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[andhart]

[ sipping champagne, hiding her overwhelming boredom. ]

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[demonologist]

[Wes appears at her elbow, his eyes ostensibly scanning the crowd rather than looking directly at her.]

Why am I not surprised that you're attending this event?

[He sips at his own champagne.]

[demonologist]

Why, Lilah, it's almost as if you care about what happens to me.

[He says it dryly, not believing it for a moment. Her gesture draws his eye. She does have a beautiful neck and that dress certainly complements her curvaceous figure.]

[andhart]

[ she scoffs. ]

I'm the one who has to look at you. I like a bit of scar kink as much as the next girl but at some point it does get unattractive.

[demonologist]

[His gaze narrows, and his grip tightens on her arms briefly before he deliberately steps back and lets her go.]

Have to look at me? Is that what you've been doing? Lying back and thinking of England? Well, in that case. Consider the chore no longer yours to endure.

[andhart]

[ lilah rolls her eyes. ]

Touchy on the job, aren't you?

[demonologist]

Maybe I wasn't thinking so much about the job, and that's the problem.

[He admits, reluctantly.]

[andhart]

Doesn't sound like much of a problem to me.

[demonologist]

Oh? Perhaps because it works in your favour.

[Since the patrol is still making its way down the long corridor, Wes takes the opportunity to lean in and brush his parted lips teasingly against the spot where her jaw meets her ear.]

[andhart]

[ she smiles, though he can't see (possibly because). ]

Can't help it. When my evil plans go right I just get all tingly.

[demonologist]

Is that what it is? Well, I'm going to have to try harder then.

[He began to ravage her throat with open-mouthed kisses and the sweep of his tongue; the scraping of his blunt teeth across silky smooth skin.]