Breaking and Entering ((RP for _freaksrus))

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"Now, Dennis," Wesley intoned carefully, addressing the empty air of the living room, "all we want in this case is... deterrence. As I explained, Gwen is not an enemy. I know she'll be breaking into the apartment, but you do remember what I told you, yes?" He took the lack of furniture rattling as a sign of acquiesence. "Very good, thank you. You're welcome to dissuade and interfere with her attempts, but I emphasize that no harm is to come to her." Again silence. "Thank you, Dennis. I'll make sure to repay you soon."

Walking through the apartment, Wesley consulted the small pad in his hand and ticked off his checklist once more. Every room had been considered in the security of is living space, and he'd applied every bit of his knowledge and experience to the task. For Gwen's visit, though, he did disarm the mystical wards and spells that lined the apartment, in deference to her inexperience with such.

Satisfied with the preparations, he picked up the phone and dialed Gwen's number, leaving a voice mail.

Gwen, it's Wesley. You may consider this your starting pistol for our little wager. I've secreted a very old and very valuable book, the Grey Tome in a safe in the bedroom closet of my new apartment. I originally intended to vacate the premises while you worked, but I think I'd rather observe firsthand my victory or defeat... and, frankly, I'd like to see you in action. But I'll do nothing personally to interfere with your attempt, as if I weren't present. Now that you have the particulars and the address, I'm sure I'll see you soon.

Retiring to the bedroom with one of his few novels, Wesley settled into a chair and waited.

OOC: Have at it! Feel free to have Phantom Dennis hamper Gwen however you think would work best.

((Note: this thread contains NC-17 material.))

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Gwen stood outside the apartment number that Wesley had given her, a smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she silently worked the lock with her picks. The satisfying sound of the click reached her ears and her hand reached for the door knob. Just as she turned it, Gwen heard another click engaging the lock. Her brow knit when the door refused to open. Wesley had promised not to interfere, and unlike her, Gwen doubted he would lie. Nor did she think, if he did lie, it would have been to re-lock the door.

She reached in her black bag once again for her lock picks and went to work. This time when she finished. she sent a bolt of electricity at the metal door knob and dead bolt. Someone on the other side would get a nasty shock if they tried to re-lock the door. Quietly, she twisted the knob and entered the apartment.

Gwen stood just inside the door, letting her eyes adjust to the faint light inside. As she did, her gaze roamed around the room taking in the furniture and decorations. Wesley had very good taste. Not that she was surprised, she'd expected a stylish apartment.

Moving silently forward, Gwen paused when she heard a sound to her right. She turned her head just in time to see a chair slide across the floor and towards her. It took a split second for it to register in her mind, before her muscles bunched and she jumped over it. Gwen bit back a laugh at Wesley's ingenious use of remote control. She had no idea how he had moved the chair to hamper her movements, but she was impressed, and wondered if that was how the locks had worked, too.

"Nice try, handsome." Gwen said softly before returning to her mission toward Wesley's bedroom. Just as she'd taken a few steps toward the room, a lamp began to move toward her. Her brow knit wondering what Wesley thought a lamp would do that a chair didn't. The confusion cleared as the lamp cord, from the now unplugged appliance, inched its way closer to her ankles.

"Not going to happen." She danced out of the way and shot electricity at it for good measure. It was one thing to remote control furniture, but quite another to remote control the cord of a lamp. Gwen turned in a slow circle, her mind quickly working through everything that had happened and this time the laugh escaped.

"Nice watch dog, Wesley."

[ooc: I wasn't sure if the bedroom door was open for Wesley to see her so I didn't have her reacting to him sitting there. If open, pretend she winked at him when she entered. If shut, the last comment was said from the door that she opened. :) ]

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It wasn't until several chapters into his reading that Wesley heard the front door unlock. Carefully marking his place with a brass bookmark and setting the novel down on the nightstand, Wesley sat up and waited, listening. He heard the door lock, then unlock again with a short crackling sound. Wesley guessed that to be Gwen's power being used on the front door, which promptly opened, then closed again.

With an unsuppressed grin, he imagined the actions that matched the sounds reaching him through the bedroom door. That scrape, he decided, must have been one of the dining room chairs. Dennis had sent it skittering across the floor rather than flinging it through the air, in accordance with Wesley's instructions to exercise restraint. Another sound he couldn't quite identify followed, but right after it came the soft pad of Gwen's feet and another crackling discharge of energy.

At last, the bedroom door swung open to reveal Gwen, in a black ensemble that clung to her figure in a manner of which Wesley was greatly appreciative. From his shadowed corner, Wesley smiled.

"His name is Dennis," Wesley replied lightly. "I'll tell you the story later, but you do have to admit he's an exceptionally effective deterrent. However, I do believe you're still not quite at goal." He gestured toward the closed closet door in the opposite corner of the room with a playful smile.

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Gwen's eyebrow quirked at Wesley's playful smile and knew there would be more 'deterrents' before she got her prize. The fact that she would win was never doubted in her mind, even when it was revealed there was a 'watch ghost'. Gwen was stubborn like that.

She brought her braid forward, letting it trail over her chest. It was a smoke and mirror move. "He is very effective and if I'd been a different thief I probably would have given up after the second obstacle. Some thieves are lazy that way, but I like the challenge."

Her tone was light as she spoke, "I'm surprised Dennis was still nearby after the bolt I sent into the door. Ghosts usually aren't fond of electricity except when they can use lights to scare people." It was a subtle hint to the ghost that she would be more than happy to zap his ass if she could figure out where he was.

Gwen palmed the small tool that she'd taken from her braid, and took a few steps forward. She never saw it coming until she spotted it out of the corner of her eye, and with perfect reflexes, Gwen ducked and dove for Wesley's bed. The small framed artwork had narrowly missed her shoulder and Gwen grinned over at Wesley. "He's good." Her hands caressed the bed coverings, "And you have excellent taste."

ooc: BWAHAHA, Gwen is enjoying herself.

