipper down on her jeans.
She undoes the button and slips them and her socks off, flushing when Owen rises slowly and stares at her again. Allie reaches for him, touching her hands to his bare skin and murmuring his name.
“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re just…even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“You’ve thought about me like this?” she asks, pressing her lips to his chest and trailing her hands down.
His belt buckle clanks quietly as she undoes it.
“…yes,” he admits, tilting her chin up and nipping at her lower lip.
She’s thought about him too, she tells him in a quiet voice. Her fingers rove over the lines of his muscles and through the dusting of hair across his chest. Owen sucks in a breath when she traces along his hips, his eyes closing briefly. They push his pants down and off, fingers tangling together. He toes his socks off and groans when she cups him over his boxer-briefs.
She flushes with arousal when she feels him harden under her touch, and at the way he grips her hips. Allie rises on her toes, looping her arms around his neck, and kisses him deeply.
“I want you,” she says, her voice soft but sure.
“I’m here,” he murmurs back. “I’m right here.”
Those words hold so much weight and meaning that it makes her tremble.
“You okay?” Owen asks in concern, tilting his head down to meet her eyes.
She smiles softly and hums a reassurance. “I am.”
Allie trails her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, feeling his muscles quiver, laughing quietly when he occasionally squirms and laughs with her, then kneels, her lips and her fingertips brushing over his thigh.
“Al,” he says, his voice husky. “You don’t have to.”
“Mm,” she murmurs, glancing up to find his eyes impossibly dark and his lips slightly parted. “I want to.”
His fingers bury in her hair when she pulls his boxer-briefs down, his head dropping forward when she takes his hardened length into her mouth. The quiet noises he makes and the way she can feel him fighting not to thrust into her turn her on even more, and she whimpers low in her throat.
“Allie,” he moans.
She likes the way her name sounds on his lips, the way his fingers tighten in her hair. She sucks harder, flattening her tongue, and Owen jerks against her. He grunts something unintelligible, breathing hard, then pulls her up.
He kisses her hungrily, a little desperately, his fingers deftly undoing her bra clasp and tossing it aside.
“Owen,” she groans, his lips and his teeth teasing over her collarbones and breasts until she’s squirming restlessly.
She threads her hands into his hair as he kisses his way down, sucking in shaky breaths when he gets her underwear off. He glances up and then stands, pressing his lips to hers.
“Allie…” he murmurs against her mouth.
“Yes. Please,” she nearly begs.
His breath hitches, and he walks her backwards to the bed, lifting her into it. He props himself up over her, groaning when she runs her hands down his back and arches into him. She’s almost shaking when he finally moves down in the bed, and can’t help the way she moans when his fingers glide over her center. Her hands clench into the sheets when he kisses along her thighs, then bury in his hair when he traces his tongue over her.
Her hips rock in time with his movements, her breathing becoming ragged at the flutter of his tongue over her sensitive skin. She jerks against him, shaking a little, when he flicks his tongue inside her.
“Oh,” she moans.
His stubble scrapes teasingly along her skin, and that and the way he curls his tongue and touches her and the fact that it’s Owen makes her come undone with a gasping sob.
She’s dazedly aware of him kissing his way back up to her mouth as she sinks into the bed. Allie sighs, running her fingers through his hair and cupping his face in her other hand. She smiles softly when she opens her eyes, finding his dark and glittering and watching her.
Owen brushes his nose over hers and kisses her again. When she brings her legs around his waist, he groans and thrusts instinctively against her.
“You have no idea what you do to me. I’ve…god, I’ve never wanted anyone this badly,” he confesses.
“I want you too. So much,” she murmurs.
He groans again at her words, at the way she slips her hand down and runs it over him. He eases into her, dropping his forehead to hers when she flexes her fingers into his shoulders and sucks in a breath as he stretches her.
“Okay?” he whispers, stilling his movements.
“Yes,” she whispers back after a moment, relaxing her hands and gliding them down his back. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
Her legs tighten around him as they move together. Owen buries his face against her, kissing her neck.
“God, Al. You feel so good,” he murmurs.
His words make her sink her teeth into his shoulder. He thrusts into her harder, tilting his hips, and Allie sucks in a breath as the angle makes him hit her just right.
“Yes. Oh,” she breathes out. “Owen!”
Owen lifts his head when she gasps his name, seeking her lips with his and kissing her messily, unrestrained and hungry and making her arch up into him again and again. Her fingers dig into his back when she comes with a moan, the clenching of her muscles making him come right after her.
Allie likes the way he groans her name and drops against her, likes his weight pressing her into the bed. She likes running her fingers through his hair and the gentle press of his lips against her chest as their breathing slows.
Owen moves to the side after a few minutes, and she rolls so they’re lying facing each other. He kisses her deeply, wrapping his hand into her hair. She’s so unbelievably happy and sated, and sighs and burrows against his chest. He laughs quietly, tucking her in close.
When she leans back after a minute, he runs his thumb over her cheekbone, his brow furrowing slightly at her expression.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“You,” she answers honestly.
“I’m hoping good things, since you’re still in bed with me.”
Allie smiles, poking his shoulder. “Yes, good things. I’m just…really happy, being here with you.”
“Mm,” he rumbles. “I’m happy too. I like being with you.”
She finds herself wishing, yet again, that New York and L.A. weren’t so far apart. She’s not quite ready for him to leave tomorrow.
“I have a favor to ask,” Owen says suddenly.
Allie lifts her head up, smirking a little and raising an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He laughs and says, “Allie. Not the kind of favor you’re thinking of,” which makes her grin.
“I have a work function in a couple weeks,” Owen explains. “A dinner, for our new clients. I was wondering if you’d come with me?”
“A work function? Is this a date?” Allie asks him teasingly.
“God, no. I’d take you on a real date. You’d be saving me from complete boredom, though. And the catering company they’ve hired is one of the best in L.A.”
“Hmm. I could probably be persuaded,” Allie says, leaning closer and pressing her lips to his.
Owen runs his fingers through her hair. “Probably?”
“Will you be wearing a suit?” Allie asks.
“It is black tie,” he confirms.
“So great food, you in a suit…” she murmurs with a smile, trailing off. “I think I can make that work.”
“All about the food, huh?” he teases her.
“And you in a suit,” Allie reminds him.
Owen smiles and she settles back against his chest, idly running her fingers over his skin. She feels herself drifting off, stirring when Owen whispers, “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” she murmurs sleepily. “Stay?”
“Yes,” he answers quietly.
His lips brush over her forehead as she falls asleep, his arms wrapped around her. When she wakes suddenly in the middle of the night, he’s still holding on to her, and for once, she falls right back to sleep.