Author's Note: So, I normally don't venture into the movie sphere of writing, as the username states, I stick mainly to the animation side of fanfics. However, the plot bunnies demanded I write and here we are.

Please do enjoy! The first chapter is quite steamy, and could possibly be a stand alone story... but the bunnies don't seem to like that idea.

Standard disclaimers apply, I do not own any of the characters, and if I did, there would have been much more of the Raptor Biker Gang in the movie.

The silence between them should have been uncomfortable. They were barely acquaintances - been on one horrible date, the tension between them in every one of their interactions prior to the events of the last ten hours or so caused sparks to fly… and not the good kind of sparks.

It was amazing what a continued series of near-death encounters could do to a person. Instead of throwing verbal punches about being a cold numbers machine or foul smelling bleeding-heart slacker, the two had simply been content walking away from the makeshift triage center.

The media swarms that had been held at bay by armed guards did not seem to notice the pair as they slipped away and into the streets. The story was about the families trying to find their loved ones and the aftermath of what had happened.

Dirty, bleeding, tattered and torn, they must have made quite a sight as the cab driver left the pair at a small hotel several miles away from the hanger and rest of the media circus. Pulling the wallet from his back pants pocket, Owen Grady laughed to find it still in its place. He had been thrown several feet in the air and running for his life for hours and yet, his wallet remained without a scratch or stain on it.

His red-haired companion silently shared his amusement. Her tired and exhausted face took a few seconds before comprehending the reason for his smile. Mainly the amused look on his caused her lips ever so slightly to curl upwards.

Maybe it was that silly look on his face, or the way he risked his life to save hers and her nephews, it could also be the fact that for some reason, he challenged her need to control life in so many ways that made her relax.

The walk to their room took longer than it should, but then again, they were lucky to have found an open room. The influx of people from survivors, emergency officials to families and the media professionals had quadrupled the small coastal city in Costa Rica where Isla Nublar's ferries had landed.

Letting the door click shut after putting the 'do not disturb' sign on the doorknob, the two recently unemployed, survivors looked at each other. The disbelief in what they had lived through shown in their eyes along with a lingering question. The burning question Claire had asked after leaving her nephews back in their parents' arms in the hanger.

"What do we do now?" It did not need repeating. They were both thinking it.

He could be such a chauvinistic, typical man that if it had been any other time, she would have hit him for his response back in the hanger.

"Probably stick together… for survival." He was so sure of himself in that moment, that she only smiled and followed.

And now, there was not a single thing she wanted to do more than just to stay with him. He was safe. He was strong… she could even concede that he was smart and had proved he was more in control than she was at times.

"So…" He began trying to end the silence. It was not a bad silence, but Owen Grady's mind was running a mile a minute. The adrenaline was finally weaning, and he was processing the insanity that was his life. He had given up a promising military career to take part in a curiosity and childhood fantasy. It was risky to spend the last few years working with the raptors of Jurassic World. He had learned to respect the animals as living things, trained them to follow commands, been extremely close to the ferocious beasts, and even ridden a motorcycle up close with them. Together, they had faced a giant threat that was sadly a victim itself. Somehow, he had survived and managed to make it out with the woman next to him.

The attraction to the controlling manager of the island was not a surprise to him or any of his buddies around the raptor pen. Claire had been turning heads from the moment she arrived. It had been partially a dare to go out with the 'Ice Queen of the Isla,' but to him, it was an evening of enjoyment. Her wit and sharp tongue had certainly made an impression. She matched him in ways he did not realize he wanted… or needed.

The date, looking back on it, had been a pure failure in most senses. He had been running late, did not get to change into anything nice. His board shorts and white tee were about the only clean pairs of clothes he had left in his bungalow. It was a big mistake on his part.

Their interactions since then had been almost non-existent until she had asked him to 'consult' on InGen's newest creation.

And now they stood in the doorway to a small hotel room, with one bed and a couch that looked rather old and uncomfortable.

Owen let out a sigh and took a few steps into the room. After looking around the room, he turned to look at his companion. As he was about to offer her the first shower and try to alleviate any of her concerns about propriety, his words caught in his throat.

The once strong and confident woman who braved the forests of the island with him, used herself as bait for the king of dinosaurs, and the reason he was not digested in little pieces in a winged dino's stomach right now, could not keep the tears at bay any longer.

The image of him stepping away from her should not have invoked the tidal wave of emotions that it did. Claire Dearing knew that he was not literally walking away from her. The room was small, that he would not have been more than a few feet from her side at any given time, but something inside snapped.

Tears rolled off her dirty cheeks and continued to do so even when he turned around to look at her. His eyes were wide with concern and confusion. He cared. He was not going anywhere. He had kissed her, wanted them to stay together - knowing who she was and how she normally operated. Even with all that, he wanted to be with her.