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"I would have been sorely disappointed if you had given up," Wesley noted sincerely. "You've struck me as made of much stronger stuff than that." He smiled as Gwen toyed with her hair. Even done up in the efficient and out-of-the-way manner as it was, her supposedly idle gesture with it was just as eye-catching as when she wore it loose and wild.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her comment about Dennis and the electrical jolt. Wesley hadn't expected Gwen, who for the most part, maintained the sensibilities of the world that either didn't know or didn't acknowledge the supernatural. It certainly raised his estimation of the woman a notch or two. "Very true," he said, "though I would ask you as a favour not to shock poor Dennis too greatly."

Still maintaining his position, Wesley fell silent as Gwen continued on her mission. The art-- an antique print of Doré's engraving "The Empyrean" for Dante's Inferno (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Paradiso_Canto_31.jpg) that had survived the journey from England to Sunnydale to Los Angeles-- swung through the air, careening toward Gwen. With a fantastically graceful movement, Gwen avoided the projectile. To Wesley's great relief, the intended weapon stopped short in the air and was gently placed on a nearby shelf.

Wesley turned his attention to Gwen, who was now sprawled, catlike in every way, upon his bed. His smile widened and warmed as her hands ran over the covers. "Thank you," Wesley answered. "I see no reason why the bed should not be as inviting a place as possible. However," he added more playfully, "there is still the matter of the safe in the closet?"

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Gwen let her fingertips trail over the covering on the bed a little bit longer, then shifted her weight until she was resting on her elbows. "There's not going to be a projectile water balloon when I open the closet door is there?" Her eyebrow quirked upward with her tone teasing. She glanced over her shoulder at the art that had nearly hit her shoulder and rolled to sit on that side of the bed. Her hands automatically reached for it, then laughed when it jumped out of the way. "I wasn't going to steal it, Dennis just look at what you decided to toss at me." The print inched its way back toward her and she smiled, "Thank you."

It was beautiful. Her hazel gaze took in every detail of the artist's vision and gently set it back down on the table. "You have an eye for beautiful things." Gwen turned to wink at Wes before performing a fluid motion of rolling across his bed to the other side. "Not as much fun when dressed and by yourself." She held up her hand, the electricity bouncing along her skin. "Just to make sure there won't be any surprises." A small bolt left her hand and zapped the knob of the closet effectively making sure Dennis didn't do anything with that.

Satisfied, Gwen opened the closet door and ducked in a fluid motion. Laughing, she straightened up before turning to glance at Wesley. "No wet t-shirt."


[ooc: I wasn't sure what type of safe Wes would have. Old fashioned lock or electrical so I didn't have her go in the closet yet. I'm assuming walk-in or is it a regular closet? I don't remember from the show. LOL]

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"A water balloon? Really now," Wesley scoffed. "I'm wounded."

He watched attentively as Gwen examined the print that Dennis had attempted to use against her. Clearly, she had a more than practiced eye at looking over artwork and other items, and he wondered to what other purposes-- nefarious, lascivious and otherwise-- such attention might be turned. Gwen's movements on the bed and her comment he noted, as well.

A raised hand covered the start of a chuckle as she threw open the closet door and made to avoid the trap that wasn't there. He shook his head at her words.

"Oh, no. Clothes are so much more difficult to grip and tear when they're wet."

Wesley watched Gwen examine the closet. This having previously been Cordelia's abode, naturally it was a spacious walk-in, only a quarter of which was enough to hang and store his own clothing. Tucked back in the corner, bolted to the floor, was a new, but very sturdy-looking safe, about two feet to a side. Eschewing more modern locks, the safe boasted only a combination dial, although normally the lock would be bolstered by an enchantment.

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Gwen's eyebrow quirked upward at Wesley's reasoning for not having water or some form of liquid drench her black t-shirt. "Grip and tear? Why Wesley, I'm impressed." Not to mention noticing the air around her had got decidedly warmer as images danced in her head. She stepped into the walk-in closet and smirked. "You know a lot of women would give their right arm to have a closet this size. It's quite unique in this old of an apartment building." Of course, she also took note of the clothes carefully lining the walls. Wesley's classic taste was also reflected in his clothing, including his casual wear. It looked as if his style was second nature rather than influenced by others.

"Oh, very nice safe and combination dial." It reminded her of the one she'd practiced on for hours when she was seventeen. The lock was different but the style was very reminiscent of it. Gwen took the tool that she'd had hidden in her braid, palmed earlier, and knelt beside the safe. The small light exposed any laser light and was pleased to see there wasn't any. Not that it would be a problem for her, one wave of her hand and they would arch out of the way.

Taking the black bag off her waist she set it carefully on the ground and pulled out the stethoscope to listen to the tumblers. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sounds. First there was one click and then another, when each of the tumblers engaged. It took her less than five minutes to open the safe. It wasn't quite a record, but in her defense it had been a couple of years since she'd faced one of the older locks.

Her hand reached for the handle and the door opened with a click. "Don't even think about it, Dennis." Gwen had felt a chill around her body and figured that the ghost was nearby waiting to shut the door once again. She opened the safe and saw the tome that Wesley had told her about nestled inside.

"It's been a pleasure matching wits with you, Wesley."

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The comment regarding the closet and its particular attraction for female tenants elicited a wry smile from Wesley. "Oh, yes, this property has been very popular with lady tenants," he noted. "I should tell you the history of the place some time." After I'm sure you're comfortable enough with the place not to be horrified, he added to himself.

Wesley rose from the chair to sit on the end of the bed, where he would have a better vantage point to observe Gwen's assault on the safe. The majority of his brain was focused on watching carefully, with an eye for the smallest details, filing them all away in mental notes for later on. One never knew what challenges might crop up in his line of work, and new skills were always useful. Another segment of his attention was riveted to the sight of Gwen in her tight black clothing, keeping low to the floor.

He smiled as Gwen opened the door to find The Grey Tome within the safe's confines. "Likewise," he said in admiration. "It is always a singular pleasure to watch a true expert ply their craft." Standing, Wesley strode over to the closet and leaned against the doorway. "And please, take the book. Consider it a reward." Wesley already had a copy, naturally. "It's an interesting curio. If you peruse, you'll see some fascinating studies on the lost use of magic in art." And, he knew, the descriptions of many practices and rituals that had made his Watchers Academy teachers blush.

