The Wolf With The Red Roses (1 of 1)

(Authors’ Note:: This takes place after Kate has returned from an alternate universe based on Underworld where she lived a lifetime as a Lycan (werewolf). Now back to her old life as a human, she has no job, no money, and no place to live... she's hit the bottom of the barrel and is attempting to drink her way out when she runs into Wesley at a seedy Los Angeles bar.)

(Song Credit: Meatloaf -- Hot Summer Night)

(Characters: Not ours, Joss' - We’re just playin' with 'em)


They didn't call this arm pit of a bar ‘The Edge’ for nothing. Everything in this dark, long rectangular room had an edge. The people crammed inside were the forgotten. Lost souls or those who'd given their souls away. To liquor. To the devil. Or maybe they were born with none. They drank to take the edge off... off the thing called life.

The crowd was rough and rude. And loud. Loud enough to drown out even his father's words on the phone. And that was exactly what Wes needed. In this place, he wasn't Wesley Wyndam-Price, the comparatively worthless son of the illustrious watcher Roger Wyndam-Price. He was just another fellow drinking to get drunk. Only, it wasn't happening quickly enough to suit him. "Another liquid heat," he ordered, shoving his glass across the bar top to the bar keep.

Kate had spotted him the moment he came in and sat down at the bar. She couldn't help it. She noticed everything. The former detective shrunk back into the shadowed corner and scowled at the cocktail waitress that was deliberately ignoring her – looking for better tips, no doubt. Kate let out an ungraceful snort as the brutes at the next table stuffed bills in her cleavages. Three perfect breasts spilling out of a tight leather bodice – yeah, the demon waitress was working the room tonight.

Tapping the glass on the table did nothing more then garner a sneer from the demon as she breezed past to attend to other customers. With a frown, Kate realized she'd have to take matters into her own hands before the alcohol induced numbness started to wear off and she'd have to face the fact that she'd be sleeping in her car again tonight. Standing up, Kate wobbled slightly, but steadied herself on the table before heading toward the bar and slamming her empty glass down next to Wes'. "Liquid heat... and make it burn," she ordered before swinging her head toward him. "So... what brings a pretty boy like you to a shit hole like this?" she asked matter of factly.

Wes ran his hand over his day old shave. What was it his father had demanded on the phone? You don't have any relationships. You must be gay. Then when he'd chosen to defend the right to one's own sexual preference, his father had followed with I knew it. "Why would you call me a pretty boy. Am I giving off vibes of which I'm not aware?"

Kate smirked, as she pulled out her last few ten dollar bills and shoved one across the bar. She picked up her glass and turned so her back was to the bar and she could look out at the sea of ugly. It was hard to tell the human degenerates from the demon lowlifes. Kate had already been there for several hours, watching passively as loud arguments and uproarious laughter erupted every few minutes from different groups. But as the night wore on the crowd had grown more boisterous. She could almost feel the heightened tension that rippled through the patrons.

"You don't exactly blend, Cambridge..." she replied as she took a long drink of the florescent liquid, drawing in a hiss of air as it seared her throat.

"Fuck." Wes let the rare curse slip. After all, she was pushing all his buttons. Labels everywhere tonight, it seemed. "What about you, detective. What makes you think you blend?" But she did in a way, she'd always had an edge to her. His gaze dropped for a second down to her tank top and tight black jeans. Where the bloody hell did she keep her weapons?

Kate shrugged. "Not a detective," she answered plainly. "Not a cop, not a lycan... Christ, I'm not even a fucking tenant anymore," she added bitterly. The cash in her pocket was the remains of the rent money she didn't need because when she'd arrived back from the hell dimension, she'd found the sum of her worldy possessions deposited in the ally – already picked through by street urchins.

"So you never answered my question," she redirected the subject back to him. "Just what are you trying to kill with that poison?" she nodded at the bar's specialty drink. "Or are you here for the show..." she arched a brow and glanced over at him with a wry grin.

"I'm trying to kill it... not revive it." Talking about it would only make it worse. He knocked back his drink, and barked out. "Two more."

When he turned back to her, she was still hanging onto the smile. But he saw through it. Pain. And the need to kill it. "Your it... I suppose you haven't recovered from your experience. You're finding it hard to adjust to being a mere human again." He slid the shot glass toward her, meeting her gaze when their fingers brushed.