In a fraction of a second, she launched into action. Her arms latched around his neck, pulling him close, kissing him with abandon. The warmth of his skin and the cute almost confused squeak he gave out when she all but attacked him made her want him more. Need to show him how much more.

Her hands snaked up and moved into his short dirty blonde hair. The stubble from his facial hair tickled slightly but did not keep her from commencing a new form of tongue battle between them.

From their first heated exchange months ago, Owen Grady had been hoping to have Claire want him, and suddenly he was getting his wish… and then some. Her lips were demanding, very much in line with her personality. After a brief moment, he returned the frantic contact, pulling her closer to his chest.

A rush of excitement coursed through him as Claire allowed him to pull her closer. As he did, she ever so slightly hooked her leg around one of his. It was enough of a sign for the former Navy man to take things beyond the needy touches. His hands slinked down her sides and playfully cupped her butt in his battle-scarred hands. Lifting her slightly, her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved them against the sidewall of the entrance way. Her shoes finally slipped from her feet and the thud on the ground caused both to smile slightly as Owen pressed her back against the wall. His weight pinned her to the structure, it was not too comfortable, but he was doing a great job at distracting her.

The need of his body evident in the bulge pressing against her, thrilled her and she moaned her consent to the increasingly intimate touches. He did not need to be told twice that she enjoyed the contact. While he had not been the stereotypical sailor with conquests in each port, Owen Grady was a seasoned veteran. His eyes took in the features of the woman caught up in the sensations of being alive and being needed.

As one hand shifted to explore her breast, the other adjusted her legs over his hips so that only layers of tattered clothing separated them. Her eyes had since stopped shedding tears and instead were tightly closed as her moans and needy sounds continued. Her hands remained tangled in his short hair, her nails lightly massaging his scalp. The action was driving him insane.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if that was just what this was - a need to revel in surviving and prove to themselves that they were alive, but that was pushed backward for another time as she moaned his name. She was rubbing up against him, making his already tight pants seem four sizes too small.

"What? Here?" he half laughed as his lips left hers and moved to suck on her well-defined chin, moving slowly towards her neck. Her breath came out in heavy puffs as his tongue drew circles as he nipped at her salty skin.

"I don't care." She breathed out, her mind enthralled in the sensations. It did not matter where, she just wanted a physical connection with him… to feel him surrounding her, filling her in so many ways.

Not questioning her demand, he smiled as her hands left his head and trailed down his chest till they stopped on his belt buckle.

"Off." Came her demand as shaky hands undid the buckle and tugged at the zipper of his pants. His ministrations on her neck stopped suddenly as he felt her wrap her slender fingers around him. Without noticing, she had the band of his boxers shifted, allowing access to him.

"You don't play fair." He growled against her neck once he had gotten control of his body. Her hands continued to touch, squeeze and rub him. Involuntarily his eyes squeezed shut and his hips bucked in rhythm with her hands. Not one to let her have the upper hand, his own reached low, under her ragged skirt and found the lace of her panty.

With a daring finger, he slipped closer to her core, finding it warm and welcoming.

He teased her center as much as she was his, until neither could take much more. Hiking her up and bit more, so she was braced above his hips, Owen ended their game and entered her swiftly.

They were not gentle, and sweet nothings did not waft from their lips. Instead, the two danced together with moans, cries, and growls. Both fighting to reach that sweet release.

His thrusts were frantic and powerful, filling her up completely, sending her nerves firing as she moved right along with him.

"Claire... I..." He whimpered as her body clamped down around him and shuttered.

Their worlds collided as he allowed her orgasm to bring him along with her. Claire went stiff and then relaxed with a content sigh as she felt him explode within her a few thrusts later. She had experienced sex before, but nothing as animalistic and primal as what they had just shared. His forehead rested momentarily in the crook of her neck, his breath warm on her skin adding to the overall pleasant buzz.

The scent of her already sweaty body mixed with her signature light floral perfume, was intoxicating to him. As he allowed their bodies to calm, a decision was made. Looking slightly to his right, he found their next destination.

Sparks fired deep within both as Owen pivoted them and walked closer to the bed, still inside of her. Bending over, he carefully deposited her onto the comforter of the large bed.

A feeling of discontent and cool air surrounded her as he pulled from her arms and stood up near the side of the bed. She had to smile as she noticed Owen's hands were having issues with the buttons on his once blue shirt. He had managed to take off his leather vest, but in his rush, several of the shirt buttons ripped.

Claire arched off the bed and knelt before him, aiding in his plight to shed the unwanted obstructions to the mission. Impatient hands gave up and he simply ripped the shirt over his head and on the floor.

He liked the way the woman before him looked at him with a hungry, almost predatory gaze. Her hands once again ran the length of his chest, enjoying the muscles on display to her. Fingertips lingered over several dark bruises that littered his sides.