"Now, have you decided on your real prize? As agreed, you may name your bounty."

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Gwen put away the few tools she had into her black bag before reaching inside the safe for the The Grey Tome. She turned, still on the tips of her toes, her body crouched and she looked up at Wesley leaning against the doorframe to the closet.

She appreciated the sexy picture that he made as he stood there. "Thank you. Any time you want to learn any of my skills, I'll be happy to show you." Gwen smiled, her body easily moving to a standing position inside the closet. "Magic in art?" Her eyebrow quirked upward, "You mean witches and wizards type of magic in art?" That did intrigue her.

Her gaze remained on Wesley as she strolled toward him with catlike grace. "As for my real prize, I thought you were going to show me your extendable... gadgets."

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Wesley nodded. "Yes, indeed. There's some very interesting history to it. Between the starving witches who used duplication spells to make untraceable forgeries to spellcasters using magic to achieve certain unusual effects... and then there's the more diabolical applications. You've heard of the portrait of Dorian Grey, I assume?"

He made no effort to hide his appreciative stare as Gwen came to her feet and sashayed up to his position at the door to the closet. Wesley found himself more than glad that he'd thought of this particular challenge, and between the entertainment and education he'd had observing and the prospects for the rest of the night, he was not at all disappointed at losing the bet.

Wesley made a thoughtful face. "Extendable gadgetry... all right," he said casually before stepping into the closet with her. He waved his hand at an apparently unoccupied space and the air shimmered, revealing a larger, more sophisticated safe. "Turn 'round," he instructed, and waited until he had a good view of Gwen's backside before opening it, retrieving an item, then closing and disguising it once more.

"All right now," he said, and strapped the rig to his right forearm under Gwen's gaze. With a flick of his wrist, the strong, light sword slipped into his hand, and with another, it was concealed again. A slightly different gesture and only eight or nine inches of blade extended past his right wrist. He turned a hungry look in her direction, and touched the fabric of her black bodysuit. "I hope these aren't terribly expensive," he said, deciding to take a more direct line than banter, "as I do believe I'd like to get it off you... and quickly."

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Gwen was captivated by the idea of the duplication spell and wondered if it could work on non-magical paintings or items. It would certainly make her job of finding people qualified to make exact duplicates for the things she stole a lot easier. She raised an eyebrow upward when Wesley mentioned the portrait of Dorian Grey.

"Are you saying that there really is a magical portrait of an aging man? That would put the plastic surgeons out of business and they could make a killing in Hollywood." She smirked as she spoke, but the smirk quickly turned to an appreciative expression when a new safe appeared. "I'm impressed. I didn't know that was there."

Gwen silently reconnected to L.I.S.A. and complied with Wesley's request to turn around, her keen hearing listening to what he was doing. It wasn't that she'd break into the safe even if she could uncover it. It was just an automatic response that her brain cataloged everything that she was hearing. She turned back around when he gave the all clear and watched as he strapped the gadget to his forearm. While Gwen had been teasing and using a euphemism, she was interested in seeing the gadget.

As she watched him flick his wrist and the sword appeared, her gutter mind kicked in naturally. "Why Wesley, is that a sword or are you just happy to see me." Gwen winked and tilted her head to get a better look. It would be an effective weapon against vampires and demons. Hell, it would be effective against humans, too.

When Wesley turned his hungry gaze toward her, Gwen was sure that her expression matched his. There was something very tantalizing about a man with a weapon that knew how to use it. The air around them heated when he touched her bodysuit and all kinds of images danced in her brain. Gwen slowly shook her head, her gaze locked on Wesley's. "They're not, but would you care if they were?" Gwen held her arms out slightly. "Let's see how good you are with your sword."


[ooc: I'm fine with the thread going all the way baby or ftb. LOL. I've done it both ways, so whichever you feel comfortable with is fine with me. :) BTW, fading to black in the Kara thread is great. It's a great stopping point and Gwen enjoyed the ride.]

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"Oh, yes," Wesley answered absently, "although like Dracula and the boogeyman and most other such things, the reality is far more diabolical." He noted her reaction to the hidden safe with some measure of pride. It wasn't often one's security measures got a compliment from a professional thief, especially one who'd just successfully thwarted some of them. "Thank you."

He couldn't help but smile at Gwen's intentionally painful entendre. A memory at the back of his mind sparked, something about the spring-loaded stake mechanism that often accompanied the sword rig and a conversation with Fred, but the thought was too fuzzy to hang onto. Besides, there were much more pressing matters right in front of him.

Wesley gave the sword a slightly showy twirl before turning his gaze and attentions back where they belonged, on Gwen. He smiled. "No, I probably wouldn't care. But it seemed polite to ask."

When she stood back, all but challenging him to make good on his suggestion, Wesley took a deep, stilling breath. "Hold still," he told Gwen, then stepped forward. Reaching out his left hand, he grasped the neckline of Gwen's bodysuit, the tips of his fingers brushing the top swell of her breasts before pulling the stretch fabric away. He brought the blade up, then slowly drew it down the front of the bodysuit, its enchantedly sharp edge parting the cloth like water. Wesley's eyes stared straight into Gwen's as he the blade descended, cleaving easily through her belt as well until the entire garment was slit open past her navel.

Retracting the blade, something rumbled low in Wesley's chest. His hands clasped on Gwen's shoulders, pulling her ruined clothing apart and down before leaning in for a kiss.

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Gwen had been surprised by the effectiveness of Wesley's sword. Surprised in a good way when her clothes effortlessly split. It wasn't that she was expecting the material to resist the sharp blade, but she hadn't expected the belt to be so easily cut. It was an erotic, and sensual surprise when her clothes were so easily dispatched.

Her hazel eyes stared into his, her breathing become much shallower as he lowered the fabric. "Hmm, you know this means I'll either be flashing people when I leave or you'll be one less shirt from your closet." Gwen smiled slightly picturing herself in one of his button down shirts barely buttoned. The words had been softly spoken as she met Wesley half way for the kiss.

