Clawen • What comes next

|| CHAPTER 8 ||

On the way home from the city, Maisie eventually fell asleep. It had been a long day and they had been in who knows how many shops. According to Claire's mental list, they had gotten everything they needed. Owen had gotten a few things for the house as well. He planned on continuing the second they got home and had emptied the car. Don't get him wrong, the van was nice and cozy and he enjoyed living there. But he also had to admit it was getting a little cramped, not so much so that he couldn't handle it, but he could imagine it driving Claire a little crazy. 

They pulled up to the house and got out. "Should we wake her up?" Claire asked Owen in a low voice. He shook his head and threw the keys to the van, to Claire. He then opened the door and bent down. The next thing Claire knew, Owen was carrying Maisie to the van. Claire hurried over to unlock the door. He then went inside and placed her down carefully on the couch. 

Claire walked over next to him and put a hand on his arm. He looked down and turned himself to face her. Putting an arm around her, he bent down and gave her a kiss. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, she melted into his touch. Yes, Maisie was right there, but as far as they knew, she was a asleep. And to their luck, she stayed that way while Owen picked up Claire by the thighs. She didn't waist any time wrapping her legs around his waste, while holding on to the back of his head to keep their mouths from leaving each other. 

The covers on the bed were covering their lower bodies, and their entangled legs. Claire had half her body on top of Owen's and her arm around him for dear life. He held her as close a physically possible, afraid that if he let go she would fade away. She looked at him and slowly reached up to give him a kiss. Kissing her back he thought about how much he had missed this, all of it. Her naked body against his, just breathing each other in. Having someone you trust as much as he trusted Claire, was a rare deal. And in this moment with her by his side, he promised himself to never stop cherishing it and to never take her for granted. 

"What happened to taking it slow?" He asked, kissing her forehead. She gave his body a squeeze and sighed. "We were both going insane, and you know it" She said, to which he nodded and brushed a few of her red locks behind her ear. "Very true Ms. Dearing" He teased and she pushed herself up to look down at him with the most threatening look she could muster without breaking into laughter. He put a hand on her waist right above her butt and reached the other up to play with her now tousled, but still extremely beautiful hair. "We should get some clothes on before Maisie wakes up" Claire said, about to move from the bed but Owen stopped her movements. At first, she thought it was because he didn't want her to leave the bed. To stay with him. But it turned out it was for an entirely different reason. Because behind them in the door entrance, was Maisie's head peeking through.

"Too late" Owen said and Claire turned her head in the direction he was looking in. Claire's eyes got filled with terror. She quickly reached for the covers and pulled them up to cover the top part of her very naked body. 

How long had she been there and how much had she seen? To Claire's surprise tho, Maisie didn't seem as frightened as she thought she would be. "Am I interrupting anything?" She innocently asked them. Claire turned her head away from Maisie and let out a sigh, that Owen could tell meant thank the lord or whatever might be out there. He laughed and shook his head at the girl. "No Maisie it's fine, we will be out in a minute okay?" He simply told her. She nodded and gave them both a smile before disappearing through the door. 

Claire let her body fall onto the bed and almost let out a loud scream, but Owen put a hand on her back and rubbed a couple of soothing circles. "Hey I don't think she was there for longer than five seconds. If you want to be sure, you can just go ask her" He told Claire, before getting up and out of the bed to get some clothes on. She let out another sigh, before getting up herself. 

Claire walked through first and found Maisie sitting at the table watching something on the small TV that hung by the door. "Hey sweetie" Claire said and walked over to sit by her. Trying her hardest to act like nothing happened. "What are you watching?" Claire asked. Maisie shrugged and said. "No idea". Claire was screaming internally.

Maisie waited a bit before she started asking the real questions, that were burning inside her. "What were you doing?" She simply asked and turned to look at Claire who took a deep breath. What should she say. "Nothing you have to worry about" Claire simply answered and gave her the most reassuring smile she could. Owen entered and went over to get some glasses and something to drink from the fridge. Mostly for himself, but also because he knew Claire probably needed some liquid. Walking over to the table where his two girls were sitting, he sent a questioning look Claire's way. She smiled back at him with a look that confirmed his previous suggestion that Maisie hadn't been in the door for more than a few seconds. Placing the glasses on the table followed by the drink he got for them, he sat down himself. 

He poured them all a glass and took a sip of his own. He reached under the table to find Claire's thigh, knee or hand, whatever he could give a squeeze. Claire reached to pick up her glass with the hand Owen wasn't currently holding. "Thank you" She said, sounding out of breath, not that Owen was surprised by that. Claire put the glass to her mouth to take a sip and as she did, Maisie continued with her questions. "Were you guys having sex?" She asked, again so innocently. Claire choked on her drink and almost spit it out at Owen. He felt her grip his hand so hard he was sure she fractured something. Both of them turned their heads to the girl. Claire's face was indescribable and Owen just looked plain lost.

"Why...Why would you ask that?" Those were the words that eventually came out of Claire's mouth after a couple of failed attempts at forming any coherent words. "You looked like you were" The girl simply said and took a sip of her drink, looking from Claire to Owen and back with a look of anticipation. "We ehh...Not at that moment, no. How do you know what that looks like Maisie?" Claire asked. Owen watched the whole thing play out from across the table and didn't have the heart to try and explain himself. Knowing that he would just mess it up and Claire would give him a warning look. He squeezed her hand and slowly started stroking comforting lines with his thumb. 

"I know many things you might not expect" The girl simply said. "So, you were, before I walked in then?" She asked with her British accent coming through. Claire swallowed the lump that had been stuck in her throat and slowly starting nodded. "Okay I just wanted to know, I'll knock next time you are alone then" She said with a smile that didn't look like she was scarred for life which surprised them both. Maisie proceeded to take a sip of her drink and looked at the TV. 

Claire and Owen looked at each other both mouths slightly open. Neither of them able to process what they had just heard. 

FINALLY

Thought they deserved some alone time ;)

Also, I don't know if a 10-year-old would know what the hell sex is because I know nothing about kids, so let's just assume they do, yea?

A few people asked for a bit more fluff so when I read this through for the second time I added some more, with those comments in mind :D

Hope I didn't step over any lines!

Also, I love you guys so much, so that you're getting yet another update :D