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

[Wren Taylor]

Reaching out and grabbing his hand, Wren pulled him close to her again. "Please don't go...." she breathed....then it finally dawned on her what she had said. "Urmm...I mean...you...you don't have to, i-it's late...and dark out...and I have room here..." her voice trailed off as she realized her cheeks were burning hotter than they ever had done before. She can't believe she had said that, it had just slipped out.

Turning her head to the side slightly, not enough to hide her face completely, it was a poor attempt she knew, but it was the most she could do considering all except one of her arms was tucked under the silk covered duvet.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane's eyes lit up at the sound of her words, he couldn't believe what he'd heard her say. He squeezed her hand gently than turned her scarlet face to look at him, a warm smile on his face, "Are you sure, Wren. I don't want to impose..."

He wanted to kick the gentleman in him. His body was screamign at him to rip his clothes off and crawl in next to the petite woman and provide her with the night of her life. But Bane refused to lose control this time. He wasn't staying here unless she was sure. He wasn't going to take advantage of her... for all he knew she didn't drink very often.

[Wren Taylor]

Looking up at him, her eyes wide, Wren bit her lip with embarressment and nodded. She can't believe it had just slipped out like that...sure, she was thinking it, but she didn't mean for it to pass her lips.

"I'm sure....." she squeak softly, her embarressment obvious in how she was talking and acting. Stroking her thumb over the back of his hand, she returned the squeeze lightly, pulled him close and whispered again "I'm sure."

[Bane Orwell]

Bane gave her hand a gentle squeeze and released her hand. She looked wonderfully beautiful while embarrassed. Her face a wonderful scarlet and her squeaky voice adorable He gave her a soft smile, "Of course I'll stay, Wren."

He carefully removed his trench coat, sliding it off his arms and shoulders as if it were made of precious stones. He Moved to the door and hung the jacket on the coat hook there. He than unbuckled the gunbelt double looped around his waist. He lifted the weighty accessory with the twin colts on it and hung the belt by the buckle from the same hook. He than lifted his shirt off his chest, brown chest hair and several scars visible across his torso. He stood there momentarily, slightly embarrassed that she would see the injuries.

[Wren Taylor]

Smiling widely at his agreeance to stay, Wren clambered out of bed.
Walking up to him, she brushed a hand along his stomach "I'll go get you a night cap as well" she whispered softly, "feel free to make yourself at home." As she went to walk past him, she pressed her torso against his gently.

She had felt his embarressment and didn't want to make him feel even moreso. She knew how badly embarressment sucked. Stepping out into the lounge, out of sight, she held her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly and excitement flooded her.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane was grateful that she'd left momentarily. He didn't want to go into depth about the large array of scars across his body. He sat on the edge of the bed and slipped his boots off one at a time followed by the socks. He arched his back to stretch, finding himself surprisingly limber. He smirked at the thought that he wouldn't mind business meetings with Wren on a constant basis. He unfastened his trousers and slid them off. His boxers underneath were a silky black... a nice soft material much needed when one wore cowboy trousers all the time.

He moved to the opposite side of the bed that she'd been laying on and pulled the covers back. He sat down momentarily, feeling the softness of the material on his skin as he made himself comfortable. He positioned himself in a sat upright position since he knew she had ran off to fix him a drink. He was once again fighting his emotions... they kept thriving for him to take her tonight... to meet her in the doorway and rekindle the passion that had been burning earlier. But the more rational side to him insisted on being a gentleman. He was already worried that he had made a bad impression and that she would want nothing to do with him in the morning.

[Wren Taylor]

It had taken Wren longer than normal to get the drink. She had spent most of her time trying to regain her composure in the lounge.

Having fixed him a double shot, she figured he would need it considering how much bigger than she, he was, she took a few deep breaths and walked back towards her bedroom. Stopping in the door way, she smiled warmly over at Bane, and hid her surprise that he was already in the bed.

