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

[Wren Taylor]

Wren's eyes rolled back and she shuddered again. His emotions were back, and they were flooding her from head to foot.

Wren looked up at him confused. What did he mean it didn't have to? Was that an offer or just a statement....she couldn't decide, but either way, she liked that he had said it.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane laid her back along the couch and lowered himself atop her, keeping his weight mostly off of her. He kissed her forehead, than the tip of her nose and lastly covered her mouth and slid his tongue into her with a forceful thrust. His one arm was still around her waist, between her and the couch, arching her body upward while his other hand slid under her neck to tilt her head back as he slowly pumped his tongue in her mouth. Right now the only thing he could think was that he wanted to stay with her... and not just the one night.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren's eyes remained closed as she let herself fall into pure bliss again. Letting out a soft moan, one of her hands found its way to his hair and started to play, the other slowly ran up his spine, taking in the curves.

Her mind was going a-wall, it was like it was on some kind of drug. It seemed to be spinning completely out of control but at the same time, it was alive with some kind of fire, that sparked every time he touched her.

He showed no signs of leaving yet, and that just made her emotions spark more.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane broke the kiss off with a gentle bite to her lower lip. He removed his hand from her neck and guided first one of her hands than the other above her head and than pinned them to the arm of the couch by her wrists. He allowed more of his weight to press down on her as he positioned himself fully between her legs and began to softly nibble and suck on her neck.

Bane loved her soft lips, her subtle scent, the feel of her body under his. His passions were burning strong now and he knew the only thing that could stop him at this point was her. His emotions were too out of control for him to have any self control left.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren's back arched as his emotions shot through her like a speeding bullet. They were too strong to keep them at bay, everything he was feeling was now coursing through her as well as her own feelings. Like him, all self control was lost.

Looking down at him, Wren let a soft moan pass her lips. She finally realised, the emotions he was feeling were only an enhanced and more developed version of her's. She wasn't admitting anything to herself besides the fact she wanted him to stay, when the truth was, she had very little control as it was and her passion was just as strong as his, she had just been trying to deny it.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane bit into her neck gently and tugged at the skin. He let out a low growl of passion as he sucked hungrily on the trapped flesh. His other hand slipped under her shirt and caressed the soft, warm skin of her back gently. He kept bother her hands pinned and finally let his weight rest fully on her, the lump in his pants pressed down against her.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren gasped loudly and moaned, her eyes shot open at the pain but they rolled back again at the pleasure it was causing her. For some reason she didn't feel so delicate under him anymore.

"Bane....." she breathed, probably not loud enough for him to hear unless his senses were heightened like hers.

Her hands started to fight against his restraint. She wanted to feel his skin, she wanted to let her hands wander across his body, to feel the heat radiating from him, his skin pressed tightly against her's.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane smiled against her neck as she struggled to get free. He continued a path lower, his lips and tongue paying attention to every bit of her skin exposed by her low cut shirt. He loved the feel of her struggling to be freed and he slid the hand from her back down the back of her jeans and running softly over her french knickers. He bit into a bit of her exposed cleavage and sucked roughly as she squirmed underneath him.

[Wren Taylor]

Breathing out heavily against his head, Wren arched the top part of her back, so as her chest was thrust upwards.

Her hands still fighting against his restraint, she urged to be free to touch him, not used as a play thing by him. Bending her head down, she kissed the crown of his and breathed in his scent deeply. As she did so her whole body shook with passion and her longing to touch him exploded, her fighting to get free now came from her whole body, her legs and torso squirmed as did her arms.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane released the flesh from his mouth and kissed her deeply, releasing her hands finally and using that hand to tangle her hair around his hand and pull her lips tightly to his. He squeezed her bum firmly as his tongue snaked around her's. He moaned hotly into her mouth as he kissed her and loved the feeling of her hot body under him.

[Wren Taylor]

Wrapping one arm tightly around his neck, to hold his lips to her's, she snaked the other one up his back under his shirt. The feeling of him warm flesh causing her body to throb and tingle.

Probing his mouth, she rubbed her tongue against his, her legs entwined around him, her eyes closed and soft, pleasureable moans coming from her throat.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane withdrew his tongue from her mouth, teasing her's the whole way out ot tempt it to follow back into his own mouth. He stroked the back of her neck worked his hand into her knickers and squeezed her bare bum as a finger stroked between the cheeks. She was driving him mad with passion and desire and all he wanted was to peel her clothes off of her.

[Wren Taylor]

Chasing his tongue quickly back into his mouth, Wren moaned loudly and started to grind her hips softly. Her whole body was alight with passion and yearning, and the emotions they were both feeling only made the fire spark more.

Panting hottly, Wren continued to moan into his mouth, her nails slowly clawing at his back.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane sucked on her tongue hungrily as he shrugged his trench coat off and let it fall to the ground next to him. He broke the kiss of and lifter her up to his chest, one hand stroking her back and the other pulling her hair gently to tilt her face upward as he kissed her passionately again.

He unfastened her jeans and slid them down, his handsrunning over her aqua blue french knickers. Her thighs were hot, like they were burning with passion and smooth like silk. He reached around and gripped her bum firmly and lifter her upward and closed his mouth over her neck and suckled a mouthful of her flesh.

[Wren Taylor]

Gasping loudly, Wren softly dug her nails into his back and let her head tip back further. She still couldn't figure out why he had sparked all of these emtions in her, but she was loving the feeling she got every time he touched a new part of her body. Everything inside her was jumping around with excitement and passion.

Running her nails up his back, she slowly lifted his shirt over his head and chucked it to the floor by his trench coat.

Opening her eyes, she took in the sight before her, but the sight of his flesh only made the fire spark more ferociously. She bent her head down and kissed across his chest, her hands moving around to the front, to run over his toned skin, caressing it gently.