It dawned on them then that they both escaped relatively unscathed from their ordeal. The only signs in addition to the bruises were light scratches on his neck from the claws of the Dimorphodon and then minor scrapes from when he was sent flying during the raptor attack. The dried blood remained at his temple, but he was not too concerned about the pain from a few bruises with Claire there.

His pants came off much easier, leaving him standing before her completely nude. He had not felt this exposed and vulnerable in quite some time. Claire had that way about her. A small part of him still expected her to laugh and resume their verbal battles.

When nothing came except tender touches, he was once again emboldened to continue the dream.

Taking her hands in his, he moved back closer to the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, he eased her back down and guided her arms to rest above her head. His work calloused hands barely touched her skin as they slid down her arms and cupped her face once again. The kiss he gave her then was an attempt to show her that this was not just a fling. There was passion here.

And she felt it too.

Her body was a buzz of sensation and anticipation as she allowed him to rip the remains of her skirt and undershirt away. In no time at all, she was bared freely to him. The issue of clothes for later did not even register as she shook her head at his actions.

He was acting so unlike the gruff raptor trainer he presented the world, and that had taken her up against the wall just moments before now. This Owen was for her.

"See, consulting with me isn't so bad." He nipped at the skin of her exposed stomach. Nuzzling his way down, lower and lower till his tongue found its target.

The sharp intake of her breath and the now claw-like fingernails on his shoulders urged him to continue.

"Shut up." She hissed through the blissfully hazy fog that was her mind. All she wanted was to feel him against her. Rolling them so that Claire was straddling his naked form, Owen allowed her to set the pace of their continued lovemaking.

"You're going to be the death of me." Owen panted sometime later as Claire rolled off his hips and curled up next to him. She too tried to calm her racing heart. Sweat was once again dripping from her slight, but powerful form. Normally she would frown on allowing the perspiration to dry on their bodies, but it felt right to lay there together.

A content smile graced her lips as a warm arm pulled her closer and began mindlessly tracing shapes on her skin. Looking towards the face of the man she had allowed into her highly protected walls, Claire could not help but feel her heart tug once more at the content and the slightly goofy grin he wore. She did not have to ask if he was happy or if he regretted anything. It was clear he was just fine with where they were.

"But totally worth it." He sighed, stretching and turning in closer to her. Opening his eyes, he was met with light green orbs.

There was no venom-laced retort to that. Instead, she ran her hand across his unshaven cheek. Her nose crinkled up at the rough texture, getting him to laugh at her.

"I know, I'm not exactly up to standards." He joked rubbing his face with his free hand. "But I'm willing to give it a go, if you're game."

"As if I could say no to that." She replied quickly. And it was true. Her standards were certainly high, but for him, she would do almost anything.

"Good." He leaned in for another kiss. "Because I think I'm ready to try some of those spreadsheets you love so much. But I warn you, tequila is non-negotiable."

A playful slap hit him in the chest and Claire tried to keep a serious face as he faked being in pain. Even back at his bungalow, she had a hard time remaining the stern-faced manager with his easy and relaxed attitude.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to drink once in a while." She conceded. "Just keep those board shorts as beach only attire."

"What? You don't like me running around in shorts all the time? I've got nice legs." He asked lifting himself up on one elbow and looked down at her smiling face. "Oh, I see. You want me naked all the time. I get'cha. I don't think I'll have an issue with that." He said as he leaned in closer to her lips. "Especially if you join me. Just you and that curly red hair of yours." His lips lightly touched hers; teasing her before his hands moved and ran through her frizzy and tangled locks.

When his hands tangled in a knot of her hair, they both laughed again looking at the mess that they were.

"While I appreciate you not running into the shower after... our 'consulting', I do know you well enough to know that somewhere in that sharp mind of yours the desire to clean up is churning."

Her smile was all the confirmation he needed.

"So you think you know me so well, do you?" She replied, trying to look hurt.

"Maybe." Owen sat up and looked down on her. "Just because you didn't want anything to do with me, didn't mean I wanted the same thing."

"What is that supposed to mean?" It was her turn to sit up and face him at a level height.

"Just that, I guess, I thought that we'd work well together is all... and it wasn't like the island was that big. Information travels fast in some circles." He shrugged.

"Why is it that men think women are the gossips of the species?"

"Like I said, it was a small social group. Anyway, I had hoped that we could get past our... quirks... at some point. I am irresistible and all..."

"You sweet, chauvinistic, but adorable man," Claire stopped him from continuing and kissed him.

"How about we compromise. We could share the shower." His lips smiled against hers.

"I'm not going to be able to walk for days if we keep this up." Claire pulled back a bit to look at his shining orbs.

"Well, after running in those shoes, I would think that you wouldn't want to walk much for a while. Might as well have some fun. And save some water."

