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Monica wouldn't say she's really that interested in Amelia - she hardly knows her if she's being honest - and, thankfully, the hospital is huge enough that they aren't made to go through or endure too many awkward interactions of clumsy sidesteps in crowded hallways or accidental collisions on staircases when rushing through to get to a 911 page.
Or it should be huge enough, in theory, because actually for the past week and a half, Monica hasn't been able to escape her. Everywhere she's looked, Amelia has been there. It's seriously embarrassing that whenever she enters a room the first thing she looks for is the familiar doctors coat with the small italicised, DR Shepherd embellished in navy thread, standing out against the white fabric.
She feels like a pathetic middle schooler with a crush, unable to keep her eyes from wandering to Amelia when they're working a case together, or sneaking a glance into the MRI room and being extra cautious when she walks past on the off chance that Amelia is in there, checking results of brain scans.
(Once, she had stupidly forgot to check as she walked by and Amelia had called her name, just to talk to her, and Monica had actually flinched, smacking her head off of the strong door frame. It was mortifying as immediately Amelia had quickly jumped up from her seat and asked Monica if she thought she could be concussed. Honestly, Monica wishes she had been. At least then she wouldn't have to remember it.)
Ever since Amelia asked her out, and Monica had been forced to uncomfortably decline because of the messy situation with her ex-wife - if messy meant Adriana's downright refusal to sign the papers, then yeah it was messy - things had been somewhat strained between them.
Tense.
Instead of the lighthearted teasing that would usually occupy the scrub rooms, or lingering wide-eyed gazes from above surgical masks- a certain shining glint in their eyes, and a spark that promised more than just a newfound friendship, and said far more than words could ever say -, it was short-lived conversations and clenched jaws as they passed each other a scalpel or two in the brightly lit OR's.
Monica's main issue though, is that she kind of is actually that interested in Amelia, and she doesn't know how the hell to approach the topic without it being completely unexpected. Especially considering that she had been the one to reject the offer in the first place. What if Amelia turned her down? Then she would have to leave Seattle entirely and die in a ditch somewhere.
No joke.
So she chooses the smart path to go down.
Whenever Amelia tries to talk to her, outside of a patient's case or small talk as they pass by each other, she runs away. Probably not the best move, but it's the only option she has, otherwise she's pretty damn sure that she'll just blurt out a date invite to her face.
Even Winston has managed to notice their lack of interaction and the only thing he has been focused on recently is badly trying to convince Monica to go on a date with him.
(Not happening.)
Today is another one of those days, Monica's been working on a few charts in the Attending's Lounge when there's a short rapt of knuckles on the door. Kind of an odd move considering the door is already propped open, but she hums her agreement anyway.
"Yeah?" She murmurs, tired and voice hoarse from hours of playing pretend games with her patients, the cutest little kids ever, and doing the most embarrassing things to make them laugh. Seeing such tiny little babies in pain is the worst part of her job, but getting to be the one to make them smile makes it worth it.
Even if that means roaring like a goddamn dinosaur in front of her interns and most of her colleagues who watch through the glass of the patient rooms.
"Hey, I've been looking for you!" Winston smiles as he wanders in, shrugging his coat off and throwing it onto the empty chair to Monica's left. He looks so happy, perfect teeth on display as he grins and she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a sigh.
"Sorry, I really needed to get these done so I've been hiding out in here."
It's not that she hates him, genuinely, she doesn't. It's just that she's not looking for anything serious - not with him at least. What they had was a one night hookup, and she'd really appreciate if it would stay that way. She's still trying to deal with her difficult, extremely stubborn almost ex-wife, and that night at the bar was a mistake in her eyes.
Winston clearly doesn't feel the same way.
"You okay?" The care in his voice just makes Monica feel worse. He's a really good guy, for someone else and she doesn't want to hurt his feelings but she knows that she needs to reject him before things go too far - as kindly as possible, of course.
"Long day, nothing out of the ordinary." Monica nods as she still doesn't spare a glance up from her charts, subconsciously pressing the pen a little further into the paper, grazing the jagged surface of the table beneath it.
Winston hums, standing a little awkwardly as he shifts his weight, building up to say something to fill the uneasy silence.
"Well, I just finished my shift so I was thinking maybe we could head to Joe's? Grab you a drink after all those charts?" He sounds hopeful, and Monica winces as she sits up straight. She drops her pen, watching it rattle and roll around on the the paper before she decides to just bite the bullet.
