Spirits of the Earth

It had been a long hard day of recruiting with not much progress. Finally Charmaine and Weston had finally given up and decided to call it a day. The moon was starting to rise high in the sky as the two halflings made their way to one of the popular taverns in town. It was sort of busy this time in the evening so they had a bit of a problem getting to the bar. "Ass holes, move aside!" Charmaine said as one more person stepped on her. "I can't believe these people sometimes. Oh well, being this crowded we don't have to worry about paying for our own drinks."

Weston looked her quizzically. "What do you mean? Are we going to steal the drinks? That might be a little too risky even for you." He said as they found a line of empty seats at the bar.

"No silly. This is what I meant." She said as she held open her hands to show the money she had pick pocketed. "Now we don't have to pay for our own beers." She said triumphantly.

A large smile spread across Wes' lips. "Now you're talking. That's enough to get us good and wasted tonight. Good job, Sly." He caught the attention of the bartender then. "Hey, give us two glasses of your best beer."

Charmaine handed the man the money she had stolen. "And keep it coming until we say stop." The bartenders eyes widen at the sum of money she had handed him and gave her a simple 'yes ma'am'. "This should be a very good night indeed." She said as she gave Wes a big smile and then turned to scope out the room.

"Yes, it is." That smile always made his heart stop for a second, but he'd never tell her that. "Let's just make sure we stay out of too much trouble this time."

It was dark, the moon peering down at her, and she'd not yet had a good laugh, drink, or romp. Something was wrong. And so, to rectify that, Bresthra made her way to one of the more crowded taverns. Her things had been taken care of, hidden rather well and guarded by a lovely little tomb mote who would have no qualms biting and eating anyone should the need arise. That meant she walked into some tavern she didn't even bother looking at the name, and immediately surveyed what she had to work with.

Bresthra was rather curvy, and what's more, busty, for her race. Hell, for any race. To a room full of drinkers in varying degrees of being drunk, Bresthra was usually exactly what they wanted to see. The black skin and red eyes didn't matter when one was too far gone to know what a Drow was actually renown for.  And Bresthra's curvy figure was not the only thing that set her apart from the usual. She was perfectly happy playing to the drunken charms of workmen, business men, merchants... well, anyone that was rather interesting. As a priestess of Sharess, that nearly meant anyone that had enough wit to pretend to charm and seduce her.

But... as Bresthra surveyed the crowd, there was an insistent voice whispering in the back of her mind. While half of her was rather thrilled at the prospects she saw tonight, a part of her was not. A first. She knew why, but tried to put it out of her mind. A drink... no, several drinks... and she'd not be able to pay attention to that nag.  Her eyes landed on a group of drunk men. Humans, moderately wealthy by their dress. Clean. Shaved. The perfect place for her to start. By the raucous laughter from the table, the men were well merry and on their way to blissful and complete intoxication. Just how she liked them.

Bresthra made her way through the crowd, managing to brush against a man or two. Potential candidates if this didn't go so well. And by the looks she knew that followed her, she'd have a couple back up plans.

This man and his friends didn't notice her until Bresthra leaned on the table, gave them one of her best smiles, and eyed the biggest one of them. "Could I trouble you for a drink?" He didn't even look at her face. His eyes had stopped on the swell of her chest, rather artfully presented to him as she leaned. All part of the game. His friends, all three, had stopped to consider and eye her. As the first man had, their gaze lingered on her cleavage. In the span of a breath, the man declared he would. Much to the enjoyment of his friends. As she'd thought, they were already silly. So when one of his friends, the closest, gripped her hips and pulled her into his lap, she went with a giggle and shifted to make herself comfortable.

In no time at all, Bresthra's laughing was as loud as the men's. Her flirting was as wicked as theirs, and she was moved from lap to lap. All in good sport. She'd have free drinks for the whole evening, and if one of these men felt up to the task of walking, perhaps she'd even have company. And that nagging voice drowned in the alcohol she consumed.

Charmaine was trying to enjoy the excellent glass of beer that had been set before her, but the sound of very loud, obnoxious laughing kept her from doing so. She looked about to see what in the world was so damned funny and her eyes fell on a table of humans passing about a Drow woman as if she was doll. Charmaine sneered at the sight. Idiots the lot of them. "I think I might throw up." She stated to her friend.

"What?" Weston asked putting down his glass. Charmaine pointed out the table that was causing so much noise. "Oh. I see. I guess what ever gets them going." He said and went back to drinking, not seeming to really care about the noise.

"You can't tell me that isn't bothering you at all. Are those men really so dumb that they can't tell that woman is using them?" She said incredulous. The laughter of the drunken men rose another octive at that moment. "That's it. I want to drink this beer and enjoy my company in peace. They are ruining it. I'm going to say something to them." Charmaine stated as she got down from the stool and made her way to the table.

"But Charmaine...." Weston tried to stop her, but knew that it was futile. So he sighed heavily and went back to drinking his beer, but he made sure to keep an eye on Charmaine in case she would need him.

Charmaine walked up confidently to the table and imposed herself on them. "Um excuse. I don't really care if you men are so stupid that you don't mind being used by this woman. But I do mind you being so damn loud. So if you don't mind, please try and keep it down."

There is something exceptionally free, Bresthra thought, in the knowledge that she was being set up as much as they were. Both parties freely flirting and playing that verbal game before something more could be made from it. Having been passed around once, drinks offered from everyone she'd touched, Bresthra already had a fair idea of who would be more likely to come away with her. They all were merchants, simply traveling through. Rather wealthy, since they had hired men enough to keep their product safe. Two were married, and while they flirted and teased with the rest, Bresthra felt no real intent in their actions or words. Nothing beyond what the alcohol allowed for. If she'd wanted one or the other, the drow suspected she could've had him. But why cause that sort of strife when there were three others perfectly willing to fill in for their friends?

She'd come to settle on Nuelon's lap. The youngest of the bunch, the most interested in her, and the one she'd spent the most time with thus far. His friends took great joy in the way she'd whisper to him, to the laughter that swiftly followed her lewd suggestions. He gave as well as he got, to her delight, and thought he'd had a fair amount to drink, as she had, Nuelon seemed very capable of handling her. The man was downright charming and hadn't once slurred his words. He had rather fair features, exotic amber eyes, and a smile that made things low in her body twist in anticipation.

They were in the middle of suggesting Bresthra travel with them, a rather appealing idea, when they were interrupted. All at the table were rather amazed to see the smaller woman, a Halfling, declare that Bresthra was using them, and while that was fine, they were being entirely too loud. The group laughed at that. Bresthra chuckled a little, leaning forward to take a sip of her drink, before asking, "Your name, my dear?" It was not often at all that Bresthra was called out so simply in what she was doing. The men didn't seem as curious as her, and more intent on continuing their conversation. Only Nuelon seemed to be watching the exchange between Bresthra and this other woman, though how much attention he could be applying to the moment as his had absently stroked her thigh, she wasn't sure.

Charmaine was getting a bit disgusted at the way the young man was practically groping the drow right in front of her. "I'm no dear to anyone. And the name's Charmaine. Charmaine Tosscobble. Most just call me Sly Heart." She answered, standing with all her weight on one leg and her arms crossed in front of her. "Look, lady. I don't care that you're wanting to get something from these men. Whether it be money or something totally different, I don't really care. I do care, however, that me and my friend can enjoy are drinks in peace."

Weston was watching the interchange happening. It didn't seem like anyone was angry so far. That was a good sign. Normally Charmaine had a tendency to aggravate people enough to start fights. He stayed seated where he was at the bar. No sense in his drinking being interrupted for something as pointless as loud people. Besides they hadn't been bothering him at all, just Charmaine. He couldn't blame the men for their rowdiness. Even he found the drow attractive though he'd never flirt with her the way the others were doing.

Charmaine shifted weight to the other leg. "Now would you kindly mind keeping your pets down a bit? There are others here trying to enjoy themselves as well and I'm sure most don't want to watch these men as they all eye hump you." Believe it or not this was Charmaine at her nicest to a stranger.

(fail)

Bresthra laughed softly at the Halfling woman's words. Usually when she was met with female hostility in this situation it was due to envy or some sort of possessiveness. But this? Well this was all too good. And rather than laughing as she had with the men, this was the sober laughter of a drow who had been called out on her game. Not by the men she'd been using, but by an outsider. How terribly amusing. Bresthra gently glided the man's hand off of her thigh and stood. "It would seem I owe you an apology, Sly Heart," Bresthra said then. She'd not consumed nearly enough alcohol to tamper with her balance. It took more than that to floor Bresthra. A lot more. The men were now watching since Bresthra had stood up, confused as to what she was doing. "You said you had a friend?" she asked then, taking a moment to scan the crowd as though she knew who Charmaine's friend might be. "I should apologize to them as well."

 It was very, very hard for Bresthra not to be too delighted. If this woman on her own was so entertaining, surely her and her friend... granted, the Halfling did not seem inclined to invite her back to her own table. So when Bresthra saw another Halfling, male, with two cups at his table... she assumed. After all, there were not any other Halflings... and if she were wrong, well then maybe the cute man would be able to entertain her. Bresthra smiled sweetly before excusing herself, making her way toward who she suspected was Sly Heart's friend.

"Apology accepted." Charmaine said with a triumphant grin on her face. She knew talking to them would solve the situation. Though the men the lady had been entertaining didn't seem too happy that she had interrupted their fun. "Oh he didn't really....hey where are you going?" She asked as the drow woman started walking away. She appeared to be heading towards Weston. Charmaine sighed loudly. This was going to be a difficult night.

Weston hadn't moved his eyes from the table since Charmaine walked over there. So he swallowed hard when the woman got up. He was sure that she was angry and was going to throw a punch at her, but she didn't. Instead the woman started looking around the room for what he wasn't sure. Then her eyes rested on his for a moment and Wes instantly knew that she was looking for him. He quickly turned away, but not before he saw that the drow was headed his way. 'Great Charmaine. What did you do now?' He asked himself. Of course he couldn't be rude, at least not yet. So he chose to act like he hadn't noticed her walking over towards him.

The men were not pleased. Neither were they sober enough to stand and present an adequate argument as to why she should stay with them. And while the free drinks and adoring attention were enough to sate her any other night... that nagging voice wouldn't leave her be. So that meant she needed to seek something else interesting. Like the handsome fellow she sat next to, which had to be Sly Heart's friend. Her chair was pushed close to his, though not too obnoxiously so and she leaned the table, resting her chin in her hands as she regarded him. "My name is Bresthra," she said with a small smile. It wasn't all too often she'd seen a Halfling male. Rather... she couldn't remember the last time. Which made Bresthra intensely curious... Her blood red eyes slid over Weston as she studied him, the look made rather personal as she even leaned back a little to get a better idea of what he looked like beneath the table. Granted, it was all in good fun... But Bresthra found herself wondering how different a Halfling would be in bed, compared to a human or elf. Maybe she'd find out...

Well it was too late, the woman pulled up a seat next to him. He tried to still ignore her but it was no use. She was there and she was intent on talking to him. Charmaine was so going to get it later. Normally he didn't mind meeting new people as long as they were fun, but he was hoping to just spend some time alone with Charmaine. Oh well, there were other days for that he figured. Might as well not be a total jerk, especially since the woman just introduced herself.

"The name's Weston. It's a pleasure to meet you Bresthra." He replied to her introduction, though he wasn't too enthusiastic about it. He was trying to pay more attention to his drink than this woman, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed how close she was looking him over. It made him feel naked almost and a bit uncomfortable, but it also flattered him some. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be that ruined by this very attractive woman. "Is there something I can help you with?" He asked.

At that time Charmaine came back over to the table. "I believe she finds us a bit more fascinating than that previous table. Please take my seat. I don't mind at all." She said as she took the stool on the other side of Weston even though she had to knock someone else out of it. They weren't too happy, but wasn't willing to pick a fight either. "So what exactly are you doing here? Looking to hook up with as many people as you can or just trying to get some money?" She asked Bresthra very bluntly.

Bresthra couldn't help but smile at the Halfling. Weston, he called himself. An easy enough name to recall should she ever need to. And given that she'd already had quite a bit to drink... well...That made it even better. She was about to say something along the lines of how sorry she was that her companions had been so loud, but the female Halfling, Sly Heart, seemed inclined to answer for her. That only made Bresthra's smile widen a little. For a first meeting of the race, it had proven to be rather intriguing. To Bresthra's delight, the little female even pushed someone else from a stool. Either the girl was dumb, and rather brash, or she could take care of herself. One didn't throw their weight around unless they could... even if they didn't weigh much.

Bresthra had been about to explain herself when the female halfling's question took her by surprise. So she laughed. Were all the smaller races so amusing, or had she just been so lucky to meet these two first? She smiled smoothly at Charmaine. "I'm merely here for a good time. Where ever that leads...." Bresthra shrugged then. " I've no qualms with being friendly. You only get one life, after all." She'd never admit it out loud, but the two had given her a chance to smoothly part company from the men. Much to Bresthra's surprise, she found she'd prefer the night to be spent with someone more familiar.... someone a little closer to her. But seeing as how that was not possible, she could at least have a bit more fun before calling it a night and sleeping alone. A first in quite a long time.

Charmaine was starting to like this sultry woman more and more as she spoke. Where as Charmaine was no where near as loose, they seemed to share a lot of the same motto's on life. "Here here." She said as she lifted a glass to what Bresthra said, "It's the truth all right. Might as well live life to fullest while you can, before someone or something takes it from you. So you live here in town or just passing through?"

"Yeah, me and Charmaine are always looking for a good time. Of course that doesn't usually mean getting men drunk, but if it means getting their money we'll do it." Weston said, starting to relax around the drow and started acting more like himself. If Charmaine approved of Bresthra than he did. He always trusted her opinion of people and went along with just about everything she said.

"Weston, hush!" Charmaine said in halfling slapping him on the thigh. She was starting to like this girl, but that didn't mean she had to be in the know of what their profession was. "She could be on the right side of the law for all we know."

He replied back to her in halfling, "Ow, what? Do you really think she's on the right side of the law? I mean think of what she was doing before she came over here." Okay, sometimes he had to set her on the right track, but she was very suspicious of people.

"True," she said in common again. "So what do you do for a living, Bresthra? I would guess hooker, but that's a bit mean and biased from my first meeting with you." She said to the drow woman.

Weston looked at her wide eyed for her very blunt statement. "Please forgive her, she's not the most respectful person. Let me buy you a drink." He said motioning to the bar keep to bring Bresthra a glass of beer.

Bresthra remained terribly pleased that she'd found the pair. All the better that the woman had come to the table. From the laughter, the men didn't even know she'd left. Such was the charm of drunken suitors. She shook her head. "No, I don't live here. Just making my way through. You?" Bresthra was willing to bet they were not locals. Bresthra laughed when Weston admitted to being a fan of gold, which earned him a slap from Sly Heart and apparently a tongue lashing in some language Bresthra did not understand. She always defaulted to common, or had since she'd learned to speak it. She hadn't found out until much later that what she considered common was actually a bastardized form of common known as undercommon. For the similar names, neither language had much in common. The only other tongues she knew happened to be abyssal and draconic. One because it was spoken back home, the other because her studies had required it.