Kate let out a sharp laugh as she shook her head, pulling her gaze away and staring back out into the anonymous crowd. "Why don't you stick to your books Wesley... psychobabble doesn't really suit you." In truth, he'd hit entirely too close to home for her comfort. But there was so much more to it then that. If only John hadn't fled to Rome – perhaps they could have worked through it together. She laughed again at the ludicrous thought. As if they could have worked through anything.

Still chuckling, she tipped her shot glass toward him, motioning for him to join her in tossing it back. They slammed the glasses down in unison and Kate motioned for another round, this time paying. Hopefully by the time her cash ran out, she wouldn't care anymore. That was the idea anyway.

"Babbling... it's the liquor. I won't remember any of it tomorrow," he promised. Good God, she'd swallowed that down like a real pro. It appeared his manhood was at stake and he didn't intend to be drunk under a table by a woman. Woman. He took stock of features and the curves that she usually kept hidden... or was he just blind?

He cleared his throat. "I'm sure you're far more aesthetically pleasing as a woman. I have it on good authority that Lycans have hairy legs. Now I'm not a betting man, but I'll place twenty dollars on a wager that says ... smooth as honey under the jeans." As his gaze dropped to the subject of the wager, namely her long lean legs, he could have kicked himself. That sounded like he was flirting. And if he were flirting, than it was a very inept effort that would leave Cordelia laughing for days.

Kate let out an unreserved snort, pushing herself off the bar and turning to face Wesley. Initiating direct eye contact for the first time, she locked his gaze and brazenly hefted her foot up onto his barstool planting her toe between his legs. "I'll take that bet... 'cause when you're stuffing coins in the public shower..." she began as she shimmied the black denim up her calf to reveal the soft blonde stubble on her legs, "...you don't waste time with a bic razor."

She laughed at the expression on his face, knowing she was behaving badly, but unable to stop herself. She left her foot there and leaned forward drawing her knee up to her chest. "Don't suppose you'd lend me your bic, now would you... Wesley...?" she arched a brow seductively, hoping to counter the very un-sexy vision of her unshaven legs. "Or have you given up the razor too?" she added, drawing her finger along his stubbled jawline.

"My BIC..." His mouth went dry and his mind went to places it shouldn't, until she clarified she meant razor. Right, it was only normal that he'd thought... considering the placement of her leg, and those mischief filled blue eyes. Then it hit him. She was trying to embarrass him. Make the Cambridge fellow feel like a fish out of water. He wasn't about to let her.

He stared right back at her, his look equally brazen as he stroked her leg. It hardly qualified as stubble, but he'd give her the point... even if he'd been right about the smoothness of her skin. "Right. You win the twenty. But if you think that talk of public showers, two dollar motels, and dark places scare me... it's quite the opposite." His eyes glinted as images of her holding her hands above her head as she moaned in ecstasy against tiled walls that were chipped and graffitied invaded his mind. "Quite the opposite," he repeated, catching her hand on his cheek and slowly pulling it away. It was too distracting, and he had to try to think clearly through the haze, if he was to have a chance at this cat and mouse game she'd started.

This time Kate's laugh caught in her throat as his eyes remained fixed on hers. Her teasing smirk dropped away, replaced by an unreadable expression as she studied him. This was a side of Wesley she'd never seen, never imagined – and now it was all she could do not to imagine what it would feel like if he continued stroking her leg, up her inner thigh... and beyond.

"You think I'm trying to scare you, do you..." she answered as she slowly withdrew her foot from between his legs, but not before shifting her toe in just the right way to brush against him. As she took a step back, she realized he still held the tips of her fingers. She used that contact to draw herself back into him so she was standing between his legs, her abdomen pressed against the barstool. Leaning close to his neck, she lowered her voice to a throaty growl. "Do you have any idea what a lycan female does to attract the alpha?"

He hadn't expected such boldness that brought her body into almost intimate contact with his. If he closed his legs... if he slid forward on the stool... It was only a matter of inches, so close, he felt her body heat through the thin material of her clothes.

Her scent surrounded him. Not flowery or fake, but the natural scent of a confident woman. It was as intoxicating as the liquor.

He swallowed hard at her words. His imagination had been on overdrive even before she began to intentionally feed it. "Tell me," he said, his voice harsh as he fought the urge to touch her.

"I'll tell you..." she agreed, her hot breath feathering across his neck as she spoke but didn't touch. "A female lycan... Does. Whatever. She. Wants." She explained slowly... deliberately... watching as his adam's apple shifted, signaling that he'd swallowed hard.

