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The city was filled with people and the general atmosphere was not a very cheerful one. Owen lead Claire to a nice place on the beach. It was small and did not look very touristy but the food turned out to be great (or she was really hungry) and the coffee was not bad either.

"Do you come here often?" Claire asked trying to keep all traces of jealous accusation out of her voice.

"No. I didn't use to leave the island that much. No need to."

"Horny tourists just flocked your way , huh?" Damn, that was as long as she could keep cool for.

"Of course they did, I'm irresistible."

Claire squinted. Yes, he was pretty damn attractive and now that she was thinking about it, she really did not want to get into an argument with him on account of that.

"I guess I'm just jealous that your sex life is a lot more animated than mine."

"Was more animated."

"What's that supposed to mean? It got stale with me?"

"No…it means we have the exact same sex life now considering that it only includes each other."

"Right. That."

"We are exclusive, right?"

"Owen, I've been exclusive to myself for three years, what do you think?"

"I think that ability to hold out is going to come in handy."

"What?"

"I have to leave first thing tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Washington. I've been called in."

"Can't you postpone?"

"I've been officially called in for duty."

"But you're no longer in the Navy, are you?"

"Well…it's complicated. Technically I became unaffiliated with the army when InGen hired me but the research was partially financed by Homeland Security and now that the shit hit the fan, they want to ask me some questions. "

"Oh God! You were really doing military research in the park?!"

"Sort of."

"What does this mean for us?"

"Expensive phone bills?" he smiled.

"What time do you have to leave?"

"The plane leaves at seven. Barry will pick me up at four."

"When did you talk to Barry?"

"Around the same time your sister called. You were fast asleep in the car."

Claire's green eyes darkened immediately.

"You've known since before we got off the island and only bothered to tell me now?"

"I was waiting for the right time."

"Really? Right time ?! It wasn't the right to tell me you were leaving before we… ?"

"I actually intended to but you kind of surprised me with that."

"You're unbelievable!"

Claire got up from the chair and stormed out. Owen watched her walk towards the ocean. He paid the check but decided not to follow her. He expected her to be upset but now he was getting worried he didn't have time to fix it before he had to go. It felt as if he had been punched in the gut. Badly. Then her text lighted up his screen some forty minutes late.

"Get back here. Now."

He could tell she was still angry. Yet she wanted to see him. Even if her intention was to raise hell it would still be a whole lot better of his current situation. He thought he would do anything to make amends with her and not leave it like this so when he showed up at the hotel door with a big bouquet of roses he was prepared for the worst.

Claire opened the door to let him in but instead of a greeting she turned her back to him and hurried towards the bathroom. He noticed his duffle bag neatly packed by the table and felt his knees becoming very soft. She wanted him to leave. As he placed the roses on the table he noticed a whole bunch of crumbled tissues and only then it dawned on him that apart from being angry, Claire was hurt. Of his doing. She had been crying.

"I'm sorry, Claire." He said standing outside the bathroom door.

To his surprise, the door opened and he was faced with her green, teary eyes.

"I got you roses."

"I hate roses. They remind me of funerals. But thank you."

"What are your favourite flowers?"

"What? Why would you ask me that?"

"I have a hunch I may do some other stupid things along the way and the information might come in handy."

She smiled and he was suddenly relieved. She wasn't adverse to continuing what they had started.

"Daisies."

"Noted. I see you have packed for me."

"Throwing your stuff out the window seemed like an exaggeration. Right now my entire reaction seems like one anyway. I don't know what is wrong with me."

"Considering how the last few days have been for you, I'd say nothing. There is nothing wrong with you. You need to be angry for all that has happened and my mistake was the last drop. I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner, Claire. I guess I was afraid you would not get attached to me if you knew I had to go so soon."

"Unless 'getting attached' is your euphemism for 'going to bed', that had happened long before we got off the island."

"I don't use euphemisms. And I am very fond of you too."

Claire managed to change her entire posture in under a second. Owen could literally see her recompose herself as if a spell had been cast by his words. She seemed once more the strong, secure, sometimes pig headed manager . But it was too late, he had already realised that inside she was fragile and it was his responsibility not to break her.

"All right, you had the upper hand by knowing how much time we have now it's my turn. There are roughly fourteen hours until we have to part and how we spend them is my call. Is that all right with you?"

"Well, yes, but to be fair how we have spent our time thus far has also been your call. I hope."

"Yes. Now, how many hours do you need to sleep?"

"You are not seriously making a schedule around my nap time."

"That is not an answer. And, yes, I am going to draw a plan taking your sleep hours into consideration."

"Are you going to also schedule sex? Am I going to have a limited time for that as well?"

"Well you can't possible go at it from now until it is time to leave, can you?"