Her gaze flicked between his lips and his eyes with memories flashing of the shared kiss at Kara's party. Gwen had tasted him for hours afterward when she'd wet her bottom lip with her tongue, and she'd wanted to taste him again. A sound reverberated in the back of her throat at the remembered flavor of his kiss. Her lips softly brushed his, with teasing lightness, before capturing them once more in a deeper kiss.

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Wesley would have been the first to admit that the impetus behind literally cutting Gwen out of her clothing came only half from the thought of it being a far more sensual experience for them both than the usual frantic fumbling for buttons and zips that preceded a night of passion. The other half came from his overwhelming desire simply to see the woman naked-- not only was Gwen beautiful, but it had been a long time for him, even discounting the years in a coma.

As the now loose cloth gathered in his hands just at Gwen's elbows and waist, the sight did not disappoint. Subtlety was not on Wesley's mind as his ice-blue eyes raked over her bare torso-- firm breasts and smooth, not-quite-pink skin. His voice as he answered her was a low near growl. "You're welcome to them," he said, the idea of her walking about the apartment, clad in his shirt, the hem always tantalizingly high. "But let's discuss you leaving later."

The first contact of the kiss was soft and quick, a probing just to stoke the fire. When their mouths connected again, Wesley sped past the further preliminaries, pressing and parting her lips to slip his tongue between them. The hunger in his kiss reflected in Wesley's movements as he pulled Gwen tightly against him. He felt the warmth of her body and the tips of her breasts pressed against his shirt.

"I know," he said, voice muffled as kiss after kiss followed, "that you... are a strong, capable woman... but this... seems appropriate..." Reluctantly, he pulled back and reached down to sweep Gwen up, intending to carry her out to the bed.

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A sexual purr sounded in the back of Gwen's throat when her sensitive nipples hit Wesley's shirt, and she slid her hands along his waist. Well, as far along as she could with her movements slightly hampered by her clothes. She pressed her chest harder against his lean muscles, and tilted her head to further deepen the heated kiss.

Their tongues danced, while her hips rocked forward in an automatic attempt to get closer to him. Her world tilted on its axis until she realized Wesley had just picked her up. Gwen had never been one for romantic gestures, but that got a shiver down the spine and knocky kneed reaction. She shrugged her shoulders, taking advantage of Wesley's arms' changed position, and let her upper garments fall away from her body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers play with his hair. "Sometimes..." Gwen's teeth lightly nipped along his jaw line, "strong, capable women..." her teeth tugged on the fleshy lobe of his ear before soothing it with her tongue, "like to be reminded..." Gwen moved to Wesley's lower lip and tugged, "that they can be swept off their feet."

Her hazel eyes peered into his blue ones, "You've proven you're quite talented with your sword, and I can attest to your talent in kissing." To prove that point, she captured Wesley's lips in another heated kiss, her tongue sweeping inside. Gwen pulled her head back, but only enough to whisper the words. Her lips brushing his as she asked. "But how are you in giving a girl a ride?" There was a brief pause letting the erotic images slide past her eyes of exactly the type of ride she'd like to indulge in before she continued, "Can you carry and kiss?"

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It was all of six feet in distance between the closet and the bed, but Gwen seemed steadfastly determined to test Wesley's mettle. The nails at the end of her nimble fingers raked lightly across the back of his neck as she ran her hand through his hair, an appropriately electric thrill accompanying the light touch. Even more distractingly, Wesley felt her apply both teeth and lips to his face and ear, and he was sure that the hot words and hotter breath against his cheek caused at least one slight sway in his legs.

"Glad to hear it," he whispered back, "as I warn you you're likely to get more of the same from me."

He knew himself. Wesley preferred being the one at least mostly in control of things in the bedroom. It wasn't a dominance or submission issue, at least he believed, but more of asserting himself with a woman-- something he'd been a poor example of in his past. Wesley could only hope that Gwen would understand, and perhaps would relish-- as Lilah had-- the opportunity to relax her own control for a while.

Gwen pressed a challenge on him, and the tight, wolfish smile returned. "Let's see," Wesley answered simply, and dove in for another searing kiss, all but crushing his mouth against hers. His tongue sliding against Gwen's, Wesley took the opportunity to close the last bit of distance until he felt the edge of the bed against his knee. Still connected, he lowered Gwen onto the bed until she was laid down its center length, then followed to stretch out above her.

Now it was his turn, and he began to dot her throat with light wet and biting kisses, intending to turn the trail south.

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Wesley's tight wolfish smile had the desired effect and heated Gwen's blood, as well as increased her heart rate. She'd always had a weakness for confident men, and that smile promised a lot of pleasure to come. Her nimble mind thought of other challenges to give him if that small one got that reaction. It opened up a realm of possibilities.

The world outside faded with the searing kiss that Wesley gave her on the short journey toward the bed. One minute he was holding her in his arms and the next thing that pierced its way through the sensual fog was when Gwen felt her back hit the mattress. She gave a mewl of protest when his lips left hers, that was quickly followed by a sigh of satisfaction when he trailed down the curve of her throat. She arched her neck to give him better access, moving her hands down from the nape of his neck to the width between his broad shoulders. Her fingernails lightly scraped against the material of his shirt, before snaking in between their bodies and tugging on the material.

"Want to touch your skin." The words came out between rapid breaths as Wesley's teeth scraped against her neck, followed by flicks of his tongue. Gwen wanted to feel skin on skin as well as feel his muscles jump under her touch. "Have I mentioned how tactile I've become?" Gwen smiled slightly, forcing her eyelids to not close at the sensations flooding her.

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There were... moments... when Wesley found himself finding just a bit of understanding with the darker beings of the world he walked. As he passed his lips over Gwen's exposed neck, Wesley felt the thrum of her pulse. There was, of course, no desire in him to actually taste what lay beneath that skin, but the idea of taking some of her into himself? Wesley let his teeth close lightly over her throat, just because.

He felt Gwen pulling at his shirt insistently. Wesley sat up a bit, breath short and skin hot. "So I'm beginning to gather," he said, unfastening the buttons of his shirt. "Which brings to mind all manner of ways to explore your sensitivities."

