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Breaking and Entering ((RP for _freaksrus))

"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.

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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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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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