Despite every desire The Hunter felt as their lips embraced eachother, every urge to flip her right then and let those kisses begin finding their way down her neck to her chest. To slowly peel back the bothersome layers that kept him from the flesh that lay protected below, No. He couldn't. . .well, he shouldn't. Despite everything they'd been through, The Leap of Faith she had placed in him as she revealed her abilities. The admission that she'd seen the horrible things that lay buried in his past, hidden behind lopsided smiles and eyes that did well to hide the multitude of events that they had seen. Wes finally pulled himself away, giving one last smile her way, a final squeeze to her hand being given before he pushed himself off The Bed, a mighty stretch being given along with a multitude of satisfying pops from his joints and spine. As he turned to walk out The Door, he caught sight of that pout, and his heart damn near exploded.<br/><br/>Wes wasn't quick to shut the door, however once outside, hidden behind the safety of it he couldn't help the content laughter that found itself escaping. His face was slowly beginning to become sore, when was the last time he had smiled this much? Truly let his guard down? As he walked passed the numbered doors of The Quiet little roadside Motel he no longer felt the crushing weight of The World resting on his shoulders, The Poor Boy even seemed to have a spring in his step. It was when he attempted to access The Main Office that his little quest hit it's first snag, locked up tight, with no sign of anyone having occupied the tiny little room since The Night before. With a huff, Wes set about on "Plan B", eyes scanning around for a few moments before making his way around to the other side of The Building, soon enough coming to The "Employees Only" sign hanging severely faded and turned a sickly yellow from what he could only assume was its original white. Once the door knob proved to be locked as well, seeing as how he didn't quite have the necessary tools at his disposal, he gripped the knob tightly, his other hand coming to rest at it's base before pulling back in a feat of strength.<br/><br/>It wasn't often he used his new found "Abilities". He saw them as a curse, every act taking a bit more of the time he had away before he would require a feeding to replenish The Cursed Blood that flowed in his veins. With old wood splintering easily, Wes removed the entire knob along with the locking mechanism, the door swinging open freely as he gave a satisfied little nod, tossing the door knob off to the side as he found himself in The tiny little break room hidden behind the main counter of The Check In office. And that's where he hit gold, unable to stop the chuckle that rose from his chest as his eyes surveyed the questionable pot of coffee he eyed sitting outside by the main door, and the high end coffee maker that sat on the counter next to ancient microwave, the glass window long ago permanently stained with whatever nightmare of a left over meal exploded within. It was obvious the ownership had their priorities in the right place, he'd expect nothing less from a Motel run by Cannibals, one had to be sharp, and one couldn't do so without a proper Cup of Brew to delight the senses.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Wes to begin making his return to their room, two cups brewed to perfection along with all the necessary additions, several packets of sugar and creamer kept in his pockets, along with an entire box of freshly opened Honey Buns. He was sure they wouldn't miss em, after all, who in their right mind breaks into a questionable roadside Motels Office, leaves the money untouched and only takes the box of sugary snacks and some Coffee from The Employee Break Room? Besides, if they could somehow afford the coffee machine of the future, they'd survive losing only ten dollars worth of stuff. Wes took a moment, fumbling with the door as he opened it, giving a few amused chuckles before he turned, closing the door and glancing over his shoulder to catch sight of. . .that absolute Angel that stepped out of The Restroom.<i>"Wow..." </i>Wes hadn't even realized the words had escaped him, but it didn't take away from the simple statement. He probably could have gone on and made a fool of himself, showering her in compliments for the rest of the morning, but he was sure she could already read everything he wanted to say simply in the way his eyes surveyed her and that warm smile that found its way forward.<i>"Feeling a bit better?" </i>He finally managed to find his voice again, turning to her as he held out one of the fresh cups for her, and tossing the box of sinful delights onto The Bed along with the sugar and creamer.<i>"Wasn't sure how you preferred your Coffee. . .may or may not have been distracted by this lovely woman back at The Diner that night. Kyla I think her name was. Gorgeous eyes, maybe you've met her before?" </i>Wes gave an amused huff, it certainly was a long winded way of saying he simply couldn't remember her preferred fixings.<br/><br/>However, he was willing to give it a second chance, if she'd allow it that is. He sat himself down at The Edge of The Bed, eyes still focused on her as he brought his own cup to his lips, savoring the much needed jolt of caffeine. . .mixing perfectly with the sweet taste of her lips from that morning. Wes had tried to ignore that rising warmth he felt the longer he observed her, memories of the little intimate moments they'd shared together creeping their way forward. And that smile. . .that laugh. He had wanted to believe it was just the overwhelming lust created of their bodies meeting as one, the way her legs wrapped so perfectly around him, the way their tongues danced together, the way their hands moved smoothly over each others bodies. But more and more, it was becoming obvious he was tempted giving in to that dangerous, forbidden desire. Looking forward, how their partnership didn't have to end after Scarlett had been brought home safely, and Dresden lay in a pool of his own blood. . .no, no he was moving too quickly. There still lay a massive obstacle, and he did his best to hide the sudden worry that came forth, he should have told her right then and there. Save them both the heart ache.<b>I need to tell you something. </b>The words echoed in his head over and over, but they were drowned out as he took another sip of his Coffee.<i>"I suppose you'll be laying low back in Mandeville till The Heat dies down?" </i>Wes bit his tongue, eyes glancing around as he leaned forward and he focused his attention on the cup held in his hands.<br/><br/>"<i>Would offer you stay with me instead. . .but it would be a good idea to stay split for a bit. Draws less attention. Besides. . ." </i>His eyes glanced upwards at her, friendly smirk given her way as he shrugged his shoulders.<i>"Gives me something to look forward to when we meet back up."</i>