"Winston, uh, look you're a great guy and all, but I'm just not really looking for a relationship right now, you know? The divorce still isn't finalised and-" She cuts herself off with an apologetic, tight lipped smile.
His face drops but he quickly recovers it, shaking his head and shrugging faux nonchalantly. "Oh, yeah no, don't worry about it. All good here." He reaches for his coat, pulling it back on at lightning speed and gesturing to the door. "I've actually just realised I've got something to do so, see you tomorrow?"
Monica nods, waving at him as he rushes out of the lounge.
So much for not making it awkward.
She drops her head into her hands as she rests her elbows on the table, huffing as she realises she literally has a surgery scheduled with him tomorrow afternoon. A coronary artery bypass graft on a nine year old. It's a tedious one, and she really doesn't want to be boxed in with him for a few hours, especially not with the life of a little girl in their hands.
Great.
Then her mind drifts to other things, better things. Like a certain dark haired surgeon, with the biggest and clearest blue eyes she's ever seen.
Amelia.
She saw her in the elevator earlier, actually, with the cutest little blond boy cradled in her arms, babbling about something Monica couldn't really decipher but it made her smile anyway. She didn't want to interrupt so she didn't say anything but she did watch in awe as the elevator started up.
She gathered it was Amelia's son, Scout, and a warm flutter started in Monica's stomach as she saw her kiss his head and hug him tightly. Amelia anyway is extremely attractive, no matter what she's doing, but seeing her in such a domestic way, so carefree and soft, it had sent Monica's heart thrumming into a frenzy.
Even as she thinks back on it now, a light pink dusts her cheeks and she can't fight the grin that works its way onto her face. God, she actually doesn't know how she's gonna deal with being on more cases with her.
With a soft hum, Monica concentrates her focus back onto the seemingly never-ending charts, wanting to finish up before it gets too late, and her time on the parking metre runs out. Except, as she starts to think of parking, she thinks of the day that Amelia had taken her spot, the day they first met.
Fuck, everything's beginning to remind her of Amelia now, and she wishes she could hate it.
She won't though.
Monica sighs as she puts pen to paper.
Monica doesn't know whether it's been ten minutes, or hours but it's beginning to drag on and she can hardly keep her eyes open. She only has one more chart to go, and the majority of it has thankfully been filled in by Adams when he was on her service today, but she still doesn't want to do it.
She's not at all religious, nor is she planning to convert any time soon but she's contemplating praying to any higher power above to grant her a miracle and get her out of this stuffy hospital. It's nearing ten thirty, and the whole place is eerily quiet, apart from the beeping of machines or the whirring of the air conditioning overhead.
On the PEDS ward, it's loud pretty much 24/7. Kids moving slowly from room to room to play together, even through the sickness or pain they just wanna have fun or make some new friends, and it's adorably sad.
Nowhere else in the entire hospital has as much light or joy and Monica knows it, so sitting in a dark lounge alone whilst the lights are out and all the other patients sleep easily is foreign to her. Whenever she's finishing her last rounds usually on her ward, it takes an extra half an hour just to sort out all of their night-lights and quieten down their giggles.
Monica huffs as she tries to stop distracting herself but she can't help it. She drops her head onto the table with an exasperated groan, then pulls back as a throb of pain violently rocks it's way through her temple.
"Ouch." She'd recognise that raspy voice anywhere, which is actually embarrassing as she's not known Amelia for long, and she quickly straightens up. Looking over at the doorway where, yep, Amelia is standing. A small smile on her face and her dimples on show, as she leans against the frame of the door. She's not in scrubs but black slacks with thin, barely visible white stripes on them and a fitted light grey sweater.
She looks so good, it fries Monica's brain a little.
Maybe she should start believing in a higher power, because miracles clearly do happen, if Amelia's somehow appeared.
The one thing she was wishing for, but hadn't said aloud.
"Shepherd, hey." It's so lame and she berates herself mentally for it, but her head is still aching and she's exhausted so she gives herself a small pass. "What're you still doing here?"
Amelia takes that as an invitation to come in apparently, and she takes her jacket off of where it's resting over her forearm. Monica's expecting her to do what Winston had, throw it on the empty chair to her left but no. Instead, Amelia drops it onto the free spot of the table where charts aren't spread out, and takes a seat in the chair herself.
Their knees knock beneath the table, goosebumps run along Monica's arms, and her breath hitches.
"I was meant to be having Scout tonight but Link had a hard case and asked if he could take him so, it's just me now. Then I was gonna head home early but by the time I got halfway to my car, I remembered I forgot my jacket and had to come all the way back up." Amelia says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "And that's when I saw the light was on in here so," She shrugs as she gestures towards Monica from the other side of the table.