Shrugging out of the shirt, Wesley lowered himself again, pressing a new round of deep, demanding kisses on Gwen. Her skin was warm and smooth as they clung to one another, and her nipples were hard points against his chest. Wesley resumed his prior movements, kissing his way past neck and collarbone to shower Gwen's firm breasts with attention. As he took the tip of one into his mouth, Wesley reached down and began to push away the bottom half of what remained of her outfit.

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The sensation of Wesley's teeth scraping against her skin sent shivers along Gwen's spine. Her torso arched off the mattress as her fingers curled inward. It wasn't enough to cut through the material of Wesley's shirt, but it did communicate to him the pleasure that she enjoyed with his 'bite'.

Gwen's gaze drank in the sight before her as Wesley sat up to remove his shirt. Her hazel eyes slid from his features that were etched in desire down his chest to his abdomen and back again. Her fingertips lightly brushed the newly exposed skin, loving the feeling of skin on skin. It was a sensation that Gwen would never tire of and she hoped it was a sensation that she would always feel. There was always a voice in the back of her mind that told her she needed to enjoy it while she could because sooner or later LISA would stop working. Her lips quirked at his statement, "And I'll look forward to all the ways your nimble mind will come up with."

As he lowered himself back onto her, Gwen gave a moan of pure pleasure at the feeling of his chest on top of hers. Her hands explored his back before continuing their journey to his neck, and playing with the ends of his hair. Her heavy eyelids fluttered shut with the open mouthed kisses Wesley was peppering her skin with.

With each flick of his tongue, scrape of his teeth, and soothing kiss, Gwen's blood heated further, and when he flicked his tongue against her nipple, Gwen's fingernails lightly scraped his scalp. Her torso came off the mattress, pressing her body closer. "God, that feels good."

Gwen felt his hands move lower toward the material of her clothes, and she raised her hips to help him disrobe her, "Too bad you don't know a spell that will make the clothes disappear." The words were teasing, but they came out on panted breaths.

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Sharpness at his back, Gwen's fingernails no doubt leaving marks on his skin, through his shirt. The sensation made Wesley inhale sharply and spurred him on. As he continued the sensual assault on her body, constantly moving and constantly changing the feelings she was receiving, Gwen rewarded him with an almost-- no pun intended-- electric response to his ministrations. As she'd said, she'd become almost hypersensitive to contact, and he enjoyed eliciting each and every moan and gasp.

Wesley smiled at her as he tugged the last of her clothes away from her body. "Oh, I do know one," he replied, as his gaze rolled over the entirety of her naked beauty as if caressing every bit of her with his own hands. Gwen lay in the very centre of the bed, limbs just slightly spread, the bedclothes twisted and gathered under her hands. "But at the moment, this is so much more enjoyable. I'll wait until a more... urgent occasion to try it."

Leaning down, Wesley took one of her feet in his hands and began kissing his way down one shapely leg. "I want to take my time tonight." Finally, he reached the apex of her legs and dipped his head, pulling a flat tongue across her center, noting with some satisfaction just how aroused she'd already become. After more work, exploring her sex with his mouth, Wesley shifted positions to be more comfortable, laying on the bed as well, his head still busy between Gwen's thighs.

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Gwen had known she was beautiful when she hit puberty. It wasn't anything more than another 'weapon' to use in the scam. She didn't think anything beyond that. There were rare instances, however, when she was with someone that she felt beautiful and tonight was one of them. When Wesley's heated gaze moved along her now naked body as she lay decorously over his bedclothes, Gwen felt beautiful. A slow and sensuous smile, a smile as old as time, tilted the edges of her lips. "That's good to know... about the spell. I have a feeling that might be useful."

Her eyebrow arched upward when Wesley took her foot in his hand. She'd never thought of the instep as an erogenous zone, but Gwen had to admit that the sensation of his lips on that particular part of her anatomy sent heat straight to her center. She'd been prepared for teasing and ignoring of where she wanted Wesley to go until she felt the flat of his tongue. Her fingers clinched into the bedcovers and she forced her hips not to buck upward.

Slowly, finger by finger, Gwen forced her hand to relax so that she could push up on to her elbows. The sight of Wesley's dark head between her thighs was erotic and mesmerizing. His attention to detail was being thoroughly utilized and Gwen was enjoying every moment of it. Her legs spread wider to accommodate his shoulders.

Wesley's ministrations were clouding her brain, encasing her in a sensual fog, and her elbows refused to hold her weight any longer. Gwen's torso fell back onto the mattress and her fingers clinched onto the material beneath her. Mewls and moans echoed around the room as desire speared through her body. She was on a very fine line of wanting Wesley to continue and wanting to indulge in her own exploration of his body.

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"Oh, yes," he said to her suggestion, "especially if I can master it to the point of vanishing only certain articles at any time. Imagine the usefulness of being able to make your knickers disappear from under a dress..."

Wesley wasn't entirely sure how an outside observer might characterise the game he and Gwen had seemed to slip into playing so easily with each other. It was several parts typical flirtation, combined with at least two parts of intense attraction, one part the camaraderie of two similar personalities and more than a little one-upsmanship. It made for quite the incendiary combination, and that was certainly all the analysis of the subject Wesley cared to make. Particularly right then and there.

Besides the intended rush of pleasure, Gwen's reaction to his taking a very short time along her leg before bringing his mouth to her center seemed surprised. Even as he worked his lips against her soft flesh, he nearly smiled. There wouldn't be a great deal of teasing between them, as far as he was concerned. They'd done more than a bit leading up to this moment. Instead, he simply focused himself on the attention he was paying Gwen.

Listening for the changes in the pitch of her moans and for the hitch in her breath that he learned meant he'd found a good spot, he gave Gwen as good a performance as he had in him. There was a solid thump against the bed, coupled to a sharp set of sounds from Gwen's mouth and more. Wesley watched as Gwen rode the waves of the sensations before calming.

He pushed himself up and began kissing a trail again upwards, over the near-flat plane of her abdomen, over the curves of firm breasts and finally to her neck. "Delicious," he said, a voice low in his throat. Wesley reached out, gently grasped Gwen's hand and placed it on the buckle of his belt.