Much to the drow's delight, Sly Heart caught her off guard once again when she asked what Bresthra did for a living. Enough so, that her smile turned sly. Bresthra started to wave away Weston's concern... but then he offered to buy her a drink.... and Bresthra never turned down a free drink. The drow didn't bother to answer until she'd taken a drink of beer. At this point, she'd already drank enough that any alcohol would've tasted good. So the beer was wonderful. Bresthra winked at Weston before clarifying, "My profession sways more in the religious direction. I'm a priestess, if you'd believe me." Granted, priestesses of Sharess tended to be viewed as hookers from an outsiders viewpoint. Or whores, rather, because the priestesses never –asked- for anything in return. They just usually got something out of it, be it drink, gold, or favors.  "And a wandering, poor one at that." Bresthra added, before indicating the men. "And they seemed happy enough to supply me with drink."

Charmaine and Weston both looked at her disbelievingly. "A priestess? Really? I thought all priest and priestesses were  uptight kill joys. With their don't do this and don't do that. If you do this you'll pay for it and you always have to follow the law. That sort of thing." Charmaine said.

"Yeah, sounds a bit odd to me as well. Then again I can't claim to know everything either. What god to work for?" Weston added.

"Hell, if how you act is the way you worship your god I might worship them. That is if I believed in the gods." Charmaine said as she took a swig of her beer. It felt so cold running down her throat. "Hm. Poor or not, doesn't seem like you're doing too bad for yourself. Don't you have any other profession that pays a little better than free drinks and getting laid whenever you want?" That didn't seem like a horrible life, but she didn't want it for herself.

"Yeah, we're from the area. At least we've been here for a bit and decided to just make it home. It's not a bad city, but can be a bit too lawful sometimes. Better than some cities though." Weston said nonchalantly.

Bresthra was delighted that she'd be the first of her sort that they would meet. Such differences of expectations were always amazing to her. Though she was hardly the sort to become all preachy and recruiter-like, Bresthra took some minor joy in talking about her hedonistic goddess. "I worship Sharess, the goddess of pleasure and life." She winked again as she took a sip before chiding, "That which is good is pleasurable and that which is pleasurable is good. Or so the Goddess wills." Bresthra chuckled at Sly Heart's admonition that she could abide by such a Goddess. It was rather easy.

Bresthra turned her attention back to her drink that was disappearing faster than she would've preferred before glancing at the pair as Charmaine inquired as to another profession Bresthra might have. She contemplated telling them, and in the end, decided, "I'm a decent sellsword, I suppose." While not completely a lie, Bresthra did do guild work from time to time. So she considered her blade skills to be hired rather than... obligatory.

Bresthra toasted Weston's observation of the city. "There are worse places. And there are better." She downed the last of her drink and eyed the empty glass with a bit of reproach. The good thing to drunken suitors was that they tended to not let her glass go empty.

Charmaine kind of gave a half smile. "Sounds like an easy enough code, but I figure I person can live that same way without having to owe the gods anything in return. Sellsword jobs huh? Not a bad profession, we did it for a stint got tired of it though. Hate having someone tell me what I have to do. We prefer to do things our way, which is usually the best." Charmaine could be a bit of a braggart sometimes, but generally what she said was true even if it sounded otherwise.

"I don't know Charmaine. Perhaps serving a goddess with such an easy life style wouldn't be so bad. At least you'd have a powerful being behind you. I mean we both enjoy things that are pleasurable." Weston put in his two cents worth as he also motioned for the bar keep to fill all their glasses again. Lucky thing Charmaine had "found" that gold to buy all their drinks for them.

"You and your gods Wes, I swear. You know I've never said you shouldn't worship anyone I've just said I'm not going to. I reliant enough to take care of myself thank you very much. Silly fighter." She said as she playfully punched him in the arm.

"I'm just saying it might be worth looking into." He said giving her a smile back. He was blindly loyal to the halfling rogue. Normally he didn't do anything without her permission or approval. Not that he was whipped or weak willed, he just wanted to be as close to her as possible and that meant doing things she approved of and did herself. "So Bresthra how long you planning on staying in town?"

Bresthra quirked a brow at Charmaine and smiled a little. "Owe the gods anything?" She tsked then and ran a hand through her hair. All that alcohol was making her a little giddy. "It's not a matter of owing the gods anything. Rather, a matter of making sure when I die, my soul goes where it would be best suited. The Goddess promotes her view of pleasure and I get a cozy afterlife." She was easily able to switch conversation toward her other profession though. "I don't mind being told what to do. There's some fun in it." Of course Bresthra wasn't talking about work per say... Her sly smile let the halfings know her comment had been geared toward something else before Bresthra added, "And it means I get to meet interesting new people."

Bresthra was delighted when Weston motioned for her glass to be filled with theirs. Such generous Halflings, she mused while taking a drink. She eyed Weston speculatively before deciding there was probably too much going on between him and Charmaine to attempt to see where it could go with him. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder...

She didn't snap out of her thoughts until Weston said her name. Only then did she hear him ask how long she'd planned on staying in town. At that, she shrugged. "Until I get bored and want to go somewhere else, I suppose. And what of you two? Going to be lingering long?" The only permanent place Bresthra ever happened to return to happened to be wherever Fyresk was. He was the closest thing she had to a home. Other than that, Bresthra came and went most places as she willed. It was the life she'd preferred over anything else.

"Charmaine's always been too high spirited to let others tell her what to do, in any way, shape, or form." Weston said, winking at her to let her know he understood what she meant.

Of course he's comment earned Weston another slap. "As if you'd know. Don't listen to him. It's not that I can't take orders I just prefer to not to. As far as gods go. I'll do my thing and they can do theirs as long as they don't mess with me I won't mess with them." She said, though she knew there was nothing she could do against a god. "Yeah, we'll be here awhile."

"Yep, business to do. Pleasure too of course." He said, then he turned towards Charmaine and said in halfling, "Do you think we should ask her if she's interested in joining a thieves guild?"

Charmaine gave a thoughtful expression. "I guess it couldn't hurt to ask. I doubt she's the kind of person to run and tell the guards or something." She replied back to him in halfling. Then she turned her attention to the drow. "So priestess, would you be interested in another sort of profession?"

(Wes does have feelings for Charmaine, but he's still a man. So she might be able to get somewhere with him. Just FYI)

Bresthra laughed at Weston's words and leaned a little towards him as though she was going to share a secret with him. Though her tone had dropped a little, it was still clearly loud enough for Charmaine to hear. As was the intent. "I rather like being told what to do." Bresthra then winked at Weston before giggling and looking at Charmaine. Ok, so maybe she'd had enough alcohol to be a little silly. She turned her attention to her drink, the smile still in place. Though she didn't see the slap, she heard it. Bresthra glanced at Charmaine when she heard the halfling's view on the gods. She nodded a little before picking up her drink and taking a sip. "A fair enough viewpoint, yes," she conceded before taking another sip of the sweet beer.

Bresthra took note that they'd be staying here longer. She'd have to meet up with these two again. They were terribly interesting. She was thinking on inviting them out to drinks again as they spoke in that strange language again. Bresthra didn't notice they'd quit until Charmaine actually said, "So priestess, would you be interested in another sort of profession?"  

Bresthra quirked a slender brow as she eyed Sly Heart speculatively. She was terribly intrigued and, if for nothing more than to satisfy that though, she leaned against the table, toward the pair, and asked, "What sort?" Nevermind than she was almost leaning against  Weston. And out of habit, her leg actually pressed to hers. Bresthra never did have a concept of private space... especially when she was out and about having fun.

Weston was starting feel the alcohol a bit himself otherwise he would have probably moved back a bit once she leaned forward. His eye brows rose a bit at her comment and he looked at Charmaine. She only looked back at him with a look that said 'I really didn't need to know that'. "How interesting. I think I want something a little harder than a beer. Anyone else?" He asked them both, Charmaine nodded no. He ordered himself a shot of the stronger alcohol and took it quickly. Weston might be only half the size of regular man, but he could take his alcohol like a champ.

Charmaine leaned in a bit closer to the drow so she couldn't be overheard. "Okay, here's how it goes. The pair of us are trying to start our own thieves guild, 'The Laughing Shadows', but we've just started and we need more members. Honestly right now it's just me and Wes here. I can't promise that the pay is very reliable, but when we do get money it's a lot at one time. Interested any?"

Weston couldn't help but feel a little special being so close to two beautiful women. "Yeah, it's a great job. Excitement and a bit of danger during every heist, it's the best. Trust us and you should see Charmaine in action. I doubt anything on earth could see or hear her when she's on the job." He said, bragging a bit on his partner. That shot of strong stuff was starting to make him fuzzy all over and he knew he'd have to take it easy otherwise he'd get too drunk and do something stupid. He did like how Bresthra's leg was pressed against his though. Seeing as how he was fairly drunk, he was a bit braver than normal so he put his hand on his leg, but close enough to where it lightly touched her leg.

Bresthra laughed at the look that Charmaine gave Weston. It's what she'd expected. Or something of the sort from the female Halfling. She ran a hand through her silver hair then immediately seconded Weston's choice for something stronger. The drowess winked at Weston before taking the shot right after him. She was feeling good enough that she barely felt the burn of the strong liquor as it slid down her throat. There was a bit of warmth along her fingers and toes, letting her know she was appropriately inebriated. Splendidly so. A couple more shots and she'd be really liquored up. Speaking of, she waved to the barkeep to get another.

Bresthra paused before taking the second shot, studying Charmaine with a look that belonged to someone completely sober. The drowess took such propositions seriously and rarely committed to anything. Because when she did, she was in it for the long haul. She mulled that thought over before taking her second shot. Bresthra was about to answer after Weston had spoken, but his hand along her leg made her pause. Not that she minded. Or rather, she eyed him with renewed interest. Granted, she kept up the act as though she were still considering. She shifted in her seat, bringing her leg closer to Weston as she turned, though it looked as though she'd done so to face Charmaine more. "I'm rather intrigued," she breathed softly, making sure they were not going to be overheard. "What sort of jobs do you do?"

After the drow got a shot herself, Charmaine didn't want to be the only one left out. So she motioned that she wanted a shot as well. She didn't like strong alcohol as much as Wes did, but she took the shot without complaint. She wasn't feeling the alcohol yet, but she also hadn't been drinking as much as Wes and Bresthra. Charmaine never liked having her mind fuzzy for any reason, made her feel too insecure.

"Well, there's lots of jobs that we do. Occasionally we will do the odd job for hire and then get a cut of what we take. For the most part though we do our own work. We figure out a plan that's within reach and we follow through with it. The last gig we did was the house of the mayor of the city over from here. Crept in during the middle of the night, stole half his possessions and got out without none the wiser. Of course he deserved it though. We might be thieves, but we're not evil. We only steal from people who won't miss it or who deserves it. Never from the poor." Charmaine explained to her. Her and Wes had a few gigs and heists under their belts all ready, Charmaine was wanting to grow her guild out though so she could start making a real living at thievery.

Weston joined the crowd and ordered another shot for himself. It was pretty good for being as strong as it was. He was so accustomed to hard drinks that not even the burn bothered him anymore. He was starting to get very warm, probably from the alcohol but also from the company. He had on a couple of layers so he decided to strip the outer layer. Underneath he just had on a tank top of sorts that showed his arm muscles very well. He was very aware when she shifted and his hand touched even more of her leg. "You should join us. Plus it's not like there's a contract that you have to stay with us. It's not a life sentence or anything like that." He said winking at her again. He seemed to be winking a lot tonight he realized.

"He's right. The only thing we ask is that you never reveal who we are or where we are. Trust me, if you do you'll regret it." Charmaine said and from the tone in her voice was being a hundred percent honest. She noticed how close the drow was to Wes and how their legs and he's hand was touching. Personally she thought it odd that the woman would be hitting on her partner. Not that she didn't think he was handsome or attractive, he was, it was the size difference that made it odd.

"She's telling the truth. There was one guy that use to be with us, he's not anymore." Weston confirmed. He ordered himself another shot and downed it quickly. This one seemed to hit him really fast and his head felt very light all of a sudden and off balanced. He actually almost did loose his balance and he reached a hand out to stop himself. That hand accidently landed on Bresthra's leg. "Sorry, I think I need to slow down some." He apologized, but was slow to take his hand off.

Bresthra watched Charmaine as the Halfling explained their last job. Rather amusing, if nothing else. While she'd never been much of a thief, it was only because... well, when Bresthra wanted something she either got it or forgot about it. Her desires usually dealt more with people than with things. But she'd come from a rather privileged life. There were not many she'd met that claimed to have a Goddess for a mother. Granted, Assirra had not been a Goddess when Bresthra had been born, but her Mother had been an avatar. It all came down to Bresthra already knew what the good life was like, and if she wanted to go back to being pampered, all she had to do was run back to Mith Rendan. But the idea of joining... of working alongside the Halflings... well that had real promise. If only because it sounded like she'd have a good time.

The drowess ordered another shot for herself then eyed Weston as he stripped out of a shirt. Even though he was a Halfling, and there were a lot of differences just about looks, Bresthra's curiosity was snagged. And because of that, her blood red eyes played over the exposed skin with interest. Her eyes only went to his when he spoke. Wouldn't do to be rude... Bresthra was almost sold on the idea, but what he said sealed the deal. If there were no permanent obligations, then she could make her way to Mith Rendan whenever she wanted... Bresthra liked to cater to her random urges to return to Fyresk.

Bresthra barely made note of the threat in Charmaine's voice. Not because she was doing so actively, but rather, Bresthra knew they'd have no problem trusting her. She wasn't much for gossip. That was more in her sister Sahvrea's purview. For Bresthra, a secret was fine... so long as it didn't involve things like relationships or affections. To Bresthra, those were things that were meant to be out in the open. She was jerked from her thoughts when Weston grabbed her leg. He'd been talking, though Bresthra had missed it. But the sudden warm contact on her thigh... well now, that was something she had not been expecting. Bresthra would've written it off that he was trying not to fall... but the way his hand lingered drew her sharp attention. The drowess was the master at artful touches and knew one when she saw it... and when she was on the receiving end. Such as now. Her smile turned sly as she eyed Weston. "No, no, you're fine. No need to slow down at all." Bresthra chuckled before ordering another for herself. The drow had a rather high tolerance considering she'd spent most of her younger years drinking and gambling. Hells, she was even willing to bet she could make a good bluff right now. If she had the money to gamble away anyways.

After taking the shot, no longer feeling the warmth of the drink as it simply added to the already pleasurable haze to her vision she leaned against the table. Her hand happened to find Weston's thigh as she managed to look rather thoughtful. "It is definitely something to consider..." Then her voice dropped low. "Why don't we try a job first... then we'll see if we... mesh well..." For the last of her words, she'd looked to Weston as her hand slid just a little higher.

((Just a note. I edited these two a bit. Instead of being 3 ft. and 3 ft.1, they are now 4 ft (charmaine) and 4 ft 1(weston). I just could not picture them that little, so gave 'em a bit more height. Thought I'd let you know as well.))

