A/N: I had fully intended to be done with this fic, but this came to me in the middle of the night one night and wouldn't let me sleep until it was written and posted. A little glimpse into Claire and Owen's morning after. This was a fun little piece to write, hope you enjoy! Short lemon ahead!
Claire awoke the next morning to the weight of Owen's heavy arm draped across her ribcage, his large palm pressed around one breast, fingers gently cradling the soft globe of flesh. She purred happily at the warmth of his touch, the warmth of his still-sleeping breath on the nape of her neck, and the undeniable insistently enthusiastic prodding of him against her rump. She sighed, settling deeper into her lover's embrace, letting out a small chuckle when he snored in kind. Experimentally she wriggled, grinding her hips back against him, and felt him shudder. He groaned, and his arm around her tightened as if to draw her further closer, pressing her back into his broad chest. He kneaded her breast like a cat might a blanket; flexing and tightening his fingers around the flesh, working her nipple between his large fingers, and she let out a little moan, rewarding him by grinding up against him with renewed enthusiasm. He let out a sleepy, pleasured groan and pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder that made her skin tingle delightfully.
"You're up awfully early." His voice dripped with his trademark sarcasm and dry humor, tinged with sleep, and she knew his eyes were still closed. His hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach, stopping between her thighs to worry the flesh there. She sighed contentedly and arched against him with a purr.
"I could say the same about you," she mused, pressing herself into his hand with a small moan. He busied himself with trailing kisses up her neck from shoulder to hairline, stopping to nibble the shell and lobe of her ear.
"Early to bed, early to…rise," he intoned, pressing a pair of fingers into her slick heat. Claire gasped and moaned.
"Well, you certainly…rise…to the occasion," she quipped playfully. Finding words became harder to do as he nibbled her neck, pausing to bite down at the juncture where it met her shoulder. She could feel his grin as her pulse accelerated at his ministrations, her breathing growing increasingly uneven as climax approached. "Oh, Owen…" His thumb came to circle the nub at her center and she let out a loud groan, torn between grinding forwards against his hand and backwards against his member. Her body decided for her and pushed her hips forwards into his delightful torment, a wonderful liquid heat building at her core and spreading to every extremity. His breath was delightfully warm on her ear, and he nipped it as he whispered.
"God, Claire, you're so gorgeous. I love you," He growled out, gaining intensity and speed. Claire cried out as orgasm wracked her, sending shockwaves through her with his affirmations of love. She hardly had time to recover before he'd snagged a condom from the bedside table and rolled her beneath him. She cried out anew as he entered her, driving deep, fast, and hard, moaning her name amid countless declarations of love. He rained kisses down on her, catching her lips when he could, driving in to her like a man wild. Claire's legs wrapped around his, preventing him from pulling back too far, and she clung tightly to him, answering his declarations with moans and cries and "I love you" in kind until a final screaming of his name brought him careening over the edge with her. He dropped on top of her, spent, mumbling praise and words of love. She clung to him and kissed his brow, murmuring love, until he had fallen back to sleep on top of her, snoring contentedly.
"I love you, Owen Grady," she whispered, drifting off again herself. "I love you."