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

[Bane Orwell]

Bane let out a soft moan as she kissed his chest and slid his hands up her thighs and pushed her shirt upward as his hands slid across her stomach and abdomen. He relished the feel of her soft burning skin under his hands. as he slid her shirt over her head and up her arms he used it to once again capture her wrists above her head. He used her wrists to stretch her over the couch with her back arched and traced the outline of her bra with his tongue.

[Wren Taylor]

Shivering violently with pleasure, she rippled her body underneath his, pressing herself tightly to him. He reall did know how to give attention in all the right places.

Feeling his warm breath and the warmth of his tongue on her chest, caused her body to shake more. He was driving her wild. Part of her wished he would just take her already, but she was glad for the restraint he was showing as well. She knew she must of been coming across as easy, and she was glad he wasn't treating her completely as such. Taking their time helped slightly mask it.

Moaning his name on her breath again, Wren lifted her chest up towards him one more time and, although she struggled, she managed to hold it there.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slid his free hand under her back to help support her arching to make it easier for her and continued his slow oral torment of her chest. He nipped lightly through her bra and made the occassinal pass to her neck for a quick bite and suck. He slid his hand down her back and let his hand press agaisnt her bum firmly as it slid over her knickers and between her legs.

He sighed her name softly against her lips before kissing her deeply and lowering her fully onto her back atop the couch. He kicked his boots free and lowered himself slowly ontop of her and finally broke the kiss and hesitated with where they were... unsure if he should proceed or not.

[Wren Taylor]

Looking up at him blankly, it took her a moment to register he had stopped his attentions. Frowning, Wren freed her arms from her shirt and pulled him down to meet her lips again. How dare he stop so abruptly like that, was he just going to leave her there like that? She wasn't going to give him a choice now.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, she locked his lips to her's. Moving her other hand to his back, she ran it down his back and slotted it into his pants....

Just as she was about to unbutton his pants, there was a loud knock on the wooden door. Wren removed her hand quickly and sat the top half of her torso up. Looking up at Bane, confused, she looked across at the door and it finally dawned on her that, yep, she was still at home, on her couch, and someone was knocking on her door....Oh crap! someone was at the door.

Looking up at Bane again with wide eyes, she quickly pecked him on the lips and rolled out from under him. "Who is it??!!" she called, her voice echoing off the walls.
"It's me..." the voice of the person on the otherside of the door obviously belonged to a young woman, someone much younger than Wren.

"Shit..." Wren mumbled, scrambling up her clothes and whipping them on as fast as possible. "It's Bridget...that bar maid I was telling you about....here..." Wren picked up Bane's clothes and threw them at him.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane pulled his shirt over his head easily and deftly slung his trench coat on, habitual ease evident as his coat falls down and covers the hand cannons at his side. He kicked his boots upright stuffed his feet in them awkwardly while scrambling to grab the necklace he'd let drop to the floor earlier. He let out a low growl of frustration as his boots tripped him up a little and he had to pay them some attention to get his feet in them properly. HE finally got them on and placed the necklace in it's leather bound case. He snapped the clasp closed and returned the case to the inside pocket of his jacket.

Bane took a seat in the sitting chair and picked up what remained of his drink and waited patiently for Wren to answer the door... wonderign if he was going to get to see her yell some more like when she'd thought he was the very girl at the door now. He could feel the pain in his trousers at the interruption and mentally cursed the barmaid that was ruining what they'd been enjoying.

[Wren Taylor]

Giving Bane a slight nod of thanks and approval, Wren shuffled grumpily over to the door. Adjusting her hair, and with a sigh, she flung it open. "WHAT?!" She screetched. "Did I or did I not tell you to leave me the friggin' hell alone??" Wren scowled down at the girl that was no older than nineteen, she was shorter and stockier than Wren, with short, cropped, choppy brown hair.

The girl looked around Wren and noticed Bane sat across in the chair, she mumbled an apology and explained that one of the regular alcoholics was causing a scene downstairs and going on about 'you-know-who' again. "It's making everyone else uncomfortable, and people are walking out" she mumbled, keeping her voice low and her eyes down cast.

"Jesus christ Bridget, you know what to goddamn do in this situation! You've delt with it before!!!" Wren's cheeks tured pink with frustration.

"It didn't work..." the girl added meekly.

"Then kick him out...use force if you have to, I don't care, i'm in a business meeting, if you bother me one more time today, it'll be the last time you set foot in this bar!!" Wren screamed and with that, she slammed the door in the girls face.

Humphing her way back over to where Bane was sat, Wren perched on the arm of the couch, picked up her glass of wine and downed it in one swig. "Sorry about that...I've lost count of how many times today that she's come up here."