A sly smile crossed Charmaine's lips. "Good. We'll have to find a job that we can do together so you can get a feel for it. Don't worry, we won't do anything big. A small job would be the best for your first time." She said not able to keep the tinge of excitement out of her voice. In fact she was so happy that she didn't even notice the word play at the end of Bresthra's statement that was directed to Weston. Perhaps they finally had another member. Not that her and Weston didn't do a good job by themselves, but she wanted to be the leader of a big guild. Two people could not be called a big guild.

Weston quit breathing for a moment as the drow's hand found his thigh. He's throat also decided to go very dry and his tongue felt like cotton, so he took a drink of his beer which helped a little. This was quite a nice surprise to him. It had been a very long time since a beautiful woman had touched him like that. Needless to say he was already a bit aroused. He gave a small smile to Bresthra, but then his thoughts turned to Charmaine as she started talking to her again. How could he be flirting so badly with this sexy drow when the woman he supposedly loved was sitting right beside him? A small eternal battle broke out within him. He did have feelings for Charmaine, but was it really love? There was a beautiful woman with her hand on his thigh, should he take advantage of it or not? If he was certain that Charmaine had any feelings other than friendship for him, he'd never consider continuing with Bresthra. But the fact was he didn't know for certain and it had been so long since he'd even kissed a girl.

He got another shot of whiskey and downed it. Just as he did, he felt Bresthra's hand move higher on his thigh. He looked at her just as what she said hit him. Mesh together, eh? He thought to himself, 'Is that what she is thinking?' At this point he was drunk enough, or aroused enough, but probably a mix of both, to not care about his feelings or emotions. He made sure his body was turned to where Charmaine could not see her hand on his thigh, wouldn't do for her to point out the obvious and ruin their fun. Since she didn't seem to mind and was in fact encouraging his behavior, he put his hand back on her thigh. This time he didn't just leave it there, he had enough courage to run it up a bit higher, higher than where her hand was on his thigh. He gave her a challenging look then as if daring her to out do him.

"I'm hungry guys. Let's get something to eat and grab a booth." Charmaine said, then she gave the bar keep an order for some food and then hopped off the stool and went to grab a booth for them. "Come on guys, move it."

(( He's not much shorter than her hee hee ))

Bresthra's attention had shifted completely to Weston and the moment that was steadily developing between them. Enough so that she didn't even hear what Charmaine had said. Something, surely, as Bresthra had noted the noise. But it wasn't nearly as important as the warmth of Weston's thigh beneath her hand. Her smile was devilishly sly when he took a drink then offered a smile of his own.  Then something seemed to have snagged his attention as his look went a little distant. Maybe not to the point most would notice, but Bresthra had been watching people for quite some time now. He was thinking... About what, the drowess could only guess.

Even though Weston took another shot, Bresthra opted out of that one. If there was the chance of something happening, she'd prefer to be remotely capable for it. Or at least fully aware. Too much more alcohol and the most Bresthra would manage would be to fall in a bed. Hardly fair to Weston. Much to her delight, there was a return of his hand to her thigh. The warmth from it had a shiver of want fall down her spine. But the fun did not end there, no. His hand moved higher. And higher. Bresthra nearly lost her composure at the look he gave her and made a move then. But the raucous laughter of some drunkard reminded the drow they were in public. Wouldn't look too good for her to start anything with the Halfling. But that look demanded a response. Her body throbbed with want in a couple of key locations, the sort that made her breathing soft and low.

The drowess never would've heard Charmaine except she moved. Only that was enough for Bresthra's blood red eyes to flick away from Weston's look to see the Halfling woman standing and saying something about a booth. Bresthra was thinking more along the lines of finding a room for herself and Weston, curious where things might go once they got there... But she wasn't about to say as much... yet. Too much more of this and she would. Since Charmaine was temporarily not next to Weston, Bresthra felt no qualms with sliding her hand all the way up and against Weston. She leaned close, the warmth of her hand flush to his lower abdomen, as she whispered, "If you'd prefer somewhere else rather than a booth..." Her breathy words trailed off with a suggestive look, letting him piece the end of her offer together. Bresthra pointedly looked down to where her hand was, leaving absolutely no doubt as to what she had in mind...

Charmaine had a bit of time getting an empty booth. A lot of them were already filled or had people passed out in them. She finally find a corner booth in a dark corner that only had one person passed out in it and promptly drug them out of it. "Over here guys!" She said waving them over. She noticed one of the bar workers with a tray of food that seemed to be looking for someone. Naturally she figured it was theirs and caught their attention by whistling really loudly. The server put the food down and left. There would surely be enough for all of them.

Weston was paying about as much attention to Charmaine as Bresthra was. Lucky for him he was so use to listening to her that he caught her saying they should find a booth. Truthfully he wanted to find something a bit more private, but he couldn't leave Charmaine all alone. He owed her that much at least. He was watching where Charmaine was going, no sense in all of them looking for a booth, when Bresthra's hand found it's way all the way up his leg. His whole body got very very hot and his mind refused to think of anything except what his body was wanting him to do. He had expected her to move her hand a bit higher, but not all the way up. It was very shocking and thrilling at the same time.

He really noticed now how lovely she smelled as she leaned in close to him to speak to him. His breathing was very shallow and quick as all he could focus on for the moment was where her hand was. Then her words find their way through his foggy mind. At least they were on the same page. Seemed to him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and the gods knew how bad he wanted her right now. All the years of abstinence was really getting to him now. He leaned in next to her and slid his own hand up further. His thumb made small circles on her inner thigh. "I'd love to, but I can't just leave Charmaine. We'll have to wait until a more opportune moment. We'll eat and then leave. You can come back with us. Until then that booth is pretty dark..." He suggested, his voice was very low and husky. Though it killed him to, he got up and motioned for her to follow him.

Bresthra had already committed herself to seeing what could happen between her and the Halfling. Of the escapades that the drowess had involved herself in, none of the involved someone like Weston. Elves and humans she knew what to expect. Not that she thought that being a Halfling made Weston wildly different than the others. Well it did, but more so mentally than physically. That he seemed equally interested in her had Bresthra's heart beat drumming in her ears. He was warm against her hand, deliciously so. Her eyes remained narrowed a fraction with a smirk in place, even when his hand slid higher. Bresthra even spread her legs a fraction more, a clear sign she'd let Weston go as high as he wanted. Bresthra had no public inhibitions. That and the alcohol had made her momentarily forget that Chamaine was there. At least when it concerned what joy might be found with Weston.

The drowess was then reminded that there was another member of their group, someone they couldn't just abandon. No matter how hot Bresthra happened to be. While she wouldn't have minded so much, Weston leaned in and suggested they go with Charmaine... until later. Bresthra looked around as the Halfling pulled away. Her eyes found Charmaine in a booth. That seemed to be where they should go. At least for now. Bresthra eyed Weston as he indicated she should follow. So it would be a little longer before she'd get to play, but that was ok. Bresthra could wait. That was half the fun anyways. The teasing and flirting. Especially where alcohol was concerned. It made others a little more liberal with their attentions. Bresthra always was. But she'd found most others had this filter that kept them from doing certain things in public. Give someone enough drink though, and that filter dissolved. While Bresthra had yet to find someone willing to simply take her in public, there were some that were bold. Like Weston's hand along her inner thigh. That sort of attention made her temperature spike, her heart hammer, and her breathing soft and shallow. A rare excitement for her, but one Bresthra ached for.

Bresthra brushed past Weston on the way to the booth, smiling at him. She was already so excited and warm from the teasing before, with the addition of the alcohol, that she acutely felt him when she'd moved past. Artfully to ghost her body along his. She slid into the booth, all the way against the wall. There was a small part of her that thought he might sit next to her, but she wasn't sure. Rather, Bresthra leaned against the cooler wall and sighed happily at the sharp contrast between her oh so warm skin and the warmer wall.

Weston lingered a moment behind as Bresthra moved passed him. He had to take a second to catch his breath and calm down a bit. His mind, however, was a creature all it's own and it kept bringing up images of skin, blankets, and Bresthra. He prayed to whatever goddess it was the drow worshiped that they would not be stuck here long. He couldn't wait to get back to their house.

After what seemed to Wes as forever, but in actuality was only a few seconds, he made his way to the dark booth. He wanted to sit by Bresthra and was happy that she hadn't taken the seat next to Charmaine. Lucky for them, Charmaine was the type of person who normally took up a whole seat by herself. So he did the logical thing and took a seat next to the drow. Being next to her again made his heart start thumping harder. "Jeez, Charmaine. Did you really need to get all of this food?" He asked, trying to sound like he had his wits about him.

"Well, there is three of us. Besides it's just some meat, bread, cheese, and some fruit." She said defensively. There was a lot of food however, but no alcohol. "I guess I should have gotten a tank of beer for us as well." She snapped her fingers and caught the attention of a server. Within moments there was a tank of beer for them to drink and a flagon of the hard stuff as well. "Dig in everyone." Charmaine said taking her own advice.

Weston got a bit of cheese and bread to nibble on, then took another shot. He was at a good drunk and now was just wanting to pace himself. "This is good food. So do you have a place to stay Bresthra? If not, we have an extra room at our place." Weston said, taking the opportunity to slip his hand back on the drow's thigh. He was hoping that she would say she didn't have a place to stay even if she did. Her thigh felt so warm under his hand, he wanted to feel more under his hand. But he was going to let Bresthra decided how much they would do while they were still here.

Bresthra's whole attention was on Weston as he slid into the booth next to her. Wonderful. She turned her attention to all the food and felt her stomach growl a little. Not enough to be heard. Hell, it was barely noticeable over the thrum of her pulse along certain sensitive areas of her body. The alcohol was serving to simply allow her to relax more. Bresthra heard him say something about the amount of food, making Bresthra smile a fraction as she leaned away from the wall to pick up a piece of melon. Something cool and sweet was exactly what she needed. Bresthra took a slow bite as Chamaine waved over a server for more drink. Bresthra considered indulging more, but decided against it for a moment. At least as long as it took her to get a small bite to eat.

The drow was taking another bite of melon when Weston said the food was good. And it was. Then he asked if she had a place to stay. She was about to respond when his hand found her thigh, so she took a moment longer to let her eyes linger on him while she took another bite. Bresthra smiled a little, her hand dropping to her lap, over his. Her smile turned rather sly as she slid his hand higher. "I actually haven't looked into getting a room yet. If you'd be so accommodating, I'd be more than grateful...." His hand reached the juncture between her legs. She regretted that she'd bothered to wear pants. "... to stay in the empty room." Her hand moved off of his, leaving him expressly there as Bresthra took another bite of melon. This was turning out to be a rather wonderful evening. Enough so that she felt ready for another shot. Bresthra leaned forward to pour it, shivering some at the warmth of his hand against  her. There was no pause as she took the shot then turned her attention to more melon. Though she looked preoccupied with picking a piece, the whole of her focus was on Weston and his hand.

Charmaine wasn't too sure about the drow staying with them. She wasn't as inclined to trust strangers like Weston was, but if she did prove to be an asset to the guild it would only make sense for her to stay with them if she needed a place. "It's not a problem at all. Like he said we have an extra room. In fact we have a few extra rooms. Don't ask how, but we found ourselves in the possession of a small mansion. Part of it we've turned into a training ground of sorts." She explained to the drow, though for some reason she got the feeling like Bresthra wasn't really paying attention to her.

"Yeah, it's really nice. Not too big, but not that little either. You'll like it." He managed to say, but barely. Weston thought it very cute her putting her hand on his, but did not expect her to push his hand all the way up her leg. He felt flush all over and didn't dare move his hand quite yet. With his other hand he grabbed another piece of cheese and ate it. That small distraction gave him the time to get his composure together again. He squeezed her thigh noticing how toned it was. She certainly was in good shape. Then he started rubbing her thigh, slowly and in small circles. He didn't want Charmaine to notice that he was moving his arm. Thankfully the seats were a bit on the small side, so they were already touching shoulders which helped to cut down on the movements he made. After a second or two of rubbing the top of her thigh, he moved his hand downward to her inner thigh and ran it a bit higher still. A part of him was still worried she didn't want him to move that fast, but some how he knew she wanted him to.

Bresthra idly chewed on the piece of fruit she had while watching Charmaine. The Halfling woman was saying something. Probably something she should pay attention. Like the fact she could stay with them. Considering she was getting all sorts of wicked ideas about Weston, that was definitely a good thing. She took another slice of melon and took a slow bite, savoring the sweet taste as she heard Weston say she'd like it. Her laugh following was throaty and low, almost sensual. "Oh, I'm sure I will like it there." At least, tonight seemed to be looking good. Bresthra wasn't sure how he'd react tomorrow, sober, but no part of her cared to think that far ahead. Even considering it had been an idle thought quickly crushed when he finally reacted to where his hand was. Bresthra liked to think she'd actually caught him off guard. Which made her feel deliciously wicked.

Bresthra was in mid bite when his hand slid to her inner thigh and higher. She paused to take a slow breath, fixing her attention on Charmaine before finishing her bite. Her legs spread just a little more making her flush along his all the while giving his hand more room to roam. If he wanted to, that is. Bresthra was wildly curious just how close Weston was willing to get to her right now. She didn't give much thought to what would happen if they were found out... or if she even cared if they were. Bresthra was enjoying herself far too much to fret about 'what ifs'. Hells, she wasn't even thinking about the room she and Weston could share. Her mind was wrapped around the here and now... like how his hand was so wonderfully warm against her.

Charmaine was sure there was something up with this drow. She had been so talkative and now she was barely saying two words. It just didn't add up to her. She started thinking harder on it when she realized something. It was probably just the all the alcohol she had been drinking. It was also probably why Weston had gotten a bit more quiet. He was always more quiet when he was drunk, perhaps she should think about getting this drunk pair home. "It's settled then. You'll stay with us for the time being. Don't worry, there's no charge. You just have to pull your weight around the guild." She said, though she still had that feeling that something was up.

Weston kept eating, though he did not taste the food he was putting into his mouth. His mind was so far from his stomach it might as well not even exist. He was pretty sure his temperature went up a few degrees when she spread her legs a bit farther, pressing her leg against his. Not only was more of her touching him, but he had more room to move his hand. This was turning out to be one of the most fun nights he'd had in awhile. A small smile crept over his face and he quickly hid it with food so Charmaine wouldn't see. His hand slid higher as if he was going for the most sensitive part of her, but at the last minute he turned his hand away and up to teasingly stroke the lower part of her stomach. It too was very toned and felt wonderful. Damn. Why does she have to be wearing pants? He thought to himself.

The drowess eyed Charmaine, as though it required quite a bit of focus to understand what she was saying. And it was. Bresthra was suitably liquored up, very warm, rather eager, and not concerned at all with anything outside of where she and Weston might end up. But words happened to be important occasionally, so she made an effort to log away what Charmaine said. Something about it being ok that she stay, so long as she pulled her weight. Bresthra was fine with that. "Sounds wonderful." The drowess couldn't control how breathy she sounded. That was simply a reaction to the way Weston happened to be touching her. And blessed Sharess, he was teasing her. Bresthra grinned and picked up another slice of fruit. She didn't want to really eat it, but she had to do something to keep from turning and taking this moment farther. But not in front of Charmaine. The female Halfling made Bresthra feel like a little girl. She couldn't do something decidedly naughty in front of Charmaine or she'd get in trouble. And getting in trouble was bad. Bresthra remotely blamed the alcohol for her weird perception of Charmaine. Besides, it was fun sneaking these touches beneath the booth... it had Bresthra's heart beating steadily in her ears, her face flushed, and her breathing soft and airy.