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"I have very talented fingers." She grinned as she arched her neck to give Wesley better access. Gwen proved that boast by sliding her fingers of one hand through his silky locks to hold his head against the curve of her neck. Then preceded to use her enhanced talent of touch and unbuckled his belt. The button was easily dispatched before she gently cupped him through the material of his trousers.

She placed the bottoms of her feet on either side of Wesley's legs. "I don't have a sword that will cut through clothes, or a magic spell to make them dissolve." Gwen's voice was husky with desire, "and by the way, what makes you think I wear knickers under my dress?" A sensual laugh slid from her lips as she asked the question, continuing on without letting Wesley answer. "I do have magical feet though."

Her hand went to the zipper and slowly lowered it, her knuckles brushing his hardness as she did. "Not quite as talented as the Chinese women of the past, but I can use the monkey toes to disrobe." Gwen released Wesley's hair and moved both hands to the inside of his trousers and knickers at his hips slowly lowering them both. Her toes curled inward and helped the material along on their journey.

When the material moved out of her touching range, Gwen released his trousers and snaked her hand between their bodies wrapping her fingers around him.

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"I have a feeling," Wesley said with his lips still pressed to Gwen's throat, "that you have all sorts of talents I've yet to discover. But I will enjoy the process immensely." If he'd had breath, Wesley would have complimented her on the dexerity with which she undid the fasten of his trousers, but Gwen's touch on his already aching hardness took it away.

"You," he commented with a smile, "shall have no need of anything but your own charms in order to get me out of my clothes, I assure you." Wesley had to admit that he'd never experienced quite Gwen's trick divesting him of his trousers, but given the fact that it allowed him to see her face and the heated, hungry expression on it, he was very glad.

Gwen's comment regarding underthings brought a few new intriguing images to Wesley's mind, not the least of which involved a trip to the theater, a secluded box and having her sit on his lap 'to see the stage better'.

Quickly, both his trousers and undershorts were made quick work of, Gwen continuing to use both hands and feet with remarkable skill. The moment they'd slipped past his feet, Wesley made to pull the woman to him, but when Gwen's fngers encircled his length, Wesley groaned as he rolled slightly onto his back, sensation spreading from there through his body. "Good God, yes," he rasped in appreciation.

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Fingers used to lockpicking and handling delicate tools, explored his length in detail, taking note of every hitched breath, every moan and tensing of his muscles. Gwen gently pushed Wesley further onto his back, and she smiled down at him. "My turn to explore and take my time." The pressure from her hand alternated between gentle and firm with each teasing stroke.

Her hazel eyes took in the desire etched on Wesley's handsome features, drinking in the sight. She ducked her head, and nipped along the strong column of his throat feeling his pulse jump under her lips. The rapid throb seemed to be in sync with her own rapid pulse as desire climbed higher in her body. Gwen continued to move further south down Wesley's well toned body. Her teeth nipped and then her tongue flicked out to sooth his skin before moving on to the hard planes of his chest. A soft hum sounded in the back of her throat when her teeth latched around his nipple and tugged gently.

Gwen glanced up through her lashes to watch his expressive face. She made mental notes of every time he moaned with pleasure. Images flashed in her mind of other times and other ways to bring the same reaction to the surface. White sandy Tahitian beaches, rocky overlooks of the Pacific Northwest, private room of a restaurant. She had known they would be explosive together with their nimble minds and playful one-upmanship, and they were. Her body hummed from his attention to it, and her desire grew from her exploration of his.

The mattress dipped when Gwen shifted her weight, her discoveries leading her toward his abdomen.

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His breathing got less even and more erratic; the longer Gwen's hand worked at him, the more his breath would hitch and even stop. She was being just as deliberate and intent on exploring and learning her partner's body as Wesley himself had been just minutes before. As if to remind himself of just that, as Gwen gave his length a squeeze, his tongue touched his lips, savouring the taste she had left on them.

Gwen's mouth-- her lips, her teeth, and he could feel each as she used them in turn and together-- was at his own throat, and the hot breath she blew against his skin made it burn. When she passed over the spot Wesley knew marked the long-faded line of his scar, his body tensed for a moment involuntarily. Wesley was sure Gwen noticed, but wondered if she would simply write it off as a reaction to her handiwork.

The pain as she took his nipple into her mouth snapped his mind away from anything but Gwen's deliciously slow and inexorable descent down his torso. Their eyes locked again and again, jolts and shocks having nothing to do with Gwen's powers exchanged in those connections. There were wheels very clearly turning behind those hooded, mischievous eyes. "I see you thinking," he said, voice quieter and less sure thanks to the skillful fingers stroking him. "Just what are you plotting, clever girl?"

She descended further, kissing a line down his stomach. Again, he almost flinched as she neared the barely visible mark of his long-ago gunshot wound and the much more recent line of his supposedly fatal encounter with Vail. All such things were forgotten as Gwen in her descent continued past Wesley's point of reason. Instead of thinking, he instead reached down to run his fingers through her thick, dark shock of hair.

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Each of Wesley's responses to Gwen's ministrations were cataloged in her mind. She felt him tense with a sweep of her tongue over a faint scar at the base of his neck. It was the only scar with a history that she did know, or at least knew of. She didn't know, however, if his reaction was a flash of memory or the teasing touch of her tongue. Those were put in a different compartment to be analyzed later, a lot later. Gwen had more important things on her mind at the moment.

She smiled against the warm skin of his torso with his question, her eyelid lowering into a wink. Tilting her head slightly to allow her chin to rest on his body, Gwen's voice was rough with desire. "Just imagining all the different places where I can explore how you'd taste in different settings." Her head dipped once more, placing open mouthed kisses on the smooth expanse of his skin.

"All kinds of images are popping in my head." Each word was punctuated with a soft kiss on her continuing journey south. "But right now, I'm only imagining how you'd taste for the first time." Gwen's tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin just above where her thumb rested. "Hmm, I think that needs a more thorough tasting."

A hum sounded in the back of her throat as she replaced her hand with her lips and tongue. Wesley's fingers sliding through her hair, was the only incentive she needed to continue lavishing attention in that area. Every breath, moan, muscle tensing and fingers flexing was noted to what brought Wesley desire.