She licked her lips and tilted her head the other direction, smirking as the dizzying affect of the alcohol took hold. As she continued to look at him... study him...... her hand absently slid up under her tank top, brushing lightly against the underside of her breasts teasingly.

"Does the thought of a woman having what she wants scare you?"

Mesmerized by her hand... its motions and effects, Wes almost failed to answer. He had the worst desire to shove her hand aside and replace it with his own. What if he just stood up and pushed her back, took her against the bar? His gut tightened as a new wave of desire hit him. He gripped the edge of the bar top and licked his lips. "It all depends... on what it is she wants."

Kate didn't answer. She could sense that she had him – it was too easy. How many times had she done this before. How many anonymous men had she taken to bed. How many times had she woken up alone. She could drag him out of here right now and fuck him senseless if she wanted. She could have. Whatever. She. Wanted.

And that scared her.

The din of the bar abruptly erupted in cheers and cat calls as colored lights flooded the bar area. Kate blinked and pulled away, suddenly realizing she was in the spotlight and the floor show was about to begin – or more accurately, the bar show. It was the time of the night where the cocktail waitresses and female bar tenders took to the stage to dance – encouraging female patrons to join them.

"Holy shit," Kate cursed drawing away from Wesley, eager to dive back into the anonymity the shadowed corner had provided.

"Now who's scared." He made his point but didn't pursue it. Maybe he'd cool off now that she'd retreated. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he lifted the glass to his mouth and leaned back on the stool to watch the show. As women from the crowd got up onto the bar, he glanced at Kate.

Kate locked his gaze for only a moment before she realized what he was implying. "Oh nooo..." she shook her head and grabbed her drink off the bar. "You owe me a twenty..." she pointed at Wesley with her finger that held the drink as she backed away. But when she bumped into to somebody, or more accurately, something, and her drink sloshed onto her tank top, Kate spun around and released a string of curses that would make a trucker blush.

The rough looking demon held his arms up in apology, but Kate was having none of it and took the opportunity to knee him in the groin before moving past him and heading back to the booth where she'd enjoyed not socializing before she'd been fool enough to venture to the bar and flirt with Wesley. What was she thinking.

Obviously she wasn't thinking at all or she would have noticed that the demon wasn't done with their little game of spill and kill. With Kate's back turned, the hulk of a demon extended razor sharp talons and advanced on her, ready to remove her spinal column in one quick motion.

Thunk. The demon turned to find a human hand clamped on its shoulder. That was all it had time to notice, before a fist slammed into its face. Foolish, foolish humans...

Wesley avoided the demon's kick, and punched him again. He gripped it by the collar and started dragging it away. "Be smart... get out." Foolish demon, it had no sense.

It was just another fight. Money started to exchange hands as Wesley and the demon traded punches, and blood was drawn. The liquor seemed to deaden physical pain better than emotional, because Wes felt nothing other than a sudden flash of anger that the demon was preventing him from getting to his next drink. Anger fueling him, he redoubled his efforts, using moves he usually reserved for the worst sort of evil. Soon, the demon lay unmoving on the ground. Wes bent down and wiped his knuckles on its shirt. Without a word, he returned to the bar and found a drink waiting. Good... he needed one.

Kate watched, dumbstruck, as Wesley came to her defense and laid out the brick-house-taloned-nasty-ass-demon in short order. The man moved like a panther – a very drunk panther that didn't much care if he took a few hits. Kate was more then a little impressed, though her expression masked it remarkably well.

Glancing down at her soaking wet tank top, she frowned. Fucking waste of a good drink. Not to mention this had been her last clean tee. She wasn't looking forward to hitting the laundromat in the morning. She sauntered back over to the bar and took the only empty seat, not surprisingly it was the one next to Wesley. Seemed nobody wanted to mess with him after that display. She glanced up at the girls gyrating on the bar and smirked, gesturing through the forest of legs to the bartender to replace the drink she'd lost.

“Want it for free? Get up there and dance..." the bar tender jerked his chin toward where the actions was.

Wes pulled his gaze away from the gyrating motions of the women... both professional and those who'd been picked out of the crowd, and looked at Kate. Perhaps squinted was more the word..

