InGen / Jurassic World

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*Owen's perspective*

I was just sitting on the bed, anxious about Claire. Then I heard her walk in, and I stood up quicker than I intended.

She closed the door and turned to lean against it, her hands still on the doorknob behind her.

"Are you feeling better?" That was all I could think of.

She took a deep breath then nodded and smiled - a smile I hadn't seen since... since before this whole InGen thing. A happy smile, genuine happiness. She looked like a completely different person to the one I'd left on the balcony.

I walked towards her so we had only a metre between us. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.

She looked at me for a long moment then said, "I'm ok." Her voice sounded loud in the silence of the building, everyone else was asleep. I was surprised no one woke and came in from her screams.

I hesitated before saying, "You were screaming."

Claire's eyes flicked to the floor. "It felt real." She said shakily, hands still fixed to the door handle.

A long moment passed. "But it wasn't, none of it. You were next to me the whole time."

She smiled. "Did I wake up straight away?"

"No. Not even close." I replied "I was breaking a sweat trying to shake you awake."

Claire giggled, a sweet sounding laugh. "Sorry." She said smiling.

"You should be. I didn't sign up for night aerobics."

She looked at me for a long time, then smiled again. She looked beautiful, moonlit, smelling of vanilla. Somehow she looked better than me in my t-shirt.

She took her weight off the door but still held the handle. I stepped towards her, she didn't resist, just looked up a me.

I braced my arms on either side of her head, the door giving out a creak as I leaned against it, and I pressed my mouth to hers.

She kissed me back, lips hot. I deepened the kiss and her tongue flicked against my teeth, hands still behind her, body pressed against the door.

Everything in me buzzed, electric, wanting to close the few centimetres of space between us.

She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth. She pulled her hands out from behind her and looped them around my neck, pulling me closer.

We pulled away for a moment; foreheads pressed together.

I kissed her again, backing into the room with her. I grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer.

Then my hands were inside her shirt, palms pressed on her back, fingers spread on her sides; I didn't even remember how they got there.

Claire's back curved against my fingers, as if my touch brought her to life. She kissed me again; softer, more gentle.

We backed to our bed, her hands slipped down from my neck down to my scar. She broke the kiss to look at it.

Then I held her face and carressed her cheeks. "I'm fine." I whispered.

Claire smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck again, rose on her tiptoes and kissed me; our lips moved in sync.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, I was surprised she was still strong enough to do that.

I stepped backwards and sat on the bed with her in my lap. At some point all of the buttons, bar one, on her - my - shirt had popped off, only one left.

We kissed for what felt like forever, then I began to taste salt. I pulled away and saw Claire was crying. She looked up at me, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked, hand on her cheek.

She leaned into it. "I thought I lost you." She said, eyes closed.

I played with her red hair. "I thought I lost you too."

Claire opened her glistening eyes."You don't know how much it hurt to turn around like you were never there." Her lower lip trembled.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm here, see?"

She nodded vigorously as if that would make it true. There was a small silence between us. "Owen?"

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"You could never be replaced." She stuttered.

"What?"

"When you yelled at me, you said that I thought you could be replaced." That pulled at my heart strings, I'd left her in a horrible state in our old room after shouting in her face... I can't believe I'd done that.

She was still sitting on my lap, legs tight around me. I pulled Claire into a hug. "I'm so sorry Claire. I was an idiot."

For some reason, Claire looked over at the clock which read 23:07, then rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me.

"Hey, remember when I punched Hoskins?" I asked.

"Yeah." She mumbled into my shoulder.

"Why do you think I punched him?"

Claire shrugged in my arms. "Because he was using your raptors?" She shifted her chin closer to my neck.

"Because he called you a Mother Hen." I said, bringing her chest closer to mine. She held me tighter. "I loved you, so people do not call you that."

Claire giggled at this, sharp in my ear - but I didn't care.

She took her head from my shoulder and leaned on my chest with a yawn.

I rubbed her back until her breathing slowed to even breaths.

If she was comfy, I wouldn't move.

*

Twenty minutes later Claire stirred in my arms and I jumped slightly.

"Oh my God did I fall asleep?" She said, shaking her head a little. She was still sitting on my lap.

"Yes, was I boring you?"

"No! Sorry." She said, sounding ashamed.

"It's okay, you had a stressful day."

Claire smiled at me. "That rhymes."

Then we collided lips passionately. She let me push her gently down on to the pillows, legs still wrapped around me. I braced my arms either side of her.

Her eyes glinted in the moonlight, and I unbuttoned the only remaining button on her shirt. I kissed her lips again, then her chin.

I saw all her scars from Jurassic World, memories that would never leave.

Claire held the back of my neck and redirected my mouth to hers.

"I made a wish on one of those shooting stars." She whispered between kisses.

"What?" I said, my voice slightly uneven as she kissed me.

"It won't come true if I tell you."

"Ok... Tell me when it does." I say. "I made a wish too, and it came true so I can tell you." She stopped kissing me to hear it. "I wished that you would give me a chance." I kissed her again, I felt her smile into my lips. That's when I knew everything between us had mended, all the cuts gone, leaving only scars.

I slid my arm beneath her back, pulling my shirt off her. Claire was boiling. Ever since she got pregant she's been either an ice cube or a furnace.

My fingers found and unclipped her bra.

I felt her sigh, but she made no sound. "I love you Owen." She whispered into my ear.

"I love you too."