'M' New friends and good beer (Countess)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.