Slowly shuffling her way over to him, she handed him the drink and stroked his hand as she did so. "I figured you'd want a double....if I got it wrong I can go get another or you can have mine" she said softly. Her voice was calm and even, barely more than a whisper, but it carried contentment in it.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane gave her a soft smile and took the glass from her, his fingertips brushign the back of her hand, "A double is just right. It's about what I normally have. This has been quite the evening and this should help my.... wandering thoughts settle down a bit."

Bane held the glass and wait patiently for his hostess to join him in bed. Though he could feel his passion risign from seeign her moving around in such barely there clothes. He bit his lower lips gently trying to maintain some self composer while he waited.

[Wren Taylor]

Smiling widely at his comment, Wren nodded in understanding.
Shuffling over to her dressing table, she picked up a hair tie out of a small gem box and tied her blonde hair up in a messy bun.

Shuffling her way round to her side of the bed, it finally hit her how tired she was. Pulling the covers back, she just let herself fall in with a light thump. Pulling the covers back over herself, she picked up her glass off the table and propped her neck and head up slightly.

Holding her glass up, in recognition, to Bane, she waited for him to put his to his lips.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane raised his glass to her slightly than took a long pull from it. He felt the heat of the burning liquid as it rolled over his tongue and flowed smoothly down his throat. The liquid trailed fire in it's wake down his throat and he relished the sensation as his mind began to wrap his emotions back under control. He know knew he had strong feelings for Wren... but to what extent those feelings existed weren't entirely clear.

[Wren Taylor]

Tipping the liquid down her throat in one hit, she knew she wouldn't be brave enough to do it again if she didn't finish it the first time, Wren poked her tongue out and pulled a discusted face. "Yeuch!!" she exclaimed, her eyes and nose all wrinkly from being screwed up. "So not my drink of choice..."

Placing her glass down on the side, she watched Bane enjoy his drink, how he did that she didn't know. Reaching her arm over, she laid her hand gently on his chest and started to play with the hairs.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane tossed back his head and downed the rest of the whiskey, again enjoying the burning beverage. He let out a low sigh as he felt Wren playing with his chest hairs. He placed the glass on the side table, than wrapped an arm aroudn Wren's shoulders, resisting the urge to pull her tightly molded to his frame. Instead gave a gentle squeeze as he spoke, "I'll talk to you in the morning than my beautiful Wren?"

[Wren Taylor]

With her eyes already half lidded, Wren pulled herself tight to his side, she would only end up doing it as she sleeped anyway, and if he pushed her away, she wouldn't complain.

Resting her head up on his chest, she continued to play with the hairs that coated his chest. Taking in his scent only caused her eyes to close completely as she slid closer to sleep. "I guess so..." she drawled out, her voice slurred from exhaustion but her mind wanting her to stay awake for her company. Nuzzling his chest, she tried to prize her eyes open, but they didn't make it very far before closing agin. "I hope you have sweet dreams Bane..." she added sweetly.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slid an arm around her and let it run along her back and pressed her tightly to his body. Having her pressed against his body in bed like this... it felt right. His other hand reached up to stroke her hair gently as she nuzzled his chest. Bane's fingers worked the small circles on the small of Wren's back as he kept her pressed to his body. He slid a leg between her's and let his eyes close. Now this right here... this was total bliss. He felt relaxed and at peace right here in her arms.

"Good night, my wonderful Wren," Bane whispered sotly.... but he continued onward thinking outloud, "With a gorgeous girl like you next to me, darling, I promise my dreams will be wonderful."

[Wren Taylor]

Wren was, by this point, beyond exhausted, her eyes could hardly move and her body was dead. But upon hearing his words, her cheeks flushed a rose color automatically.

That's just the alcohol and exhaustion talking... she thought, but she couldn't help but smile weakly. It all seemed, well....almost perfect. The evening had been pure bliss. A thought crossed her mind about what he would think in the morning, but she pushed it away.

Letting out a yawn, which finished with a squeak, she wrapped her left arm around his waist and squeezed him gently. "You're such a liar...." she mumbled half-heartedly.