He was thrown. And very turned on.

"If you let me use these (he held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers) and this (he stuck out his tongue) I can keep you going. "

She tried to give him a stern look but the mental images made her gently bite her lower lip. He noticed and carefully closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her hips. She moved away but he could see she was flushed.

Claire took the hotel stationary and pen from one of the drawers and went over to the round table it. She started writing on the piece of paper, slightly bent over the wooden surface. Owen found himself wanting her badly. He knew it would even turn out to be a really hot sex episode or a really heated argument with her if she found his approach in bad taste but he still thought it was worth trying so he followed her, plastered his body over hers and taking the pen from her hand wrote "1. Hot sex on the table". He paused for a few seconds before adding a question mark to that.

Claire took the pen from him and turned around to look at him. As their eyes met he could not read her at all. She looked as if she were angry but then raised her face, placed her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. It was very soft and sensuous, almost virginal and the thought that she might arouse him only to deny him as retaliation for not telling her he was leaving crossed his mind. When she bit his lower lip before breaking the kiss and walking away he sure that was the case. Yet before he could react in any way she was back and slammed a condom on the table.

"Claire?..."

She looked him straight in the eye letting him know she meant business. He could not for the life of him figure out what that business was. Then she resumed her position over the table, took the pen, drew a line over 'hot sex' and wrote 'HARD FUCK' under it.

Owen gasped. His first thought was to clear out exactly what she meant but then he realised she might not be comfortable talking about it so he decided to ask the bare minimum:

"Here?"

She just nodded which let him now that indeed sparking up a conversation about this was not an option. He went to the bedroom and returned with one of the pillows.

"Put this under you." He said giving it to her.

"Can you read?"

"No need to be mean, baby." He pulled her up into his arms, her back to him kissed her neck, caressed her arms and removed her shirt and bra. He placed the pillow on the table and as he gently pushed her down he whispered "humour me, please" into her ear. He could feel that she was tightly wound and understood that apart from her attraction to him she needed this as an outlet. He figured it was preferable to her crying so he didn't say anything when she awkwardly fidgeted to take off her pants and underwear without facing him and when they were as low as she could get them he kneeled down and helped her out of them. Claire bent and settled on the pillow and complied when he spread her legs but when his tongue managed to just brush her clit she pulled away.

"You either don't understand the concept or are really bad at it."

He got up and removed all his clothes then bent over her when his lips were no more than an inch from her ear he said:

"Insulting me is not going to make me fuck any harder than I already intend to. But for that, we need your pussy to be very wet and since we don't have any lube I can get you ready using my mouth or my hands. Or…you can use your own fingers if you think you'll do a better job. I'd surely love to watch that."

Claire relished in the feel of his body pressing her down. As he spoke she felt a gush of liquid rushing to her core so she turned her head slowly :

"I don't think any of that is necessary."

He gently nibbled her ear while his right hand went right between her legs to verify her assessment. She was indeed wet but he wanted her soaked so he started to rub the already existing moisture between her folds.

"Owen…" she tried to make it sound like a warning but it came out more like a plea.

"Want it that bad, huh?" he asked and pushed two fingers inside her.

She gasped and he allowed her a split second to get used to the feeling before starting to move his hand in and out of her, increasing his speed as his palm slammed between her legs every time he pushed in. Claire couldn't figure out what was more arousing, the feel of what he was doing to her or that rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh but she was getting closer and closer to orgasm and really wanted him properly inside her.

"Need help getting hard?" she asked out of breath and he started to laugh.

"What do you think?" he had removed his hand and the tip of his cock pushed against her pussy.

Claire just pushed herself back trying to engulf him but she was so utterly wet and slippery that his erection moved up and ended up perfectly in line with her other hole.

"No, no, no." she tensed up.

"Don't worry, none of that now." Owen said before slipping on the condom. He then used his hand to position himself right, took hold of her hips and slammed into her.

"Finally!" she exclaimed and it turned out to be the last thing she got to get out coherently as he began to forcefully pound into her faster and faster. It was everything she wanted and more. He was relentlessly riding her and she was really thankful he had taken the time to make sure she was really prepared for this. Even so she imagined some soreness following this but she loved it nonetheless. Soon felt her orgasm building up and bit into the pillow beneath her but when she was finally there she let out some unintelligible swear words and slapped her palms so hard against the table that they were immediately very sore. Owen slowed down when he knew she was done but kept on going, thrusting deep until he reached his own release.

When he returned from the bathroom where he had gone to throw out the protection he found her sitting on the floor by the table, holding the pillow. He put on his boxers and sitting next to her placed his arms around her. She leaned into the embrace and they just sat like that for long minutes.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked nuzzling her ear.

She just clung to him and hid her face in the nape of his neck.