"What the fuck?!" Kate protested. The drink had been spilled by one of their patrons. They should fucking replace it for free. Worse, she had no more money and she wasn't about to make Wes cough up the twenty she'd won in the bet after he'd saved her ass. Especially not when he was looking at her like that. Like there was no way in hell she'd get up there and dance – like she was some kind of tight ass ex-cop without a sense of fun. She'd seen that look before... many times.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged, meeting Wesley's squint with a resolute stare. And without another thought, she leaned forward on the bar, and swung her leg around so she could push herself to standing. Without breaking his gaze, Kate matched the gyrations of the other girls, swiveling her hips in rhythm with the music. As she slowly turned a circle in sync with the other dancers, she broke the gaze only long enough to whip her head around and capture it once again.

It wasn't hard to pick up the moves, it was a lot like line dancing, which she'd actually done on occasion when she'd been on the force. But this was more like a strip tease, though thankfully no clothes were coming off. She wasn't about to strip for a bunch of drunk knobby headed demons. As the music changed to a faster beat, Kate watched the others until she picked up the steps, forgetting about Wesley as she concentrated on not falling off the bar. When another woman slithered down her body seductively, Kate threw her head back and laughed out loud, repeating the move on the other woman when it was her turn.

Wesley’s eyes clung to her every move. Whereas he'd been a disinterested viewer, now it was as if he had a stake in it. And damn... when she snaked her body around another woman's, he knew she'd met his challenge, and raised him one. A raw, aching need sliced through him. One that even the liquid heat sliding down his throat couldn't douse. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his intense gaze never wavered.

Kate was covered in a sheen of sweat and her tank top clung to her form like a second skin. It was hot and muggy outside, and even hotter inside. Almost stifling... enough to make Kate imagine Wesley cooling her off with some strategically placed ice cubes. And from the lusty look in his eye, he had some of his own fantasies going on in his head.

Toward the end of the song, the bartenders started handing out roses to each of the dancers. Kate wasn't sure what to make of it – all she really wanted was her drink. But when the next song started up, she knew what the roses were for.

The opening notes from the Meatloaf song brought a wry grin to Kate's lips. Squatting down directly in front of Wesley, Kate held the long stemmed rose between her legs and spoke the opening dialog from the song along with the other girls still on the bar. Obviously it was a regular routine and the song was a favorite of Kate's so she knew the words.

"On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"

Kate's voice was low and sultry, her lycan memories surging to the surface at the mention of the wolf.

"Will he offer me his mouth?" she asked, her intense stare directed at Wesley alone.

The men in the audience responded with a resounding "Yes."

"Will he offer me his teeth?" Kate asked in unison with the other women. She could feel a heat rising in her belly that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Wesley quickly caught onto the game, answering "Yes" Along with the other patrons

"Will he offer me his jaws?"

"Yes"

"Will he offer me his hunger?"

"Yes"

"Again, will he offer me his hunger?" Kate's words held a challenging tone as if the game had gotten lost and the question demanded an answer.

"Yes!"

Kate lowered her voice, dipped her head and looked out at him through long lashes. "And will he starve without me?"

"Yes!"

"And does he love me?" Kate instantly broke eye contact and stood. It had just grown entirely too personal. She heard the men in the crowd chant "Yes!"

She answered, "Yes."

And on cue, the men issued their line, "On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"

Still standing, Kate glanced back down at Wesley and answered softly. "Yes."

"I bet you to say that to all the boys..." the men answered, bursting out into gregarious laughter and clapping as the melody of the song kicked in and the dancers started gyrating again.

Caught up in her sultry motions and her throaty questions, Wes had no idea what the song was actually about, or how vocally he'd answered her. The one thing he did know was it was all meant for him. Whether to entice, or conquer was her goal, it didn't make a difference. If she only knew how he was throbbing... how he was imagining her laying naked under him.

As suddenly as she'd started to dance, she stopped. He wanted to protest, but then noticed the predatory gleam in her eyes. The sound of his heart jackhammered in his ears, drowning everything else out as he focused on her.

He licked his lips. "Ka--"

There she was, crouching in front of him, gleaming strands of hair in her eyes. Magnificent, sexy... like the wolf. Now he understood. Lycan. And she'd chosen. Dear God, who was he to argue when all he wanted was to—

Another wave of desire hit him, and he'd had enough. Knocking his drink aside, he stood and slid his arms around her, staring deep into her eyes as he squeezed her rear. "The answer is yes," he said, pulling her toward him.

Already poised on the edge of her own arousal, Kate pounced, allowing Wesley to lift her off the bar. The friction of their bodies pressed together as he lowered her to the floor pulled Kate's tank top up to expose her midriff. Unconcerned, Kate's hips moved against his, urging him to dance with her as she fixed her eyes on his.

