Thank you all for reading, following, reviewing and being patient with me. I hope you enjoy this (a lot of fluff with a bit of conflict), all opinions are always welcome.

"That looks … weird." Claire said coming out of the bathroom to see her breakfast on a much too big white plate.

"I don't think they were expecting so many visitors at the same time so they improvised. Or they are fans of the British who have baked beans and sausage early in the morning. " Owen said and as he looked at Claire he could not help notice that she was only wearing a towel. A rather short one though there were bath robes on the bathroom door.

"I can't eat beans ! I'll…"

"Fart?"

"Owen, seriously, stop saying everything out loud."

"I'm not saying everything out loud. I was just saving you from searching for the right euphemism"

"I was going to say I'll get bloated."
"That would be unfortunate because it could make your current clothing fall off."

"I am going to get dressed before eating."

"Your only change of clothes is in the bathroom. If that had indeed been your plan we would not be having this conversation."

"You are freakishly attentive to details."

"Seeing you almost naked somehow gets my utmost attention. So… why are you almost naked?"

"Because I just had a shower!"

"Ok. I'll go have one too. Eat something." He went over to where she was standing and leaned in to kiss her. She placed her arms around her neck and hungrily engaged in that kiss. Owen responded , his hands wrapping around her and pulling her closer still. Her breath smelled like vodka which he found strange but decided not to investigate on the spot. Instead, he picked her up and made for the bedroom. She lay on her back on the bed looking at him as he undressed and when he raised an eyebrow at her tiny towel she got rid of it, revealing not only her body but also a condom. He wondered if she was ever not prepared or without a plan.

"Hold on to that for a while" he said and she realised he still had his boxers on.

"Owen…"

He picked up her right leg and kissed her ankle, then her calf, then he got on his knees on the bed and looked in her eyes.

"May I?"

"Only if you promise to let me do that to you later."

"Deal. Though I am very curious how you got from 'it's off the table' to this attitude."

"I got from 'I never want to see you again' to our current state. A girl can change her mind."

"Oh you always wanted to see me again."
Claire wanted to argue but before she could say anything his mouth was on her. It was very different than before . Whether it was because of the change in position or because her flesh had become very sensitive from their recent endeavours, reality was that she felt everything he did very acutely. His strokes, though gentle, almost hurt her. Suddenly she didn't feel so good and started to feel sweat forming on her forehead . Something insider her made a bubbly noise and by the time she figured out what was really going on it was too late to do anything else than break away from him, turn on her stomach and empty its contents on the floor. She hadn't eaten in almost two days so it wasn't much.

"Kill me now." Claire said once she caught her breath.

"Look at the bright side, now farting in front of me will seem like nothing at all."

She could not help a smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

"I do. You've been drinking. Vodka. On an empty stomach."

"Obviously not empty enough."

Owen got up and reaching out his hand helped her up as well.

"I need a shower and you need to wash your hair again."

"Oh God…"

Again she wanted to argue but didn't know what to say. She was feeling so miserable at that moment that she just followed him, didn't even look as he removed his boxers and did not twitch when the water hit her skin. He caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes. She seemed to enjoy the feeling so he decided to let her be for a while and wash himself. The feel of the water pouring on her, the sense of his motions only a few inches from her, the smell of the shower gel all gave her a wonderfully intimate, cosy feeling. One she couldn't remember having before with anyone. His hands took hold of her shoulders and turned her around then gently rinsed her hair. On instinct she leaned back so he placed his arms around her and kissed her right shoulder. Claire wished she could stay in that exact moment forever. Since that was not possible and she was feeling wretched for throwing up she turned around to face Owen and, without opening her eyes squatted down. He turned the water off.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but you have a unique way of killing the magic. "

Claire was thrown and by the time she opened her eyes he was wearing a towel around his waist while he was drying his hair with another. She tried to stand up but found that she was still feeling rather queasy so she placed her hand on the warm tile.

"Hey! You ok?" he asked extending a hand to her.

"I'm fine!" she shouted , pushing it away.

"Ok." He exited the bathroom.

It took her a good ten minutes to come out.

"I see you found the robes." He said. He sounded mad and she couldn't figure out why. She was the one entitled to be upset.

"What is wrong you?!"

"With me? I'm not the one who…" he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I called room cleaning."

He opened the door and a very young girl came in with a big cart full of products. Owen had not dressed yet and she obviously could not take her eyes away from him. After a few awkward seconds, Claire pointed to the bedroom and the maid disappeared into it.

"You should eat something." Owen said

"I'm not feeling so well."

"Why on Earth did you drink? And where did you find vodka?"

"It wasn't vodka, it was some local liquor. There is a mini bar in the bathroom.'

"Again, why?"

"Because I'm generally uptight, Owen. I don't just wear tiny towels and spread my legs even if I want to do it when you are around."

"So you need to chemically lower your inhibitions?"

"Don't analyse my behaviour like that! I am not one of your damn raptors!"

"Are you mine at all, Claire?"

"What?!" she looked at him in disbelief. His voice sounded somewhat defeated. " I've been throwing myself at you in all possible ways for the past twenty four hours. I have done things I … I feel like slapping that little maid just because she looked at you that way. "

"Flattering but do you care about more than that ? Or are you just making up for the past three chaste years?"

"Wha … Owen… are you insecure about this?"

"Not insecure, I just want to be sure what this is because I'm not fond of being anybody's boy toy."

"Boy toy?! You're all man, trust me."

"Thanks."

The hotel employee was pushing her cart towards the door so Owen went into the bedroom and came back with five dollars he handed to her. Claire frowned.

"She did a very good job." he said.

"Look, " Claire said coming in front of him " I am … I really like …"

"Sex?"

"With you. I like sex with you, Owen. But that's because I feel safe with you. God knows why since you just say stuff that makes me uncomfortable and you pretty much humiliated with your rejection in the shower but I , you know, feel … stuff with you. For you."

"So what's with the oral fixation?"

"It's not a fixation! You did it for me and I want to do it back."

"You don't have to."

"Am I that bad at it?"

"Well, you're not a pro but that's not it. The moment was just … wrong. I mean you just threw up, testing your gag reflex is not the greatest idea."

"How can you be so rational about this? I only look at you and I want to … jump on you."

"Oh, I am all for the jumping" he said caressing her cheek "but I want more than that. I feel stuff for you too. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings just now."

"I forgive you. But you have to admit I give more original apologies."

"I'm not even considering touching you again until you've had a proper meal and I can see you are all right. Tell you what, if you are really that adverse to beans, let's go out and find something."

"Like a date?"

"No, on a date I would try to convince you to sleep with me. I mean to use this time to show that I have my merits outside the bedroom."

"Owen, I am really really sorry if I have led you to believe that all I see in you is a great lover, there is so much more to you that I admire ." She was serious and he couldn't come up with a smart come-back to that. He wanted to give the impression he didn't really care but with her green eyes fixed on him he couldn't. It would have felt like lying and he had promised her the truth.

"I hope so." He said . It was how he really felt.