"So you're all alone? Adams isn't coming home with you?" Monica asks quietly, eyebrows furrowed in thought. It was only recently that she had found out that he was Amelia's nephew because of a run in at a couple weeks back at the nurses station, where Adams had taken Amelia's keys and left her there.
She had even offered her a ride, if you ignore the part where Amelia didn't take her up on it.
"He's apparently too busy with his girlfriend at the Intern house." She smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest, biceps tensing a little. It's a subtle flex but Monica is only human after all, and she's helpless to the way her eyes drift.
Monica chuckles softly, pretty much everyone in the hospital is aware of Adams and Griffith's relationship since they don't exactly keep things well hidden, so that's not a surprise but then she quirks her eyebrow. "Did you just say, 'the Intern house'?"
Amelia grins. "Yeah? You don't know about that?"
The confused look on Monica's face must say it all and Amelia laughs as she begins to explain some of the history behind the house.
By the end of it, Monica's far more lost than she was at the beginning but she hums in agreement anyway. "So wait, Grey used to own it, and now it's basically just a frat house for the new interns to stay at?
Amelia takes a second, realises that Monica's got a pretty valid point, then laughs with her. "Pretty much. I would try to deny the frat accusations, but as someone who used to live there at the same time as Alex Karev, it really was."
Monica grins as she thinks of how easy it is to talk to Amelia, even when they've been keeping their distance from each other for the past few days. "I would've never been able to do that, my intern year was a total goddamn mess."
"Really? I never would've guessed." Amelia deadpans and Monica quickly gets her back for the jab by kicking her foot out, sending her knee knocking into Amelia's. Their eyes meet and Monica's pretty sure her blood pressure has risen to an unsafe level. So she looks away, averts her gaze to something safer, the charts haphazardly spread all over the table.
Amelia is so intoxicating, and Monica just can't get enough.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're stubborn, for one, and two well, you're good at getting on people's nerves."
Monica would be offended, really she should be but the fond look in Amelia's eyes, and the way her voice has softened makes it pretty impossible to not agree. "When have I ever been stubborn?"
Amelia's jaw drops. "You're joking, right?" When Monica doesn't say anything, she breaks into short little bursts of laughter. It goes on for a little while and she has to clasp her hand over her mouth to stop it, not wanting to fully laugh in Monica's face.
"I'm sorry but, are you serious?" She grins as she tries to catch her breath. "Do you not remember the day we first met? You literally were so petty, all day because of a parking space."
Monica blushes a little as she rolls her eyes. "In my defence, I was waiting for that spot!"
Quietly, Amelia scoffs, uncrossing her arms and stretching. The flex of her shoulders and upper arms is like a magnet to Monica's wanting gaze and she locks onto the view. Noticing just how strong Amelia is.
Understandably, in her own opinion, Monica zones out. Still staring at the gorgeous woman across the table from her.
"Monica?"
She quickly snaps back to reality, looking back up at Amelia's face. She's glowing, even though it's almost midnight, and she's no doubt worked on the longest, most strenuous cases today.
"Sorry, I'm pretty damn tired. PEDS is amazing, honestly, but they're so hyper sometimes." It's not an actual lie, so she's fine with playing it off as an excuse.
Amelia can agree to that one. "No, no trust me, I get it. I love Scout with my whole heart but God he can really push my buttons when he has his mind set on it." The joy on her face whenever she mentions her little boy is so endearing to Monica, and it's obvious that she was really meant to be a mom. The glimmer in her eyes solidifies it.
"Either way, he's adorable, definitely got your looks, that's for sure." Monica says offhandedly, not thinking about it too much. He really is the cutest little dude.
It isn’t until she sees the small smirk on Amelia’s face, that she realises she just accidentally implied that she finds Amelia attractive.
"Not that I think you're good-looking or -" Amelia's brows furrow and she goes to say something, causing Monica to backtrack. "Wait that came out wrong, you are pretty, like very attractive. And Link's a handsome guy and all, but Scout's your twin, he has your eyes and everything. The blue's like exactly the same."
Once Monica finally stops talking and has a chance to catch her breath, Amelia's beaming proudly. Those goddamn dimples again.
"Rant over?" She teases and Monica glares at her as she coughs, clearing her throat. "I'm kidding Monica, thank you." Amelia says kindly as she reaches her hand out and places it on the side of Monica's arm, just about reaching her shoulder. The contact is gentle, and homey and Monica never ever wants her to let go.
