"What the fuck?" Owen growled, stepping sideways, shutting the door slightly so Andrew couldn't see inside.

"Are you serious?" Andrew hissed, eyebrows furrowing in anger.

"Dead serious." Owen grumbled, reaching through the crack in the door to snatch the bag out of Andrew's hand. He went to close the door, but Andrew's palm slapped against it.

Owen shook his head, glancing over his shoulder as he heard Claire turn the water on in the kitchen, cleaning up from their dinner. "You so much as piss her off right now I will toss your ass in the lagoon for the Mosasaurus."

Andrew stretched his neck to try and look around Owen, but he couldn't see or hear Claire.

"Like I said, she's a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions. Walk away and leave her alone. You fucked up and she moved on."

"Then let her tell me that." Andrew demanded, folding his arms against his chest, making it clear that he wasn't going to budge.

"Fine." Owen huffed, turning to call for Claire over his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" She called back from the kitchen.

He didn't answer her, unsure of what to actually say.

"Owen?" Her voice sounding alarmed because he didn't answer her. She stepped beside him, the door blocking her view of who was on the other side. "What? Did they make a mistake with the ice cream?" She asked, hand light on his arm as she reached for the bag in his hand.

Starring up at the ceiling, Owen opened the door, causing Claire to gasp and tighten her robe around herself. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I saw Edgar in the elevator. He said the ice cream was for you, so I figured that meant you were upset. You always eat a pint of ice cream when you're stressed."

Owen rolled his eyes and snorted. "She's not upset and it isn't intended to be—" Owen cut off with a sharp hiss from Claire's elbow in his rips.

She shifted slipping her body in front of Owen, forcing him back behind the door. "All this just sort of happened," Claire bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. She didn't regret any of it and she wasn't about to apologize for it either. "I don't owe you an explanation, I don't even know why you thought you could weasel your way into my place with a pint of ice cream. You chose the door. You didn't expect me to sit and wait for you, did you? Go home, Andrew." Claire shut the door, not caring what else he had to say.

Owen stood watching Claire closely as she turned towards him. He studied her face for any sign of regret. "You ok?"

Taking a deep breath, Claire's eyes dropped to the bag in Owen's hands. "We're really not eating that?"

"HA!" Owen laughed loudly, stepping towards Claire and pulled her into his arms. "You're ready for dessert already?"

Claire nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip, the man on the other side of the door completely forgotten. Her mind wrapped around Owen, her heart screamed for Owen.

He didn't need to ask twice, his lips met hers as his hands slipped into the opening of her robe, arms wrapping around her waist. Owen backed her up until she bumped into the table, hands strong on her hips he lifted her up so she was perched on the table.

Standing back, Owen placed the bag beside Claire, using his index fingers to push her robe open enough to slip off her shoulders. His lips moving across her collarbone caused Claire to moan out loud, her hands dropping to his belt buckle. Owen was quick to stop her, fingers wrapped around her wrists and pulling them away.

"Not yet." He growled against her skin, causing her to shiver.

He knew she was going to argue, he heard her take a breath before she spoke, but his lips occupied hers, swallowing every word she was going to say.

Blindly, Owen reached for the bag at Claire's hip, pulling the ice cream out and patted the table, knowing he sat a spoon on it somewhere. Fingers brushed against the handle of the spoon and he was able to get the ice cream open without breaking the kiss, Claire's legs tightly wrapped around his waist as she moved against him, humming into his mouth.

Owen pulled back, breaking the kiss and pulling a groan of protest from Claire. Smiling, he pulled the spoon out of the ice cream, letting the cold end brush across her breast. Gasping, Claire shuttered from the cold, biting her lip to keep from calling out as Owen's warm mouth covered the cold that the spoon left behind and immediately setting her skin on fire.

Leaning back on her hands, Claire's elbows buckled as Owen continued the hot and cold torture across her breasts and down her stomach, not stopping until he was kneeling between her thighs. The cold spoon spread ice cream across her skin and Owen was quick to clean it off.

Unable to hold her weight anymore, Claire let her arms give out, her back falling to the table while Owen set every inch of her body into a war between hot and cold. For the third time Claire's body rocked with ecstasy.

Owen stood up and placed the half melted container of ice cream beside Claire's hip and leaned over her, kissing her cheek softly. "How are you doing?" He mumbled against her skin.

Claire was silent, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow as she wallowed in the high she was feeling. She was getting tired, but she wasn't about to cave just yet. She knew a grand finale was on the way, she just had to convince Owen to make it sooner rather than later.

Touching her cheek lightly, Owen began to wonder if she actually conked out on him. He was just about to pick her up and take her to bed, but she sighed heavily, sitting up on her own, eyes still shut.

Owen cupped her face in his hands, smiling at himself. She was exhausted.

Blinking her eyes open, Claire smiled, her eyes immediately locking with Owen's. "Is it my turn yet?" She asked, reaching for the ice cream that looked more like a container of soup now.

