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Shane's POV part 4

Claire came home yesterday. When we got back Eve and Michael where on the couch. They looked really worried, probably because I stalked off without telling them. Oh well.

"Where the hell have you been?" Michael yelled as I came through the portal. "Woah, woah, calm down man. I brought something." I said and winked. Michael looked puzzled until I stepped aside and Claire came into view. Eve ran straight for her and Michael just stood there with no expression. I couldn't help but smile. "Oh honey, I can't believe your back!" Eve squeeled. Claire patted Eve's back. "It's only been a week" Claire said and sighed. I could see tears in her eyes. Thank you. Claire mouthed. "God..." Michael breathed.

Eve stepped back and Michael embraced Claire in a hug and kissed the top of her head. "I missed you kiddo," He said. She rolled her eyes and grinned. She squeezed Michael and said "I missed you too Michael." He pulled her back at arms length and looked her up and down. She looked puzzled. "Just had to get a good look at you," he said.

"OK, hands off my girl," I said, nudging Michael out of the way. I put my arm round Claire's waist, and winked at her. She smiled, her sweet smile and I bent down to kiss her. "Awww!" Eve squeeked. I could feel Claire smiling under my lips, I pulled back and her face was flushed. I squeezed her tight.

I was so happy she was home. We all walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Well," Michael said. "How do you feel?" He asked Claire. She smiled and said "Yeah, better now I'm home. I've missed being here with you guys." Eve smiled. "Aww CB, I can't believe your home!" Eve said.

I couldn't stop looking at Claire. I saw her looking at me too as we sat at the table. "Well, we'll leave you guys alone for a while," Michael said standing up. "Eve?" He said and put out his hand. She took it and frowned. "Fine," She said. She winked at Claire and then they both left the kitchen hand in hand.

When they where gone I stood up, took Claire's hand and brought her off her chair. I crushed my lips to hers. It felt so good to kiss her. I held her waist as she put her arms around my neck, I pushed her up against the fridge and she giggled. I kissed her neck and she made a pleasurable noise. God, this was what I lived for. I broke off and took her hand to lead her upstairs.

The night Claire came home was amazing. I was so glad she was home. I walked into the kitchen the day after, with a big grin on my face. "What was in you're coffee this morning?" Michael scoffed. Nothing could kill my mood. I flipped him off and turned on the coffee machine. He put his hand on his chest, offended. "So," he said. "Have a good night?" I looked at him, with raised eyebrows. "What do you think?" I asked, eyebrows still raised.

Just then Eve walked in. She was wearing a pink robe with hellokitty all over it. For a goth, seeing her in pink was just dowright weird. She saw me and Michael huddled next to the sink, both turned slighty toward her when the door swung open. "Interrupting something?" She murmmered, still half asleep. "No," Me and Michael said simultaneously. She eyed us suspiciously then waved it off. "I don't care. I'll interrogate after coffee," she said shuffling toward the coffee pot.

Claire walked in a couple of minutes later, her hair still tousled, with a long shirt on. My shirt. I smirked and she looked shocked. She must have thought everyone else was still asleep. "Um, hi," she said giving a small wave. Cute. Michael looked at me, then looked at Claire. "Ah," he said, "got it." Claire stormed up to me in her socks and punched my arm. "You told him!" She accused, poking me in the chest. I put my hand over my chest. "Ouch, Claire, that hurt. You really think I told him?" I said, trying to hide a smile, working it's way to my lips. She stepped back and crossed her arms, trying to look serious. Well, it didn't work. The smile trying to show through creeped onto my lips and I turned to pour myself a cup of coffee. I could hear her ragged breathing behind me.

"Fine," She said and turned to go. I caught her round the waist and pulled her into me. She tried to get me off but stopped sruggling. I knew she could easily shrug me off if she really wanted to. She crossed her arms again. "I'm still mad at you," she huffed. I laughed low in my throat and rested my chin on her shoulder. I gently kissed her neck and she turned her head to the other side, inviting.

Michael cleared his throat. I forgot he was there for a second. I laughed and pulled back, still holding Claire around the waist. She twisted to face me, her face slightly flushed. I knew how I made her feel, and I loved the way she just went limp in my arms, letting me hold her close.

"Well, I'm outta here," Eve murmmered as she padded out of the kitchen. "Yeah, me too," Michael said, winking as he left. It was just me and Claire now, her still in my arms. "I'm sorry," she said looking down. I was confused, what was she sorry about? Obviously seeing the puzzled expression on my face, she continued, "everything I've put you through. Me turning into..." She paused. "This," she finished. I could see a shimmer of tears in her eyes. I cupped her face. "Don't. Don't you dare say that. God Claire." I threw my hands up. "I love you so much. I hate seeing you like this, thinking everythings your fault. It's not." I locked my arms around her and folded her in a hug. She sniffed and let out a shaky breath. "You always know what to say." She sighed. "I love you too," She whispered softly.

Everything was going to be ok. But we are in Morganville. Will it last?