The morning after the 'supposed' business meeting

[Bane Orwell]

Bane followed her with his eyes, watching her every move. When she leant onto the counter, he saw another chance to catch her by surprise. Focusing carefully on his movements, Bane rose with the grace and silence besought by an experienced combatant. He slid easily across the floor on his bare feet, making but a mere whisper with each step. As he approached he took careful care to move quickly before she could see hsi shadow and react. He slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to his body, the other hand snaking over her mouth to keep her from waking everyone on the floor beneath them and pressed his lips softly to the crown of her head and planted a small kiss. He inhaled her scent softly and let out a long sigh of pleasure from her being against him again. He couldn't help but whisper, "This is the best feeling I've ever felt, Wren."

[Wren Taylor]

Wren's eyes widened and she attempted to scream as she was grabbed from behind. This time it took more than a minute to tecognise who it was, but when she did, she calmed instantly and relaxed against him, her body going limp.

Closing her eyes as he kissed her, she inhaled through her nose deeply and nuzzled back against him. She agreed with him, but she didn't know if she was bold enough to say so.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane leaned down, working a slow path of soft kisses from the crown of her head back behind her ear, which he stopped to nibble, than down to her neck. He nipped gently a few times before running his tongue softly over the creamy skin. He closed his mouth softly over the skin and sucked roughly for a few moments, beign so close to her driving his passions upward again. He couldn't believe the undeniable feelings he had for the small woman already... but he wasn't about to start complaining.

[Wren Taylor]

Tipping her head back against Bane's chest, she kept her eyes closed and let out a small moan.

It was obvious he still had no self control over his actions, but she didn't mind. The only problem was that his passions were flaring again, and if they carried on the up, they'd both end up where they were the previous night, but hopefully it would be in the bed this time, and not on the couch.

Pressing her chest upwards, she let out another moan as the kettle clicked and started to whistle quietly, to indicate it was ready. But she happily ignored it.

[Bane Orwell]

The kettle's sharp whistle drew Bane's mind back to the surface. He moved his hand from her mouth and slid it down her neck and around to the small of her back. He let his fingers work small circles there, slowly working the circles lower as his hand dipped into her shorts. He ran his tongue up to her ear and placed a small kiss behind it before whispering, "Sorry to interrupt... just couldn't resist, sweet Wren."

He took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled it softly as he worked small circles just above her bum.

[Wren Taylor]

Letting out another moan, she pressed her arse firmly against his hand, and pushing both back against him. "It's fine......" she breathed, as her breath was picking up. He really needed to stop making her so hot, she was never going to get anything done this way, however much she just wanted to foget about her work.

"Bane....the...urh....urmm..." How had he managed to get her to reach the point where she couldn't remember her words? "The...urgh...the k-kettle...." she panted.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane let out a low growl of pleasure as she pressed back against him. He almost didn't hear her words, but the moment he did he released her waist and grabbed the kettle, removing it gently from the heat. He reluctantly pulled his hand from her shorts and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Should I let you finish making the coffee?" He asked softly, still reluctant to move away from her... even though she'd be returning to sitting next to him momentarily.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren turned to face him, her eyes showing both their hunger. Empathy was a b*tch most of the time, but other times it gave her the confidence to do exactly what she was about to, because she knew he wanted it as well.

Stretching up, she flung her arms around him and smacked her lips against his, kissing him passionately. Holding herself up with one arm around his neck, she moved her other hand to start wandering around his naked back then round to his front and across his chest.

Moaning into his mouth, she pulled him closer by his neck and refused to let go.

[Bane Orwell]

Wren's actions caught him completely by surprise. She'd been so shy and withdrawn when it came to initiating anything that this sudden... aggressiveness was a very delightful surprise. He let his arms wrap around the witch's slender waist and he lifted her up and against his body. He returned the kiss passionately, pressing her lips apart with his own and sliding his tongue gently into her mouth. Bane continued to lift her up and tilted his head back as she rose above him, his hands slidign to her arse and squeezing firmly.

[Wren Taylor]

Tangling her hands in his hair to keep her grip, she pulled his head back further and tipped herself over him. Her legs found their way around his hips loosely, locking herself completely in place.

She wanted him to take her, there was no doubt about it, but the fact she had just made the urge so obvious worried her slightly. She knew it was her emotions that she was acting, his were only minimal in comparison, it was out of character, but she needed to let it out.

Sliding back down from his grip, the petite witch pushed him back against the wall, seemily easily. She was stronger than what she looked, even if it was only slightly.

She continued to run her hands over his chest and back, her eyes wandering across his torso and up to meet his gaze again, the expression on her face showing her insane hunger for him.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane's back hit the wall and he could feeling himself getting more than just aroused at her actions. The look she was shooting him told him everything he needed to know. He took her head in both hands and kisses her deeply, spinning her so she was pressed against he wall. His hands slid from her head as his tongue danced with her's, moving down her shoulders, arms and finally stopping with her hips in his hands and his body grinding against her's.

[Wren Taylor]

Thrusting her hips against him, she tilted her head back against the wall and moaned loudly. F*ck the kettle she thought, without really thinking it. All she could really think about was the fact that she wasn't letting this masculine hunk out of her house, and if she could help it, he wasn't going to be leaving her bedroom either. Not without her anyway.

Clamping one hand at the base of his neck, Wren pulled his mouth as tightly to her's as possible and thrust her tongue in against his.

Her whole body was alight with passion and hunger, it was so alight, her cheeks were rosy again and her body was trembling against him. Screaming out for him to do something more than kiss her before she exploded internally.