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The sound of two <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FhzRltUL5M3k&amp;hash=84144de2ef1d4da684d6e0b4c274e467" href="https://youtu.be/hzRltUL5M3k" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Bodies</a> meeting the wall filled The Waitresses tiny one bed room apartment with noise. Deep breaths and peppered moans joining in the symphony as she was pinned against the wall. Legs wrapped tightly around The Man's waist, still dressed in her work uniform, hair messy and covering her face as she released another soft moan, The Hunters head burying itself into the crook of her neck and shoulder, soft kisses being laid across her skin as her nails found themselves raking along his back, attempting to get at the flesh that lay beneath his clothing. It all happened in a flash, them sitting down in The Diner, her suddenly becoming lost in his eyes as he spoke and they shared a drink. That mischeovous grin that drew her in like a Moth to Flame, before she knew it they were cruising down the road, Windows down and Music playing loudly as the world passed them by in a flash of lights against the dark of night.<br/>
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Wes had nearly carried her the entire way once they had parked in front of her apartments, glad she didn't have to resort to embarrassing late night calls to give her a ride home as she had failed to secure one. And she didn't wish to brave the walk home alone, despite being so close to work who would want to brave The Louisiana night alone? Especially with all the tales of the things that went bump in the night. The Handsome Man had thrown her a life preserver and she happily grabbed onto it as her legs now wrapped tighter around his waist. Hands pulling his face from her neck to place deep lust filled kiss on his lips, drawing him in, practically begging him to take her. That devilish grin never left The Hunters face as he answered in kind, hands moving to support her as they gripped under her thighs, soon laying intoxicating kisses back down her lips and jawline until back at the crook of her neck.<br/>
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It was a small sting at first, as if he was having just a little too much fun placing gentle nips and bites on her flesh. And that's when her world began to spin around her, the sting growing more And more immense as she heard that deep growl radiate in his chest. She had half a mind to scream, whether out of pleasure or pain she couldn't tell, but she suddenly found herself unable to vocalize. Eyes widening in surprise, she could feel it, the warm liquid slowly being drained from her being, The Hunter lapping up every single drop greedily, tight grip held against her as he pinned her against the wall, his head securely buried in her neck as he fed. Slowly her vision blurred, the world turned around her quickly, eyes fluttering lazily before finally she went limp, through it all, no pain felt as The Hunter finally removed himself from her, mouth stained red as he let his head fall back and breath in deeply, eyes closed and tongue sliding over blood red lips to lap up the sweet liquid that coated them.<br/>
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Wes took good care to make sure his act was well hidden, cleaning her wound and any blood that may have found its way on her person or clothing. Gently laying her in her bed, even taking the time to tuck her in before giving a heavy, regret filled sigh. His senses absolutely soared, he could hear the neighboring apartments around him, smell left over cooking from the evening, even the ticking of various clocks and gadgets spread around evenly before they slowly began to even out and the world of sound faded back to normal. The Wound would become nothing more than a small irritating cut and bruise by morning, easily mistaken for a very rough hickey, taking care not to sink his fangs too deeply into her flesh lest she sport a scar like his. Wes made his way back to The Diner after cleaning himself up as well, making sure to take the same parking spot, even tilting the wheels to the same position they were in before he had left before making his way back to his room, and collapsing on the bed. Satisfied.<br/>
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The Violent pounding on The Door finally woke him from his slumber with a jolt, damn near jumping out of the bed. Well. Not nearly, he did jump out of the bed in a mess of sheet and body, causing a loud thump as he hit the floor, shaking the nightstand next to him and bringing the lamp crashing down with him as he attempted to desperately reach out and grab for something, anything to break his fall. Loud expletive being shouted as he simply laid there for a few moments on his back, grumbling and immediately grabbing his head. The sudden influx of noise, from the pounding on the door to the alarm still blaring on the desk served to aggravate his pounding headache. This was the part he hated the most, The Hangover like state that came after feeding for the first time in far too long. His body not used to the sudden rush of senses coming so quickly to him before fading away, not giving him time to adjust.<br/>
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<i>"Yeah. Give me a minute!" </i>He shouted out to the annoyed voice on the other end of the door, his eyes catching The Alarm and giving an enormous dissatisfied groan at the blinking numbers. Wes told himself this wouldn't happen, now he looked like even more of an Asshole than he did last night prancing around cracking jokes and flashing off devilish grins like he was hot shit or something. Gripping onto the bed her pulled himself up, shaking the covers around in a mess before simply letting it rest over his neck and shoulders, perfectly hiding his scar. Which came as an extremely timely convienance as he stumbled over to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open without realizing he had removed his jacket and shirt before knocking out when he returned last night. <i>"Jesus H. Christ do you have to be so fuckin lo-" </i>he cut off immediately upon being greeted by Avas form outside the door, and the outfit she now wore. Stopping in his tracks and giving a bit of a surprised cough, a far change from the simple unassuming outfit she wore last night. <i>"I...Yeah uh..." </i>It was probably his hungover state that stopped him from being able to speak any form of coherent sentence, but it was obvious from his tom foolery she had a bit to do with it as well.<br/>
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Wes snapped out of it long enough to realize his mistake, glancing downwards and quickly shutting the door. Behind it quickly making sure the scar on his neck and shoulder was hidden, panic setting in before he quickly made his way over to his bag, unzipping it and flinging clothing and supply every which way before finding a simple button up plaid shirt and quickly throwing it over his shoulders, buttoning up quickly and adjusting the collar before opening The Door again to meet her a second time.<br/>
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<i>"Sorry about that....long night. You sleep well?" </i>The Smell of fresh coffee immediately called out to him, glancing downwards to the tiny table and reaching a hand out cautiously, as if asking her if one was for him or if she really did plan on downing two coffees in front of him like some kind of evil mastermind without offering him any. None the less, desperately trying to salvage the awkwardness he at least felt he created for himself, flattening out his shirt and trying to at least look "somewhat" presentable.</span>​</div>