Chapter 9

A couple of weeks later

The weeks seemed to go by fast. They were let out of the hospital quite soon and they checked out the apartment the following day and since it wouldn't be available until after one and a half month – they decided that Claire would stay with him until that. To be honest, neither of them was disappointed to live together again but the fact that she would move out sooner or later was a dark cloud on the other so bright sky. Besides that, everything was perfect. They both enjoyed spending time with Aaron and together. When Aaron was awake they watched over him like hawks (others may say like parents to a new born child) and when he was sleeping they did the same. Neither of them was used to have something that tiny to depend on them.

When they finally began to relax they figured out that they could use the "Baby Watcher" they had bought all those weeks ago. Since they couldn't trust Claire's cooking skills, Boone were the one that made the dinner or at least trying to do it, being constantly interrupted by Claire kissing his neck or taking the spatula away from him so that he had to kiss her. He didn't mind kissing her, in fact he got so caught up in their kissing marathons that he burned the fish sticks – which she teased him for. In the end, their dinner was sandwiches and some more kisses. They simply couldn't resist each other and for them this was something they had wanted to do even on the Island (though they hadn't admitted it then).

It didn't took long until Claire and Boone learned the harsh reality of babies, that they aren't just cute and innocent, when Aaron was crying in full power.

"Shh… What's wrong Sweetie?" Claire said, picking up Aaron from his crib.

Boone watched Claire with her son, amazed by all the love in her eyes.

"Perhaps he needs to change?"

Claire checked if Aaron had wet himself.

"No luck there." She sighed as he moved closer. In a desperate try, Boone began to sing a lullaby and after a while the baby calmed down.

"Do you know that you have a terrible singing voice?" Claire smiled, putting one arm around Boone as she rocked Aaron to sleep in the other one.

Leaning his face closer to hers he said, "Oh really." He said it in the sweetest tone she had ever heard. "Goes well with your cooking then", he whispered tenderly and gave her a quick kiss.

"Besides, I don't hear him complain," he added, looking at Aaron who looked back at him with big eyes.

"Maybe he would if he could speak," she joked. In a blink of an eye she turned serious:

"He's perfect."

She said it with a mother's affection.

"He's got your nose," Boone told her, taking her free hand into his, squeezing it gently.

"…And your eyes" Claire replied hesitantly. Blushing a little when she realised that it was a stupid thing to say.

"I know it's not possible but he does."

Boone smiled slightly. The fact that he wasn't the daddy hit him hard. It was an easy thing to forget when you had been there when the baby was born and had rocked him to sleep the first night of his life. Boone knew that Claire didn't mean to remind him but it still hurt.

"Can I take him?" he asked, needing to hold the cute baby right this instant.

"Of course." Claire looked at him full of emotion. This man was so far away from who she had thought he would be when she had first seen him on the Island.

She could still remember the first time she had laid her eyes on him. Jack had been with her because she was having contractions but through her fear her eyes had wandered off to the man wearing a blue shirt. She hadn't been able to escape the fact that his looks were perfect but it didn't mean anything to her. A mans look wasn't important. Instead it was the fact that he had tried (and succeeded) to help that woman, Rose, when everyone else was panicking that had caught her attention.

Claire didn't regret that they hadn't spoken more on the Island. It hadn't been their time and place, they had lived separate lives then. Their time was now and their place was here, despite previous problems and arguments. She was beginning to like this man, a lot. She found it adorable that he wanted to be with her son. There were only a few men in this world who would do that without other intensions and she knew that his was absolutely pure, she could see the love Boone had for Aaron in his eyes.

"I think you can put him down now," she said, gently, giving Boone a look that said that she wanted to do something else.

He felt her breathing out a puff of air in his ear. Giving her an amused look he said, "What if I don't want too" His eyes were saying the opposite.

"Then I have to force you," She said teasingly with a smile that made his desire kick in.

He stood like frozen when she slowly took off her sweater and let it drop to the floor. She had a top underneath but Boone knew a gesture when he saw one, he could tell that she wanted to take their relationship to the next level. It didn't take long until he had tucked Aaron in for the night.

