He was everything that she wasn't. He was unorganized and rugged and she was organized to a point of practically OCD, but after what happened with the I-Rex, she would call them perfectly matched. And while she hopped he felt the same, she already knew that he did.

After all, it was him that suggested sticking together, even if it was just for 'survival'.

However, all that said, she didn't want to think about the statistics or facts at the moment. All she wanted to think about was Owen Grady's wonderful hand resting on her leg as she drove them back to her apartment.

Ever since the accident Claire and Owen had been at each others side every second, he was still trying to find Blue and she was still trying to keep it together.

He had been a gentleman so far and wasn't pushing anything but that didn't mean she didn't want him to.

For the past few days she had been hoping he would make a move but he was persistent in making a better impression on her.

She was happy he was making such a big effort but every time he flexed while picking something up or flashed her a goofy grin she wanted him more and more, to a point where it was almost unbearable to drive and have his muscular hand slid up and down her thigh. And she was pretty sure he knew it too.

All of a sudden Claire stopped the car and turned to face Owen.

He looked at her and pretended to have no clue about what was going on. She grabbed his shoulders and smashed her lips onto his.

For a few minutes all either of them could feel was want for more. The heated, passionate make out lasted for a while but once Claire was satisfied she pulled back, turned her head and continued driving, leaving Owen with a dumbfounded expression and a smirk on her face.

After a few seconds with no explanation from Claire, Owen snapped out of his shock.

"What was that?!" He asked with playful confusion evident on his facial features.

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about Mr. Grady." She said in her most official and condescending tone, barely holding back her laughter.

"Why, Miss Dearing, I believe you are mistaken. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He played along teasingly.

"I'm afraid not Mr. Grady, but I suppose I could make an educated guess if that would satisfy your curiosity." They were both laughing at that point and Owen was suddenly lost in the moment as he admired the way Claire's eyes lit up when she laughed.

They were both snapped back to reality as they arrived at her apartment, the weight of their exhausting day finally came to rest on their shoulders and suddenly they were both very tired. Having scheduled meetings after meetings after meetings could do that to a person.

By the time they reached her room they were both exhausted considering the elevator was broken and she was on the thirty-first floor.

After they had both changed into their pyjamas they collapsed onto the bed and snuggled together under the covers.

At some point in the night Claire woke up to soft whimpering only to realize it was her, she'd just woken from a nightmare about the I-Rex cornering her an Owen being too far away to hear her scream. But it was only a dream and Owen awoke a few seconds later. He shot up in bed, took one look at Claire and reached over to pull her into a comforting hug; this had become a nightly occurrence. Claire would have a nightmare, Owen would wake up and comfort her until she stopped crying and then he would kiss her until she was breathless and they'd fall asleep. Repeat.

By morning they were always still somewhat tired but they could manage.

But that wasn't what made this day so hard. Today, Claire's sister called her on video chat; she wanted to know what had happened so that she could comfort Grey and Zach who were both suffering from chronic nightmares just like Claire.

Claire got really emotional at the thought and told her sister she'd call her back later that night. And she did, her and Owen took turns telling different parts of the story when either one of them needed a break.

By the end Claire felt better and worse, like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and had been replaced by a heavier one.

And Karen only wanted to reach through the camera and hug her sister.

Once everyone said their goodbyes and the camera was shut off, Claire broke down completely and Owen felt it was his personal job to comfort her best he could.

But Claire wanted more; she was vulnerable and needed a special kind of comforting. And Owen knew that from the look in her tear-clouded eyes. He cradled her in his arms and stroked her hair. She looked into his beautiful green eyes and smiled, quickly closing off the remaining space between them and pressed a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.

He smiled at her and continued to hold her closely. He wanted her, he really did but he wanted her to be ready and want him just as much. And while he was pretty sure she did want him he still suffered through a large amount of cold showers until the time was right because with Claire he wanted to get things right. Especially after everything they had gone through together. And it drove him crazy how many times he used the word want or a variation of it in his thoughts; seriously, did he not know any other freaking words?!

But now he knew she needed the relief, the accident at Jurassic World had been extremely taxing on them both and reliving it had been bad enough.

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down carefully, climbing gently on top. She quickly connected her lips to his and his wonderful hands started roaming. She moaned into the kiss, receiving a low moan in return. He reached for the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head, she smiled at him and proceeded to do the same to him while running her fingers over his defined abs.

"Are you sure?" Owen asked, she chuckled at him and was met with a serious, questioning look. She nodded and giggled some more before reaching for another kiss. They could feel each other smiling into one another's lips.

"Mr. Grady, I think you ask too many questions." They both laughed at the reference to the conversation they'd had the other day and continued pleasuring each other.

And while neither of them got much sleep that night, the sleep they did get was undisturbed and dreamless.