Bresthra took a bite of the fruit, loving how sweet and cool it was. It served to only add to the delight of the whole experience. "So," she managed conversationally, "How far away is this place?" Was she eager? Hell yes. Bresthra shot a sly look at Weston. The drowess fully intended on seeing where this might go.

Weston's will power to keep himself in control was quickly wearing down. So much in fact that he had to stop himself from staring at Bresthra's chest. He was very curious to know what she looked like underneath all those clothes. Of course he knew he'd like what he'd see, that is if she let him see. Slapping himself out of his naughty thoughts, he snagged a bit of fruit. The coolness and sweetness of it was wonderful to his very dry throat. The last shot he took was now taking it's affect and it showed in the way his fingers started to go under the top of her pants.

"Oh it's not that far from here. Only a few streets down in fact. We'll head there now if you both are done. I can see you both are pretty drunk and Weston does some pretty silly things when he's drunk. Don't want him getting out of hand while we're here." Charmaine answered her. At least she seemed a bit more coherent than she did a minute ago. Some how they had managed to eat most of the food that was on the table. Waste not, want not Charmaine's grandmother always said.

"She's telling the truth, I do, but I'm not that drunk...yet." Weston said with huge grin. He was excited that they were going to be leaving soon. Though he was enjoying the hand play him and Bresthra was doing. "I'm ready when you guys are." As he was saying this, his hand moved down to lightly caress her most private of areas.

Though it required quite a bit of effort on her part to listen to Charmaine, she was fully in tune with Weston and what he might be doing. Such as the way his hand brushed along the top of her pants... and the way his fingers slipped beneath them and against her skin. Bresthra had never been one to believe in self control. Ever. Only the spirit of play kept her from turning to Weston and showing him just how heated all of this was making her. The soft sigh as she took a moment to compose herself was purely a response to his touch. Bresthra's eyes partially closed as she studied the fruit in her hand. After she seemed to debate about eating it, she finished the bite and leaned back in her seat. That made it even easier for Weston's hand to dip lower. Bresthra wasn't even aware they were talking until her mind happened to jerk her into it. She had to remind herself yet again words were important, usually. She caught the tail end of Weston saying, '...I'm ready when you guys are.' Which made the drowess laugh. Bresthra was more than ready.

Bresthra had to suck in a sharp breath as his hand slid decidedly lower and a shiver shot down her spine. The drowess made no attempt to excuse or explain herself as she murmured, "It's probably best we go soon." Let Charmaine make of it what she liked, Bresthra's skin felt on fire. The thrum of want where his hand was had her edgy, unable to sit still... Bresthra glanced at Weston and smirked just a little. He had to know the affect he was having on her...

Weston stood up then, knowing exactly what Bresthra was thinking with that look she gave to him. If he was doing half the things to her that she was doing to him, than it was amazing they both still had clothes on. "Alright then. Ladies, first." He said as he motioned for both Charmaine and Bresthra to go before him. He hoped his pants were baggy enough to hide something he really didn't want others

One eyebrow raised, Charmaine was very curious what inspired that last statement of Bresthra's. Maybe the drow was tired, gods knew she herself was exhausted. "Aren't you just the gentlemen." She said to Weston as she got up from the booth also. "Okay you all. Follow me." She said as she led the way through the crowded bar. She made sure that Weston and the drow was behind her as she exited the bar. Taking a left they headed towards the mansion.

Bresthra felt her heart beat increase with that anticipatory tingle than pricked its way all over his skin. The knowledge that they were leaving, that things may happen... ah, it was something she would say she was addicted to. It was a purely unique sensation, one that could not be found anywhere save the moments before she was alone with someone she very much wanted to be alone with. She slid out of the booth, eyeing Weston the whole time she did. Her blood red gaze played over him, briefly imagining what he would look like without clothes on. So obviously undressing him with her eyes in the brief time it took for her to stand, then move to follow Charmaine.

Bresthra's skin was highly sensitive to the extent everyone she accidently brushed against made her shiver. The drowess was so accustomed to giving herself wholly to sensation that it was something she did naturally now. Stepping outside, she paused to let the night air caress her very warm self. Only long enough to take a full breath before moving to follow them. Her things had been tucked away before now. She'd come back for them later. There was much more important things to think of right now... Bresthra walked behind Charmaine at a comfortable distance, taking the amount of thought it required to at least pay attention to where they were going.

Weston filed in behind the two women. His eyes were free now to scan the contours of Bresthra's body from behind. He liked what he saw. They exited the bar and the night hit him almost as hard as a stone wall. It didn't bother him though, a bit of cool air was what he needed to keep his head on straight until they got home. The night was beautiful, almost as beautiful as the drow that was in front of him now. The alcohol was still flowing through him and he was lucky he knew where his home was. The closer they got to the mansion the more excited he got and the more his heart thumped against his chest.

Indeed the mansion was only a couple of streets down and in minutes they were in front of the good sized house. It wasn't anything too fancy, nothing that would call attention to itself, but nicer than a regular house. It had two stories to it and a wide porch area. Charmaine walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. "Home sweet home." She said as she pushed the door open. She lit one of the lamps on the inside as Weston and Bresthra entered, then she shut the door behind them. "I guess we'll show you to your room." She said, lighting another candle and walking down a hall way. "I don't know about you all, but I'm extremely tired. So I'm hitting the hay after this."

Bresthra had enough of her wits about her that she could easily remember the way back to the bar, and thus to her possessions, when she got around to it. There was no rush. It wasn't like there was anything in the bag she couldn't live without. Surely her teacher would be upset if he had to replace it all... but Bresthra didn't care. She took a moment to survey the estate that they came upon, deciding she happened to like it. It was nice, spacious, but nothing that would make every passerby look and wonder. Unassuming was a good way to describe the place. Maybe that was why she liked it.

The drowess stood in the entry way, allowing her eyes to adjust to the low light. She saw more this way. The brief flare as Charmaine lit some lamp made her squint, but she was prepared for the candle. Bresthra didn't have anything to say at this point and so merely followed Charmaine. The drowess was still very aware of Weston and what they needed to finish, but that was all in time. Couldn't very well take him in the hallway... or at least not while Charmaine was around. Still the feeling of getting in trouble persisted, which actually made Bresthra smile. "I'll probably go to sleep as well," she said before glancing back at Weston. The look she gave him was a clear invitation. Hopefully she wouldn't be getting much sleep...

Charmaine didn't lead her far down the hall, the bedroom was the second door on the right. "Here it is. I'm afraid there's not much in it besides a bed and writing desk, but you can add to it if you wish. Till then it'll do. There's plenty of covers on the bed and extra pillows in the closet if you need them. Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight all." She said, but as she was walking away she pulled Weston with her a ways. In halfling she said to him, "Please keep quiet, if you plan on doing anything." With that she was off. Of course she wasn't sure if that's what was going on, but she knew something was up and by the way Wes had been undressing the woman with his eyes most of the night it wasn't too hard for her to assume. A strange feeling, she wasn't sure what, tugged at the back of her mind. Normally she didn't care what Wes did or whom, but for some reason she wouldn't be happy if she was right about this.

Weston could only stand with his jaw open as Charmaine walked away from him. He should have known that she would notice that something was up between them. At least she hadn't told him to not do anything. If she would've he probably would have backed out of the whole thing and that would have depressed him. The part of his mind that was still sober made him second guess himself about this evening. He did have feelings for Charmaine, but it was very apparent that she didn't for him. The logic of the situation won out and he could find no good reason to not continue the fun with Bresthra.

He waited to walk back towards the drow until Charmaine had already rounded the corner and gone up the stairs. He was still pretty drunk, but not as drunk as he had been. He wasn't quite sure what to do now. They were finally alone, but he felt very awkward and unsure of himself. At least Bresthra wasn't as tall as he thought she was at first. Now that they were standing face to face and close he could tell that she was only a bit taller than him. That made things a little more simple at least. "Um...well...here we are." That was smooth. He berated himself.

The drowess eyed the door she was led to, though she continued to watch Weston and Charmaine out of the corner of her eye. It was terribly amusing that Charmaine pulled Weston a couple feet away. Bresthra pretended to be interested in the door and try not to eavesdrop. Which was fairly easy because she didn't understand a word what was said... and she only heard brief whispers anyways. Only when she noted that Charmaine was walking away did Bresthra turn to face Weston, leaning back against the door as she watched him. The wooden door was deliciously cool against her inflamed skin. All that teasing and touching... Bresthra allowed herself to study him as he waited for Charmaine to round the corner before turning back  and walking to her. The alcohol still swam with her, but it only served to soften the edges of her vision. Bresthra was fully capable of... well, much. Her hand idly played with the ties to the leather top she wore, watching him. The silence between the two didn't bother her. Merely a prelude to what she hoped to be an eventful evening.

"Um...well...here we are."

Bresthra chuckled softly and reached down, opening her door. Her blood red eyes didn't leave his as she leaned back to open the door. "Care to show me in?" she breathed softly. A clear invitation if there ever was one. She could tell he was feeling a little awkward, but that was an easy fix. One that would be best done in the relative privacy of her new room. As she waited for him to walk in, Bresthra tugged on the leather ties that laced up the front of her shirt. That simple pull untied the knot at the top, which would allow her to loosen it further... and inevitably take it off.

A lot of Wes' awkwardness left him as soon as Bresthra spoke. Hearing her soft, sensual voice was all he needed to remember what was in store for them tonight. He'd worry about Charmaine later, tonight he was going to focus on what was before him. Giving her a warm smile, Weston walked forward to 'show her in'. As he passed by her he reached out and grabbed her by the waist pulling her in with him. A bit spontaneous, most certainly, but he was hoping to catch her off guard.

He let his hands linger in her waist a moment before letting her go. "Let me light some candles." He said as he stumbled around in the dark looking for a light. He figured she really wouldn't need them since she was a drow, but he'd like to see what he was doing. Finally he find some and lit a couple of candles then placed them on the desk next to the bed. The room might have been plain and ordinary, but the bed was extravagant. King size and canopied, white lace drapes fell down to shroud the bed in shadows cast by the candles and moonlight. The sheets covering it were made out of soft wool and beautifully crafted quilt lay on the top of it.

"I hope everything meets with your approval." He said walking back over to her. What she was doing with her blouse did not escape his notice, it only served to make him even more excited. The entire time they were at the bar he couldn't wait to get Bresthra alone and now that they were alone he didn't know where to begin. Moving in closer to her, his breath heavy, he put his hands back on her waist. He leaned in to her as if to kiss her, but turned his head aside to place a kiss on her neck. As his lips made contact with her skin they seemed to burst into flames. Her skin was electric to his lips and the tingles sent shivers down his spine to the tips of his toes. "God, you are so intoxicating." He said, feeling a little more drunk after that brief contact.

Bresthra let loose a soft, breathy chuckle as she was pulled into the room by Weston. She'd wondered if he'd changed his mind after speaking to Charmaine. The drowess had thought something was between them at first, but after Weston had acted a little interested... well, Bresthra couldn't help herself. She was wildly curious, and truthfully, in need of a good night. Whatever that nagging voice had been trying to tell her earlier was lost in the alcohol and the promise of what was to be a delicious evening. Bresthra would worry about whatever that was later. Like she always did. Bresthra pulled the door shut, hearing it click softly as it did so.

His warm hand lingered on her for a breath before he said, "Let me light some candles." It was easy for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, but candlelight... well, it was rather sensual. She could see the pluses to having some honeyed light in the room. And soon enough, the small flames had coated everything in a soft glow. The room wasn't anything to be excited about... but the bed, and Weston... well that was a completely different story. He remained the center of her focus as he moved away from the candles and toward her.

"I hope everything meets with your approval." The drowess smirked a little at his words. When he was so close, she wasn't sure where he would start. Or how. She loved moments like these. Where there was but a breath of time between what you wanted to do to when it was actually acted upon. Bresthra's body sang with want, her heart beat thrumming along her skin to make her incredibly sensitive. So when his hands found her waist, Bresthra shivered in anticipation. Her own hands left her lacings alone so she could slide her arms comfortably around his neck. She simply rested her forearms along his shoulders, a loose embrace. She thought he may kiss her until he shifted at the last moment to grace her neck with his lips. However brief the contact, it had Bresthra's breathing lowered to a sensual sigh. "God, you are so intoxicating," she heard him murmur, much to the drowess' delight. Bresthra pressed her body closer to his, craving the warmth that he had to offer. The height difference wasn't even noticeable as Bresthra returned his kiss, her lips brushing along the base of his jaw before finding his neck. She didn't make it so brief though, and rather than just kissing him, Bresthra took a moment to lightly suck on the place she'd decided on. Weston was so very warm, and she was already so very eager.... She had no words to describe how much she wanted him, and instead, showed him just how much as she sucked in his neck and pressed herself to him.

Weston liked the way she was holding him in a loose embrace. What he liked even more though was the way she slowly kissed the base of his jaw and moved downward until she found his neck. His neck had always been one of the most sensitive parts of his body, so when she started sucking on the skin there he couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably. How he could feel so hot and so cold all over at the same time he wasn't sure, but that's how he felt right now. As if he might melt and freeze in one moment. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he enjoyed having her this close to him and her lips on his neck.

For a second he forgot his hands were on her waist and thought he should probably be doing something with them. So he slowly wrapped them around to her lower back and gently massaged her there. Then he fumbled a bit with her shirt until he found the end of it, then he placed his hands on her bare skin. Just feeling how warm she was, under his hands and pressed against him, made a small moan escape his lips. A small breeze brushed against them and stole Wes' attention away to see where it had come from. The window was opened a crack and through it he could faintly hear sounds of people laughing and carrying on. It was nothing to worry about though, so he turned all his attention back to Bresthra.

As enjoyable as her lips on his neck was he was dying to feel his lips against hers. Nudging her head up with his, he trailed light kisses along her jaw and cheek until they reached her lips. He didn't go straight for a deep, passion filled kiss right away. First, he lightly placed a kiss on her lips. Just that small contact right there made his blood run warmer than ever. Then he kissed her lower lip, nibbling at it a bit. She tasted even better than he thought she would. Next he kissed her upper lip, also nibbling it a bit, but he also dared to run his tongue over the underside of it. Weston had always been a good kisser, but it had been awhile since he had gotten to practice his skills. A thought then hit him. What if he wasn't as good as he use to be? That thought worried him since he wanted to give Bresthra a very pleasurable night. So he decided to say something about it. "Just to warn you. I haven't been with a woman in a long time. You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit...rusty." He was breathing so slow that his words were the barest of whispers against her lips.

Even though the jist of her attention was on his neck, and the sucking kiss she had there, Bresthra was more than aware of the placement of his hands. Just like his body, they were oh so warm. She made a soft pleased sound against his skin, not quite a moan, as his hands found her back. Bresthra pressed her body closer to Weston, expressly her hips, when he actually touched her skin. She minutely thought she should've pulled her shirt off before hand, but that wasn't really important. It would be gone before too long.

