Chapter 1:

It was hours later after everything ended and after almost a day of hearing nothing but the Indominus Rex roaring, there was finally some piece and quiet as Owen opened the door to their hotel apartment. Claire had insisted he stayed with her in the apartment much to Owen's surprise. He asked over and over if she was sure about this and obviously if she was going to make him sleep on the couch instead of the bed, which made Claire roll her eyes at him and call him a pig, making Owen laugh in return. There was no way she was going to stay alone, not after everything that has happened in the last 24 hours or so. She was actually thankful that Owen was on the same island as she was for more than just one reason.

'Your things will be sent to you shortly Ms Dearing' the man in uniform told her 'And I will make sure I locate yours and send them here as well Mr Grady' he continued. Owen nodded and closed the door behind him.

There was a moment of hesitation, a moment of awkwardness that consumed Owen not sure how Claire wanted him to react or what they were now to each other. After everything they had been through, after having her saving his life from a dimorphodon, Owen had pulled her into a kiss and now here they were sharing an apartment, even if for the time being and due to circumstances, she still chose to share it with him.

He turned around to ask her something, when he caught her staring out of the window in silence, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand covering her lips. He was sure she was crying as he made his way over towards her.

'Hey...it's over' he whispered as he placed his hands on her arms. She was finally giving into the reality of what happened, no longer holding it together, being the Operations Manager. She was now a normal human being who had just gone through a life changing trauma, just like him.

'I can't believe Zara is dead' she whispered 'It is all my fault' she said as fresh tears streamed down her face. The boys had filled her in on what happened sometime after everything had ended and she had actually asked for the woman who used to be her personal assistant.

'Claire...it is not your fault. She was standing in the wrong place at the right time' Owen tried to tell her.

'I should have been the one looking after my nephews not her' Claire told him somewhat angrily. The tone in her voice didn't go by unnoticed by Owen but he let it slip knowing that she had been through so much and had such big responsibilities and truth be told, deep down Owen knew that all this happened because she took the wrong decision. He had told her to kill that thing but she was too proud and stubborn to listen to him, but anyway, now was not the time to think or talk to her about the issue.

'OK yes...but it is not like you were sitting in the office doing nothing. You were actually looking for them not to mention being chased by the damn thing. I'm sure if they had been with you, they would have slipped away from you too at some point. Zach is quite the lad' Owen told her 'I'm sure it was his idea to run away from her when she wasn't looking and besides you don't know whether she would have been in the same spot if she hadn't been looking for the boys. She was grabbed by the dimorphodon from the assembly point' Owen told her trying to ease her guilt.

This time Claire didn't reply and Owen knew that nothing he was going to tell her was going to make her feel any better.

'So much destruction...so many lives were lost' she whispered as she turned to look out of the window again 'I thought I was good in what I do...but look what I have done. I ruined everything and got people killed and injured and others lost their jobs...including the two of us' she told him as she finally turned around to look at him 'I'm sorry Owen...I know how much you loved your job...and those raptors' she told him. At the mention of the raptors, Owen's face fell and now it was his turn to clear his voice to try and contain his emotions, as he straightened out.

He lost three of them during the battle and it was only now that he actually had time to think about them. Seeing Charlie blown up while she was looking at him was so hard. Echo and Delta's death came while he himself was trying to stay alive, so he really didn't have time to think about them poor things. There was absolutely no time to mourn them...until now.

'At least Blue is still alive' he whispered, trying hard not to think about them.

'Yeah...I know how much you love her' Claire whispered in sympathy.

'Yeah' Owen whispered as he wondered where she could be. For the first time in her life she was out on her own, not that she needed any help or guidance, but still. Owen knew she would be alright. She was a very bright and intelligent velociraptor, and Owen was so proud of his girl 'It is not about me right now. Is there anything I can get you or you need from me?' he asked her trying to change subject.

