It almost physically pained him, to release from the intoxicating taste of her lips, the same shiver finding itself running down his spine from her fingertips grazing against that sweet spot as she brought her hand to the back of his neck. His hands ventured further up the length of leg as he held her there, threatening to reveal much more had it not been for the sudden triumph of reason bringing them both to their senses, even if just for a moment. That shimmy of hips as she adjusted her skirt nearly saw him taking her in his hold once again, though a comfortable bed and the privacy of a door would have been much more preferable than spending the night in separate cells for public indecency. Even if it probably would have been<i>Well </i>worth the consequences.<i>"Not that bad are they?" </i>He teased back at her, had it not been for that look of pure desire he had in his eyes and the sinful thoughts running through his head he probably would have had yet another eye rolling reference for her.<br/><br/>The sweet taste of the strawberry on her chilled tongue still lingered, the way those gorgeous eyes looked upwards so "innocently" as she sampled a taste of his long forgotten ice cream flavor. As they made their way to the front desk, he found his patience slowly wearing itself down as well. He offered a kind little nod in the man's direction, hands being placed in his pockets if only for the sole reason being he simply wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her otherwise. Despite it, Wes did his best to maintain a well composed, patient look about him as he leaned against the desk on and off again, humming along to the rather catchy tune that played in The Lobby as The Receptionist went about setting them up at what might as well have been a snails pace. The warm smile he gave as he stood there did well to hide his desire to hop over the counter and begin filling in the required information himself, shoving him out of the way and maybe taking the bow tie for good measure, The Hunter had to look his best after all.<br/><br/>After fifty years had passed and he had to wipe away the cobwebs and dust that had settled on his clothing, his eyes fell to the keys that had been placed on the counter, following them as they were immediately swiped up by Ava and wasting no time following her. As they stopped in front of The Elevator, immediately making his way behind her and just as he had at the ice cream shopping wrapping his arms around her, leaning downwards to begin teasing gentle kisses at her neck as he kept a close watch on the little numbers marking which floor their ride was on. As the doors opened, readjusting himself to be just a bit more courteous and well behaved, smiles and nods given to the fine folk who emptied the elevator and left it nice and empty for the pair. As soon as those doors closed and she pulled him to her, Wes threw out whatever little restraint he had been attempting to hold onto, meeting her kiss and deepening it quickly as his hands went about exploring her body with no reservations. His hands themselves quickly at the back of her thighs once more, hiking up the material of her dress along with them as he pulled away from her lips only to allow his lips to explore the crook of her neck as they had been before the doors had opened, pressing his body against hers and encouraging those enticing legs to wrap themselves about him once more.<br/><br/>Wes nearly forgot they were still technically "in public" even behind the privacy of the Golden elevator doors, hand moving right up the center of her dress and between the warmth of her legs in a passing tease as it made it's way up the center of her abdomen, pressed against the curve of her breast before finding its home at the opposite side of her neck, gently pulling her deeper into the warm nips and kisses he gave to exposed flesh. Any instinct that screamed at him from The Cursed Blood that ran through his veins was quickly suppressed, his only desire to draw forth moans from those soft pink lips like music to his ears. Had it not been for the occasional ring indicating the passing of floors as they made their way upwards he would have began stripping that dress away from her form, the curiosity of just what lay hidden beneath nearly driving him wild. Finally, through an act of resolve that would be written about for ages to come he was able to pull himself from her, steadying his breathing as The Final Ring indicated they had reached their destination as his eyes found hers. With a playful smile and chuckle, he adjusted his collar before helping to smoothen out the wrinkles he had caused on her lovely dress, bringing a hand up to gently brush a lock of hair behind her ear.<i>"God you're so beautiful" </i>He whispered lightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before offering his hand as The Doors opened, leading her along passed the many intricately decorated doors and lovely paintings that lined the hallway until finally they stood outside of their suite.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.galeriemagazine.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F03%2F243f89e0-8235-11e7-a767-bc310e55dd10_1320x770_154749-1024x597.jpg&amp;hash=e5521702ff0be9389e235e778cf36aea" title="243f89e0-8235-11e7-a767-bc310e55dd10_1320x770_154749-1024x597.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>Wes opened the door slowly, allowing her to step in first before slowly shutting The Door behind them, the sound of it locking almost blissful as they finally had the privacy they so desperately desired. His eyes never left her, even with The Stunning beauty of the room they occupied it was nothing compared to Ava, and whatever distance that had somehow opened up between the two was quickly closed, hand reaching outwards to pull her back in and taking his time to lean forward and press his lips to hers, hands gently placed at either side of her face before beginning to slide downwards, flowing over the back of her shoulders before his fingers would attempt to find the zipper which helped hold that lovely dress to her form, inhaling deeply as he pressed into the kiss, his tongue searching for it's partner to partake in the last sweet remnants of strawberry as he sought to free her from the confines of her clothing.