DISCLAIMERS

1. I DO NOT OWN JURASSIC PARK/WORLD. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

PART 10

Moving boxes was harder than Claire thought. Her job at Jurassic World was taxing, but not like this. Still, it made a nice change, doing some hard labour - instead of constantly on the phone, or in the car, or infront of her computer. Of course, it helped that it meant she spent another day with Lex Murphy.

The previous day had not gone exactly to plan. Instead of meeting up after Lex finished work in the cafe for a quick bite, then Lex going home to continue packing her stuff, the two women had gone straight back to Claire's hotel room. Unable to control themselves, they spent the rest of the day - and night - in bed. And on the floor. And in the shower. And...

Claire shook her head at the situation. It was ridiculous: they had spent the better part of the past two days doing nothing but having sex - incredible, passionate, near-constant sex - interspersed with pillow talk. What had come over the redhead? She thought the concept of a new couple doing nothing but fuck was a ridiculous cliche. But Claire now knew it was a cliche for a reason: it was quite often true.

This was an entirely new predicament for Claire Dearing. Not because Lex was a woman - Claire had often been with her own gender. Indeed, it was no coincidence her PA was a raven-haired stunner; though of course, any ideas Claire might have had fizzled when she learnt Zara had a longterm boyfriend. But Lex was different. Hers was a less grandiose allure... but Claire found her glorious.

Claire was usually so organised, so businesslike, so... preoccupied. But Lex brought something new out of the OM: Claire had not felt desire and passion like this in a long, long time - if ever. When she was on the plane over here, she had bitterly considered meeting someone. Well, be careful what you wish for... Claire was almost afraid. She found herself wanting to spend every moment with this woman; she did not want to part from her. What was going on? They had known eachother for three days - three days! - yet Claire was beginning to think Lex was a drug and she was an addict.

No... this was stupid. Claire was just on a high, that was all. Besides, nothing could come of this. Her holiday would be over in a few days, and she would be back on the island, back doing what gave her life meaning: running the biggest theme park on Earth. Meanwhile, Lex would move house, forget about the redhead and get on with her life. It was what had to happen. Best to just treat this like finding someone friendly and passing away the time. As it should be. This... thing between them had no future. It was for the best.

So why did that idea bring a chill to Claire's spine?

Before she could continue down that path of thought, Claire heard the familiar sounds of Lex huffing and puffing. Only this time it was not due to multiple orgasms - Claire was already heating up - but the blonde carrying a box full of knicknacks down the stairs. "I didn't realise I had so much stuff," she panted. "It's amazing what you gather in fifteen years."

Claire placed her own box down the rest in the hall and went upto Lex. "Let me help you," she said as she reached out to take Lex's burden.

"You're already helping," the blonde replied, even as she reluctantly shared the weight of the box with Claire. Together, they lowered it to the floor next to the others. They both stayed knelt down once the box was set, staring into eachother's eyes. "I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, pretty lady," Claire smiled. Again her thoughts went to how this woman made her feel. For some reason, Claire could not bear being apart from her. That morning, after the wonderful wake-up sex, Lex had insisted she needed to get home to continue emptying her house, ready for her move. At that, Claire felt incredibly guilty: she had taken up far too much of Lex's time. It was terribly selfish. The least Claire could do was insist on helping. Plus, she got to spend another day with the blonde. Yes, it was still selfish, but at least Claire was helping her now, right? She was not just trying to fuck her through the hotel bed. This was practical stuff. And practicality was what Claire was best at.

So, of course, it quickly went out the window as they were now knelt on the floor. Claire could not help herself, leaning across and kissing Lex deeply. For her part, Lex returned with gusto, reaching over and pushing the back of Claire's head, bringing her closer. Claire was already pawing at the blonde's face; she could not resist her.

To her credit - and Claire's disappointment - Lex seemed to have more resilience. Before things could get out of control, she broke the contact and looked down, a grin on her face. "We... we can't. This... " - the grin widened - "This certainly won't get the job done quicker."

Claire smiled, deciding to hide her guilt - she almost felt like she was taking advantage of Lex. She knew that was untrue, of course; Lex clearly enjoyed their time together just as much... her screams of Claire's name were pretty compelling evidence. And like that, Claire felt hot again. Before she lost control, she noiselessly got to her feet, then held out her hand. Lex took it, and quickly stood up. "That's... ahem... that's most of the stuff from upstairs. And all the walls are clean."

"Why did you take photos down first?" Claire asked.

Lex shrugged. "Quick and easy. Besides, there's something about having bare walls... I feel like, 'Yep, I'm moving'." Claire nodded in agreement, her eyes panning along the queue of boxes. She could make out a picture frame peeking out from one of them. Before she could focus on it, Lex's lovely voice spoke again. "Coffee?"

"Sure," said Claire... then noticed something else, something conspicuous. "Lex... why is your easel still out?"

Lex looked over at her painting stand and brushes, still unpacked. "Well, er... " She seemed embarrassed. "I like to keep it ready. It's just a hobby, but the desire to paint can just come to me, like a whim." She held the back of her head. "That sounded awfully pretentious."

"Not at all, it makes perfect sense," said Claire. It actually made Lex grow evenmore in Claire's estimation. The fact Lex was creative and artful, as well as kind, funny, gorgeous and passionate, pleased Claire no end. Lex was a class act. And speaking of class... Claire decided to voice an idea she was mulling over. "Listen, I don't want this to come across as presumptous... " She ploughed on before she could react to Lex's confused expression. "But... would you like to have dinner tonight?"

"As in... dinner out?" Lex frowned.

Claire groaned. She pushed too far, asked for one thing too much. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I can't expect you to take anymore time out for me." This was it. Once she walked out Lex's door today, that was the end of it.

After a moment's quiet, Lex spoke tentatively. "What... did you have in mind?"

Not quite believing it, Claire stammered a response. "A... a restaurant? Somewhere nice? I... I don't mind, really. I just want to have dinner." Gathering her tone, she looked directly in Lex's eyes. "With you."

Before Claire knew it, Lex crossed the small gap between them and crashed their lips together. Claire could already feel Lex unbuttoning her blouse. "I... " she mumbled inbetween kisses, "I thought we weren't... "

"I don't care," Lex growled. "I want you now... " All thought left Claire as Lex's hands moved to her belt buckle. Who was she to deny her? The two women stumbled up the stairs to Lex's bedroom, their lips not breaking contact again...

Claire never did notice the top photo in the box was of an old man with a white beard, holding an amber-topped cane...

TO BE CONTINUED