Wren was obviously peed off, her cheeks were pink and she was breathing heavily through her nose, all of her concentration went to calming herself down for her guest.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane stood slowly and moved next to Wren, one hand falling on her shoulder and the other working it's way slowly up her back. He applied moderate pressure to both and worked on relaxing her muscles to help her calm down. She really could swap from one mood to another... one second hot with burning passion than the next breathing flames at the barmaid. Both hands met at her neck and he pressed his thumbs firmly against the base and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren let her head loll forward with a sigh. "I'm sorry about that...." she whispered, dropping her glass on the couch. "It's just so damn frustrating you know?...I mean...It's not like I get many days off, and even when I do, I get harassed over stupid little things like that....it's just so...grrr!" she growled, feeling her body tense again.

Hiding her face in her hands, Wren mumbled "sorry" through her hands repeatedly as the embarressment started to hit her.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane gently turned her to face him and took her hands in his to keep them from covering her face. He gave her a soft smile and softly kissed her lips. He placed his hands on the back of her neck and massaged it gently while giving numerous small, teasing kisses and lip bites to Wren before speaking gently, "There is no need to apologize to me, Wren. I understand completely... sometimes you just need people to bugger off and give you some space and time to yourself. I imagine it's hard to get that living and spending most of your time above the bar.

Shall we get back to our 'business meeting', than?" Bane asked with a soft smile before closing his mouth over her's in a deep kiss.

[Wren Taylor]

Melting under his hands, Wren returned the kiss tenderly. Running her hands up Bane's arms, she pulled away from the kiss and sighed. She was stressed again, and no amount of melting could hide it.

Leaning forward, she rested her head against his stomach and closed her eyes. "I upset her..." she whispered, barely audiable. "I didn't mean to...." Running her hands back down his arms, she pulled his hands away from the back of her neck and entwined her fingers with his.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane wrapped his arms around Wren and pulled her tightly to his chest, making soft shushing sounds, "Don't worry about it, hon. It'll be fine in the morning. Let me pour you a night cap, my sweet Wren. A good night's rest will help you relax."

Bane stroked the back of Wren's neck softly and placed the other hand on her hip. He was smiling softly at her and hadn't even realized that he'd referred to her as his Wren. He was more concerned with her getting some rest and calming down than anything at this point.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren nodded willfully, his offer sounded nice, lord knows she could do with a peaceful night's sleep for once. Thinking over what he had just said, Wren noticed he had reffered to her as his Wren, but for some reason her mind wouldn't object. Instead a warm smile spread across her lips and a warmth filled her inside.

Burying her face in his chest, she nuzzled it softly and stifled a yawn...which was odd for her. It was only about midnight, and at this time she would normally be kicking the last of the drunks out of the bar, and still had a couple of hours of cleaning left ahead of her. She was never normally tired until at least three am.

Letting her eyes close, she breathed in his scent deeply and let it out in a contented sigh.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane stroked her hair gently and whispered, "Go ahead and crawl into bed, Wren. I'll poor you a shot of whiskey and bring it in to you. I'll let myself out so you can sleep. I'll send you an owl tomorrow concerning the necklace."

He gave her arse a gentle swat and picked her glass up off the couch. He undid the cap for the triple malt whiskey she'd brought out earlier and poured a shot into it. He would have loved to be pouring both of them a night cap and spending the night with her, but he didn't dare presume she'd want his company. Not to mention it was just plain rude.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren took his hand again and nodded. As she went to walk away, she let her hand slowly slide free. Turning to give him a soft smile, she pottered off to her bedroom slowly.

It felt weird to her ,not being in the same room as him, not hearing his soft breathing. It seemed eerily silent all of a sudden, but knowing he was coming back shortly, she quickly stripped out of her clothes and pulled on her gray tank top and navy blue shorts and climbed into the red, silk sheeted, king size bed.

Nestling her self down so as she was comfy, she tucked the whole of her body under the covers and waited for him to come in.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane's boot's clicked softly as he entered Wren's bedroom quietly, the glass in his hand and he smiled warmly as he saw her laying there waiting for him. He crossed the room with soft steps and placed the glass on the nightstand next to her before leaning over to give her a soft kiss.

"Sweet dreams, my darling Wren. I"m glad you came into my shop the other day... I'll stop by whenever you like. Just send me an owl Wren. Here's a shot next to you, I'll lock the door on my way out." Bane whispered softly against her lips. He ran a hand gently through her hair as he rose to leave, his hand lingered softly for several moments.