Owen shook his head. "No, it's all melted now." He said, reaching to the container, but Claire pulled away before he could grab it.

"Well that's not fair! Why did you ask me what my favorite flavor was if I wasn't going to eat it?" She laughed as she looked down at the melted mess in her hand. "Or in this case, drink it."

"Put it in the freezer so it'll refreeze."

Claire shook her head, her eyes sweeping across Owen's bare chest.

Owen took a small step back. "What do you have going on in that mind of yours?"

Biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling, Claire stepped with Owen. His hands flying out to wrap around her wrists, keeping whatever devilish plan she had forming at bay. "Take your pants off." She demanded.

Owen shook his head.

Fighting the hold on her wrist that held the ice cream, she was able to get free. Tilting the carton just enough to a few drops landed on his jeans.

"Claire!" Owen yelled, trying to jump away from her.

She let out a loud hackle and jumped towards him, splashing more on his pants. "Take your pants off." She repeated.

"Give me the ice cream." Owen countered.

Claire shook her head, her gaze dropping to his belt buckle.

"Oh, fine." He huffed and she relinquished the container, her hands immediately moving to his buckle.

With Owen now in possession of the sticky mess, he smirked tipping the container until melted chocolate trickled down Claire's chest, between her breasts and down her stomach.

"Owen!" Claire complained, the liquid still fairly cold.

"You started it." He said, pointing down at the mess she made on his jeans.

Claire let go of Owen's pants and shimmied them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers. She tried grabbing the container out of his hands, but he was quicker, holding it above his head so she couldn't reach it.

Huffing, Claire looked down at the mess dripping down her stomach and swept her hands across her skin, lapping up a hand full of melted ice cream and immediately slapping her messy hand across his ribs.

Owen grunted through gritted teeth, surprised that he didn't see that coming. He held his breath as she swept her tongue across his skin, cleaning up the mess she made.

Claire was soft with her touch, tender with her kisses on his skin. Owen stepped backwards, his head spinning in the joy of her on his skin. The counter stopping his steps, he abandoned the carton on the counter beside him as his hands gripped the edge in an attempt to stay upright.

Smiling against Owen's chest, Claire spotted the discarded carton and slowly reached for it with her free hand, the other slipping under the waistband of his boxers.

With Owen's head leaning back, eyes closed, she lifted the chocolate mess, tipping it until a large amount slid down his chest. Owen called out, surprised from the sudden waterfall of cold liquid on his skin.

Claire giggled as she began following the flow of melted ice cream down his stomach. He wanted to stop her. He wanted to remind her that this was about her, not him, but her talent had him forgetting how to talk.

It was his turn to have his body shake with his release and Claire stood up, a chocolate mess that had Owen laughing when he was able to regain his composure.

Claire knew she was a mess and she couldn't help but laugh along with him. "I think we both need a shower." She said looking at her palm covered in chocolate and slapped it against a clean spot on his chest.

Owen laughed, looking down at the perfect handprint she left behind. "Putting your mark on me?" Owen chuckled, stepping forward and pulling Claire into his arms.

Claire shrugged. "Something like that." She said with a giggle.

He kissed her softly and Claire could immediately feel them getting carried away, so she stepped back, immediately turning to walk towards her bathroom. "I'm not making a mess anywhere else. We are showering first." She said over her shoulder.

Owen followed after her, the mess in the kitchen forgotten.

The shower water was warm and Owen stood back, watching Claire immediately rubbing her skin to try and make herself less sticky. This was her first time every playing around with food and while the process was fun, she hated the after feel.

Owen's hands replaced hers, soap already lathered on his, ready to clean off her skin. She melted against the shower wall, loving the feel of his hands on her. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever not want him to touch her. He may be playing off a tease he started to get her to sleep in, but he was spoiling her and she demanded more.

When Owen was finished, Claire took it upon herself to start cleaning up Owen. With her focused on removing the chocolate from his chest and stomach, he let his hands travel, immediately honing in on her center.

The second she was finished cleaning him up, he gripped her hips, lifting her into his arms, their lips fighting for dominance. Owen knew she had been fighting him all night, so he relinquished the power to her and she immediately took over. Her hand reaching between them and she guided him to where she wanted him the most.

The shower ran cold, cooling their bodies down from their ecstasy.

Still wrapped around Owen, Claire let her head drop to his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed. Owen knew she was spent, her body relaxing in his arms.

He stepped out of the shower carefully so to not slip with Claire still wrapped around him. Patting her thigh, she sighed heavily, but unwound her legs from his hips.

Owen stepped away from her, her body swaying from exhaustion as he reached for a towel. He knew he should feel bad for how exhausted she looked, but he felt triumphant.

He was able to wrap a towel around her shoulders and one around his hips before Claire stepped towards him, doing her best to keep her eyes open, and wrapped her arms around him.

Moving quickly, Owen managed to mostly dry the both of them off. He hung the towels back up and scooped Claire into his arms where she immediately melted against him, arms tight around his neck and her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her cheek softly, moving his lips to her ear. "Do you want to get dressed?"