She wanted to dance, and he ... he just wanted her. Well maybe he'd have a taste. As they moved together in what was more accurately a mating dance, he cupped her face and roughly kissed her, stroking his tongue along the inner crevices of her mouth. It was a fierce, hungry kiss, one that proved his father wrong in a hundred ways. But he wasn't thinking of that. He was thinking of stripping the jeans from her body, of making her cry out for him, of how those intense eyes would soften. His body hardened even more, and he wondered if he'd go mad.

Kate ground her hips against his groin, enjoying the feel of his manhood growing steadily as she met his kisses with equaled fervor. When he broke free to pull her to the door, she didn't resist. When they entered the lobby of the hotel just down the street, she groped him shamelessly while he completed the registry information. And when they pushed through the door, she was already tangled up in his clothing trying to get them off before they hit the bed.

It took all he had to hang on to the last thread of his control. He had an idea that the signature he'd left at reception was illegible because his mind had literally stopped when she mauled him so openly.

Wes hissed as her hand skimmed his now bare abdomen and struggled with his fly, sending a wave of heat straight to his groin. The lady meant business. Thank God, because he was in no shape for too many preliminaries.

He braced his hands on the mattress and lifted up so she had better access, biting his lip when she freed him. Acting on instinct, he inserted his knee between her legs and moved against her, seeking relief. She wasn't the only one who wanted skin against skin, and fast. He slid his hands upwards from her hips, pushing her tank top up one inch at a time. It was sheer torture, especially when she was fighting hard to take control.

Lowering his head, he gave her a moist kiss on her stomach. She'd woven her hands through his hair and was painfully tugging him up higher. He smiled against silky soft skin stretched taut over muscle, then suddenly pulled her top almost off her, whipping one end of it around the metal rail of the head board, he secured it. The sight of her with one arm high above her head was almost his undoing. He locked gazes, and if hers was filled with fury, he knew it would change to passion.

Giving her a fierce kiss, he moved his mouth lower, down her throat and chest. Didn't she know she didn't have to urge him further?

Kate sucked in a sharp breath and jerked her wrist. Adrenaline surged through her body, radiating out from the binding. As a cop and a lycan, Kate instinctively craved control, but ironically she hit the bottle in an attempt to lose control. Wesley's actions charged her in ways she hadn't dreamed possible, sending her spiraling into an intoxicating wave of ecstasy.

She writhed beneath him in a seductive play of power. She twisted so that she could reach him with her free hand, stroking him with a firm grip. The fact that nothing separated his jeans from his ass only served to further shatter the Cambridge image she'd had of Wesley and she lifted her leg to push his jeans off and kick them to the floor.

Still stroking him wildly, she pressed her bare abdomen against him, increasing the pressure between them. Her bra strained against her breasts as she gasped and arched her body against his, struggling to free herself, but not wanting to be freed.

He shuddered as she rubbed herself against him, sending his already hammering heart into overdrive. The feel of her rough jeans against his now bare legs was driving him wild. He wanted them off her, he wanted the scrap of a bra off as well, only her straying hand kept distracting him. "You'll get what you want... in a minute," he said, his tone intended to reassure and hide his intent. An instant later, he had the bra off and around her other wrist.

"Fucking bastard!" she cried out as she tried to squirm free. But he was powerful. Strong. Pumping with adrenaline just as she was. She fought against the bindings, bucking her hips up against him in a desperate attempt to have her way. Her almond shaped eyes were alight with fiery passion. She wanted him to touch her in the worst way... she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to squeeze him until he exploded.

"Ive been called worse," he said, coming up on his knees and grasping the bottom hems of her jeans. In one strong tug, he had them all the way off. Now nothing separated him from heaven, except the smallest triangle of material he'd ever seen.

Now that she was exposed and could do nothing about it, his heated gaze roved over every inch of her. His mind was still swimming when she caught him by surprise, gripping him with her legs and pulling him down on her. Immediately, his body swelled and hardened to the point where it was almost painful. He had to have her... and soon.

"Fuck me Cambridge. Now!" Kate ground out in demand as she locked her legs around his hips and clenched her thighs to secure his position.

He groaned, all thoughts of teasing her scattering when he felt her moist heat against him. Cupping her breast with one hand, he kissed it, and snaked his other hand between their bodies. He slid his hand over her panties, stroking her for as long as he could take the sounds she started to make. When the demands of his own body became too great, he reached over to the end table snatched his wallet, fumbling to get the foil packet out. Hand slightly shaking, he hurried through what had to be done and rolled back on top of her. All gentleness gone, he ripped her underwear right off and adjusted his body to fit hers. "Look at me," he commanded, wanting to see her every reaction as he drove deep inside her.

