Thank you all for reading, reviewing and being patient with my updates. I had big plans with this story in December but life got in the way so instead of several chapters culminating with a Christmas special chapter there is only this one, completely un-related to the holiday but filled with nothing but M content. Hope you enjoy!

"So…is this what you needed alcohol for?" Owen asked after a while.

"What?"

"When you came out of the shower smelling of moonshine, were you in the mood for a hard fuck and didn't know how to ask for one?"

"No."

"Aren't you going to tell me what you wanted?"

"No."

"Are you going to write it down if I bring you pen and paper?"

"Owen…"

"Show me then."

"God, you are relentless!"

"So give in to me then."

"How have I not?"

"What did you want?" he asked again, gently nibbling her ear.

"Nothing very spectacular."

Owen growled. "So why not tell me?"

"I don't know, we seem to be withholding information today."

"Ouch. You know, I have military training in interrogation. I could get that intel out of you."

Claire sat up to look at him. She held her arm over her breasts and looked nervous.

"I'm kidding." He said suddenly alarmed.

"Oh…" she sounded disappointed and he became unsure about whether he should push to see how she really feels on the matter. He decided not to but also got on his knees and gently kissedvher cheek before whispering :

"If you tell me what you wanted we still have time to do it. And maybe practice till we get it right. "

His breath on her skin felt hot and even though moments before she was convinced that she was done and could not possibly get aroused again it was starting to be obvious that he really could keep her going probably up to the point where she would literally pass out.

"You got it perfect the first time." She whispered back.

"But you still won't say it."

" Is showing you off the table?"

"Nothing is off the table for you."

She didn't expect that from him and even though it was supposed to be reassuring, she was suddenly feeling out of sorts since there were so many things she felt she would not be able to give him. Owen noticed she had become very grave all of a sudden. He had pushed too far without really meaning to.

"I don't intend to sleep. I'll do that on the plane. I'll follow whatever program you draw up." He leaned in and kissed her cheek then got up and walked over to the window.

"What are you doing?" her voice genuinely sounded confused so he turned and looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"It's almost like you are bi-polar."
"Huh?"

"You push to find out what my phantasy was one moment and then you suddenly no longer care and yield to me."

"I do care but I got an idea of what it was and I don't want to push you."

"You're annoying."

"Why is that? Do you like me to be pushy and relentless? Do you want me to chase you?" his eyes narrowed and an adorable wicked smile played on his lips.

"What?! No…" Claire was holding tighter to the pillow all of a sudden feeling painfully aware of the fact that he was covered while she was completely nude with no clothes or sheet within reach.

"Ok. All you have do is ask. Or write. "

"Fine. " she motioned to get up and he closed the distance between them extending his arm. She clumsily took it, all the while hanging on to the pillow.

"Want me to turn around while you put something on?"

"God you are infuriating!"

"Why?"

"Can you just do it without asking? Seriously !"

"Ok, now I'm not going to do it at all."

"Owen!"

"What?"

Claire thought but for a second before throwing the pillow straight in Owen's face and running to the bed to cover herself in a robe.

"You didn't!" he exclaimed laughing and followed her into the bedroom.

"Didn't what?" she was looking at him from behind half clad lashes.

"You attacked me without proper cause. I think I am even entitled to retaliate."

"Oh?..." she could not get her head around how much this was turning her on.

"I mean first you hit me, then you flee and then, to make everything worse, you hide your beautiful body from me."

"You're dressed. Sort of."

"Well, in all fairness, your uncovered form is a sight for sore eyes while my post-coital dangly junk … not so much."

"And you think your pre-coital form is beautiful."

His eyes narrowed and she realised he might actually be offended by her assessment.

"I don't mean you in particular, in general … male genitalia are not that aesthetically pleasing."

"Are you seriously telling me about the penises of your former lovers?"

"What? No! God no! "

"Well, a very disturbing image is now on my retina and I really, really need to …" he didn't finish, instead undid the tie that was keeping her robe around her and gently slid it off her shoulders.

"Owen…" she wanted it to sound like a warning but it didn't.

"Now, about that completely uncalled for attack…" his voice let her know he was planning to do something to her.

"I'm just not that comfortable being naked. I'm sorry." She didn't really mean to turn things serious but that had just come out of her mouth. It also happened to be the truth.

Owen picked up the robe and held it out to her but as she reached for it she realised that what she really wanted was for him to keep playing. The promise of a retaliation gave her butterflies and as she was painfully aware of how little time they had left to be with each other she took the garment and tentatively threw it at him.

"Wha..?!"

"You've lost your touch, Mr Grady. A second affront and you seem to be unable to take any action."

To say he was thrilled was an understatement. With no further hesitation he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Oh, I'll give you my touch Miss Dearing."