Bresthra took the cue and ended the kiss on his neck, leaving a nice blemish on his skin where her attention had lingered. She barely noted it, becoming far too involved in the kiss. Bresthra's blood red eyes remained partially closed as he kissed along her jaw and cheek. The drowess adored the attention. She wasn't sure what to expect, but that didn't make her hesitate. Just incredibly curious. Bresthra was usually the one to initiate most things, so when Weston took the more aggressive role, she accommodated. She had no problem in either role... When his lips finally pressed to hers, Bresthra leaned forward to increase the contact. Much to her surprised delight, he turned his attention to her lower lip. She sighed softly, smiling a fraction. It was heavenly to have someone pay so much express attention to her the way he was. Bresthra even shivered some when his tongue ghosted ever her lip, her breath airy as she exhaled. It'd been some time since Bresthra had been kissed with such thoroughness. Usually the kisses were passionate, all consuming... hurried and primal. This was at the other end of the pleasurable spectrum. If this was a prelude to the night they were to share, it was certainly going to be one of the best. Attention to the smallest things was something Bresthra and Weston obviously shared. So when he murmured humbly, "Just to warn you. I haven't been with a woman in a long time. You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit...rusty," she couldn't help but laugh. Because of how the kiss had affected her, the sound was gentle, more sensual than she'd intended. Bresthra liked how the words were spoken against her lips.

One of her hands lightly slid along his neck and up into his hair. She kept what distance there was between them as she near purred, "You're fine, trust me." As though to sooth whatever fear he may have of being rusty, she kissed him this time. Bresthra had never been the shy or hesitant type. When she committed to something, it was wholly. When her lips pressed to his, the contact lasted long enough to appreciate the feel of him against her before she lazily slid her tongue along his lower lip, seeking admittance. The urge to really taste him was beating in her ears, matching the way her heart drummed and her pulse throbbed along her skin. The hand in his hair tightened just a fraction, enough that it put some pressure but not near enough to hurt him. It merely translated her want of him to remain where he was, utterly and eagerly kissable.

Weston smiled as she laughed and assured him that he was doing fine. Her hand running through his hair felt amazing. Almost like tiny sparks was shooting through his scalp as her fingers ran over it. Did she know all of his most sensitive areas? Cause it certainly seemed that way to him. Already out of all the women he had been with, which honestly wasn't that many, Bresthra was the only one that had made him feel so wonderfully alive. There was just something about the way they were both taking the time to fully appreciate each other and not just hurry to get in each others pants that was making Weston really enjoy himself.

He pulled her too him a little tighter when she kissed him back. He could tell from the way she kissed him that she was wholly committed to this and at least for the evening, to him. Her lips felt wonderfully warm against his and when she ran her tongue over his lower lip he couldn't help but moan a bit. It took him a moment to realize what she wanting, but then he opened his mouth to allow her entrance. The moment their tongues touch Weston moaned and pulled her too him a bit tighter still. Not tight enough to hurt her though and loose enough that she could move away if she wanted. Now he kissed her passionately, but still tenderly. His hands roamed up and down the bare skin of her back and even dipped into the back of her pants a little.

As flush as she was against him, especially her hips, he wouldn't have been surprised if she could feel how aroused she was making him. The skin under his hands was so silky smooth and so warm he wanted to feel more of her skin, but he didn't want to speed things up. He really liked the speed they were going right now. Instead he opted to slowly back her up towards the desk, all the while kissing her. When the reached the desk he broke the kiss off though he didn't really want to. He looked her in the eyes for a moment, a very deep, heated, passion filled moment. He didn't realize how lovely her deep red eyes were. "You're so beautiful." He couldn't help but say.

Bresthra adored the way he held on to her, tight to his oh so warm self. It was a heady addiction, the feeling of being wanted. The drowess was drawn to those that seemed to need her, carnally or otherwise, and it was all the better to feel them translate that want into something she could readily understand. Words weren't enough, but the way he moaned against her lips, the way he held her... The rest of the world ceased to matter, or even exist at all. It wasn't love, not in the loyal sense of belonging to only one person for all time, rather it was the sort of love shared between two people who knew only that they wanted pleasure-sensual fulfillment-for themselves and their partner. A different sort of connection, but one as hot as anything else that could be meaningful. For tonight, Bresthra was his. For this one evening, he was the most important thing in the world. That sort of adoration was hard to come by.

Bresthra took the subtle cue from the pressure of his body along hers that she should back up. A message shared with absolutely no words. Her body was so very warm, electrified and tingling from the way his hands roamed over what he could. Like they had a mind of their own, and fully intended committing the feel of her to memory. It wasn't until the back of her thighs graced the desk that Bresthra became aware that she could back no farther. And Weston pulled out of the kiss, much to her chagrin. Her blood red eyes slid to his, wondering if there had been a reason for the kiss to end. The way he looked at her made Bresthra shiver some and smile. That desirable look was heaven to her. "You're so beautiful," she heard him murmur. The sound of him, in company with that look, made her heart flutter. She had no words to thank him for the compliment, her breath was too light and airy for such communication. Rather, Bresthra leaned in and kissed him. Slow, and very thorough. Her head tilted the fraction required to make sure she was as close as she could be, running her tongue over his lower lip before drawing it between her teeth, putting just a fraction of pressure there. Not enough to really hurt.

There was something between him and Bresthra. It wasn't love, but to call it just plain old lust would have been insulting. They understood each other in a way he'd never been understood before. Sure Charmaine understood him, but not in the same way. He knew that for tonight him and Bresthra were closer than him and Charmaine had ever been. A part of him was sad over this realization. This was the kind of connection he would love so dearly to make with his partner, but it wasn't to happen. At least not in the near future. Tonight he belonged to Bresthra and she to him and honestly he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Weston returned her kiss passionately, his tongue sneaking into her mouth to twine with hers. She tasted like wine and strawberries, it was delicious. He pulled her to him close, craving to feel as much of her against him as possible. Grabbing her by the hips he lifted her off the ground to gently placed her on the desk. He was in between her legs now, a fact that made cold chills run up and down his body. Keeping his hands on her hips, he pulled her to him even closer. Why was she still wearing pants? Why was he still wearing pants? Probably because they were taking it slower and enjoying each other thoroughly.

Perhaps it was time to move on to something other than kissing, no matter how good it was. He backed off from the kiss, but didn't step back any. Without saying a word he stripped his shirt off and threw it to the side. The cool air brushing against his warm skin felt wonderful and he was glad that it was off of him. By the light of the candles Bresthra would have easily been able to see how very muscled Weston was. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and chiseled, and his abs were very well defined. No one could say Wes didn't have a very attractive body. He just hoped that Bresthra liked what she saw. With his shirt gone, he leaned back in to kiss her neck. He sucked the tender skin a little on the rough side, but not enough to really hurt her just to leave a nice mark. With his left hand he placed it on her back again and he placed his right hand on the top of her thigh. He rubbed her thigh slowly and in circles going all the up. He also moved his hand slightly to her inner thigh so his thumb could rub against her most sensitive spot.

Bresthra groaned softly against his mouth, the sound accompanying a shiver that slid down her spine and throughout the rest of her. There was no other way to be truly alive than like this, with her pulse singing in her ears, her skin sensitive to the slightest alteration in temperature, and the sole focus of this moment. Bresthra had found nothing else that made her feel this way. No drink could copy this focus, no drug could make her body thrum like this.

The drowess actually giggled against his lips when Weston lifted her and put her on the desk. The action had been so totally unexpected. Granted, Bresthra never cared to make a guess as to what may happen in any given situation. In that way, most of the things she'd encountered were a shocker one way or another. She liked him where he was now though. Between her legs, which she hooked around him, seemed to be exactly where Weston belonged. As though he agreed, Bresthra was pulled closer, allowing their hips to meet. It was then that Bresthra was reminded she still had on clothes. Had she been thinking a little more, she would've cursed the fact she wore pants and not a skirt. The clothes that had seemed practical at the time were simply a barrier now, one that she was steadily becoming rather annoyed with. Bresthra was so very aware of his warm body between her legs.

She watched, breathless with rapt attention, when Weston leaned back and pulled his shirt off. The candlelight did wonders to his already stunning self. The glow that highlighted him had Bresthra itching to touch him. Anywhere. Everywhere. So she did. Her hands moved to roam around his now exposed skin, becoming the sole focus of her. She reveled in the way he felt beneath her touch. The hills of his abs and the plains of his chest were traveled by her dark ebony hands. The clash of their colors, the honey glow of his skin to the near inky black of hers was startling. Wonderful.

The exploration was cut short when he leaned back against her and his mouth found her neck. The feel of his skin quickly became secondary to the way he kissed her neck. It was close to the way she had, sucking more than anything. Had her skin not been so dark, she would've had a mark to match. Bresthra tilted her head to the side, her breath expelled in a soft sigh of pleasure. Bresthra was lost in that sensation until his hand called attention to the lower part of her body. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands gripping his shoulders as her legs tightened around him. The sharp heat that shot up her spine made her momentarily wild, wanting the barrier between them gone. It felt as though her blood had heated up by several noticeable degrees as he touched her. With a hint of desperation, one of her hands snaked between them to start pulling on the ties of her top. It was too warm, she needed out of it.... needed to feel him against her.

Bresthra was turning out to be one of the most intoxicating things he had ever came by in his life. He was sure he wasn't even drunk now, but he sure felt as if he had taken something. Just being near her was making him high almost, the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way her voice was so soft with passion. He couldn't ever remember feeling like this in his entire life.

His shirt gone he now got to enjoy how her hands felt on his skin. He simply stared at her lovely, ebony hands as they roamed over his chest and abs. Her legs were wrapped around him now and he felt as if he never wanted to leave from that spot. Again the question popped in his mind, 'Why is she wearing pants?'. He wasn't too annoyed by it though, soon enough neither of them would be wearing any clothes. Another breeze came in through the window to softly sway the lace drapes of the canopy, the moon went behind a cloud making the room darker. She looked so mysterious lovely in the just the candle light.

Weston continued to nibble on her neck and then trailed his kisses up to her ear. He nibbled there, content to explore the contours of her ear with his tongue. The hand that was on her back crept upward under clothes and then ran back down the middle of her spine. She had the softest skin he'd ever felt on a woman. The other hand he kept on her thigh and continued to massage in slow circular motions. He was content just doing that to her, but he got the hint she wanted more when he felt one of her hands sneak between them to pull at her shirt ties. "Let me..." Wes said, wanting to undress her himself. He undid the last of her shirt ties, slowly and sensually, making sure to look her in the eyes as he did so. Then he got a hold of the bottom of her shirt and started raising it up to take it off of her. His heart stopped beating for a few moments as he was anxious to see what she looked like without a shirt on.

Bresthra closed her eyes and enjoyed the way he kissed along her ear. Like most mortals, human or elf, her ears happened to be exceptionally sensitive. Each breath, each play of his mouth along her skin had her shivering and squirming. The feeling was somewhere between too much and oh so good. Bresthra took a deep breath as his hand moved beneath her top and slid up her spine. So unexpected, her back arched, pressing her more against him. The warmth of the touch contrasted sharply to the heat of her own skin. He was warmer, as though that was even possible. It made her shiver and smile, loving that physical response. Something she had absolutely no control over. Between his hand along her back, his mouth on her ear, and his hand along her inner thigh, she wasn't sure which one was more delicious. Compounded, Bresthra was left to try and maintain a level breathing pattern and keep from losing all her focus on the moment.

For as desperate she was to get out of her top, she was delighted when he expressed the desire to do so himself. There was something exceptionally erotic when someone else undressed her. Bresthra's attention remained fixed on his eyes set in the shadows of the candlelight as he finished unlacing the top and began to pull it up. Bresthra was as thin and lithe as most elves, but had more of a bust and flair to her hips than most human women could manage. It gave her a near perfect hourglass look, with a flat, slender waist but full, rounded hips and a chest to match. Beneath the shirt was a deep maroon, nearly black camisole she used to give added support to her chest and to keep the rougher fabric of her shirt off the more sensitive skin of her breasts. It was cut off along her midriff and laced up the front as her top had, though was by far thinner, softer, and near see through.

It would be a lie to say Weston wasn't a little bit disappointed that she was wearing something underneath her shirt. Since it was very sexy in it's own right though did much to console him. In this lighting he couldn't tell if it was black or some other dark color, but he could tell that it was fairly see through. He wasn't disappointed by her body one bit. It was lithe and slender, but with the woman curves all men craved and wanted. The only way he could describe her would be perfect. The most perfect woman body he'd ever laid eyes on and those eyes were having a time not staring at her chest.

He kissed her again, craving the feel of her lips on his, her tongue entwined with his, once more. His hands brushed over her back, stomach and thighs, trying to touch all of her at once, but wanting to savor every little spot. He admired how soft the camisole was, but not nearly as soft as her skin. His breathing was heavy and he was sure that the heart beat that was pounding in his ears could be heard by Bresthra. He wanted to feel more of her, bravely he ran one hand up to her neck as he kissed her deeply. Then slowly, he moved that hand downward, the beating of his heart growing faster and stronger the farther down he went. Finally, with a bit of hesitation, his hand found it's way to one of her breast. A small moan escaped his mouth as he savored how wonderful she felt in his hand.

After that he was fully aroused and with his pants not being very thick, Bresthra could probably easily tell how bad he wanted her. After a moment of just leaving his hand still, he finally gained the courage to gently massage her. Things were really going to start heating up now and then he heard something. Sounded like a crash in the front room. Everything he was doing he stopped. "Did you hear that?" He asked her in a breathy voice.

Bresthra didn't move much when her top had been discarded, letting Weston take all the time he wanted to look. That was part of the fun. With each article that came off, there was something beneath it to be appreciated, be it skin or, as Bresthra had, some undergarment. A mini discovery on a rather large exploration of the other person as a whole. From what Bresthra could see, Weston was happy with what he had to look at. Granted, the drowess never hid anything. Her clothes were revealing enough to guess at what was beneath them, her black skin obvious, and the curve of her figure accented by anything she wore. If someone were not interested, then the odds of them ending up where said person could undress her were slim. With Bresthra, it was very much – what you see is what you get- in terms of looks.

She leaned forward some as he moved to kiss her again, eagerly participating. Her pulse throbbed along her body where ever he touched her. Since his hands seemed intent on mapping out her body, it left Bresthra shivering at the sensation and near breathless as she kissed him. She managed to not break the kiss by focusing on keeping her breathing steady. She was never the type to break a kiss just for a breath. Bresthra was very aware of his hand along her neck, ever more so, she knew what was to come when it began to glide down her chest. No matter the ache of wanting him to touch her, Bresthra remained unmoving, letting Weston do his own exploring. She groaned softly when his hand finally pressed to her breast, causing her to lean forward just a little. Enough to encourage more of the contact.

Without being consciously aware, Bresthra knew how excited Weston was. While the majority of her attention was on his hand, there was a stirring warmth between her legs that was terribly hard to ignore. She drew him closer, craving him, by tightening her legs and brining his hips flush to hers. Right where he should be, once they had all their clothes off. It was right when they'd connected in such a sweet way, the pressure of him against her heaven, did he break off the kiss and whisper, "Did you hear that?" he seemed rather intent on what he'd said, though Bresthra heard nothing more than the pulse of her own heart in her ears and the soft breathing of the two of them. The rest of the world had slipped into oblivion. "What?" she asked gently, blinking as she looked around as though surprised there was a room, neigh, a whole house around them. Her focus had narrowed to him and the desk.