The middle schooler crush feeling returns in full force. Butterflies and everything swarm in her stomach. The hold Amelia has on her is instrumental, and she realises she was a fool for ever thinking that she could ignore her completely.
"It's not a big deal, you made him, I'm just stating the facts. He's one of, if not the cutest, kids that I've ever seen, and I see minimum five of the little ones a day. From a PEDS doctor, it's high praise. So you should be pretty proud of yourself, Shepherd."
"I'll make sure to tell him." Amelia mock salutes with one hand as the other releases Monica's shoulder so she can she grab her bag and pull her coat on. The loss of contact makes Monica feel cold, like all the warmth in the world has been vacuumed away the second that Amelia isn't touching her anymore.
"You uh, heading out now?" She tries to keep the disappointment out of her tone as she asks, leaning forward a little so they can still make eye contact whilst Amelia gets herself ready to brave the cold outside.
"Hmm, It's getting pretty late, and I have to take Scout to daycare tomorrow so I really should be getting back. Shit, and I need to feed Grandpaw."
Monica has honestly forgotten that she's even meant to be finishing her final chart, so she slides it from the other end of the table and hastily fills in the last couple sections before folding it closed and pushing the pile of newly finished papers into the depths of her bag. Amelia's looking at her like she's crazy.
"I mean, I just finished my last chart so if you want me to walk out with you I can. It's not a problem." She shrugs as she stands too, squirming into her hoodie despite the fact that she's still wearing her crumpled scrubs, and also ignoring the fact that Amelia didn't even ask her to walk her out.
It's silent for a second, but then without missing another beat, Amelia's nodding and walking towards the door with a gentle smile, one that's starting to feel really familiar, "I'd like that."
Monica hums, breath hitching and getting caught in her throat a little as she scurries forward to catch up with her, flicking the light off and pulling the door to a quiet close behind her.
"Wait, did you say Grandpaw?"
The elevator ride is easy, a comfortable air surrounds them as Amelia gives Monica the rundown of how she stumbled upon Grandpaw and why. She finds it very amusing, and on brand, for Amelia to have named her cat that, and it feels as if they've been talking for their whole lives when they reach the giant metal doors to leave the hospital.
Except, it's absolutely pouring with rain, and just in Amelia's luck, she didn't bring an umbrella.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Monica winces as looks out at the desolate parking lot, the heavy droplets of rain hammering down, pattering harshly against the blurry window panes. Monica speaks gently.
"Where's your car parked?"
Amelia rolls her eyes as she realises her car is on the complete other side of the lot, at least a five minute walk from the hospital's entrance. If she does brave the rain, and takes the time to walk around, she'll no doubt end up drenched head to toe.
"Around back." She murmurs as she gestures with her thumb, semi-accurately.
For a minute, Monica chews on her lip before talking again. "Do you wanna take my umbrella? My car's parked a lot closer so it's not a big deal." As she says this, she points to a dark, argent car, sure enough right by the entrance. The one that Amelia vaguely recognises from the day they met.
"No, no I'm fine, then you'd get wet without it. I'll be okay, I'll just call a taxi or something." Amelia shrugs her offer off kindly, not wanting to be a burden. But warmth spins in her stomach as she contemplates Monica's help, it's really kind of her to do.
Calmly, Monica tries again. "Please, just take it, okay?" A little hint of desperation seeps into her voice, like she can't bear the idea of Amelia being uncomfortable or getting sick in the cold and it's really adorable when Amelia thinks about it in too much detail.
She thinks the idea over a few more seconds before sighing lowly. "I couldn't do that."
They both look out over the parking lot, the rain has only gotten worse, huge puddles of murky water lay in the divots of the cement, covering all the white lines sprayed in paint onto the ground.
She really hates the idea of Amelia going out alone in that weather, so she changes her approach. "Then come with me to my car, and I'll give you a ride back."
Amelia goes to decline again, but she stops halfway before she can get all the words out. "Monica…"
She shakes her head, wanting to make a point. "I'm serious, you could get sick, and then Scout could get a cold meaning you'd have to take a lot of time off of work. And your car will still be here tomorrow anyway, so that doesn't matter. Just come with me and I'll give you a ride." She pauses before adding quietly. "Please, Amelia."
The way she says her name, the ease of it and how she gets softer as she speaks, sends pangs of something to Amelia's brain.
Nothing feels a lot more like everything right now.