Claire had landed on her back and was trying to squirm her way up to the pillows while keeping her legs glued to each other. Owen allowed her to settle as she wished, then climbed into bed on his knees. He gently picked her right leg up and kissed her ankle. He did the same with the left then pushed both of them up and as she bent her knees she ended up spread wide with her pussy straight in his line of vision. It made her feel terribly uncomfortable and terribly turned on at the same time.

"What don't you like about being eaten out?" he asked and that brought her out of her daze.

"Ummm…I do like that…now."

"You didn't before?"

"Never happened before."

He slid a little on the covers, descending so that his mouth was now only inches from her core.

"Why?" he asked and his hot breath, ironically, made her shiver.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about my former lovers."

"I'm asking about you, not them." He said and his tongue took one long swipe.

Claire jumped up and gathered her legs in her arms. Owen didn't move but looked up at her, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm … we've just … it's really …umm…swampy."

"Get back here." His tone was firm and for one second she thought he might be upset with her. Then she saw his eyes and there was nothing but pure want there.

"Owen … "

"On your back, legs spread." There was the hint of a smile on his lips so she reluctantly complied, all the while considering the option of just bolting towards the bathroom.

"Good girl." He said once she had resumed her prior positon but just as she was bracing herself for feeling his mouth on her he got up and left the bed. Claire wondered if his retribution consisted of making her feel vulnerable and uncomfortable and as he came back holding a small towel she concluded that it was really the case.

"Owen..."

"I have no problem with you swampy but if you do …" he held up the towel.

Claire reached for it but he pulled his arm back and raised an eyebrow.

"You are not seriously going to wash me."

"I am if you'll let me."

"Owen…"

"Relax. Close your eyes."

"I am perfectly capable of doing that myself."
"I know you are. I am asking nicely that you let me do it. You know, as a good will gesture after your previous behaviour."

She swallowed hard and looked away. His plea had reminded her of his leaving and it stung her heart. The moment was so incredibly intimate and in only a few hours she would be left to do everything herself.

"Claire…?" he asked unsure of what her posture meant.

"I'm yours. " was all she said before closing her eyes and settling into the pillows.

"Oh baby, thank you." He whispered and then his hand gently found the moist spot between her legs and wiped it with careful movements. Then he used a corner of the sheet on the bed to dry her up and positioned himself so that his mouth was right over her pink flesh.

"I still don't see how this is getting back at me though." She said, a hint of amusement and anticipation in her voice.

Owens fingers spread her lips and his hot tongue started to treat her sensitive skin as if it were a melting sundae. All reason left her and though she had been sure there was no possible way she could climax again, the feeling was building strong down there. Then he stopped.

"Well, there are two ways to play this. I can either be very , very nice to you so that you will end up feeling wretched for ever being hostile to me or I can drive you right at the edge and then wait for you to beg to get some more. I haven't really decided yet. " And his mouth was down on her again before she could come up with an answer. He definitely knew what he was doing as every time it felt like a little too much he would change something : the pace, the pressure, the spot his attention was concentrated on.

" I don't beg." Was all Claire could get out in a short moment when his tongue had stopped in order to find a new spot to drive her crazy from.

There was a loud slurping sound and then he was over her, his weight supported by his arms, his eyes looking deep into her very confused ones as she had just opened them, startled by the sudden change.

"I guess that leaves me with the being very nice to you option." He kissed her and on instinct she wrapped her arms around him. She realised he tasted of her and that she was ok with that. It felt perfect. Then his mouth started a journey south and if she had been swampy before he had started, she became utterly flooded with anticipation fluids. Her need was growing and she felt that as amazing as his mouth work was, it was not enough to get her over that edge so as he settled back between her legs and resumed the velvety ministrations, she managed to articulate:

"Could you… please…I need you … it …hard."

Owen stopped and looked up at her. She had raised herself on her elbows and was all flushed. Now she wished she hadn't said anything.

"How hard? You want me to … bite you? Spank you?"

She was blinking rapidly trying to make sense of what he was asking.

"Finger you a little rough?"

"No! No, no, no. No!" she was obviously alarmed.

Owen remained silent, waiting for her to calm down and clarify what she wanted.

"Oh God." She covered her eyes with her hand. "I meant to ask if you could maybe get hard, not be hard on me."

Owen couldn't help laughing and that did not help her already growing feeling of embarrassment.

"Never mind." She said and getting up covered herself with a sheet.

"Come on, baby, it's a little funny."

"It's not." She was pouting. Unfortunately the need for him did not seem to be in any way minimised by the small misunderstanding. She literally ached with want.

"I can try to go again but I might need some assistance from you."

"It's fine. We don't have to."

"Claire, we don't have to do anything. But I think we can agree it turns damn awesome when we do. "

"Get a condom."

"Yes ma'am!" he complied and as he returned to the bed he found her face down with her head buried in the pillows. "Your bare ass is a great sight but I might need a little more interaction from you to get things going."

"You'll just mock me."

"You chose the wrong four letter word."

Claire raised her head to look at him. His smart retort made her want him even more.

"Take those off." She said pointing at his boxers.