A long line of cuss words ran through Weston's mind at the very unwelcome interruption. He wanted to go back to where they had been a second ago. His hand on her breast, kissing passionately, her legs pulling him even closer to her, but now he stood there silently trying to listen. There, again, another crashing sound a bit louder this time. At least they hadn't stopped their passion play for nothing. "Someone's out there." He said moving away from her and over to a corner of the room. "And it's not Charmaine, she'd never make a noise."

He fumbled around until he found something that would work as a weapon, an umbrella. "This'll do. Come, but be quiet." He said to Bresthra as he went to the door and silently opened it. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear someone messing around in the front room. Weston could be very silent when he wanted to, but no where near as silent as Charmaine could be. He stalked down the hallway, sticking to the wall. As he got to the end of the hall that led to the front room, he heard someone muttering. 'Hm. Looks like this could be of worth...and maybe this.' So their thieves guild was being robbed? Well they would take care of him quickly.

Bresthra couldn't help but be terribly amused. While most would've been annoyed, especially since Weston and her had just started taking their clothes off. Instead, the drowess just sat on the desk, still in the camisole and her pants, watching Weston pull away from her. Bresthra wasn't too worried about the crash either. The intruders had already announced where they were. The small matter of chasing them out was trivial. Anyone that clumsy should be easy to toss out. It was those thoughts that occurred to her as she slid off of the desk. Bresthra didn't bother with a shirt. This was as decent as some of the clothes she owned. Even though it was see through, she was dark skinned. In the dim light, she wouldn't be terribly exposed. Bresthra toyed with the laces of the camisole as he searched for a weapon. Her blades were with the rest of her things. Since she'd planned on removing her clothes and drinking, in whatever order it might have happened in, she didn't want to risk losing them. Never mind that anyways, she had her magic. Bresthra tried not to laugh when Weston told her to follow and to be quiet. Well, yes, that was obvious. Wouldn't do to announce to their alert state to their unwelcomed guests.

The drowess followed Weston down the hall. She had the grace that made her steps relatively quiet. Not because of formal training in stealth, rather, because of how she walked. One foot directly in front of the other. It was that step that made her hips sway, that step that kept the jist of her upper body stationary. It was an acquired walk of a Sharressan. Even the simple things should be sensual.

As Weston went down the side of the hall, Bresthra walked down the middle, though still slightly behind them. While he couldn't see, she had no problems. Most of her attention was on Weston until they neared the end of the hall, when she heard someone murmur, "Hm. Looks like this could be of worth... and maybe this." Bresthra glanced at Weston. Someone was going to rob them? She did smile then. It was too amusing not to. She quirked a brow, eyeing Weston. How did he want to do this?

Weston couldn't see nearly as well as Bresthra could, but the light from the moon made it a bit easier for him. As Charmaine had taught him, you see the dark not in the dark. He spotted a moving figure and waited patiently to see if there were any others in the front room. No one else moved and he could only hear the one thief talking to himself. This man was laughably an idiot. Why did he think he could get away with robbing a mansion just by himself?

He looked down at his pathetic weapon. 'Why the hell did I grab an umbrella?' He thought to himself, but didn't have time to comprehend it longer the thief started moving again, this time in their direction. Weston looked to Bresthra, though he couldn't see her that well and he whispered softly. "We'll jump out and attack him. Wait till I say 'now'." He waited a few breaths waiting for the best opportunity to attack and then said 'now' loud enough for her to hear.

"Don't move or you're dead!" He yelled at the thief. The man dropped whatever was in his hand a pulled a long sword. "Leave now and you make be alive tomorrow or we can just kill you now. How about it?" Weston said intimidatingly.

The man laugh maniacally. "What are you going to do? Kill me with that pathetic thing?" He asked, pointing at Weston's umbrella. Wes was ready to charge him and take him out when all of a sudden the man stopped laughing. The thief made a few garbled noises and sharp intakes of breath and then promptly fell over onto his face. Weston just looked at the man funny, thinking he might have had a seizure, but then he was blinded by a lamp turning on.

"Well that was fun." A very sleepy looking Charmaine said as she put the lamp down on an end table. In one hand was a very beautifully crafted short sword that glowed slightly, but it had a bit of blood smeared on it's blade. The thief now laid dead on the floor, a nice deep wound in his back. "Great, now there's a blood stain to clean up." The halfling woman said sarcastically.

"Jeez, Charmaine. I didn't even hear you come down the stairs, let alone sneak up behind him." Weston said, bending down to inspect the man. "I'll throw his body outside." He lifted the thief over his shoulders and went back down the hall to the back door to dispose of the body. He wasn't thinking of the fact that he had no shirt on.

Charmaine had been eying the two of them the whole time Wes was talking. She knew what was going on and again that something feeling was biting at the back of her mind. She turned to Bresthra and noticed how the drow was dressed, practically in nothing. "So, you enjoying your stay so far?" She asked, trying to keep the tone out of her voice. The tone that said 'I know you're getting in my partners pants'. Charmaine would never admit it, but she'd been awake this whole time. Laying in bed waiting to hear the sound of Weston's door shutting, announcing the fact that he didn't stay with the drow.

Bresthra heard his instructions, altered her choice of a spell, and already had half the words whispered before he said, 'now.' What she'd expected was for Weston to just attack. Granted, everyone she'd ever been around was more the stab now, ask their corpse type. Because of that, the rot spell she'd been ready to use faltered on her lips and the gathered magical energy diffused like a sigh. She'd been ready to kill the man... Just flat out. Apparently, that was not Weston's style. She tried to think of something non lethal.... She heard the thief threaten Weston and settled back on a necromancy spell. Better the man be dead than Weston be injured. Bresthra didn't even get to begin the spell as the man went into some sort of seizure before falling forward. Dead, apparently.

She was about to say how easy that had been when the lamp was flicked on. Bresthra hissed softly in discomfort as her dark accustomed eyes were blinded, pain lacing through her temple as she twisted away. She'd spent enough time on the surface that bright light usually didn't bother her, but the abrupt transition was still hard on her eyes. Bresthra rubbed her eyes, her mood darkening just for a fraction. Pain tended to have that effect. She blinked, eyes watering a little, to adjust. Charmaine had said something, but Bresthra had lost it in the moment it had taken for her to recover. She did hear Weston say, "Jeez, Charmaine. I didn't even hear you come down the stairs, let alone sneak up behind him. I'll throw his body outside." Bresthra chuckled a little before smiling at the female Halfling.

"Stab first, ask later?" Bresthra asked, trying not to laugh. Apparently, she and Charmaine had the same philosophy concerning people who were found where they shouldn't be. The drowess watched as Weston hauled the body away, unaware she was the attention of Charmaine. And equally oblivious to the fact that she was in something that could be considered indecent by some. To Bresthra, this was hardly risqué at all. Besides, she still had her pants on. Bresthra only looked away from Weston when he was out of sight, so she was looking at Charmaine when the Halfling asked, "So, you enjoying your stay so far?" To that, Bresthra did chuckle.

Bresthra's hand idly toyed with the lacing to the camisole as she considered how to answer. It didn't occur to her that Charmaine might be upset. "You could say Weston is very welcoming," she settled with, glancing to where the male Halfling had went. She was hoping this little break wouldn't mean he'd reconsider for whatever reason. Sometimes dead bodies had that affect on people. Bresthra was still rather eager to get back to what they were doing.

Weston walked out the back door. Unfortunately he couldn't just leave the body in their backyard. That would bring guards to investigate even if it was just a homeless thief. No, he'd have to walk down to the city dump and throw the body there without getting caught. This little interruption was becoming more and more annoying. Better to be safe than sorry and it would only take fifteen minutes for him to get there and then come back. Bresthra had Charmaine for company at the moment, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Charmaine cocked a hip and crossed her arms. Her normal stance whenever she wasn't happy or slightly irritated. Though it probably wouldn't have seemed that way to Bresthra. "It's easier that way. Wes likes to give them a chance first. That's fine is some situations, but that thief was in my house trying to steal my stuff. I figured he didn't deserve a chance." She said in a nonchalant way. 'Why am I so angry at her? She hasn't done anything wrong. At least not really. Why the hell am I even angry at all?' She thought to herself, still not understanding why she was feeling the way she was.

Her eyes slightly narrowed at Bresthra's answer to her question. That love bite on his neck had not gone unnoticed by Charmaine. A lot didn't go unnoticed by her, like the fact that Bresthra's clothes was mussed up and also Weston's hair had been mussed up. "Yes, well. Weston is a very nice guy." She commented, though this time she couldn't keep the tiny bit of scorn out of her voice. "Tomorrow we'll start your training and probably have you do your test to prove you're worthy of being a Laughing Shadow. So I would get some sleep if I was you." She offered some 'friendly' advice, still with that tone in it. 'I need to watch my tongue. Otherwise she's going to ask me questions I'm probably not going to have answers to or want to answer.' She reprimanded herself.

Bresthra agreed whole heartedly with Charmaine's assessment of the situation. After all, she'd been ready to simply kill the guy with one spell. The specifics didn't matter. He was here, where he shouldn't be, taking things that didn't belong to him. Straight forward. And while Bresthra didn't think she was an evil person, growing up in Mith Rendan around her family, then becoming a member of the Sharessan temple where Vhaeraunite assassins frequented... well, it seemed the most obvious answer.

Bresthra shifted to lean against the corner of the hall where in opened up into the larger room. She'd contemplated heading back to her room to wait for Weston there. She could even undress before he got there. Be a nice 'welcome back' except he seemed to like undressing her... and she did too. Which meant her clothes would stay on until he got back. Hopefully he wouldn't make her wait too much longer. Bresthra was pulled out of her thoughts when Charmaine continued to talk. "Tomorrow we'll start your training and probably have you do your test to prove you're worthy of being a Laughing Shadow. So I would get some sleep if I was you." Bresthra would've found it amusing bit of advice... except that the Halfling woman seemed to disapprove of something .What it was, the drowess couldn't really guess.

Her smile was smooth and sly. "Don't worry. I can work well with no sleep." Besides, Bresthra was sure she'd manage a wink or two. Then, because something was nagging at the back of her mind, she had to ask, "Is something wrong?"

Charmaine contemplated going back to her room, but decided she should wait to make sure Weston got back. She figured that he decided to drop the body off at the dump, that way it would be less suspicious for them. They didn't need any law people coming here to investigate what had happened. The situation was very much cut and dry and didn't bare explaining to any soldier. So Charmaine took a seat on the couch in the front room.

"Good for you then. Just make sure you give it your all tomorrow." Charmaine said, this time without as much spite in her voice. She had to keep telling herself that Bresthra was a good person and there was absolutely no reason to be angry at her. That didn't change the fact that she was a tad bit irritated with her. Oh well, she'd make herself get over what the hell it was.

She was caught off guard by Bresthra's question. "Hm. Of course something is wrong. I got waken up in the middle of the night by an idiot trying to steal our things and now there's a blood stain on the rug. I wouldn't exactly call it a good night." She answered and then couldn't help but added in a whisper under her breath, "and some woman I don't even know is seducing my partner." Charmaine gave a quick intake of air, surprised that she had said that allowed at all. Hopefully Bresthra didn't hear her.

Bresthra crossed her arms beneath her chest, now watching Charmaine. It wasn't like there was too much more to do besides. That and the woman was conversing with Bresthra. Only made sense to pay attention to her. Though the real reason was because she felt like Charmaine was upset... and not because of the man she'd just killed. Something else was there. And since Bresthra was terribly nosey, she wanted to know. She completely disregarded the comment that she should give it her all tomorrow. That was obvious and didn't need to be mentioned. Bresthra was aware of what was typically expected of someone that was auditioning for something important. Though she briefly thought it amusing that she'd sleep with Weston tonight when she could possibly fail tomorrow. Would that make Weston regret what  he'd done? Now that was something curious to consider.

Bresthra was about to consider herself silly for asking such an obvious question. Granted, she'd been talking in general and not referencing the fact they'd been interrupted and Charmaine had been woken up. There was something else... Bresthra wouldn't have heard if she'd not been concentrating so much on trying to read what Charmaine –wasn't- saying. So she did catch the breathed, 'and some woman I don't even know is seducing my partner.' That made Bresthra frown. She made no attempt to disguise the fact she'd heard. "Is there a problem with me sleeping with Weston?" Her frown took away any sting there might have been in the wording. Bresthra was just honestly curious. Maybe she should've asked Charmaine from the start... Maybe they had a policy that guild members did not sleep with one another and she was breaking some sort of rule.

'Oh shit, she heard me.' Was the first thing that entered her mind when Bresthra asked her if there was a problem with her sleeping with Weston. She was too stunned to do more than just stare at the drow like an idiot. For once her life, Charmaine did not have a snappy come back, or any kind of come back what so ever. This was very unlike her, normally Charmaine could answer any question addressed to her easily. This time however she couldn't even form a word.

Finally she found words to speak. "Ah no. There's no problem with it. Weston is a grown man and can sleep with whom ever he wants too. I just can't help but be a bit protective of him, that's all. Comes from being with him for so long. I know he's drunk and not thinking clearly, I just don't want him to do something he'll regret." She knew that last part wasn't true. Weston was no more drunk now than she was. If only she could figure out what it was that was bugging her about it so much.

"I'm sure you a fine woman, I just don't want to see him hurt." She explained in a bit more kind manner. It wouldn't do for her and Bresthra to not get along, especially if Weston grew attached to the drow. Charmaine would have to learn to get over it. "I'm sure Weston will be back any moment and then you two can go back to...whatever you were doing." Charmaine might not have known what was wrong with her, but to even an idiot it was plain to see that she was very very jealous of Bresthra.

Bresthra eyed Charmaine. She wasn't naïve. Bresthra knew something was up, what's more, she thought she could guess. She didn't want to get in the middle of anything. Even if there was nothing on Weston's end, if Charmaine didn't want Weston sleeping with someone else for a reason.... then Bresthra wasn't about to cause drama. That was not what a Sharressan did. Nor did Bresthra make a personal habit out of it. She patiently listened to the justifications that Charmaine managed to make up... thought there might have been some truth to them, before she gently said, " If you don't want me to..." Between Bresthra and Weston, there'd just be sex. Simple, primal. But if there was the chance there was more that Charmaine wanted... and Bresthra would ruin it... well, she wouldn't do so willingly.  

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Charmaine gave a sigh of relief. She was very happy that Bresthra was being very cool about the irrational way she was acting right now. Her eyes widen when Bresthra gave her the option to stop what her and Weston did that night. For a few seconds Charmaine was about ready to say that she wasn't okay with it and end their evening, but then she recalled seeing the look on Wes' face when he looked at Bresthra. He really wanted this night with the drow and Charmaine was a good enough friend to not deny him that no matter how she felt. "No, it's fine. Just don't hurt him, okay?" She said softly and then the sound of the back door could be heard opening. "Oh good there's Weston." She said getting up.