And because of that she does something for herself for once, and she says, "Okay, yeah."
Monica's heart stops. Okay, not actually, because she is a highly trained doctor and she knows she isn't actually flat-lining, but it sure as hell feels like it. "What?"
"I said yeah, as long as you're completely sure that it's not taking you out of your way or anything like that."
"No, no it's not far from me at all." Monica doesn't think a little white lie has ever hurt anyone, and her house is only a good thirty minutes away so she wouldn't really count it as 'out of her way'.
Amelia nods, smiling as she looks out at the door, then back at the woman smiling dumbly by her side. "Are you gonna grab your umbrella then or?"
Monica looks down, blushing awkwardly as she reaches into her bag and pulls it out, passing it over to Amelia as she herself reaches for the door handle and pushes it open. A gust of surprisingly cold wind attacks them, messing Amelia's hair a little, sending unruly black strands in all different directions.
"Uh, you got a little-" Monica whispers as she delicately leans forward and sorts it out, tucking the shorter front pieces behind her ears and from out of her eyes, so she can actually see again, those cerulean eyes visible once more.
"Sorry, thanks."
Monica shrugs it off as she quickly pulls her hand back, allowing Amelia space to put the umbrella up and shifting to stand beneath it with her. Then they start to walk together to the car. It's a little hard with their height difference, but they manage to make it work and they're pretty much fully shielded from the rain, apart from the tiny part of Monica's neck that's getting hit by stray rain droplets.
She doesn't mind though, for Amelia it's worth it.
Once they reach the car, Monica opens the rusty passenger side door and ushers Amelia in with a wide smile before shutting it and walking around to the drivers side door. She shakes off the umbrella, wipes her face with her sleeve to dry any still remaining beads of water before climbing in and throwing the umbrella into the backseat.
Amelia watches in silence, putting her seatbelt on as Monica starts the car up, and begins to reverse out of the parking space, arm flung over the back of her seat so she can get a better view.
For the most part, they drive to the sound of the radio, gentle blues music wafting out of the speakers and they don't break it, except for the gentle hum of Amelia singing along, and Monica tapping the steering wheel to the beat.
"Didn't take you to be a blues listener, Shepherd."
Amelia chuckles as she shrugs, looking over at Monica fondly. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"What if I said I wanted to find out?"
"I'd say that's a pretty stupid idea, there's a lot of baggage that comes with me."
Monica shakes her head, quickly disagreeing. "I'm serious, I wanna know you for you. Not Derek Shepherd's sister, or the Head of Neurosurgery, I wanna know the Amelia Shepherd that I'm sitting with right now. The one who has the most adorable kid, and adopted an old cat because no one else wanted him. That's the Amelia I'm interested in, okay?"
It's a lot deeper than Amelia was expecting her to go, a lot more meaningful when they haven't even been friends for long, but Monica knows what she wants, and that's Amelia, so she says it unashamedly.
Monica looks away, focusing back on the road, and the move of the windshield wipers, and Amelia nods slowly. "I think I'd like that."
They lock eyes for a second when Monica stops for a red light, and Amelia's flashing her a bright polite smile, so she keeps driving forward. They only really speak when Amelia tells her to take a right, or keep going straight, until they reach her house and Monica pulls the car to a slow stop.
The rain has only gotten worse, so she reaches for the umbrella and unbuckles her seatbelt so she can get out of the car, slamming the drivers side door shut. She walks around and opens the door, adjusting the umbrella to keep herself semi dry as she helps Amelia out, making sure she is fully covered by it too.
"Never took you for such a gentleman, Beltran." She teases, earning a laugh as she walks them up to her doorway, reaching for her keys and shoving them into the old door with some force so it'll open. Once it does, she wipes her feet on the doormat and steps inside, flicking the light on and staying there, staring at Monica who's still on the porch.
"Well, thanks for the ride, you really didn't have to do all of that just for me."
"Not a big deal, just helping a friend out, and I'm sure you'd have done the same for me."
Amelia nods, looking up into Monica's comforting brown eyes before her gaze flits down to her lips. "So uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, after my surgery with Ndugu, I think I have a patient scheduled for a Neuro consult."
Amelia smiles, stepping back to go to shut the door but she stops herself, watching as Monica spins on her heels and begins to descend the stairs. She has to actually fight to stop herself from looking back over her shoulder to see if Amelia is still staring.
She is.
Once Monica reaches the side of her car, she goes to get in except something stops her. She looks up to see that Amelia's shut the door, so she does the reasonable thing that runs through her mind.
