Clawen • What comes next

|| CHAPTER 32 ||

           

Arriving back home, Maisie went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and change. Almost sleepwalking towards her bed. Owen had to hurry over to her before she stumbled into the open fridge door that Claire was behind.

When the adults went to bed, Claire was in her interesting mood, as Owen liked to call it. Giggly and sweet but at the same time, as horny as a teenage boy. He always quite enjoyed Claire this way but wasn't sure it was the best thing to engage in right after she basically came out of a smaller coma. Slowly crawling up towards him from the foot of the bed, and strangling him as she leaned down to give him a big wet kiss, filled with a moan. He almost forgot that he wanted to stop her, eventually pulling himself back together after a few more kisses. "Claire honey, maybe we shouldn't do this right now" He said which made her start giggling and lick the tip of his nose with a bold look in her eyes. She hummed and whispered. "Why is that?" Humming back, he regretfully pushed her back slightly. Maybe he should have just let her get her way, because the sad green kicked puppy eyes that looked down at him could kill any man in a matter of seconds. "Is it because I'm getting fat?" She asked sounding almost drunk and Owen couldn't help but wonder if she found something fun to drink in that fridge. "Claire, I know I shouldn't be asking you this but have you been drinking?" Her look changed from hurt puppy to angry guard dog in a second. "Sorry, of course you haven't. And no Claire honey it's not because you are getting fat, which by the way you're not. You are pregnant and growing a human freaking being. Also, I would do this with you no matter how fat you might be. Trust me on that please" He said, earning him a few sad nods from the woman currently sitting on top of him.

"Then why can't we do this?" She asked slowly letting her hands run over his chest. "Because you just got out of what I would consider a coma, so I'm not sure it's the best idea" He wanted to say more but Claire started laughing. "Is that so mister? Well I would like to think that I am perfectly capable of having some fun, plus the doctor didn't tell me that I couldn't, which to me sounds like a sign saying 'go ahead'" She said still laughing and he couldn't help but join in a little. "My sweet Claire listen to me, okay" He said placing his hands firmly on her hips. She nodded in agreement and held onto his arms with a loose grip. "I just don't want you to get hurt" He said. She tilted her head at him and slowly leaned down to give him a much sweeter kiss than the ones before. "I promise you, that if anything feels wrong, I will tell you immediately" He leaned up to give her a kiss to tell her, he agreed to that deal.

Later, with the moonlight shining through the blinds, lighting up the otherwise dark room. Owen was holding Claire as close as possible. Her back against his chest and her god so perfect ass slightly rubbing against his area. His face almost completely buried in her vanilla scented red locks, breathing all of her in. She hummed as she thought of how to ask him about what was on her mind. Finally coming up with something, she said. "Why have I never heard of your brother before?" she asked in a low voice. "Other than the reason I told you earlier, I guess it just never came up" He said and reached his hand around to push her hair away from her face. "What would you have done if I was a giant homophobe?" She asked and Owen huffed out a laugh at the words she had chosen. "Honestly...I don't know. I love my brother I really do and I have always defended him. It's sort of my job as his big brother, to always be there to watch out for him. After I went into the navy, I would get letters from him" He took a deep breath and Claire knew that this was a very hard topic for him and she started slowly rubbing her thumb against his knuckles for comfort. "They would always say that he missed me and that he wished that I was either there with him or that he was in the navy with me. Since he is much younger than me, he was still in school when I was in the navy and more often than not, the letters would contain words that they would call him and describe the things they did to him. I don't want to get into it because it's quite harsh. I just...I always wanted to be there for him you know" Claire nodded against him to make him continue. "Eventually I realized that I wasn't able to and that he would have to learn to take care of all the bullies and homophobes by himself. He did learn" Owen said and laughed. "I taught him to throw a punch when I got back from the navy and the next time he went to school, he came home with a bruised hand, telling me that he punched one of the kids who kept harassing him. It got him suspended for a couple of days but they didn't touch him again" Claire couldn't help but smile. Highschool hadn't been hard for her but it wasn't easy either.

"I realized when we walked into the store that I never actually got any signs on how you felt about the whole thing and we never talked about it so I gave Rick a sign we used when we were younger. It tells the other that its best if people don't know that we know each other. And no, it's not what you think. I didn't use it so my friends wouldn't make fun of me for having a gay brother, I couldn't care less. It was used for other situations but I don't want to get into all of that" Claire hummed an okay and he continued. "I guess, I just hoped that I could trust my instincts" Finishing off with a deep sigh before Claire asked in a whisper. "And what were your instincts telling you?" He smiled against her neck and left a tender kiss right beneath her hairline. "They told me, that you are perfect" He whispered. She slowly turned in his arms to look him in the eyes. "Owen I'm not perfect. I'm far from it" She whispered back in an almost devastated voice. "You are to me" He finished, before leaning in to kiss her.

Alright, so while writing the long part with Owen bla bla, I thought – Man this is long and boring and it has nothing to do with anything, maybe I should just delete it. Then I forced myself to continue it and when I finished I realized that it shows how caring Owen is and I ended up loving it – Hope you guys did as well.

I tend to go really into details with Claire. - As perfect as she is to Owen. That's how perfect Bryce is to me – An absolute unreal goddess. – But really. It's extremely important to me that I describe how beautiful she is because they do look the same so pfff. And sometimes I get carried away...Hehe I have problems as my boyfriend likes to tell me 5 times a day – He's right though - Thank you for coming to my talk. It's called, 'I'm a mess'.