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When Gwen looked up at him, dark hair fanning across his stomach and spoke in lowered, heated timbre, it was all Wesley could do to keep from pulling her back up and crushing his mouth to hers again. The moment she mentioned thoughts of future encounters, Wesley also felt his imagination spinning. He wondered just how far and in what directions the woman's predilections ranged, but knew for certain it would be delicious fun finding out.

Wesley gasped, and his head and shoulders lifted off the bed as Gwen's tongue-- the skill of which he'd already learned from her kisses-- flicked against him, sending a jolt through his body as sure as if she'd shocked him herself. With what he could only describe as a wicked smile, he watched as Gwen enveloped his length with her mouth. A rumbling groan began in Wesley's chest and escaped as the warm, wet pressure of her surrounded and drew him in.

"Good... God, that's good..."

Just as Wesley himself had done, he could tell Gwen was testing him, seeking to learn just the right things to do, the right spots to apply pressure, just how much of her teeth to let him feel... discovering him as a lover. To say he appreciated it would be a severe understatement.

"As much..." he rasped, "as much as I think it would be heaven for you to not stop..."

Ragged breath made it difficult to speak. Instead, he twisted, stretching out an arm toward the nightstand. Loath to divert his attention, he kept his eyes locked on Gwen, who looked back up at him-- a beautiful sight-- even as he fished the small foil packet from the drawer.

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Gwen never stopped teasing Wesley with her mouth as she watched him stretch backward toward the nightstand. Her eyes never leaving his. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he'd grabbed something. At the sight of the foil packet, she slowly released him with a soft hum in the back of her throat, but not before teasing his nerve endings with the tip of her tongue.

"Heaven can come later." She winked and moved up Wesley's body to reach for the packet that he held. As her fingers closed around the condom, Gwen indulged herself in a deep, slow kiss with Wesley. Her tongue danced with his, allowing her to enjoy this other taste of Wesley. After a moment of pure pleasure, she raised her head only slightly. "Mmm, you taste good." Gwen's lips brushed his as she spoke, their warm breath intermingled. "All of you."

She reluctantly pushed herself up into a kneeling position and using careful movements, Gwen opened the packet. After discarding the wrapper on Wesley's nightstand, she shifted her weight once again. Gwen kept her eyes on Wesley as she leaned down and placed a kiss on his abdomen. The tips of her hair tickled his flesh as she moved to turn her head to gaze at her objective, and covered his hardened length with the latex.

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He shuddered as Gwen gave him two last sensations. Between the soft vibration of her mouth and her tongue's finding of a most sensitive spot, Wesley found it a wonder that the proceedings had not come to a halt right then and there. When she fully released him, though, the bedroom's cool air sent a less welcome shiver through his body and he found himself almost groaning in disappointment.

"Of that I have no doubt," Wesley answered before Gwen's mouth found his. The kiss was as explosive as the ones that had begun the evening had been. As his tongue slid into her mouth, pressing against Gwen's own, he found himself finding the nuances in it, like tasting a fine wine. When Gwen gave her breathy compliment, he smiled back. "I can say the same for you," he replied.

Gwen took the lead for the moment, and Wesley was more than happy to simply spectate. He watched Gwen's lithe form move about the bed, hovering over his hips as she applied the condom to him. The moment it was done, Wesley considered the conundrum before him. Making his decision, he sat up slightly, reaching for her. His hands found Gwen's slim hips and guided her to straddle his own.

Wesley sat up enough to press a kiss to her lips and growl, "I want to watch you."

He lay back against the bed and reached a hand down between their bodies to help guide his length inside her.

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Pure pleasure radiated through Gwen. It started from where Wesley's hands rested on her hips, and then it spiraled out through her body. An unasked question had flashed through her mind briefly as she wondered which position he was going to prefer. Almost as if he could read her mind, Wesley answered. She smiled briefly, when he rose up to give her a kiss, but the smile faded with the passionate meeting of their lips. The kiss stole her breath away. Along with the growled statement, erotic sensations galloped along her blood stream. It also had the magical ability to separate Gwen from the higher functions of her brain. Complete sentences were almost an impossibility the moment he entered her. "God that feels so good."

Gwen remained still, allowing her body to adjust to his. Her eyelids began to lower with the wave of desire spearing through her. She forced them to remain open, staring into the passion-etched features of Wesley. It looked like his cheekbones were more chiseled than usual. Gwen was committing every expression to memory, as well as the way the light played off of him. A dangerous express danced across his eyes, and for the first time, Gwen truly saw the predator in him. It pushed every button that she had.

Once her body was accustomed to his, Gwen placed her hands on his chest and began to ride. Her lips curled into a sensuous smile with the undulation of her hips. "And you said you couldn't dance."

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A groan and a drawn out "yessss" were all the vocal response that Wesley could muster as Gwen's warmth surrounded him. His body's reaction on the other hand, was immediate and remarkable. As they held still, his focus dwindled down to little but the slick tightness of her sex and the smooth skin of her hips under his hands. Gwen's eyes seemed to rake over him as he looked back up at her.

It was only as she began to move that Wesley recognised the change behind those eyes. The control was slipping, being overtaken by hunger and instinct. Wesley knew the feeling well. Lilah had always claimed that his eyes turned a darker, harder shade of blue when he slipped out of control. He wondered if they'd done that now.

Wesley felt her body begin to rock slowly. His hands began to roam Gwen's body. They slipped over to tightly squeeze the taut curves of her rear, feeling the muscles working as their hips rolled against one each other. His hands ran up her back and down her sides, and cupped her high, firm breasts. Wesley's fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples, a little more tightly and intently than before. Finally, he grasped Gwen under the arms and pushed her up off of his chest. Wesley stared at her, devouring her body with his eyes, only to stop at the join of them to see himself stroking in and out of her, his thrusts getting faster and more insistent.

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Gwen's hazel eyes darkened with passion as she looked down at Wesley. Her fingers curled inward where they rested on his chest, like a cat kneading her claws, each movement of their hips made her fingers curl inward. Everywhere his gaze raked over her body became heated, every nerve ending was on fire, her world telescoped down to just her and Wesley. Los Angeles could have fallen into the ocean and she wouldn't have given a damn. All of Gwen's sensations spiraled down to where she and Wesley were connected. Their movements becoming faster and less controlled as they both moved toward the conclusion.