"Are you going to help at all with this?"

"Fine."

She sat over the covers in the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide, keeping her knees a little bent and her feet planted on the bed. The sight made Owen gasp. Then she reached out her arms and he got on the bed on his knees allowing her to pull down the only piece of clothing he had on. He kissed her deeply but when she once more embraced him he pulled away and sticking his forehead to hers whispered:

"Could you please rub it a little?"

"yes!" she answered and grabbing his length rather forcefully attempted to move her hand up and down but soon realised it wasn't sliding and the sound escaping his mouth was very consistent with the pained look on his face so she stopped.

"I'm so sorry."

Instead of an answer he took her hand and kissed it. Then he held up her palm.

"Don't take this the wrong way but since we don't have any lube, I'm going to spit a little in your hand. Or you can do it."

Without hesitating she produced the natural lubricant and resumed her movements with a lot more success. She could feel the progress beneath her fingers and as his hand found its way between her legs and started to fondle her, the pain that had initially caused her to feel she needed much more than his skilled tongue became more acute.

"Please stop. There is no possible way I could want you any more than I already do." She was completely out of breath and as she was frantically rubbing his length she could feel that instead of getting harder he was going in the opposite direction. Owen did as she asked but also took her wrists in his hands to make her cease her activity as well. She looked first at his face then down between his legs.

"What did I do wrong? Please get hard, please."

He was trying hard not to laugh but a small sound got out anyway and when her green eyes met his he could clearly see that she was in a rather opposite mood, almost in tears.

"Baby, relax a bit. You didn't do anything wrong, I just take some time to recover. "

"Do you want my mouth?"

"When you are this wound-up? Hell, no. What you could do is get on top of me."

"I don't know how to … my inner thigh muscles give out really fast."

"You don't have to stay there all the way through, just till I'm good to take over. Ok?"

"Ok." She answered not very sure of what the was asking of her.

Owen got on his back and she straddled him. He could see on her face how apprehensive she felt.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know what you want me to do."

Even in the heat of the moment with hormones running wild through her she needed a game plan so he used his right hand to place his rather soft penis on his stomach before placing both his hands on her waist .

"I want you to spread your legs wide and slowly rub your deliciously wet and velvety pussy over my dick. I can't give you an exact time estimate as to how long you'll have to do that but I'll do my best to keep it short.'

"Are you mocking me?"

"Only a little."

She slowly did as he had instructed and to her surprise it all felt very natural. His body's response did not fail to become apparent.

"Straighten you back please."

"Are you thinking about my posture now?"

"No, I just really enjoy looking at you from this angle."

"Me?"

"Your boobs. They are attached to you, aren't they?"

"Ah, so woman on top turns you on."

"You on top turn me on."

She could feel he was ready but she kept going, waiting for him to either stop her or penetrate her. He wondered how long she would last since she had been aching for him for quite some time. His cue came as he noticed her struggling to keep her balance.

"Are you tired?"

"A little." She answered even though her muscles hurt and were getting rather shaky.

"Put that on me please." He said pointing to the condom and she was grateful for the break. She had completely forgotten about it.

"Now what?" she asked once she was done.

"What do you want?"

"Seriously? I haven't been clear on that? You want me to beg?"

"You kind of already have."

"Shit! That wasn't…why would you…? I don't … beg."

He was tempted to push it an maybe even win the argument but she had gotten him to the point where his pain matched hers so he chose sex instead of a quarrel. He took hold of her shoulders and rolled with her so that she was now on her back with his large body over her.

"Ready baby?"

"I thought you'd never be." She answered and opened her legs wide allowing him to thrust inside.

"Aaauu!" came out of her mouth and even she was surprised to hear it. He immediately pulled out and searched her face.

"I think I'm a little sore … from before."

He rolled off her and searched her face.

"I'm fine, Owen. It just surprised me, that's all. We can…"

With his eyes never leaving hers he brought his hand between her legs and pushed a finger inside her.

"Does this hurt?"

"No. But you don't have to … I'm ok to…umm…fuck."

„Aham"

His finger had started to move in and out of her while this thumb gently grazed her clit from time to time. With all the tension she had gathered inside her she soon found herself on the verge but still unable to climax. She was looking into his eyes and violently biting her lips, trying hard not to be very loud. When he curled his finger inside her she instinctively arched her back and her eyelids went down. His movements became more rapid and when he felt the first ripples he used his whole palm to cup her softness and rock her till she was done and his hand was flooded.

"I owe you about a hundred blow jobs for this." She said once her wits were back.

Owen laughed.

"How do you figure that?"

"I don't let you see me naked, I can't give a decent hand job, I pretty much force you to get hard and then you don't even get one inch in before I scream like a virgin. I'm probably the worst fuck you ever had."

"You're not a fuck, Claire. I like the idea of you owing me, though. "

She narrowed her eyes.

"And for the record, you did beg." He said before planting a soft kiss on her lips.