Weston had ran all the way back to the mansion, but he didn't tire himself out. Thankfully there was no sound of fighting within, that was a good sign. "I'm back. I got rid of the body so we don't have to worry about anything." He stated as he looked about the room. Charmaine was standing and looked about ready to go back to bed. Bresthra was leaning against the wall and looked very hot.

"Good. Thanks Wes. Well, I'm off to bed...again. Goodnight." Charmaine said as she started walking up the stairs to her bedroom. She wasn't happy though and she knew she would not be getting any sleep tonight. At least she didn't ruin Weston's night, she still could say she was a good friend.

"Goodnight Charmaine." Weston said and waited until she was out of sight to walk over to Bresthra. He placed his hands around her waist and felt that small fire start burn within him again. "You ready to pick up where we left off?" He asked, smiling devilishly.

Part of her knew Charmaine was lying. There was a brief mental struggle as she debated... but it all came down to the fact Charmaine gave her the go ahead. If the Halfling woman felt so strongly about it all, then she wouldn't have. Bresthra watched her as Slyheart stood when the door was opened. There was certainly something there. Some part of Bresthra knew exactly what that feeling was. She knew because she'd felt that way before. For whatever reason though, when she saw Weston that guilt washed away. Bresthra didn't question it, didn't try to recall the thoughts she'd just had. Why? Because they were complicated. She didn't understand herself why she recoiled. But rather than pull away, as she had several days ago, she ignored it. There was promise, warmth, and escape to be found in Weston's touch. To Bresthra, that's exactly what she wanted.

Bresthra's attention was on Weston from the moment he walked in the room. Her lips tilted in a small smile as they both waited in silence for Charmaine to leave. The drowses had already forgotten the fact there'd been something more she'd been thinking of only moments ago. His hands came to rest on her waist, just beneath the hem of the camisole. Her pulse quickened a little as her arms settled comfortably around his neck. It was the smile that made her shiver though. That smile that men got when they knew they were about to have her. It was oh so wonderful. And it completely blocked out anything else. Her focus returned to Weston, where she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against his, murmuring, "More than ready."

A small shiver ran up and down Weston's spine as she put her arms around him and gave him a very gentle kiss on the lips. Some how she tasted more delicious now than the first time they had kissed. He felt his temperature raise a few degrees from being so close to her. "Good." He said softly against her lips. They should go back to the room now he knew, but for some reason he found it nice making out with her in the hallway against the wall.

It was almost as if a small wild fire had started inside of him and only Bresthra could put it out. He leaned in and kissed her very passionately and with such hunger. That small interruption had been worth it since it seemed to have just made him want her even more. He nibbled on both her upper and lower lip and entwined his tongue with hers. His hands roamed up and down her back, savoring the feel of her skin. Since he didn't have his shirt on he could feel how warm she was even better, which only made him more excited. He remembered how her breast felt under his hand and longed to feel it again.

Weston's body was now leaned against hers, pressing her flush with the wall. One hand he ran down to her hips and then around to grab her ass, then pulled her closer to him. The other hand he ran across her stomach over the soft camisole. He was feeling pretty brave now and so he slipped his hand under her camisole to feel her warm, silky skin. A small moan escaped from his mouth and he left her lips to trail kisses down to her neck where he started to softly bite and suck. The hand on her stomach rose a little and continued to rise and fall a bit, each time going higher. Till finally his fingers brushed the bottom of her breast. For a moment he was too stunned to moved it any higher and wasn't sure if he should or not. "Let's go." He said quickly and moved away from her to take her hand and lead her back down the hall to her bedroom.

Though it had appeared that Charmaine had went all the way up the stairs she really hadn't. She was hiding at the top of the stairs where they could not see her. Of course, no one could see Charmaine if she didn't want them too. Why she didn't just head on to her room she didn't know. A part of her was curious what she would see if she stayed and spied on the two of them for a second. Honestly she thought they would just walked down the hall back to Bresthra's room. What she did not expect was to see the two of them start making out right there in the front room. Her stomach fell and her heart rose to her throat. Why what she saw got such a reaction out of her, she wasn't sure, but she knew that she didn't care for what she saw. With a huff she got up and stalked back to her room silently, very disturbed and even more confused.

She was delighted when leaned against her, kissing her with a tangible want. If she'd had a small doubt about his desire to continue after the interruption, if was washed away now beneath the way he kissed her. Bresthra made a pleased sound in the back of her throat as he bit, gently, at her lower lip. She lost herself in the kiss, in the way his hands touched and traveled over her. The heat of him against her was the best, though. He had no shirt on, and Bresthra's camisole did nothing to inhibit the exchange of warmth.

There was a rather breathy, sharp intake of breath when Weston pressed her to the wall. She was so hot... then she was pushed against an oh so cool wall. The stark contrast shot a shiver down her spine, making her press herself more to Weston. When his hand found her ass, she couldn't help but smile before hooking her leg around him. She had no problem releasing him from the kiss because it meant he'd kiss else where. Like along her neck. Bresthra tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin to Weston. Allowing him to do as he would. Her eyes close as his hand drifted higher and higher, teasing in the way it would fall back down the front of her before returning. Then the tips of his fingers reached the underside of her breast.

Then it was like someone doused her with cold water. He pulled away, completely. She lost the warmth of his body to hers, the feel of his hands on her and his lips on her neck. It left Bresthra momentarily disorientated. She'd been perfectly ok with doing whatever in the hallway... If Weston hadn't grabbed her hand, it would've taken Bresthra several more breaths to figure out what was going on. But he led her back to the bedroom... and she quickly came to terms with the fact he wanted a little more privacy than the hallway would afford. She understood considering there was another person in the estate. Bresthra didn't think Charmaine would have wanted to see that... And while Bresthra was usually not so concerned about others, the way Charmaine had been acting...

Those thoughts were discarded as Bresthra smiled and pulled some on Weston's hand, enough to turn him a little right outside the door. This time, she was the one that pressed him to the door. Bresthra kissed him, groaning softly as one of her hands slid down his side. The tips of her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his pants, sliding around to the front... as the other hand turned the handle and pushed the door open. This meant there was an abrupt end to the kiss, which made Bresthra smile slyly as she slid past him and into the room. She briefly glanced around, wondering where she should go. Back to the desk... the bed... Her attention shifted back to Weston. She'd let him decide.

Weston was a bit stunned when she turned him around to push him against the door to her room. This was nice and unexpected, the feel of her lips back against his was perfect. Then her hand started going down his side. Weston was a bit ticklish on his sides, but where he would normally be laughing and moving away from the touch, Bresthra's touch was only pleasing. Then her hand slipped beneath the top of his pants and slowly slid around to the front. Just when he thought she was finally going touch him, she slid past him into the room.

Feeling a bit disoriented he followed her back into the room. All thoughts about the thief and the interruption was gone now. He wondered where they should go now, the desk was pretty fun when they were there, but there was the bed they could start enjoying at any point. He was aching for her now and didn't want to continue this wonderful foreplay for much longer. The bed it was then. He shut the door behind him and walked back over to her. "Now, where were we?" He said seductively, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into yet another kiss. Slowly then he started walking her over towards the bed.

"Gods Bresthra. I want you so badly I can't even describe it." He said as he started biting on her neck again, then he trailed his kisses down to her shoulder. His hands roamed her back and down to her ass. He wanted those damn pants of her, he wanted everything off of her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her down next to him, then he continued to kiss her passionately. Slowly, he ran his hands back under her camisole, but this time he grabbed a hold of the bottom of it and started to raise it up and take it off of her.

Bresthra grinned when Weston moved back over to her. The loss of his body against hers had already developed an ache. A very familiar ache that she knew he could satisfy. She eagerly pressed herself to him, succumbing to the kiss with blissful abandon. As though he'd said it aloud, she knew the foreplay was coming to an end. Which was perfectly acceptable to her. Bresthra's body hummed with unfulfilled need, the whole of her wanting so much what pleasure could be found with Weston. She couldn't help but smile a little as they kissed, the pressure along the front informing Bresthra of his desire to make their way to the bed. The steps were slow so as not to break the intimate kiss they were sharing.  At least, not until they were closer to the bed. Which happened quicker than Bresthra would've believed. Weston pulled away to murmur, "Gods Bresthra. I want you so badly I can't even describe it."  The words were quickly accented by his attention on her neck and along her shoulder. Each little bite along her neck had her shivering in want, her breathing soft and airy.

There wasn't a question of what she would do when he sat down. Breshtra moved to follow suit, their lips meeting in another kiss, starting to turn desperate. She moaned softly, biting at his lower lip when his hands found the bottom hem of her camisole. Unfortunately, she had to lean back away from him so it could be pulled off of her and discarded, leaving her ebony skin bare to him. She leaned back a little, propping herself up with an arm while the fingers of her other hand brushed along his jaw. The briefest of touches, before gliding along his neck and down his chest and abdomen... to the top of his pants. "We should get rid of these," she breathed softly, smiling just a little.

Whatever intelligible thoughts had been in Wes' head had suddenly disappeared from existence. He had slowly taken the camisole off of her to savor the moment, but once it was off and discarded on the floor he couldn't do anything except stare. Her skin was so dark and smooth, her breast were exquisite and supple. He knew he was staring at them, but he couldn't help it. Finally the part of his brain that control motor skills finally kicked in. He reached out with one hand and caressed her stomach, then he ran his hand up until it reached her breast. Weston's legs went numb from the knees down as he slowly massaged one of her breast with his hand.

She was leaned away from him, so he had to lean in close to her to reach. Vaguely he felt her fingers running ever so lightly down his chest and abdomen down to the top of his pants. "We should get rid of these," she said to him softly. He managed to give her a small, devilish smile as he said, "I plan to here in a second." After that he put his other hand up to her breast and started massaging them both. They felt so firm and wonderful under his hands, he could massage them all night.

He did that for a few seconds more and then said, "Okay, now I'll get rid of them." He reluctantly took his hands away from her as he stood up. Weston would never have admitted it, but deep down he was a bit nervous to take his pants off in front of Bresthra. He hoped that she would like what she was going to see. He untied the laces that kept his pants up slowly, then he pulled them down and stepped out of them. He had on an undergarment, but wasn't sure if he should leave it on or not. They may as well come off now. He thought to himself and slowly took them off as well. Now he stood before her, naked, and a bit nervous, but still thoroughly excited.

Bresthra loved the smile Weston had as he said, "I plan to here in a second." There wasn't any rush. Besides, Weston seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fact she no longer had a shirt on. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she relaxed, simply enjoying the feel of his hands on her. It was so relaxing, so wonderful, to be caressed. Not that it would put her to sleep, but rather it was the slow and steady stoking of the fire already burning within. It helped even out her breathing, helped her focus more on what she was feeling. She didn't know how much time had passed before Weston said, "Okay, now I'll get rid of them." She'd almost not heard him. But the combination of his voice and the loss of the warmth of his hands made Bresthra's eyes slowly open. The drowess remained propped up by her arms, watching with curious, intent interest. There was something so very personal about undressing in front of someone. Revealing a part of the body that in rarely seen, exposing the whole of your body to a person.

She let him stand there for a breath, bare, as a slow smile spread on her lips. Her blood red eyes played over every inch of him, taking him in anew now that there was absolutely no cloth to hinder her attention. Weston had the body of an athlete, someone who spent much time running about, doing this and that. Harder than hers, more defined along his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. And though she'd already touched him before, Bresthra found she wished to again. Her eyes met his as she sat up straight, her hands gliding up his thighs, over his hips, and up his sides. There was a gentle pressure transferred through her palms, wishing him to move closer. Only once he complied did Bresthra lean to brush her lips along his stomach, lightly kissing him as her hands worked back down his sides.

Weston stood there still as Bresthra's eyes thoroughly examined every inch of his body. The way her eyes practically touched every part of him made him ecstatic and shy at the same time. He felt so exposed to her at that moment and a part of him felt like throwing his clothes back on, but the part of him that burned for all of him to touch all of her was much more powerful. "Like what you see?" He asked curiously, though if the smile she had on her face was any indication he already knew the answer. That gave him a bit more confidence at least.

What she did next about knocked him senseless. The way her hands ran up his thighs, then to his hips and his sides was amazing. Tiny shivers ran up his spine to make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He realized that she wanted him to move closer to her, so he quickly complied. He stepped forward to her and much to his delight Bresthra started kissing his stomach. Weston wasn't by any means a hairy man, but he did have the slightest of a happy trail starting from the bottom of his belly button down. His heart skipped a couple of beats before it started working again. Her lips felt like fire on his stomach and it made him breathe harder from the simple contact.

Weston placed one hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed and massaged it, while the other he ran through her hair as she continued to kiss his stomach. His heart raced and his breath quicken as his mind started to wonder where she would go next. He knew where he'd like her to go, but he'd never ask. He was content to let her do whatever she wanted to. Slowly he ran the hand that was on her shoulder downwards to her breast. He loved the way she felt in his hand and tenderly started massaging her again.

Bresthra smiled against his skin, turning the brief contacts of her lips into a sucking kiss placed low on his hip. He'd asked her if she like what she'd seen. Of course, she was simply too preoccupied to answer... which sort of was one. Her hands slid around in his lower back then over his ass, holding him as her kisses steadily worked lower and lower. A sucking kiss next to his belly button, the next beneath that, and the next lower still. She had an end destination in mind, but there was no rushing to it. She was encouraged to continue as his hand slipped through her hand, and the other graced her shoulder.

It wasn't until Weston's hand slipped down to caress her breast did her own hand move to wrap around his length. She'd kissed as close as she could, brushing the tip of him along her jaw. On accident, of course. The ghost of contact was teasing though, purposefully. But now that she'd turned her attention to that particular part of him, well, she couldn't help but continue to tease. Bresthra glanced up at Weston before running just her lips along the sensitive head, her hand still holding most of him. Then, with a very sly smile, her tongue flicked out to circle end of him. Weston was very firm in her hand, very warm... to have him like this was so very thrilling. She wanted to taste though, and fully intended on doing so.

Bresthra didn't answer him, but she didn't need to. The way she was engrossed on kissing his stomach was answer enough for him. A small moan escaped his lips as her hands moved from his waist to his ass. He liked the way her hands felt there, so warm and commanding almost. As if he couldn't move even if he wanted to, the feeling made him even more excited. His heart beat faster and faster the lower she went until she was kissing as close to him as she could.

It was torture to have her so close and yet so far away. Then when he placed his hand on her breast did she finally wrap a hand around his staff. He let out a louder moan at finally feeling her grab a hold of him. It made him involuntarily squeeze her harder, but he realized what he was doing and relaxed a bit. Weston did not want to hurt her in any way. He was looking down at her now, watching what she was doing to him and watching his own hand massaging her.

He took a deep intake of breath when she looked up at him before lightly running her mouth over his head. Weston felt as if his whole body was throbbing at that point. He'd never had the pleasure of a woman giving him head before, Bresthra would be his first. He saw her lips curl into a sly smile as she flicked out her tongue to make a circle the end of his head. Her warm, wet tongue felt like....well he couldn't describe what it felt like, all he knew was that it felt wonderful. He wanted to feel all of him in her mouth, so he gently applied some pressure on her head with his hand, but he didn't want to pressure her. The hand on her breast stopped massaging and started playing with her nipple.