A moan eased past her lips, and Gwen's back arched with the pure ecstasy that filled her. Her inner muscles pulled him deeper inside, needing all of him and wanting more. "God!" A bead of sweat rolled down her temple and eased along her jawline as she shifted her weight to move forward. The change of angle hit the spot, and caused a shiver to run down her spine, her control snapped. Nature took over and her inner muscles clamped down hard along his length.

Gwen was dimly aware that her fingernails were now curled into Wesley's chest rather than her fingertips. She couldn't quite make herself care that she was marking him as wave after wave washed over her.

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As Gwen bowed under the pleasure Wesley could only hope was as acute and intense as what was coursing through his own body, his hands were tight on her, keeping her pressed down against the hips she straddled. A moment after, he felt the whole of her weight on him, and his vision went dark as her thick fall of hair curtained around them. Fingers stroking the smooth skin of Gwen's rear, he lay still as she crested the wave of her climax.

Wesley felt the sensation on his chest, the ten points of fire that dug into his muscles, but was only dimly aware of it as pain. Instead, it seemed to create another point of contact between them at the same moment her wet softness went vise-like in its grip of Wesley's length. He groaned from her tightening and from the nails she drove into his chest and from the feeling of her body shaking atop his.

Laying still, Wesley waited out the last few shivers. "Now," he growled simply, "my turn."

His arms wrapped around her back, gripping her tight against his chest. Wesley turned, shoulders and hips in one snap motion until Gwen was now the one on the bed and he stretching out above her. He shifted his weight just slightly, holding himself up on his elbows, gazing wolfishly down at Gwen. Wesley's hips began to roll, and his thrusts into her renewed.

It wouldn't be terribly long before his own climax, Wesley knew. For some reason, he wasn't about to finish without hearing his name on her lips as he brought her over the edge again.

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Gwen's body had gone limp as satisfaction filled her and her body lay prone over Wesley's. She didn't have time to enjoy the aftermath of the sensation when Wesley growled in her ear and flipped them over. A smirk played around the edges of her lips, but that quickly disappeared when he began to stroke inside of her once more and pleasure began to build. "Oh, going for two are you?" She raised her head only slightly so that she could capture his lips in a kiss, her tongue dueling with his. Gwen didn't have the heart to tell him 'good luck with that'. She never had more than one... with a partner.

That thought didn't last long, however, when shock slid inside. The pleasure escalated, her fingertips roaming over every inch of Wesley's warm skin that she could touch. She raised her legs higher along his body, enriching the sensation that was threatening to overwhelm her again. She broke off their kiss to stare into his blue eyes darkened with passion, his control slipping further. That in turn had her control slipping once again, "God. Yes." The words came out on moans and pants of breath with each frenzied thrust.

"Fuck. Yes. Wesley." Then the impossible happened, Gwen slid over the edge and rode her second wave of pure ecstasy. She slid her hands down his spine to grasp his ass, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each movement.

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Wesley spoke around the deep, rough kiss. "We'll at least... enjoy... the attempt..."

Of course, he couldn't help but take Gwen's comment as something of a challenge. He'd never once had any complaints in this particular arena, and with all that seemed to be involved in that moment, he certainly was not about to slack off. Shifting his weight back a little, Wesley altered his position, angling himself differently inside her before quickening his pace.

His breath came hot and ragged, and he could feel the perspiration slicking both their bodies where Gwen's breasts were crushed against his chest. Wesley felt her legs raise slightly, allowing him even deeper into her sex. The feeling of her wore his already crumbling control away even further. He became determined to drive them both over the edge with his fast, sharp thrusting.

"Gwen..." he rasped as Gwen began to tighten down around his hardness again, her orgasm approaching as fast as his own. "God... yes..." As Wesley felt the flooding warmth of Gwen's climax and the tight grasping hands on his rear, it pulled him over the crest as well. With three or four great shudders, he exploded into her, driving his length as deep as he could within her until he felt only the quiet shivers afterward.

Panting, he pressed another kiss to Gwen's lips. "So... were we worth all the build-up?"

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Gwen's whole body relaxed down into the mattress. Her muscles protesting as if she had repelled off a skyscraper, but she'd had a hell of a lot more fun.

She slid her hands up along Wesley's spine, over his shoulders, and along his arms until her fingers came to rest over his hands. The warmth of his skin, the perspiration that made the journey slick, added to the tactile enjoyment.

"Hmm, I'd have to say that you held up your end of my expectations. The attention to detail that Watchers are so famous for, and the one-upmanship and drive that we seem to share." Her hazel eyes danced, "Yes, I'd say we were definitely worth all the build up." Gwen's teeth pulled on Wesley's lower lip, then soothed it with her tongue. "Will it make your head a lot bigger to know that I took a few cold showers after some on-line flirting?"

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Pushing himself up just a bit on his elbows, Wesley dipped his head to drop a few light kisses along Gwen's cheek. He reveled in the sensation of Gwen's fingertips stroking over his heated and sensitised skin, wondering if the feeling was anywhere close to how Gwen herself experienced touch, according to her description. A smile answered her commentary.

"I most assuredly concur," he told her. "We did seem so complementary just speaking, that one had to wonder if things would be the same in person. I'd have to say they were."

A sharp breath accompanied Gwen's teeth on his lip. Wesley pulled her tongue into his mouth as he felt it, as a response. His smile widened at her question.

"Oh, I don't know if it's my head that would be most affected," Wesley joked. Right on cue, a last shiver, like an aftershock, passed through his body into Gwen's. "But you're not the only one who found themselves worked up by all that." Wesley pressed another kiss against her mouth.

"Now why don't you whisper in my ear all about how much you enjoyed it..." Wesley blue eyes shone with mischievous fire. "And we'll see how long before you can continue collecting on your reward..."

OOC: Call the scene here, or one more Gwen reaction? Either works for me.

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[ooc: Fade to black with Gwen whispering sounds fine with me. LOL

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OOC: Okey-doke. Great scene!