Kate cried out as her anticipation melted into pounding rapture as he plunged his length inside her. Pulling against the bindings, she let out a whimper, needing to wrap herself around him fully as she drew him in deeper with each thrust. On his command, she opened her eyes and fixed them on his. "Please... I want to touch you..." her voice was gentle, almost begging, in surprising contrast to the urgent thrusting of her hips.

Her muscles flexing around his hot swollen shaft drove him to the brink, but he heard her. With a slight nod, he undid the ties, admitting, "I want you to touch me."

His hand under her thigh, he lifted her higher, closer, as hot stabs of pleasure went through him with every thrust of his body. "So good... so good," he grunted, never losing eye contact.

"Fucking untie me!" Kate demanded, urgency cutting her voice into a sharp cry. In her hazed state of euphoria, she hadn't even noticed the loosened bonds, and with her hands still over her head, she lifted her legs up over his shoulders and curled her body so he could reach her wrists without breaking the exquisite contact he made as he pulsed inside her, sliding over her sensitive nub with each thrust.

If he could have managed it, he would have chuckled. Instead, between the sounds of labored breaths, he pointed out. "I already did." The way she was looking at him, driving him on, he wasn't sure anything he said was registering. At the end of his tether, he got up onto his knees, wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep them over his shoulder, and penetrated her deeper, his pleasure mounting with every forceful thrust. With single-minded determination, he took them to the edge.

His body shuddered with white hot pleasure. "Come with me, Kate."

He didn't have to ask twice as her body convulsed as the first wave washed over her. The sensation of Wesley surging and tensing brought her to a second peak before she'd even come down from the first. Fingernails clawed into the taut muscles of his back as she cried out, lost in the cascade of arousal that rolled over her like a tidal wave.

When he finally collapsed on top of her, Kate lowered her legs and pushed aside, rolling him over and pinning him to the bed with her body. "Don't think I'm done with you..." she whispered breathlessly as she slid down his slick body planting wet kisses on his abdomen as she removed the spent condom and tossed it aside, replacing the sheath with the hot warmth of her lips.

His blood surged at the touch of her lips. He prevented himself from jacknifing off the bed and gripped whatever bedding was left. Closing his eyes, he let her take him to the brink one more time, before pulling her up so she straddled him. As he thrust up into her, one part of his mind was pointing out that alcohol was a depressant and this shouldn't be possible, and another... the rest of his mind was focused on the feel of her body sliding against his.

Kate gyrated on top of him, throwing her head back and moaning as he pressed his thumb into her to supplement his rhythmic thrusts. She knew it would take him longer this time, and she enjoyed the slow climb, deliberately allowing herself to reach the precipice first, signaling her jump off the cliff in an ecstatic cry which sent him plunging after her.

When she opened her eyes, his half-lidded carnal expression seized her and something snapped – her beast took hold. She abruptly rolled off him and turned in a lithe movement, crawling so she faced the end of the bed with her back arched and her backside raised toward him invitingly. She twisted her head around and caught his eye, a mischievous look curling sparking in her eyes.

"Come on now... you're not going to let the wolf beat Little Red Riding Hood are you?" she taunted him with a throaty growl.

He took a few deep breaths. She was trying to kill him. And yet how could he let such an invitation go unanswered? He crawled behind her, and put his hand around her waist, pressing it into her stomach. "Who are you calling Red Riding Hood? In case you haven't noticed... wolf here, knocking at your door." Placing a kiss behind her neck, he proceeded to enter and make himself very much at home.

Kate released and involuntary yelp, followed by a contented growl as she rocked back against him, allowing him to satiate her inner beast in every conceivable way.

* * *

It was still pitch dark. Wesley's head felt heavy from all that drink. But that didn't explain the soreness of his back... or his knee... right, there had been that fight with the demon. And then the dancing. Kate and that woman on the bar. His mouth went dry as the rest came rushing back. And no, it wasn't a pillow he seemed to be tightly wrapped around, it was Kate.

Lifting her hair to the side, he kissed her neck, then very carefully, he left the bed. Somehow he knew it would be much less awkward this way.

It didn't take him long to get dressed. He took one last look at her lithe body, and pulled the sheet over her. "I hope we chased the wolves away," he said softly, before leaving the room.

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