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

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slid his now free hand along her jean covered leg and it stopped squeezing her arse cheek firmly through the pants while he started thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. His eyes were lidded and his passions burning... the taste of her lips completely engulfing his mind. The feel of her small body pressed to him was driving him mad, and the feel of her tongue on his had him in total bliss.

Bane broke the kiss off softly and just stared into her eyes as he held her to him and squeezed her bum.

[Wren Taylor]

Looking up at him to meet his gaze, her eyes not blinking, Wren shuddered with the sheer power of his emotion surging through her. It was strong enough to be able to get her to act out his emotions on himself, but she refused to let herself fully pounce on him.

Running her hand up his neck and into his hair, Wren played with it tentively, her nails stroking along his scalp gently.

Wanting to say something, but not knowing what, Wren opened and closed her mouth a few times before giving up. She was completely lost in his eyes and couldn't find a way to talk, let alone a way out of emotions she was feeling. She was quite content with being lost though.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane lifted Wren upward as he stood, keeping both arms wrapped tightly around her and lifting her slowly to her feet along with him. At full height her head was placed perfectly to his chest... and he had no problem lust pulling it to his chest and stroking her hair softly. His heart was beating rapidly, but his mind was clearing, and as he ran a finger along her spine he knew that it wasn't just some impulsive desire... he could feel a solid passion and care for this small witch in his arms.

"I'm sorry about that Wren. It's been... a while, since I've had any form of physical involvement. I..." Bane cut off not quite sure how to describe his feelings. He'd managed to get them under control again, but he wasn't sure how to describe them to her.

[Wren Taylor]

Closing her eyes contently, Wren focused her hearing on his heartbeat. It was going crazy and she couldn't help but smile. Listening to his words, Wren nodded in understanding. She knew exactly what he was talking about, she had felt it. Every ounce of his emotion surging through her, coursing through her veins. She had been living his emotions as well as her own.

As she thought about it, it dawned on her that he was receeding them, blocking them from her, and it was causing her to feel light headed and slightly drained. To go from something so powerful, so overwhelming...to almost nothing, was like having the wind completely knocked out of her.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane guided Wren slowly to the couch and sat down, her still standing, with his hands on her hips. Even sitting down he was about her height now and he gave her a warm smile to hide the uncertainty running through him. He could feel that he had strong feelings for her, but he wasn't sure how to word them... or what her's were. For all he knew she was just enjoying the ride and the company.

"What... what do you want to do from here, W-w-w-wren?" Bane stammered, his hands kneading her hips softly as he gazed into her eyes.

[Wren Taylor]

Her eyes lost their focus almost instantly and she glanced down at her feet. Now that his emotions weren't overwhelming her, she realized that she had just done something she hadn't done in a very long time, and she had broken the fact that she had never trusted another man enough to get close to in any way.

Shuffling her feet slightly, she looked for something to say, but she didn't know what. She still couldn't figure out why she was feeling the way she was. Chewing on her lip softly, she looked up through her hair with big eyes, then down again.

She knew she wanted it, she just had to figure out why. So instead of answering, Wren turned to the side and perched herself in his lap, her head lay against his shoulder.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slipped an arm around her waist easily and tilted her face upwards with gentle fingers on her chin, "Talk to me Wren. If you think this is just some big mistake just say so. I'll go home, make the necklace and have it owled straight away and you won't have to see me again. I promise I won't come around and hound you or speak to anyone about this."

Bane was practically quiet when he spoke.... afraid this is what she wanted. And offering it to her so she wouldn't have to bring it up herself. Her lack of responses so far as to what she wanted to do was pressing him quickly to the notion that she had just let it carry on and had no real interested in Bane... why would she when she was a successful bar owner.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren bit down on her lip hard, her eyes had a slight saddness in them, but they showed more confusion than anything else. She had to be honest with him, she didn't want to come across as easy and sluttish...she also didn't want to hurt him or push him away. Taking a silent but deep breath, Wren opened her mouth to talk a few times, closing it a second after. She didn't know how to word it.

"Have you ever ----....." she paused, looked down at her hands in her lap and started to fiddle with them. "Have you ever wanted something...you know you wanted it....but you didn't entirely know why?" her voice was soft, and she carried it on her breath.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane watched her carefully and let his hand at her waist run small patterns over her skin with the fingertips. When she asked her question, all he could do was smile softly and nod. He knew exactly what she was describing... it was over taking him right now. The desire to be with Wren... despite the fact that he barely knew her. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly before replying, "I know that feeling very well...."

[Wren Taylor]

Smiling weakly, Wren shuffled further into his lap and pressed her head against his chest. "It's not really making sense to me....." she added hesitantly. "...I've never felt it before...it doesn't make complete sense."

Looking up at him, her chin rested on his chest, she was hoping he could give her some kind of answer, she felt like she knew where she was, but at the same time she felt she was completely lost with him. Very little of it made sense to her.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane stroked her cheek softly and whispered, "where it all just feels right.... like you know it's a good thing and what you want. You just can't find the reason.... you can't explain why it's there all of a sudden and without warning. I don't know what it is... not yet. But I know I like it.... and I do agree that it's what I want..."

He finished with his eyes locked onto her's and his hand having slid behidn her head and was playing with her hair gently.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren felt the sudden urge to close her eyes and let his touch overwhelm her again, but she clung on to what little control she had left, and she let her eyes stay focused on his.

"This has got to be the most enjoyable business meeting i've ever had" she whispered with a warm smile. It all of a sudden dawned on her that he had to leave at some point, and a saddness quickly enveloped her. She felt completely at ease when she was in his arms, not at either extreme of her personality he had witnessed before. She was relaxed and at bliss.
She decided she would have to do what she could to keep him there with her. She felt lost now, but in a good way...if he was to leave now, it wouldn't be a good thing anymore. How could she feel so attached to one person already? So attatched that she felt she wouldn't be able to function without him being there...

[Bane Orwell]

Bane gave a low chuckle at her comment and kissed her softly and whispered against her lips without thinking, "It's a shame it's just a meeting..."

He instantly realized what had come out of his mouth and his hands tensed slightly on her body. He couldn't believe he'd just said something.... so bold. I mean his desires for her had caused him to act affectionately... but to say something about wishing it was more than just a getting together. He was unsure of how she'd take that.... not to mention the surprise in himself for saying it without thinking first. Since meeting Wren he was acting and speaking on impulse and desires rather than thinking things out and speaking carefully as he normally did. He was rather pleased with what it'd lead to so far... but he knew it could lead to lots of trouble too.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren flinched slightly and let out a soft squeak as his muscly hands felt like a vice grip against her petite frame. She placed her hands over his and tugged on them softly, trying to get them to ease up. Why was he squeezing her like that? What had she done....normally she did something wrong to warrant being hurt.

"I agree..." she whispered, hoping the tugging on his hands would cause him to ease up. Wren was little more than skin and bone, it was all too easy to cause the girl pain.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane's grip relaxed and he pulled her tightly as his mouth covered her's in a passionate kiss, "It... it doesn't have to...."

He didn't know what he meant exactly... but he didn't want to leave Wren's side. He didn't want to leave her. He wanted to keep her in his arms as long as possible. Didn't matter where, just as long as he could... could hold her. He felt his emotions swelling up again at the thoughts flickering through his head. He felt a severe disdain for the thought of not beign with her. And the thought of... of staying the night in her arms, well he couldn't keep his desires and happiness at the thought from swelling up to practically swallow him up.