Bresthra loved how every little thing she did elicited some sort of reaction. The brush of her lips along his skin making him inhale, the way his grip tightened on her breast when her hand had wrapped around his length... Each one was utterly delicious. To see the want, to be the sole focus... it was exhilarating. She felt every bit as wicked and coy as any woman would given the chance to be the cause of all those reactions. It was a heady thing, to feel so... naughty. There was just no other way to describe it. While they were both clearly adults, and the choice was theirs to make, the excitement that came with hooking up with someone you'd just met was enormous. It broke unwritten rules of engagement, bypassing societal stipulations that you had to know someone longer than the time it took to share your name and a couple drinks. But that was all part of the fun.

Bresthra felt the pressure of his hand against her head, feeling his wish transferred in that simple touch. A wish she could easily fulfill. His hand on her breast became secondary to the feel of him filling her mouth. There'd been a breath of hesitation before she'd leaned forward to slide him in, her tongue lightly running along the underside as he entered. Bresthra moved very slow, taking her time to adjust to his length while tasting him. Only when she felt the desire to would she go faster. Besides, the slower she went, the more she teased him.

Weston watched every move she made, like a cat watches a mouse before pouncing. What they were doing was so right and so wrong at the same time. In all his life Weston had never indulged on a one night stand before. The women he'd slept with he'd known for at least a month or longer. He knew all the social wrongness with this, but he didn't care. It was fun and thrilling and exactly what he needed right now. Never before did he feel so wanted physically than seeing Bresthra below him, pleasuring him in a way no woman had done before. It made him feel invincible almost.

Apparently the light bit of pressure had done the trick. Before he knew it, Bresthra was slowly taking him into her mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of his length. He moaned and curled his fingers into her hair passionately. The way she moved, so teasingly slow was about enough to make him come quickly. Weston knew he was going to have to keep himself in check otherwise he'd come much sooner than either of them wanted. To give him credit though, it had been five years since he'd been with any woman.

He was enjoying how slowly she was sucking on him and didn't mind if she didn't go any faster. Of course he wanted to do the same for her. He'd never pleased a woman with his tongue before and was dying to know what she tasted like. "Oh damn, Bresthra. That feels so good...I want to taste you so bad." He said in a very husky, seductive voice. He felt as if his legs were going to give out on him she was making him feel so wonderful, he'd never forgive himself if he fell over as she was giving him head.

There was a flair of pain, nothing too bad, when his hand curled in her hair. Not that it bothered her, rather, it told Bresthra he was very much enjoying what she was doing to him. She was hardly rushed it anything that she did, at least when it came to pleasure. Like how wonderful and heated the foreplay had made them, this was simply another way to have some fun. Her hand had to slide down some so she could replace it with her mouth. It was all in the way one breathed and relaxed that allowed Bresthra to take most of him in her mouth. She held him there for a breath, her tongue running along him, before slowly backing away. She applied a fair deal of pressure with her lips, increasing the contact in any way. And as always, mindful of her teeth. While some guys wouldn't mind it, Bresthra wasn't about to try.

"Oh damn, Bresthra. That feels so good...I want to taste you so bad." The sound coupled with the words made her moan around him. Just the thought of his mouth on her made Bresthra move just a little faster. She didn't want him to cum yet, but she wanted him very close. Part of her was carnally curious just how many things she could do to him before he came. Though preferably that would be during actual sex.

[ The mental image of Weston falling over during this had me laughing so hard XD ]

Weston's mouth was half way open in pleasure as his breath came faster. His heart felt as though it was in his throat and the palms of his hands were starting to sweat. Small moans escaped his lips every now and then, but mainly when ever Bresthra took the length of him in her mouth. She was good at this, the best he'd ever had. Though technically she was the only one who had given him head. Most of his thoughts were directed to pay attention to what she was doing to him, but a few stray thoughts came to his mind. Thoughts such as how she wasn't choking with him in her so far.

When she started speeding up he could feel himself creeping ever so closely to the edge. He tried to calm himself down as she continued to pleasure him, but it seemed as if nothing was working. When she took him in all the way again he felt himself almost loose control and cum in her mouth, but somehow he managed to not. Weston then took a step back from her. "I'm sorry, I'm not ready to come yet." He said, coaxing her to standing. He kissed her lips and held her close to him. "That was wonderful. I've never had that experience before." He admitted albeit a bit nervous telling her that.

His hands roamed her body again, finding her breast to lightly rubbed and massage them. Then he ran them down to her pants and started fiddling with them. "How about we take these off?" He said, nibbling on her ear. His hands continued to mess with her pants, but for the life of him he could not figure out how to undo them. Trying to act like he was just taking him time, he trailed his lips down to her shoulders and then further down to the rise of her breast. He found her nipple and started sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. He still couldn't figure out her damn pants though and he was starting to get frustrated.

Bresthra wondered how much of this Weston could take. She was typically a good judge of when something would undo someone, making them finish before either were ready for it. This time, however, it seemed Weston thought that was enough. Which made Bresthra smile as he spoke, drawing her from him so she was standing. She was fairly surprised when he kissed her then. Some guys found it a little unsettling to do so after she'd just had them in her mouth. What surprised her more, however, was when he said, "I've never had that experience before." Then it was even more amazing he'd stopped her. Not that Bresthra minded. She nibbled on his lower lip as his hands explored her again. "It's fine," she murmured softly, her lips brushing against his.

She glanced down when his hands found her pants. His whispered words against her ear elicited a soft chuckle. She closed her eyes as his mouth went from her ear, down her neck, and to her chest. She was rather wrapped up in the warmth of his mouth on her very sensitive skin. Bresthra actually shivered. Her hands remained along his side, until it seemed he was taking a little longer with her pants. It was then that one of her hands ran through his hair, very much wanting him to stay where he was, while the other slipped to the ties along her pants. Her breathing was light and airy from the sensations his mouth created, but she still managed to pull on the laces to undo the knot that had formed. This left her pants loose enough he could push them down if he wanted to.

Weston didn't stop what he was doing to her, she seemed to really be enjoying it. He personally liked the way her hand was running through his hair. Apparently his little ruse wasn't enough to fool her and she had to help him with her pants. He didn't mind, he was just glad that her pants were undone now. He continued to kiss her breast and tease her nipple as he started pulling her pants down.

Once he had them partially down he stood all the way up and started leading her towards the bed. Gently he sat her down on the bed and then proceeded to remove her pants the rest of the way. He threw them casually to the side and then went back to paying all of his attention on Bresthra. He had managed to calm himself down a lot, so his mind was much clearer now.

Kneeling in front of her he kissed her again. He didn't think he could ever get enough of kissing her. His hands roamed up and down her legs, enjoying the feel of his skin on her skin. They were so silky smooth and firm. With out saying a word he started trailing his kisses downward, stopping for a moment to kiss her breast again. "Would you like me to please you now?" He asked her.

Bresthra shivered with pleasure at the continued attention of his mouth, closing her eyes to focus more on the feeling, of the warmth, than anything else. She barely even registered he pushed her pants the rest of the way down. Or at least somewhat down before he pulled away from her. Like surfacing in cold water, the removal of his mouth left her panting softly. Her body was flushed with want, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. She gave him a questioning look before immediately realizing he wanted her by the bed. Bresthra's pants were still high enough walking wasn't too awkward, though she was very pleased when he tugged them the rest of the way off. The drowess loved the look in his eyes, the way his attention expressly belonged to her.

Before she could lean back on the bed, Weston kneeled. Without a word, the two met for another kiss. Weston was such an attentive kisser, she was already convinced he may be one of her favorites. She moaned lightly against his mouth as his hands caressed and explored her legs. Reminding Bresthra that there was no cloth barrier between them anymore. That simple knowledge had her shifting a little, eager to have him. Weston broke the delicious kiss to continue down along her jaw, neck, and eventually to her chest. He surprised her by pausing to ask, "Would you like me to please you now?" With a sly smile, Bresthra combed her hands through his hair before leaning back, propping herself up on her elbows. "Only if you want to," she purred softly. With their position, Weston was already between her legs. All she had to do was part them a little more, giving him access should he wish it. Whether he choose to use his mouth, or to actually enter her, she wasn't sure which she preferred the most. The thought of either of them had her terribly excited though, warm, and very eager.

Bresthra looked so breath taking leaned back, propped up on her elbows. The light of the moon and the the candles danced across her ebony smooth skin. In this light she looked perfectly like the night creature that she was. So warm and mysterious, full of pleasure and wonder. Just how exactly he was lucky enough to stumble across her was a mystery to Weston. He wasn't going to question though, he was just going to enjoy this night that the gods seemed gracious enough to bless him with.

"Only if you want to." Had been her answer to his question. It took him a moment to register that she had spoken he was so besot with her beauty. "Of course I want to." He stated to her as if there was no other answer. Weston's body was telling him to just take her now, but he was more of a gentleman than that. Something told him that Bresthra wouldn't care if he didn't please her with his mouth, but she was kind enough to do it to him, so he wanted to return the favor.

He bent down and kissed her flat stomach, then he trailed his kissed lower. His hands, he placed on her thighs. Then he ran them down to her knees to spread her legs apart a bit farther. Weston would never admit it but he was in fact very nervous. He'd never pleased a woman in this way before and he was afraid that he wouldn't be very good at it. One never knew till they tried though. His lips trailed lower until they reached right above her most sensitive of areas. He was teasing her a bit, he knew, but a part of it was hesitation. Finally he got the courage and trailed his lips down all the way. The taste that assaulted his tongue was like the sweetest honey he'd every eaten. Then he started using his tongue on her, slowly and gently, running small circles over the most sensitive area.

There was something very personal about exposing oneself to another, allowing them to see what most others do not. And while this made some nervous, to Bresthra, it was all about the exploration. While there was a flutter in her stomach as he knelt, it could've been attributed to anticipation. No matter how confident one could be, there was always the seed of doubt. Always that brief flicker of 'what if' that made her wonder if he would enjoy what he was about to do, of if it was out of obligation. She hoped that wasn't the case...

Of course, that train of thought derailed and blew up when he kissed along her stomach, steadily going lower. Each one had her heart skipping a beat and her breath hitching in her throat. Closer and closer, the more sensitive her skin became. His breath tickled a little, drawing a smile as she watched him. It was more erotic to see the path he took, to watch his lips press against her before lowering between her legs. Bresthra's eyes closed, head tilted back, all out of response to his very warm tongue against her. Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her, fighting the urge to both draw away because of the assault on her nerves, and bury her hands in his hair to keep him there because it felt so... so wonderful. Lost in the feel of his mouth, her arms eventually gave out so she lay flat. The abrupt change made her chuckle breathlessly before encouraging with a purr, "That feels so very good."

Weston didn't know why he hadn't pleasured a woman like this before. It was wonderful, but he knew that a lot of men didn't like pleasing women with their mouths. That was selfish of them, he thought, he also thought that they were crazy. "That feels so very good." Bresthra purred to him after a breathy chuckle. This response made him smile and reply, "Good. I'm not done yet."

To prove this he went back to what he was doing. He moved his tongue faster, changing from circles to back and forth and side to side. His hands roamed up and down her sides, enjoying the feel of her skin but most of his mind was concentrated on what he was tasting. Taking one hand he moved it to the inside of her legs. Weston wasn't very skilled in love making, but he thought that if he used both his tongue and his fingers it would feel even better. His hand caressed her inner thigh before joining his tongue in rubbing her most sensitive of areas. She was so warm and wet for him, it was driving him crazy. He took one finger and inserted it in her, then started moving it in and out slowly. A small moan escaped his lips as he imagined what it would feel like to be inside of her.

It took all of her will not to succumb to him. She wanted to. Was tempted beyond it all to let his mouth be the end of her. But Bresthra never gave in that easily. Even if every fiber of her wanted to. Each flick of his tongue had her gasping for breath, muscles tensed and relaxed rapidly. It was heavenly, wonderful, and so very erotic for his mouth to be on her most private of places. Her hands gripped the bed beneath her, fisting in the covers as she fought to gain some control over her body. Experience, or the lack there of, didn't seem to have hindered him any. Weston was eager enough to taste her that Bresthra was driven mad with the pleasure of it.

Then a finger joined his mouth in their attack of her, and she found no reason to fight anymore. Breathlessly, she warned him, "If you keep that up, I'll be undone." Whether he wanted in her for that, or if he was happy with making her surrender with his mouth, either worked for Bresthra. Because even if she came now, or blessed Sharess in a breath or so, she'd still have Weston in her before the night was over. She'd have to after this.

Weston backed off a bit as she said, "If you keep that up, I'll be undone." He didn't stop what he was doing with his fingers however. Softly he giggled, a small sensual giggle. Never before could he remember giving a woman this much pleasure. He was personally enjoying every moment of it. He debated 'undoing' her with his mouth, but a part of him wanted her to come with him in her.

So he got up off his knees and leaned over her. "I can't wait any longer, love. I have to have you now." He said. His mind was clear enough to think that perhaps they should scoot all the way onto the bed before they got to involved with each other to move. Wes climbed into bed next to her and then pulled her around to lay length wise with him on the very comfy bed. By this time he had forgotten all about their slight height difference, she was simply perfect.

Gently he gave her passionate kisses as his hands roamed over her body. He had enough of foreplay however and was very ready to get down to the more serious business. Keeping his lips locked with hers, he maneuvered his body over hers. With his legs he spread her legs farther apart to allow him room. Then he lowered down and with one hand, guided himself into her awaiting warmth. He knew she wasn't a virgin, so he wasn't worried about hurting her. He buried himself all the way in and then rested all of his weight on her. He didn't dare move though, he was close enough from just entering her as it was. "Oh gods, Bresthra. You feel so good."

"I can't wait any longer, love. I have to have you now." That was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her body was tingling from pleasure, pinpricks of it drawing her muscles to tense every so often. She fought the warmth that pooled in her lower abdomen though, refusing to succumb yet. Moving around helped settle that weight of sensation that remained dammed, ready to break. Bresthra was able to level her breathing even if her heart hammered with excitement. Her body was quickly pressed to his though, so she was not left wanting. Bresthra's lips met his, leaning into the kiss as she felt his hands roam the expanse of her ebony skin. An act that she repaid in kind, brushing the tips of her fingers along his hips and sides.

Unwilling to break the kiss, Bresthra shifted with little fuss, situating her legs around him. He didn't tease, didn't wait, and as soon as he was settled, pushed into her highly sensitive body. It was enough, the warm friction, to make her squirm and wiggle her hips some. He felt so hot, invasive but in such a good way. One of her legs hooked around his hips, leaving herself open to him while intending to keep him close. But he didn't try to pull away. Didn't move. It drove her mad. Bresthra could only stand a breath or so of this stillness before she gasped, attempting to wiggle her hips and make him move, "Weston, please." She needed him, wanted him, and blessed Sharess, he was killing her with how still he was being.

"Weston, please." Bresthra breathed into his ears. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but he maintained himself. She didn't have to explain anymore for him to know what it was she was wanting of him and he planned to fully give her what she wanted. He just needed to compose himself so he didn't make an embarrassment of himself. Positioning himself so he could move better, he then began slowing moving in and out of her. He wanted to enjoy and savor the feeling of him moving in her. It was better than he ever thought it could be.

(sorry fail)