InGen / Jurassic World

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*Owen's perspective*

I opened my eyes slowly and stretched my arm out - the other one I couldn't move. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, blinking a few times.

I felt my trapped arm prickle with pins and needles.

I noticed then that Claire was lying on it. She shifted next to me uncomfortably. Then I realised I had dragged the duvet off her. On her collarbone, I could see the reddish splotches I'd left on her from last night.

I smiled and grabbed the covers from behind me and threw them over her with my free arm, causing her ginger hair to waft up into her face and rest on her nose. That was adorable.

Before she got pregnant she would wake at the smallest things: the rain, the wind, even me turning over. Barely ever would she get a full night sleep. But now she's the heaviest sleeper I've ever seen. Probably the hormones.

I looped my other arm around her and shuffled closer. Her icey skin was sharp against mine. She shivered into my arms and curled up against me.

I held her like I was her cocoon and rocked her slightly. I don't know why, she was asleep.

I rested my chin on her head, blowing away some strands of her red hair.

After staring into space for a few minutes, keeping Claire warm, I remembered something that my mother once told me.

She said, "Owen, could you carry this? Don't break it."

I replied, "Yeah, promise I won't, I think."

She eyed me up and down. "Owen. Remember, trust is like a butterfly's wing, destroyed with a single touch. Now go take that to Daddy."

I sighed shakily. I felt Claire squirm a little in my arms. Then I realised I was gripping onto her too tightly. I loosened my hold on her and she relaxed again. But she still felt freezing.

I looked down at her, sleeping peacefully in my arms. This is the thing I had wished for ever since I first met her, just to hold her, and for her to let me.

But a smile didn't come to my face. Trust is like a butterfly's wing, destroyed with a single touch. I shook my head as if that would make the words go away, but they kept repeating in my head. I tried to sleep, but my mother's words kept me awake.

I sighed and rubbed Claire's back gently. "What have I done to you?"

*

*Claire's perspective*

I'm dizzy.

I rolled away from what I was leaning on and onto my back. I winced as my stomach churned and a wave a nausea washed over me. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit the inside of my cheek, hard enough that it drew blood.

"Claire, are you alright?" I heard Owen say.

"Ye- ah." I squeaked as another jab of pain struck my lower belly. It subsided as quickly as it had started.

My eyelids were tightly shut as I took a deep breath. "I'm good."

Beneath me, the bed tipped as Owen edged closer - I must have rolled away from him when I woke up.

I felt him lean over me, his warm breath hit my cold cheek, sending a chill down my neck. Two breaths. Three. Four.

Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, his mouth was on mine.

I felt myself shiver into his lips.

The kiss was so soft, so careful on my lips; like someone running their fingers along them.

He took advantage of this and quickly pressed his mouth harder against mine, causing my lips to part.

Owen's hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

It was all completely soundless. I didn't think either of us were breathing. My head was spinning but I didn't care.

When I was the manager of Jurassic World, I thought that that was what my life was, and that I was happy. I didn't realise there was a second option, and even if I had, I wouldn't have guessed it had anything to do with Owen.

Owen hesitated a little. "You're bleeding." He mumbled.

"I bit my cheek." I said as he deepened the kiss.

We kissed for what felt like forever. Owen pushed the covers off my left shoulder. I shuddered as the cold air hit my skin.

I smiled into his kisses. "Happy birthday." I whispered, my breath huffing into his mouth.

Owen pulled away from me and sat up in the bed. "I totally forgot." He shook his head.

"I know you di-" My voice trailed off as my eyes widened at the clock. "Oh my God Owen look at the time!"

"What? It's only eight thirty." He said. I just looked at him blankly, we're meant to be working! "Oh you didn't get the message yesterday, we're having a late start."

Relief washed over me. I hate being late. "Good." Then I remembered Owen's present. "I got you something." I said, beaming.

Owen smiled back, then his face dropped. "Cole told me that was what you were doing. You know, when I thought... Doesn't matter.' He said.

I could tell that he was really sorry now. I slid my arm through under the covers to his. "It's ok, Owen. Honestly." I gave him the happiest smile I could, I wanted him to be happy for his birthday.

"Thanks Claire."

I was lost in his eyes. "For what?"

"I told you last night, giving me a chance."

I felt my face flush. "Oh yeah. Yeah. I remember." Hopefully since I'm really cold my face won't be too blushed. But he smirked so clearly it was obvious I was blushing. "Can I give you your present now?" I pleaded.

"Let me check my emails first, so I don't have to do it later." He said. I sighed and nodded.

Owen leaned down and kissed me on the nose. I screwed my face up as he made my nose itch. He pushed himself up off the bed and I suddenly felt cold. Well, colder. Then I noticed Owen was dressed. "When did-"

"Couldn't get back to sleep this morning. And you were making me cold." He said, I turned my head on my pillow to see him walking to the bathroom instead of his laptop.

He grabbed his dressing gown off the hook. I narrowed my eyes. "Don't you-" He smirked and threw it over my head. "dare." I finished, irritably.

"I just thought that you needed something to keep you warm." He said in a baby voice. "And I wanted to throw it at you. So I figured it was a win win." I rolled my eyes under the fluff of his dressing gown. I heard him sit infront of his laptop. "Oh and I put your clothes next to you this morning by the way."

I smiled as I remembered I wasn't wearing anything.

My hands looked for my clothes; they circled round my white blouse next to me.