Not again...!

• Chapter 1 •

HELLO AGAIN??? Oh my lord! I could not believe Dinosaurs & Wolves? was a success! Thank you all so so much for the love and support! Here is the first chapter for the sequel, enjoy! xx

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Owen can't help but smile as his rough fingers trail over your naked shoulder slowly, tracing mindless shapes and he feels you shiver under his touch in your sleep. His eyes are partly hooded, still hazy with sleep as he stares up at the ceiling of your shared trailer. His chest raises and falls evenly, your sleeping form falling and raising with it. He tilts his head slightly, peering down at your calm face.

Your breathing is deep and loud, your chest breathing in deeper than usually and he's happy you could finally get a good nights sleep. Generally you were a light sleeper, a side affect after your days in the Army and even after what happened on Isla Nublar. Neither of you really did recover from those traumatic days on the island. Owen knows for certain you didn't. It's mostly why you two traveled for a few years after the event, seeing the world.

Eventually Owen was tired of never having a real place to settle, and so did you. Also why you two were where you were now. Owen was the one that found this place, a cliff face deep within the largest forest in America, the cliff overlooked a beautiful lake that eventually led out to sea. He came up with the idea to build your own place and you loved it. The frame of the house was nearly finished, Owen thought it would be done by the end of the week.

He inhales deeply, your natural scent rising into his nose. The beautiful scent of animal hairs, saltwater, a few hints of his cologne and motorcycle grease. It was both yours and Owen's scent, a scent you both shared and Owen loved it. He loved that wherever you went you smelled like him, always letting other males you were his. He chuckles at the territorial thought, watching as you stir slightly. He blushes, his heart filled with love and adoration.

Fucking hell he loved you so much. From the soft flow of your H/C hair, to the brightness of your piercing E/C eyes, to the hairpin curl of your lips, to the sexy curve of your body, the flex of your muscles. He loved everything about you. How strong you were, physically and mentally. How fucking badass you were. You were like a female version of him somedays. Sarcastic, stubborn, humorous, and out right protective.

He shifts, licking his lips as he smiles widely, moving to look back up at the ceiling of the trailer. He wraps his arm further around your body as you sleep peacefully on his naked chest, his finger massaging the notes in your back. His hand freezes when he feels the long prominent scar on your back from the Indominus Rex. He shivers, feeling the scar along your spine until he can no longer reach it. You hated that scar, you thought it was ugly and disgusting.

Owen thought otherwise. He thought it was what made you even more beautiful, it showed how strong and beautiful you were. He didn't think any differently of you. He thought it was just another painting to your amazing canvas of a body. He nibbles the inside of his cheek, trailing his hand back up to play with your hair. Sometimes if he really thought about it, he missed working at Jurassic World.

He missed being able to wake up in the morning in his shack to you humming to yourself as you made breakfast for you both, always saying the same thing to him every morning for three years when he would stumble out of bed, grumbling "what the fuck are you doing up so early?" You would smirk at him as he took a seat at the island bench, dishing up whatever you made with a chirpy response of "Primero Comemos, Luego Hacemos Todo Lo Demás. First we eat, then we do everything else."

He still remembers the way he looked at you when you first said it too him. You had laughed at him, shaking your head fondly before explaining it was Spanish. Owen smiles at the memory. He also missed just hanging out with you. He remembers a time, it was probably one and a half years into knowing each other. The Raptor's had been extremely annoying that day, not listening to a word Owen was saying and he had had enough.