AN's: Written for Clawen week of tumblr! Day 2: A Private Moment

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Claire's phone buzzed and she picked it up quickly so it wouldn't disturb the presenter. She lowered the phone to her lap and opened the new message.

Got time for a quickie today?

Claire raised an eyebrow and looked across the table, where Owen Grady was rapidly sending another text.

Her phone buzzed again.

Quick lunch! Haha, sorry…autocorrect…but since it's out there… ;)

Claire tried to stifle a smile as she looked back at Owen, who wasn't trying to stifle anything as he winked at her.

She bit her lip and looked up, feigning contemplation before responding.

I'll see if I can pencil you in. I'm very busy and important, you know.

Claire brought her attention back to the presenter, trying to take in the new security details. Still, she made a bit of a show of slowly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the glass conference table. She tried not look at Owen as he typed a reply.

Oh, so that's how it is huh?

A flush crept up her neck as she felt his gaze on her. She looked at him from beneath her eyelashes as he licked his lips and his finger traced a slow circle on the notepad in front of him. His lips were quirked in a dangerous smirk, one she knew all too well.

Claire took a deep breath, happy for the distraction when someone asked her a question.

When the presentation was over she lingered behind to speak with the presenter about their plans and to set up a one-on-one meeting.

Owen had left by the time she was done, so Claire walked briskly to her office, eyes glued to her phone. She had just rounded the corner and passed the supply closet when a hand suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her inside.

It was dark and she barely had time to gasp in surprise before a warm body pressed her against the shelves.

"Do you have time for an unscheduled, private moment now, Ms. Dearing?" Owen's voice was husky in her ear as his hands trailed down her hips and up her skirt.

Claire tried to stifle a moan as he left a hot trail of kisses down her neck and his fingers found her slick with need. His chuckle vibrated through her and he mumbled something against her skin. Claire could only make out the words tease and always prepared as he repeated the same pattern he had on the notepad earlier.

"I think I can definitely pencil you in…" She sighed, clinging to him as all comprehension left her.