Stepping forward without hesitating, Wesley reached out to snake one arm around Gwen's trim waist and pull her into him for a kiss. It was a good one, he thought-- three seconds, not that he was counting, at least consciously-- and he pulled back reluctantly to usher Gwen inside and shut the door. Wesley just watched her for a heartbeat, noting even the slight movement of her at rest, took in the scent of her and the taste of her that lingered.
"Would you like some wine? I just-- well, Dennis just recommended a bottle."
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Date: 2008-10-06 10:48 pm (UTC)"Would you like some wine? I just-- well, Dennis just recommended a bottle."
Please, he begged himself, don't screw this up.