'Not really. I just want you to hold me right now' she whispered. She didn't need to ask him twice. He took her hand in his, walked them towards the balcony and sat them down, resting his back against the wall while Claire sat between his legs, resting her back against his chest. Owen wrapped his arms around her, his fingers laced into hers and rested his cheek against the side of her face.

'Better like this?' he asked her. Claire nodded and closed her eyes. She was feeling so miserable and weak at the moment. It was like the Claire that ran such a huge company and was filled with so much confidence was now gone. She was dead with all those dinosaurs and the many people who lost their lives on Isla Nublar. Deep down she wanted to close her eyes and die with them.

'Hey...what are you thinking?' Owen asked her as if feeling the stupid thoughts that were running through her mind right now.

'I wish I can vanish from the face of the earth' she replied 'Maybe if I had died at the hands of the Indominus Rex...' but Owen cut her off as he turned her to look at him.

'And what? What would have been gained by that?' he asked her angrily.

'Justice would have been served' Claire replied feeling completely empty and lost.

'Bullshit. And what? You would have left those boys and your sister miserable for the rest of their lives...and me' he told her.

'You?' she asked.

'Yes me' Owen replied 'What you think because I act all tough I don't have feelings? You think that because I just walked away and never tried asking you for another date, than I wasn't really interested in you? What you think I just wanted to get in your pants and that's it?' Owen went on. Why would she think that she didn't matter to him.

'I'm sorry' she whispered. She really didn't know what to say to him after what he just said.

'Claire...' he was going to say something but then he thought better of it. Now was not the right time. She was confused and emotional and the last thing that she needed was him adding to all of that on her shoulder.

'What?' she asked him waiting for him to poor his heart out.

'Nothing...I'm gonna go have a shower' he told her as he pushed himself away from her and got up 'I need to get out of these clothes. I can't stand the smell any longer' he told her and then he realized how that must have sounded 'I mean me...my clothes stink' he tried to explain.

'Hey it's fine. I'm sure my clothes don't smell so nice either' she told him.

'Is there anything you need from me before I go shower?' he asked her and Claire shook her head.

'Are you sure you will be alright?' Owen asked her.

'Go' she told him as she turned to look away from him. Owen wasn't sure she was really going to be alright, and he almost hesitated a little bit. He didn't want to leave her alone but he really needed to shower and take these clothes off. He needed to wash away everything that had happened to them and start putting the past behind him. He threw the dirty clothes in the corner of the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning the water on, as he tried to find the right temperature. He waited until the water started turning a bit hot and stepped under the running water. The feel of hot water coming down on his head, trailing down his naked body, he couldn't help but recall the many incidents and the many times they had literally come face to face with death. It had been one long day. It was like it wouldn't end no matter how many miles they ran or how many people or dinosaurs got killed. The day and the horror wouldn't end.

Meanwhile Claire was still in the same spot, her mind drifting back to Zara as she imagined how her personal assistant had died. Eaten alive by the mososaurus...'I can't take this' she whispered as she lifted a hand to cover her face. She turned around to look for Owen and that was when she realized that she was all alone in the room. The sound of the water splashing reminded her that Owen had gone to take a shower.

As if her body was set on automatic, she started walking to the sound of the water, opening the door to the bathroom, when her eyes settled on the delicious body standing under the running water. Her eyes followed the movement of his hands, his head covered in soap from the shampoo provided by the hotel, as water streamed down his back mixed with traces of soap, down to his fine muscled ass, begging to be grabbed. It was only now that she was really and truly taking in how gorgeous and delicious his body looked. She found herself licking her lips, and her clothes started coming off. She needed to be close to him...she needed to touch him...Oh God how she ached to feel him all around her all of a sudden.

With Owen still facing the wall of the shower and then between the sound of the water spashing and lost deep in thought, he didn't hear the naked woman joining him, until he felt her hands touch him, and he almost jumped out of his skin as he spun around to see who was in the shower with him. For some reason, it didn't dawn on him that it was Claire who was the only person in the same apartment with him, supposedly standing just a room away from him.

