Thanks for all the likes, follows, reviews and ideas; here is a new chapter of Clawen getting down to business; there will be a story too , I promise , but we are still in their beginning as a couple and if that's not when people go at it like rabbits, I don't know when is. Hope you enjoy

\"Good morning, sleepyhead." Owen greeted Claire as she made her way out of the bedroom. "sleep well?".

She didn't say anything and he could swear she was angry about something though that did not make any sense. He sat up from the couch and going over to her placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She moved away but he caught her hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She looked right at him. Yep, she was angry.

"Am I giving you a hard time, Owen?"

"Well, right now… kind of."

"You should call Carol then, she'll probably make it all better. "

"Who?!"

"Look, you don't have to pretend. We had one night, it was fun, let's leave it at that. It's fine."

"If it's fine why are you upset?"

"I'm not. A bit irritated because I actually believed you when you said there was no other woman. Against my better judgement."

He let go of her hand.

"Ok, it was kind of flattering yesterday when you were crazy jealous but it's getting annoying. And I really don't appreciate your calling me a liar."

"I don't appreciate you having plan B in case I turn out to be too difficult."

"What the hell are you talking about, Claire?"

"You left your phone in the bedroom."

"So?"

"I did not mean to read it but the screen lit up and I saw my name."

"you're still not making any sense."

Claire went into the bedroom and returned with the phone which she handed to him. There was a text message from Carol saying :

"the more I hear about it, I realize what you did. You are amazing, thank you so much. If Claire is giving you a hard time, call me."

Owen just started to laugh.

"You're gonna feel like such a horse's ass…" he said.

"It's not funny, Owen."

"Of course it is, we have had our fun, right?"

"I want you to leave."

"Ok. But until I get my stuff, you just talk to Carol, will you?"

"Why in God's name would I want to …" Claire started but before she could finish her sentence he had hit "call' and when a feminine voice replied he just said:

'Hey! Claire wants to talk to you." And placed the phone in her hand. She was in shock but took it to her ear anyway.

'Claire? Hey, how are you sweety?'

"Karen?!" she looked at the phone in her hand. It still said 'Carol'. Then she looked at Owen who , true to his word, was packing his duffle bag. He just made a sign that let her know that he misunderstood the name.

"Who did you expect?" her sister asked befuddled.

"Why would you tell Owen to call you if I gave him trouble?'

"I know how you can be and I really feel like helping him out. Why? Are you giving him a hard time? Tell me you're nice to him…"

"Karen!"

"Oh come on! You're sleeping with him, right? Tell me you are or I will come down there and hold you if I have to."

"Karen!"

"I'm kidding about holding you down but seriously Claire, it's been three years. He's gorgeous, get back on the … well, on him would more than do. "

Claire noticed the look on Owen's face. Obviously he could hear everything her sister way saying. He had stopped packing and was just staring at her, visibly amused.

"I've got to go. Kiss the kids."

"Ok. You go kiss…"

Claire hung up before it got more embarrassing. Owen went into the bathroom and returned with his toothbrush. He held it up and his eyes were asking if he should pack it or not. She stood for a while then took it from him, went back into the bathroom and came back holding a condom. She looked at him, then immediately looked down biting her lower lip.

"Well played. "

"I'm sorry. I'm usually not this crazy."

"Are you sure you remember right? Three years is a loooong time."

"You so didn't need that information."

"I figured it had been a while for you."

"Am I that clumsy?!"

"That's not what I meant."

"It's ok, I can take the truth."

"Claire, I only tell the truth. In spite of what you seem to think of me. "

"I'm … " she swallowed "sorry."

"Yeah, I figured that's what this meant." He said taking the condom from her. "Are you hungry? They brought breakfast."

She narrowed her eyes.

"Are you not … accepting my apology?"

"I just thought you might be hungry."

"I'm not."

"All right then .Do you want me to accept it here or… in the bedroom?"

Claire wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered :

"Your choice really since I've given you so much trouble."

"I like it when it's my choice." He whispered back and captured her mouth in a kiss. It was hot and demanding and it made Claire crazy with want. When he picked her up an carried her to the bedroom she almost felt sad as she was hoping for something less honeymoonish and more make-up like. But instead of placing her on the bed, he put her down on her feet and breaking the kiss asked her to take her top off. She wanted to see what he would do if she didn't comply so she just raised her arms.

"All right if that's how you want to play it. But your bottoms are coming off in the same manner and I plan to keep you in that position for a while."