She throws the wet umbrella into the backseat, before slamming the door shut and running up onto Amelia's porch. She's soaked, water streams down her chin from her scalp and her damp scrubs stick to her skin. Every time she moves, water puddles squelch beneath her feet and ice cold droplets drip down her neck.
But none of that matters.
With a few deep breaths that sends visible puffs into the cold air, Monica knocks on the door. Three well timed taps and Amelia's back in her line of sight again.
"Yeah-" She cuts herself off as she blinks away the exhaustion and recognises the woman standing before her. "What the hell? Monica what are you doing here? And you're soaked."
Monica just shakes her head, putting a hand out to gesture Amelia to stop talking. "Amelia, take a minute, please. Just listen, okay?" She's a little frantic, her lips are turning blue and wet strands of auburn hair are sticking to her temples so she knows she looks a mess but she really needs to get this out.
Amelia sighs but relents, eyes locked on her face.
"Can I take you on a date?"
Seven words that Amelia's been wishing to hear for weeks.
"Wait, please just hear me out." She's hardly taking breaths between speaking because she needs Amelia to listen, really listen to what she's saying. "Amelia, you're amazing. And I know it sounds like I'm just saying that but I'm being honest, you're strong and brave and smart, and no matter what happens you do what you think is right for your patients. I'm sorry for saying no before, it's just my ex-wife is extremely difficult and even more stubborn than I am if you can believe it but,"
Amelia looks shocked, but she doesn't look like she's going to say no, so Monica continues her rant. "I don't want to live my life waiting for her to make a choice, I want to live my life getting to know you, right here, right now. And you're looking at me like I'm crazy, so just say something, anything please?"
Before Amelia can over think her next move, she reaches out, cupping Monica's moist cheek with her hand, running her thumb along the gentle curve of her jaw and closing the distance between them, so close that they're almost touching. She whispers quietly against soft lips, "Just kiss me."
And Monica may be a pathetic woman with a crush, but she's not stupid enough to let a chance like this go to waste, so she does.
Amelia's hand tangles in Monica's wet hair, pulling her closer as they stumble back a little. The rain coming down becomes a cold curtain around them, forcing the world into a hazy watercolour painting of dim porch lights and cars speeding by, but none of that ruins it.
The moment is actually pretty perfect, Amelia tastes of mint and her expensive perfume permeates everything. Monica's lips are cold to the touch, and she's sure she smells of rainwater but with the way Amelia is yanking her closer by her waist, it's safe to say she doesn't care all too much about it.
Seconds later, Monica pulls away to catch her breath with a nervous smile, looking down at Amelia who's wearing a matching one. "So, I'm hoping that's a yes, Shepherd?
Amelia smacks her shoulder playfully as she scoffs, still on her tiptoes. "I'd assume so after that kiss."
Monica's cheeks are pink, maybe a little from the cold but Amelia wants to think it's from the moment they just shared, and she smirks. "Tomorrow, after work, do you wanna grab a coffee then? Just talk a little, you can tell me all that stuff I wanna know about you."
Instantaneously, Amelia's humming, and then she glances down at both of their soaked clothes with a soft laugh. "You should get home, you've got a big day tomorrow, and an awesome date to prepare for."
Monica nods with a disappointed huff. "You're right." But she doesn't make any moves to leave and so Amelia pushes her carefully.
"Beltran, get going. You can't run on no sleep, no matter how stubborn you may be." She taunts as Monica starts to walk away.
"Fine but can I ask just one more thing?" Amelia's eyebrows furrow in that cute way that Monica has noticed she does often, like when she's trying to figure out an alternate approach to a surgery and she agrees.
"Kiss for the road?"
Amelia smirks and leans in, but swerves at the least minute, landing a soft kiss on her icy cold cheek. "We already broke one rule by kissing before the first date, so you're gonna have to wait till tomorrow evening." She shrugs at Monica's disbelief, and laughs as she starts to retreat back inside.
Monica sighs as she walks down, gets back into her car and rolls the window down to shout, "Goodnight, Amelia."
Amelia grins from her spot on the doorstep, and does a cute little wave, "Night, get home safe."
Once the vehicle finally disappears from her eye-line, Amelia gets back inside and closes the door, leaning against it when it clicks shut. She smiles as she tastes Monica's vanilla lipgloss, and she remembers the feel of her hands on her neck.
Before she heads to bed, she shoots a quick text to Meredith.
Mer <3
Call me tomorrow morning, not to jinx it, but I think I might've found the one.