Claire laughed as he picked her up in one swift motion. He was making her soft. She hardly allowed men to get this close, let alone take the helm with decision making. But that shared shower sounded heavenly on many fronts.

To their surprise, the bathroom of the hotel was better equipped than expected. The small shower stall easily fit intertwined bodies and the bathtub would hold four if they wanted to. Instead, the pair, after showering laid back and let the soothing jets of water surround their battered bodies.

Seeing the damage to Claire's feet, Owen was sitting opposite her, helping to massage out the bruised skin and bones.

"I should call my sister and let her know where I am." She broke the silence between the pair; Owen continued to work on her feet, placing kisses lightly to her skin every now and then.

"We'll probably need a few things as well before we head in." Her mind continued to try to form a plan of attack for what was to come. Media, legal and who knew what else was to become an issue as the tragedy fully saw the light.

"Head in?" Owen asked holding her pale foot in his hands.

"We can't just run away from all of this." She explained. "They're going to want our statements eventually."

"They?"

"The police, InGen, whoever owns Isla Nublar now..."

"Yeah well, I'm purposefully trying to forget that we've got to leave this tub eventually." His smile turned serious seeing that Claire's expression that turned from contemplation on next steps to a ghostly white – as if her complexion could get any paler.

"All those people..." Claire began again in a sad voice. "Owen..." Her eyes welled with tears as the impacts of her actions came crashing back upon her. How could she explain any of this to the families of those dead.

"Hey," he voiced, letting her feet drop and moving closer. "Hey, Claire, it isn't your fault. You tried, remember? You planned as well as you could, right?"

A small voice in the back of his head wanted to bring up the point he had warned them. He had told them to kill the Indominus Rex from the moment she broke free and tasted her first blood. Granted it was not Claire's call, that responsibility was on the late owner of the park.

"You were following orders. Just like I was." His words were not working so well, and the woman looked as if she was going into shock. "Claire, baby."

"They're dead..."

"Breathe. Come on." He coached, knowing exactly what she was going through. He had seen stress and shock take over many times in the Navy. "In and out."

When Claire began following his words and actions, Owen's feeling of dread lessened. At the very least, she was breathing and able to hear him.

"You saved so many Claire. When they were not going to shut the whole park down, you got people to shelter. You could not have planned for all of the issues. And when that private army came in, what were you going to do?"

"But..."

"No, you saved your nephews. You saved me. And it was the sexiest thing in the world." He added as he gently kissed her lips, bringing her back to the present. He knew that distraction helped. Especially if there was nothing she could really change.

"We're in this together, remember?"

"For survival." She murmured holding close to his form. Letting him and the water's warmth pull her back away from the darkness.

"And so much more Claire." His arms stayed around her, and together they sat in the tub partially submerged.

The silent comfort and support filled both of them as they stayed there for some time. Claire felt herself getting sleepy and thought it would be a safer option to use the room's bed to sleep.

She hated to break the comfortable silence but found that she needed very little effort to convince Owen to relocate. He handed her a towel before grabbing one for himself. With a gentle hand of support at the base of her back, the pair retreated under the covers to attempt some much needed sleep.

While Claire curled up close to his chest and found rest almost instantly, Owen was not so lucky. He was exhausted - not just physically, but also mentally. And yet, he could not turn his brain off long enough for sleep to claim him.

There were so many things to think about. His new relationship was something he had wanted for some time. Now he had to figure out how not to mess things up with Claire; although he felt she would probably be more accommodating for his quirks this time around.

It was nice to not feel alone. Whatever the future brought, he would have her there.

And that thought was what brought him back to the island... those that would never come home to loved ones. And those animals that had lost just as much as they had - his lone surviving raptor on the island.

Blue had always been his favorite. It was a strange relationship between trainer and dinosaur, but it worked. Her attitude actually reminded him of Claire in some ways. They both were smart and way too stubborn for their own good; the only difference in personality came with Blue listening to him more frequently. Then again, maybe with this new relationship, Claire might let him win more often.

An evil thought came to him on how to find ways to get the red headed woman to comply more often. He was down the rabbit hole with those thoughts and images of the activities the two had shared only moments before vividly entered his mind. The blood flow in his lower regions pulsed and he quickly put the brakes on his daydreams. That was all he needed, for her to wake up, and him with a raging hard on.

Calm, control, old people in their underwear. He told himself.

On top of those issues, he did not know exactly what professions were open to ex-Navy, ex-dino trainers. Or if anyone would want to hire him or Claire after this mess. InGen on their resumes could mean the mark of death for some time to come if things went bad.

Looking down he could not really see her face, but the bright red hair rested contently on his chest. Focusing in on the rhythmic breathing and beating of her heart soon lulled his mind and Owen Grady too found peace... for a time.

Oh the bunnies... they are a calling. I hope they amuse you, as they amuse me.

The rest of the story has plot, I promise.

So, hopefully I'll see you again next time!