"O..ok…"Claire replied trying to figure out how her shorts would ever be coming off over her head. But before she could find the answer her top was on the floor and he took her by the waist and threw her on the bed. He placed her ankles on his shoulders and leaning over peeled off the rest of her pyjamas. It dawned on her that what he meant by 'the same manner' was 'with her limbs in the air'. It made her feel very self conscious. Then his hand went directly to her sensitive flesh and started to rub her gently. She held her breath before saying in a very low voice :

"Manual stimulation…is…umm … ok…" his movements were making her both wet and incapable of being coherent.

"If it is necessary. It is. Also, it's working." He said, gently slipping one finger inside her and then holding it up for her to see it glisten with the evidence. She immediately wanted that inside her again but didn't voice that. Instead, she asked:

"Do you want me to do something to … " she smiled "make it hard for you?"

"Well, if this sight of you hadn't already done than, your pun would have definitely done it."

"Prove it."

He put her feet down on the bed then took a step back and slowly removed all his clothes, revelling in the way her eyes hungrily followed every move he made.

"Satisfied, baby?"

"Hoping to be." She answered coyly.

Owen walked back to the bed, took her ankles in his hands and spread her legs before placing them on his shoulders. His hand caressed her folds again. She was definitely ready for him but he still felt her squirming a little. He opened the condom and put it on then looked at her intently.

"I would normally let this go but since you say you are all for the truth and I want you to fully enjoy this, please move your hands, you don't need to cover your abdomen, you look fine."

She did as he said but only to lift herself on her elbows.

"Owen! Why do you constantly ….. I don't … How could you even tell?! Jesus!" she threw herself back on the mattress.
"Yesterday you kept covering your gorgeous breasts. Now you keep your arms crossed over your belly and holding your breath. Come on, blow it out. Let's see how big your gut gets."

"Fine!" she yelled and took in all the air she could."

"Wow! That's huge! Claire, are you pregnant or something?"

If looks could kill, he knew he'd be dead.

"I'm kidding, baby. You know, using humour to diffuse the situation. You really look great, honestly you do. You just make me wanna…"

"Owen!" she squealed as she felt him inside her.

"Yeah baby?"

"More."

He decided that had concluded the conversation part of their interlude and started to move in out of her, his eyes never leaving her face. He saw her as she planted her nails in the sheets before closing her eyes, he noticed how her breath was starting to become uneven and when she started to release little mewls he increased his rhythm while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She came hard and when she was done she picked a small pillow and threw it at him.

"What the …?" he stopped and looked to check her mood.

"Switch with me."

"Why?"

"I am not done apologising."

"You seem done."

"Fine. Stand there then."

She shifted back a little, got up and going around kneeled in front of him and peeled the protection of him.

"Claire, you don't have to."

"I know."

She took as much of him as she managed in her mouth and did her best to repress her gag reflex. It was hard but she eventually managed to control it and started to move back and forth. At one point she lost her balance and in an attempt to steady herself grabbed his very well toned butt. On impulse he jerked forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. For a second they both froze. She wasn't sure if the sudden move had caused her teeth to scratch his sensitive skin. He feared his forceful jerk had hurt her too so he tentatively placed his hand on her head, gently stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry, baby." He breathed out.

She gently pulled back and looked up at him.
"It's ok. I think this will work best if I keep still and you move."

That image made his already painfully hard dick twitch. Other than in that particular area, it didn't feel right though.
"I'm not fucking your mouth, Claire."

"But you're…" she started and pointed at his very obvious situation.

"That I am."

Before she could realize what was happening to her, Claire found herself back on the bed on her knees. She felt his finger stretching her then his hands on her hips right before … he left. She felt deserted for a few seconds, then she heard the already familiar sound of plastic and before long his hands were on her hips and he filled her completely. It didn't take him long to finish and as lay down beside her with a happy grin on his face she realised that she leaned over and kissed him deeply.

"I want to see you come again" Owen said, breaking the kiss.

"You will." She replied and in spite of what they had just done, she blushed a little.

"I mean now. Let me go down on you."

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not … I really need a shower."

"Then let me finger you. "

"I'm hungry." The moment the words left her lips she regretted saying them. His fingers held great potential and she felt desire building up again. She wondered if there ever would come a come a moment when she would not want him so bad.

"That, I believe. Go have that shower, I'll fix you something to eat."

"You are the best."

"Because I'm getting you food or are we talking about … ? he made that up and down gesture with his fist and she just wrapped herself in a sheet and went into the bathroom.