<div style="text-align: center">The longer he held her against his form the more he felt those shivers starting to make their way up from the base of his spine. Even through the fabric of their clothing, he could feel every warm perfect inch of her body. The curves that he desperately wished to indulge in and explore with fingertips and lips, urges made even more powerful when her lips found his and he answered in kind. His hands immediately found themselves working of their own accord, falling back to their comfortable resting place on her hips, and sliding their way around slowly till they rested just underneath her thighs, allowing themselves to give a soft grip as he began to pull her upwards. With her legs wrapped nicely around his waist already, it would have been easy enough to simply just carry her off then and there, and tune out the whistles and cheers that would no doubt come from the onlookers that filled The Bar. They had all become a distant afterthought and Wes was beginning to lose himself in Desire, his tongue answering it's counterparts call for it and teeth even giving a small teasing nip to her bottom lip before re-engaging with a deeper kiss afterwards, only pulling away for a few small moments so they could be allowed to catch their next breath before their lips would hungrily find eachother again.<br/>
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His heart beating thunderously in his chest already and eyes becoming glazed over in Lust Wes was about to do just that. Content to explore every single inch of his fellow Hunters body in privacy, take his time to totally and completely savor every intricate detail and indulge in the sin of their flesh meeting in primal passion. His hands found themselves tightening their grip where they lay and he even began to make the motions to carry her off into the sunset so to speak, until that Buzz managed to catch his attention with a raised brow. Every single voice in his mind was telling him to take that phone and silence it, shove it into his own pocket so she'd be forced to retrieve it later at a more <i>convenient </i>time. But before he knew it, she had already managed to slip from his grasp with shaky words and knees, leaving him to lean himself up against the Billiard table, eyes focused forward one where she was once held, and a small huff and smile coming to his face. He slowly managed to try and steady his heart beat, actually reaching over for a nearby chair and letting himself crash into it, hands on his knees as he tried to shake off that satisfied smile and color that had found it's home on his face, watching her disappear off to the back of The Bar. <i>"What are you doing, Wes?" </i>He muttered to himself, shaking his head and bringing his hands to his face to forcibly attempt to rub away the daze he had been put into.<br/>
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When was the last time someone had managed to completely put lightning into his veins like that? The last time he'd allowed himself to express the sensations that ran through his mind with only his lips and hands alone? Managed to make chills run up and down his body while he attempted to do the exact same? He wasn't quite sure how long they'd been locked up together like that, but he did know that it was not nearly long enough. The Sweet taste of citrus remained on his lips and tongue, serving to further drive him crazy as he let himself lean forward and try and think of <i>"pure" </i>thoughts. Those two little devils appearing on either side of his shoulders trying to pull him back and forth once more, he knew they needed to remain "professional"....whatever the Hell that meant. He was one hundred percent sure there was no standard operating procedure when one stood face to face with a mystical creature thought to be only a local legend played off for cheap stories and tourism. They had only recently met, yet that electricity he felt with her touch and taste of her lips left him completely struck. . .<i>Jesus she tasted incredible. </i>Was this Wes thinking these thoughts? Or was it that affliction that took special notice of the sweet nectar that lay beneath intoxicating flesh? Christ she didn't even know. Did she? It brought him crashing back to reality in the worst possible way.<br/>
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Those overlaying feelings of lust and desire had suddenly been replaced by worry and cold sobering realization. Just how long was he going to be able to hide that little detail from her? Hell. How long was he going to be able to hide that little detail from himself? With a huff he let himself lean back against the chair, letting his neck crane back so he stared at the dirty worn ceiling above. Luckily, those thoughts weren't allowed to dwell long, and he at least didn't have to worry about finding those answers for a little while longer. He wanted to reach out, invite her to sit right on his lap and resume where they had left off but as soon as she mentioned her contact coming through, the look in his eyes changed and all of those dirty little fantasies disappeared entirely, that devious grin coming back to his face. <i>"Well what the hell are we waitin' for? Let's go say hello."<br/>
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Even outside the establishment the deep pulse of Bass managed to find its way outward. What must have been hundreds of bodies jumping in rythym within the walls bathed in the soft glow of blue and purple lighting, words shouted in unison to the songs being played and bright light shining over the crowds as the chorus would hit. Outside the doors and leading around the building a line of partygoers waiting to make their way in stood impatiently. Clothing ranging from simple casual black band shirts to more elegant golden dresses and suits. Many different people from many different walks of life all ready to head within and forget their troubles if only for a short while, burying their problems in a sea of deep bass, drugs and alcohol. And for the few that stood among their ranks, the perfect place to blend in and feast, in a sea of people that surrounded them it was literally a pick and choose buffet. Whatever flavor of the night they happened to desire was free for the taking, it was easy to be pulled away in the chaos of loud music and sweaty dancing bodies and not be seen for several hours. With the connections they were afforded, the "V.I.P" rooms located behind ornate velvet ropes were open to them and it's where many a poor soul would find out that their fun night out was about to take a turn.<br/>
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As soon as Wes opened his door and stepped out of The Rover that thick scent hit him like a ton of bricks. It told him her contacts information was spot on, and once more a smile crept onto his face. He hadn't expected him to pull through so quickly, though given that he was nearly torn apart by the "favor" that needed doing it was an extremely pleasant surprise, silently approving of Avas choice of contacts. Even having not met them, knowing they were so reliable was an incredibly welcoming revelation. The Hunter had become so used to doing things on his own and tracking down his own leads that the sudden injection of assistance from The Woman beside him nearly left him wanting to cry tears of joy and plant another thankful kiss on those sweet lips. <i>"He didn't happen to tell you a <b>number </b>this time, did he?" </i>A small amused huff coming from him as he shut The Passenger door and made his way around to her. Eyes focused on the establishment and taking in the faces in the crowd that waited outside, beginning to search for any sign of that marking.<br/>
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<i>"As much as you know I'd love to just dive right in. . .Maybe I'd be willing to listen to any plans an expert line dancer like yourself might have?" </i>Wes gave a kind light hearted smile her way, leaning himself back against the body of The Vehicle and crossing his arms over his chest. Even if it didn't last very long, he did feel that bond slowly starting to grow. How a few drinks, Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain and good ol Billy Ray Cyrus could bring two hunters from such different backgrounds closer together. Though admittedly, greedy hands and hot breaths of two bodies pressed so closely together may have had a little bit of something to do with that as well.​</div>