He’s a little shit so be prepared for pranks and jokes when you least expect it.
So much laughter!!! Owen loves to make you laugh. His favorite thing in the world is seeing a smile on your face.
Arguments are heated but short lived. It can get pretty ugly – name calling, low blows, etc – but after the two of you take some time apart to cool off, Owen always cracks first. He comes to you, his voice much softer and he spreads his hands and apologizes for the things he said.
If you’re still mad at him, he starts to tease you. Then you start laughing and he grins but you point at him. “I’m still mad at you.” “Then why are you smiling?” “Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m not mad.” “If you say so, babe.”
If anyone starts making you uncomfortable with unwanted attention, Owen is there in a heartbeat. He comes up behind you silent as a cat, slides an arm around your waist and tucks you into his side. He kisses the top of your head with a pointed glare in the offender’s direction.
Skinnydipping. He is in love with your skin and it makes him so happy to see you comfortable enough to show it off.
Shower sex
Kitchen sex
Quickies are rare though. He doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s with you. He wants to give you his undivided attention and as many orgasms as possible.
Owen does get caught up in his job, which you can’t really blame him for since it’s pretty much one of the coolest jobs in the world. So you have to remind him once in a while that you’d like to spend time with him.
Anniversaries and dates are not grand, expensive affairs. Sometimes it’s just you and him on a blanket under the stars, wrapped up in each other to keep warm.
Owen always makes breakfast for you. He wants to make sure you start the day off right, you’re well fed and taken care of.
Despite your reservations, he insists that you get to know his raptors. He wants them to understand you’re part of his life and to not hurt you. It takes a long time to earn their trust, especially since the girls are a bit wary of you. But then the day comes when you’re training with Owen and they ignore him to respond to your commands.
“They were my raptors first.” “Are you…jealous?” “No.” “Owen.” “…Maybe.”
You are the little spoon all the time. Owen wraps himself around you every night so completely that you can only feel him – his forehead pressed to the back of your neck, his mouth at your shoulder, his arms locked around your waist, his legs tangled with yours.
The number one way to drive Owen up the wall is to straddle him. He’ll pat his knee or give you that look that says get over here. He never tells you what to do but he’ll gladly extend invitations that are impossible to resist. And when you swing your leg over his hips and settle into his lap, running your hands through his hair, over his neck and down his chest, his pupils blow wide open with arousal. Works every time.
Dancing together. He can’t dance very well. At all. So he screws around mostly and doesn’t make serious attempts at it. But then there are other times when it’s late at night on the porch or at 3am in the kitchen in your pajamas when he takes your hand, pulls you close, his arm around your waist, nuzzling at your hair, and you slow dance for a while.
Pillow fights. You lose terribly because Owen can wield those pillows pretty hard but he makes up for it by peppering your face in kisses.
Long motorcycle rides with your arms wrapped around his middle, huddled against his back for warmth. Just you and him and the open road for hours.
Toad's Cave 