<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">With his senses still soaring from the multitude of sensations all experienced in unison it did take The Hunter a moment to refocus himself. In that one swift moment he had completely forgotten they were still in a Bar and they weren't alone, that urge to begin stripping away layers to intimately begin learning what lay underneath was nearly acted upon before everything slowly began to come back to him. He wasn't sure if he was simply feeding off of the intoxicating taste of her lips or his own <i>unnatural </i>instinct were being drawn in by the pounding of her heart inside her chest. Every sensation from her legs wrapping themselves perfectly around him to their chests pressed together, the way her touch felt on exposed flesh of his neck causing ice to run up and down his spine. Slowly the blurriness of the world around them cleared and soon enough the music of the bar and sound of glasses clinking together brought him back to reality, yet still his gaze was fixated on those beautiful pools of green looking back at him. It brought a smile to his face as he breathed in deeply once more, calming himself down and letting his hands find their way back down to her hips, thumbs absent mindedly finding her belt loops to hook into. Content to remain there, and simply take in the enjoyable feeling.<br/>
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Slowly he'd grown more and more comfortable, and with it brought his more daring nature forward, testing his limits, seeing just what would make those cheeks nice and rosy, what would bring out that smile and heart warming laugh. What seemed to put her off and what seemed to draw a cautious curiosity, and he needed to know more. What brought goosebumps to her flesh, what made her spine curve delicately forward and what glazed those eyes over with lust. The entire time, that voice had returned to the back of his mind, the little "pep talk" he'd given himself in the mirror back at The Hotel. Telling him to step back, calm his heart beat and take that glimmer in his eyes away. How their relationship shouldn't be complicated just because. . .he was so interested in who she was. The Woman pressed to him was a far cry from the one he'd met knee deep in dead shifters, firing rounds with deadly precision and a strictly professional attitude. The one who seemed to have her guard up constantly and grilled him like she was a cop, rolling her eyes at his words and shenanigans. Closely guarded secrets that lay behind strong features and arms crossed over her chest.<br/>
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He let himself lean back, only to allow them a bit more space, and so he could give her his full, undivided attention as she began to speak, genuine interest written on his expression and beginning to nod thoughtfully as she went on. It somehow didn't surprise him, her preferred genre of reading material but it did bring a small chuckle forward, going on to her piano playing and ambidextrous nature. When she began speaking of her preferred spirits however it brought a raised brow and a grin, another hearty chuckle as his eyes followed over to the bottle laying on the table. <i>"Understandable." </i>He nodded, allowing her to continue. Through it all he took every word in and memorized it as best he could. Smile painted on his face the whole time, that warm feeling spreading across his chest and slowly swallowing out the warnings his mind was attempting to throw at him. It was nice to see that "other" side of her, to know what she enjoyed, the things that made Ava, Well. <i><b>Ava. </b></i>When she finished giving an amused huff and nodding her way as took another glance over her form, eyes tracing curves down to where his hands lay and clearing his throat as she turned the question back around to him. <br/>
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<i>"Would you believe me if I said I recently became close friends with A Grunch?"</i><br/>
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He shot that smirk her way along with a small teasing wink, giving a chuckle to his own joke before removing a hand from her hip to bring it to his chin, rubbing thoughtfully as he furrowed his brows and began to think for a few moments. It didn't take too long for the same hand to find itself reaching forward to her face, taking small strands of hair and tucking it gently behind her ear, absent mindedly taking in all the lovely little details of her beauty before finally finding some answers for her. "<i>Well. May surprise you a club wielding savage like myself enjoys reading as well, was always a fan of Tolkien and his Tales of The Middle Earth." </i>It brought a grin forward from him, a small bit of color flowing to his face. A country boy born and raised in the middle of nowhere, completely lost in the pages of a world full of Elves and Men, Magic and Countless wonders for countless nights growing up. He gave a few nods, getting more and more comfortable with his flow of words, attempting to cover the same topics she had. "<i>I play Guitar, old man taught me and his old man taught him before that. Always said when words fail The Strings could speak words better than any tongue ever could." </i>The glimmer in his eye was clear as he spoke a bit of his past, clear love shown for The Man who raised him.<br/>
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<i>"I enjoy Dos Equis. And I <b>promise </b>you it's not because of those stupid commercials. But when I have the chance I prefer a nice Whiskey or Bourbon. But my absolute favorite drink of choice is Tequila." </i>With this he glanced over to the bar and chuckled a bit. There was a reason he hadn't ordered it, there were way too many blank nights in his memory and every single one of them involved Tequila and waking up somewhere in public in various degrees of undress. <i>"Yellow huh? That's a surprise actually, on risk of sounding run of the mill, my favorite color is Blue...though I admittedly have a weakness for green." </i>His eyes immediately met hers after the comment, sly smirk given before shaking his head and returning his hand back down to her hip, once again with fingers looped in her belt loops, he pulled her in.<br/>
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<i>"I'm absolutely in love with Thunderstorms, and I have an incredibly big soft spot for board games. I like walking The Streets of New Orleans sometimes and getting lost, and I enjoy driving backwards in the fog. I love listening to and discovering new music and sounds. And I love quiet, cloudless nights...I spend a lot of my time looking up at the stars." </i>He could continue going on and on, a multitude of tiny little things running through his head, but at the risk of boring her to death he decided it was a nice place to leave off. <i>"I agree though, Fuck Clowns. My Grandmother used to have a rocking chair full of little clown dolls and just..." </i>Wes gave an over exaggerated shiver and an amused chuckle. If he went without seeing another one of them for the rest of his life he'd be more than happy. He'd done a good job of avoiding the minefield of things he could have landed on that would send him spiralling down that dark path of memories that he kept buried, mainly, because while he was with her, they simply didn't exist. She had occupied his focus, and rather than being stuck in the past Wes found himself finally taking in, and enjoying the present. <i>"I'll admit to you one more thing. . .I'm finding myself enjoying the taste of those lips. Hmm, Must be that Mandeville charm."</i></span>​</div>