'Jesus...Cla...Claire...wha...what are you doing?' he asked her, his breath coming out in short pants. He started blinking his eyes rapidly as he realized she was standing naked in the same shower as him.

'I need you Owen' she whispered huskily, her eyes full of need and desire. He could feel her hands making their way up his chest and Owen growled instinctively, desperately trying to get his mind to function. What the hell was happening?! What was she doing? She was practically throwing herself at him, and it is not like there was some sort of legal document stating that she was not supposed to do that or anything, but Claire was not the type of woman to throw herself at men like that. On the contrary, she played hard to get most of the time…at least that was the case when it came to Owen Grady. She played it cool, pretended he didn't affect her but the truth and apparently she was proving his point. He did get to her otherwise she wouldn't be standing in the shower with him completely naked.

'Claire...you're not thinking straight' he started telling her as he grabbed her wrists to stop her from what she was doing.

'You don't want me?' she asked him looking away from him, feeling like a complete fool.

'Jesus Claire...of course I do. I just want to be sure that this is what you really want' Owen tried to explain, putting a finger under her chin so he could make eye contact.

'I do' she whispered looking straight in his eyes now and with that Owen pushed her hair behind her ears and cupped her face in his big rough soapy hands before he leaned down and pressed his lips hard against hers. He could feel her breasts press against his chest, her arms wrap around his waist pulling him closer to her. Owen growled instinctively trying to wrap his mind around everything that was happening at the moment as he suddenly picked her up and pressed her back against the wall, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, soft moans pouring out as he let go of her mouth and started devouring her neck. His hand went to her breast and Owen's name slipped out of her mouth, as she let her head fall back, giving Owen better access to her neck.

'Jesus Claire' Owen growled. He could feel himself beginning to loose control. The reality of what was happening hitting him hard, as he finally had her in his arms...naked in the same shower as he was 'Are you sure about this?' he asked her, hoping to God that she would say yes, cause if she doesn't he had no idea how the hell he was going to stop himself now.

'Mmmhhmmm' she whimpered as his hand massaged her breast.

Owen growled in excitement, as he shifted her in the perfect position and with one hard thrust, he pushed himself inside of her making her scream in surprise and pleasure. He felt her nails dig in his back, definitely breaking his skin, her walls clench around him and Owen was completely lost in her, all the events that happened prior to this moment long forgotten for now.

'Owen' she whimpered as she let her head drop slightly back, begging Owen to kiss her neck.

'Jesus Claire...you feel so good' he whispered against her ear, making her shiver, as he started pulling out and pushing inside of her again, with each time, picking up his pace.

There was no time for slow love making...not this time. This time it was full of raw passion and emotions, as they both desperately needed each other in hope to forget everything that has happened. In this moment, all they cared about was being in each other's arms. Water was splashing everywhere, both of them completely soaked. Hands were running everywhere, all over each other's body, touching every inch of each other as fast as possible all while Owen kept pounding into her. Lips were pressed against each other, tongues battling for dominance. His fingers were lost in her wet red hair, his thumb caressing her cheek while her fingers were pulling at his hair. So many emotions...so many raw sounds pouring out of the two of them. At the moment they couldn't care less what happened or what's going to happen after this. They couldn't care less if anyone could hear them or what their colleagues were going to say. They just couldn't give a shit. They just needed each other, and they were going to make damn sure they were going to have each other and fuck each other's brains out.

That was when Owen thrusted himself hard in a slightly different angle, hitting one particular spot and Claire came bursting loud and hard much to Owen's delight.

'Damn you're beautiful' he whispered before crushing his lips hard against hers. He could feel himself ready to burst and as Claire's second round of climax hit her, Owen shot his load, feeling his whole body shake against hers, his legs ready to give out.

With both of them completely spent, Owen carefully turned them around so that he could rest his back against the wall and slowly sat down on the now cold floor, while still completely buried inside of her, as she wrapped her legs behind him.

'Wow' was all Owen could say and Claire chuckled as she leaned in resting her forehead against his...