Coming to discuss business...(Wren and Bane)

[Wren Taylor]

Wren let out an involuntary but pleasureable sigh as his lips pressed against her cold skin. The tighness of this necklace caused her to snap out of her trance momentarily but she sank back into it as soon as he went back to caressing her neck. He had her completely spell bound and she didn't know how or why.

Feeling a cold mist succumb her mind, Wren shuddered again. Everything but her own emotions had vanished, surely that wasn't supposed to happen. But she felt dizzy and naked not being able to feel anything.

"It's gone..." she hurried out in a breath, as she did so her body tensed under him but it couldn't stay that way for long. His attentions had her completely relaxed.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane moved around in front of her, his hands caressing her neck, than her throat. he stared into her eyes softly and leaned in. He pressed one hand to the back of her neck softly, but firmly enough to cause her head to til back and covered her mouth with his. His lips parted her's softly and his tongue slid out just barely to stroke her lips than the tip of her tongue. He held thekiss for just a minute before breaking it off and speaking softly as his lips brushed hers, "Is it how you wanted it to be..."

[Wren Taylor]

Wren breathed out heavily and felt her chest cave beneath her, her eyes rolled back and her knees knocked together a few times before she found the strength in them again "Not really...it doesn't feel right" she mumbled, slightly stunned, but feeling high at the same time "It's too empty" she added.

It took all of her concentration to open her eyes again, and when she finally managed to, she found herself looking directly up at him again, her eyes were glued to his, her lips slightly parted and her breathing rapid.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slipped a hand to the back of her neck and undid the clasp, lettign it fall freely from her neck and not bothering to catch it. As it clunked to the floor he pressed his lips to her's again, more hungrily than before. He kissed her passionately, taking her lower lip between his and suckign on it gently as the hand at the back of her neck played with the nape and his other arm slid around her waist to pull her gently to his body. His emotions were running rampant with passion and desire for the young, petite witch.

"How about now?" he whispered in a barely audible voice as he broke off the kiss.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren's eyes had remained closed and her body limp is his arm from the second he put his lips to her's. That hadn't stopped her from returning the kiss though.

Opening her eyes with a slow flutter, she looked up at Bane and her mind drew a complete blank "Wh-...what...what did y-you say?" she stammered breathlessly. Her body was shaking passionately, her eyes were sparkling and her lips were parted so as she could breathe heavily.

Her eyes quicking darted around the room as she took in her surroundings. She had completely forgotten where she was, she could of been in the middle of muggle London right now, with thousands upon thousands of emotions flaring around, and she wouldn't of noticed. He had her completely and utterly spell bound. Right this second she was his to do as he pleased...afterall, she could hardly do anything for herself.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane smiled softly and pecked her lips gently, "I asked if that was better, Wren."

He didn't' release her, she wasn't objecting or pulling away. In fact, he got the impression she wanted to be there. He let a hand stroke along her spine gently and lowered his head even further to nibble just behind her jaw joint.

[Wren Taylor]

"If what was bet---....." she paused and took in a long breath "Oh right....yea, that's better...thank you." Her voice was soft but slightly shaky.

Taking in a short, sharp breath as he nibbled at her skin, Wren tipped her head back and to the side. She couldn't understand why she wasn't fighting him off. She was far from an easy girl and no man had made it into her life since her ex husband who was currently still in prison. All her guards had fallen and he was free to trample all over her...which he was partially doing, but she was enjoying it. She would have to sit down and have a serious talk with herself later...but for now she was going to stay relaxed in his arms.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane ran his tongue softly from her jaw to her ear and flicked her earlobe gently while he spoke, "So we're looking for something in between the two?"

Both his arms had slipped around her and encircled her waist and back. They weren't applying any pressure, but she was pressed snugly against his chest. He couldn't believe his own boldness... he hadn't felt anything for a woman since Maria had died. But here he was with a burning desire for this petite young witch he barely knew. He released what little grasp he had on her and let his arms drop to his sides and withdrew slightly giving her space.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren stumbled back slightly when he released her, it was basically the first time she had held herself up while they had gotten close. Her eyes few open, and she looked up at him, confused.

Not knowing why he let her go, she decided to answer his question "Yea...probably...I suppose..." she tilted her head slightly "Is that what you think is best?..." her voice trailed off and she had no problems keeping her eyes fixed to his this time.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane noticed the way she was puzzled by his withdraw and it confused him. This was... inappropriate at best. She was supposed to be a client and here he was practically seducing her in her home under the guise of helping her. He suddenly felt.... dirty.

"I"m sorry Miss Taylor... perhaps I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry for.... for this." He stammered embarrassed as he knelt to retrieve the necklace.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren instantly gathered herself together and stepped forward and knelt infront of him. "Please don't be sorry.." she whispered softly, she stretched her hand out and placed it delacately on top of his, "you have nothing to apologize for, and please don't feel like you do."

Looking up at him her eyes were big and still sparkling, "please don't be embarrassed either...and i'm sorry for intruding on your emotions, but its coming over pretty strong." Gently stroking the back of his hand, Wren refused to look away from him.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane looked into Wren's eyes at her words and leaned forward again, this time keeping his lips just barely off of hers, "Don't apologize. You're welcome to read them whenever you like, Wren."

He held himself there, lips just millimeters from her's, her hand stroking the back of his and their eyes locked. He could feel his heart beating... he wanted to see if she'd make the next move. She'd taken him by surprise with her sudden action to move to him and tell him not to apologize. She was such a complex young woman... one minute barely talking... the next insisting that he shouldn't be sorry and stroking his hand. He was rather pleased by it though.

[Wren Taylor]

Taking his hand in her small one, Wren closed the gap between them. Her soft lips pressing against his tenderly.

Shuffling forward on her knees more, Wren almost fell into his lap,but she managed to save herself at the last minute. Her lips never left his, her slender hand entwined into his large bear paw of a hand. For some reason she didn't want to let go, and this time she figured she wouldn't until he pushed her off of him.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane returned the kiss softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He slid his free arm around her and scooped her against his chest and held her pressed tightly. He turned the kiss more passionate and nibbled on her lower lip before pressing his tongue gently between her lips to slowly explore her mouth. He had no intention of backing out after she'd made it clear that she wanted this.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren gasped softly as he scooped her up tightly, wriggling her hand free, she placed her twiggy arms around his neck and returned every inch of passion he was projecting to her.

Moving her hand up, she placed it lengthways up his neck and ran her nails across his hair line.Her tongue stroked against his in her mouth softly.

He had managed to get some kind of fire burning inside her, she didn't know where it came from or why it was there, but she knew it was a foreign feeling, one long forgotten. But she also knew she didnt want it to end. If he pulled away from her now, she knew, for some reason, it would hurt.