Claire shook her head. "Just bed." She mumbled.

Settling Claire into bed, she curled up, sighing heavily, sleep finally taking over. Owen kissed her forehead and turned to quickly clean up the kitchen so they wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning.

Claire moaned when she felt Owen slip into bed behind her, his arm dropping over her hip. "Where'd you go?" She mumbled, half asleep.

"To clean up." He said kissing her shoulder. "Go to sleep. I'm right here."

The 5am rang loud in Owen's ear. He grumbled against the sound, unhappy that it disturbed his sleep. That is, until he realized it was Claire's alarm, trying to wake her up for her morning run. Owen laid still, his arm like a statue against her hip as the alarm rang loud through the room.

Claire mumbled an incoherent "shut it off," as she turned her body, trying her face into Owen's chest.

Though her words were muffled, he still understood what she was trying to say and obligently turned off her alarm. He felt her body relax against his, her breath immediately evening out as she fell back to sleep.

It was an hour later did Owen's alarm rang through his phone. A last warning that they needed to get up and face the day. Owen stretching his body, yawning as he forced himself to wake up. He blinked a few timed before realizing Claire was still fast asleep in his arms, breathing evenly as she slept, deep in slumber. He, in fact, had made her sleep in. Proud of his accomplishment, he leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder, trailing soft kisses across her collarbone. She hummed in her sleep, approving his sweet tempt on waking her up.

"It's after six." He hummed in her ear, trailing kisses along her jaw.

"No way." Claire mumbled, doing all she could to open her eyes.

"I did it, Claire Dearing. I made you sleep in." He whispered against her ear.

"No." She denied, eyes still sealed shut.

"No?" Owen questioned, raising an eyebrow, even though she couldn't see. "I do believe you are over an hour late for your morning run, Ms. Dearing." He said, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

"So what." She mumbled, turning away from him, curling her body into a ball as she continued to sleep.

Owen didn't argue, he wrapped himself around her as he fell back to sleep, the women he adored wrapped tightly in his arms.

Claire opened her eyes, groaning at the unfamiliar beeping sound coming from somewhere behind her. She stretched, smiling to herself, feeling Owen behind her. Her eyes shut, trying to fall back to sleep and doing her best to ignore whatever that sound was.

The beeping got louder and Claire rolled over so she was facing Owen, poking at his shoulder. "Owen," she hissed. "Hey! What is that!"

"Hmm?" Owen mumbled, flopping onto his back as he snored lightly.

"Ugh!" Claire groaned as she leaned over him to try and find the source of the beeping. "Owen, it's your phone!" She snapped, shaking his shoulder until he woke up.

She watched as Owen felt for his phone, eyes still closed. "Just hit the off button. It's my alarm." He mumbled, doing his best to try and pry his eyes open.

Claire looked back down at Owen's phone, doing a quick double take at the clock. "Oh my God, Owen!" Claire shrieked, jumping off the bed.

"Huh? What?!" Owen sprung up, eyes wild as he looked around for some sort of threat.

"I have fifteen minutes to get to work!" She yelled, practically diving into her closet to get dressed.

Owen didn't even bother to hide his laughter. "Told you I'd get you to sleep in!" He teased.

"You turned my alarm off!" She accused, poking her head out of the closet.

"You told me to."

Stepping out of the closet, Claire paused on the way to the bathroom, hands flying to her hips. "No I didn't!"

Owen nodded, crossing his legs on the bed as he watched her. "Face it, Claire. I got you to sleep in. You would have clearly heard your alarm."

Reaching up to rub her eyes, she tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. He was right. Damn it, he was right.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to sleep in this much!"

Owen snorted, "Didn't hear you complaining last night."

Claire rolled her eyes and continued into the bathroom.

"You mind if I do laundry? I'm not walking downstairs with chocolate all over my pants… thanks to you."

He could hear Claire giggle from the bathroom. "Yeah, it's fine." She said, stepping out of the bathroom.

Owen's eyes went right to her hair, where it's usually pin straight, she had it set in loose curls.

"You gave me no time to straighten it." She snapped and went to move by him to grab her bag, but his arm shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist.

"I like it like that." He said, pulling her into him and kissing her softly.

"I have to go. I really have to go." She mumbled against his lips.

She froze as she watched him get out of bed, her eyes following him as he walked into the kitchen where his clothes were left. He picked up the pile and turned towards her. She swallowed hard, pointing behind her. "The closet at the end of the hall is the washer and dryer." She pointed out, the fact that she was going to have him sitting in her apartment naked while he waited for his clothes to be washed, had her wishing she could call into work and tell them she'd be late. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she let out a small whimper. She had to go in.

"Lock up before you leave!" She called down the hall. Owen walked back towards her and took her into his arms.

"Lunch?"

Claire nodded, her phone buzzing once more. "I have to go." She whispered and reached up to kiss him.