When he was by her side he hoarsely whispered that they should move to another room and she didn't protest. Soon they were all alone in her bedroom, they had chosen hers because it was furthest away from the baby, and she made the first move by kissing him deeply in a way that send hunger through his veins. He opened his mouth, pulling her close, kissing her even more deep – playing with her. It was an intense kiss and when he forced himself to pull back she groaned off frustration.

With her mouth still wet she looked up at him with her eyes full with insecurity.

"What?" she asked shyly. Had there been something wrong with the kiss?

"Exactly what are we doing?" he said quietly, looking gently at her.

She blushed for a second.

"I think you know," she shot him a look full of lust.

"Is that a good idea?" he asked as much to her as to himself. "You said that you wanted to take things slow" He pointed at her "…And this" He moved his finger so it was pointing at him now "…Isn't."

"I meant it, then, but now we have waited long enough." She was completely serious. She had been really frustrated that she hadn't been able to sleep with him earlier because it had been to close to the labour. Claire couldn't believe that they were talking about this. That was so not what she had wanted to do.

"Boone, if you don't want to do this we don't have to," she mumbled. God let him say that he wants to – She thought over and over again. He didn't move at all or made any indication of what he wanted to do and that frustrated her.

"Well?" She asked with a sharp voice. When he still didn't move she realised that he was afraid that he couldn't see this as just sex, not with her. He was terrified of rushing things.

"I want this Boone." Her voice trembled. He couldn't tell if it was because she was sad or if it was anger. "I want you."

Damn it! It was no way he could say no to her now.

She was standing so that he only could see her back, when she felt his strong hands touching her shoulders and his voice whisper that he wanted her too. She trembled by pure desire. The tension between them was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

His hands found her, followed her contours and then he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue sliding over her teeth, teasing her. She drowned in him, in the feeling of his lips, his tongue against hers. His mouth was hard but his hands almost too careful when they touched her body, finding her sensitive spots. The kiss never seemed to end and it was more passionate than anything she had ever experienced. When he finally lifted his head she was breath taken. Nearly staggering at the heath in his eyes she slid her hand up and down his back and then unbuttoned his shirt, moving her hand beneath it so that she touched bare skin. He responded by letting out a low moan.

When they kissed again their mouths was hot and they didn't even break the kiss when they began to undress the upper part of their bodies. She could feel that he wanted her and that was amazingly arousing. He kissed her throat, her shoulders and then her mouth again, causing her to moan this time. Running her hands over his stomach muscles she mumbled that they should move to the bed, her voice hoarse…

"Wait" he murmured, his hands unbuttoning her bra. Shivering by his cold hands caressing her bare breast she whispered, "I can't."
Boone understood but determined to let it last longer he brought her face up for another kiss. He growled when he heard the sound of his jeans unzipping.

"Claire" He moved her too the bed and she laid down eagerly, With his help she took of the rest of her clothes, now they were only separated by their underwear. Laying himself on top of her he asked, "You still want to?"

"Oh yes," she said, bringing her hips up towards him.

If it hadn't been her way of saying it he would have found it cliché – like, but her voice and gesture was incredibly sweet.

They discovered each other again, but now without clothes, piece by piece. Touching, kissing and wanting.

"I wanted to take this slow," he said looking her deep into her eyes, "I don't think I can."

She didn't respond, instead pulled in his underwear, trying to show what she wanted, what she needed. He sighed with satisfaction and picked up a condom out of his jeans to be safe.

Claire's body missed the heat of his and she begged, "Boone, hurry."

He obeyed, sinking in to her. Their bodies rocked, moved and screamed of longing and soon it wasn't only that that screamed. He came behind her, collapsing onto her. Afraid that his body was too heavy for her he rolled away and held her hands instead.

"You okay?"

"Yeah"

It had been over quickly, they didn't deny that, but they had all time to make up for it later. Snuggling, they fell a sleep close to each other and didn't wake up until a couple of hours later – when Aaron screamed…