Despite the tardiness, something he absolutely had to make sure he rubbed in later, Wes didn't fret once. He had waited an eternity to once again be in her company, what was a few extra minutes? It was strange to think about, how he'd managed to fall head over heels for this Woman so quickly after remaining guarded and distant from damned near everyone for years. He began to visit his theory that she must have been some kind of Witch, and she'd cast a powerful spell on him which made him a slave to her will. After all, Marie Laveou's house was rather close by, maybe that's why she'd chosen this location to meet in the first place. Still though. . .more and more The Hunter began to believe he'd probably end up being a willing slave to her desires, spell or not.  Despite his best efforts to shove the moment safely into the back of his mind he'd often find himself day dreaming of those beautiful green eyes, soft lips curled in a smile before they'd be pressed to his own. The warmth of her legs wrapping around his waist and hands moving freely over his neck and through his hair. The layers of clothing would begin to disappear and that's when Wes would desperately begin searching for his next distraction.<br/><br/>The ironically well timed passing of a Nun was greatly appreciated, it not simply for the pure humor of it as he inhaled deeply and began counting backwards from Ten as he let the sinful thoughts disappear from his mind.  And so Wes continued to wait patiently, adjusting his collar a few times finding himself having to get reacquainted with wearing something that wasn't all black or a simple jacket for the first time in ages. Whatever he wore however was quickly wiped away from his mind as he caught sight of his Fellow Hunter, and just as back in the motel room he was left stunned and at a loss for words. Once more, the only word he managed to mutter was a simple taken back<i>"Wow." </i>With jaw dropped slightly as he watched her make his way to him, the smile on his face began to grow wider and wider, breaking him from his trance and just in the knick of time as she launched herself at him, immediately catching her in his arms with a joyful laugh, spinning the two around for a few moments as he closed his eyes and took in the moment.<br/><br/>Of course he had missed her, but as always it was never known just how much until one was finally in the others company again. She didn't need to apologize to him, ever. Though her words about being even did bring a chuckle and a shrug from him as he slowly began to set her back down, arms still wrapped around her and in no hurry whatsoever to break the embrace.<i>"Well, figured some of That Mandeville charm may or may not have rubbed off on me. Must admit Mr. Marquez does have a nice ring to it though." </i>He smiled warmly down at her, hand coming to rest and palm at the side of her cheek. "<i>You look absolutely incredible. . .as always." </i>Whether she was geared up in jump suits, ready to take down swamp monsters with deadly precision or dressed as she was now, completely stealing his breath away, Ava always held an indescribable beauty. Absolutely flawless in The Hunters Eyes.<br/><br/>In one swift motion, Wes leaned himself forward and pressed his lips to hers in another moment he simply couldn't wait for any longer. Every look given by those passing by were swiftly ignored, and he only deepened the kiss as the seconds passed by. As tempting as it was to simply stand there at the street corner for the rest of time, held in each others arms as their lips stayed locked to each others he was sure The Good People of New Orleans would enjoy having their Street Corner back from the two lovebirds eventually. Wes finally managed to bring forth the strength to break the kiss with a content sigh and a smile.<i>"I missed you. . .hope the drive in wasn't to hectic?' </i>His tone of voice was soft, caring. If every other action he'd made since she launched herself at him hadn't proven just how infatuated with her he had become, his tone of voice and the look in his eyes as he admired her certainly should have done the trick.<br/><br/>"<i>Shall we, Miss Devereaux?" </i>Wes gave her a warm smile, extending a hand for her to take if she so chose. Truthfully, The Hunter had no grand plan set in mind, no certain route to take or sight to see. The Two of Them simply together, arm in arm and hand in hand as they strolled through the soulful streets of New Orleans and let the city take them wherever it chose was a thought The Hunter was perfectly content with following. He'd wait for her to be prepared before he began to lead her along beside him, joining the crowds of people bathed in the glow of the lights that surrounded them.<i>"Y'know, I've been thinking about this for the last few days, just really been dying to know." </i><br/><br/>Wes gave a playful smirk her way, moving his arm to wrap itself over her shoulder and pull her close to him, giving a gentle squeeze as they strolled along.<i>"Back at The Den, was The Pope really in that car or. . .?" </i>He was fully prepared for her to kick him in the shin in response to his silly question, but he couldn't help himself. It still seemed so surreal that their chance meeting had led to. . .this. Both of them so close to each other, the care he held in his eyes whenever he looked at her, the passion that was shared in every little kiss and playful hug. It had certainly been a strange series of events that had led to the two Hunters coming together, but he wasn't about to complain about it.