Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Jessie's little comeback of sorts was quite refreshing, much better than her getting angry or walking inside without a word. That on top of her agreeing to come over was more than enough reason for Leslie to get her hopes up, at least a little. Not that she assumed her moves would be so smooth and personality so charming that Jessie would fall in bed, but she did think they would have some fun, that was all but assured. So she went inside her apartment and tossed off her clothes. She was always tempted to toss them off the moment she walked inside, but more than ever she was dissuaded from doing so, it would be unsightly for company to see such a mess in her living room. Instead she dropped the clothes on her bed and walked from there to her bathroom naked, flipping on the shower and heading back to her kitchen while the water warmed up, something she didn't need to do but had become a habit from her childhood. The place she lived had the absolute shittiest water heater. By the time Leslie returned the water was hot and steam was awaiting to embrace her the moment she stepped inside. Instantly her body relaxed, a sigh escaping her lips as she stepped her tired body into the water. It was heavenly and her hands extended out, keeping her balanced against the wall as she pushed her head under the water and just let it wash over her. Leslie was beautiful, but far from perfect after living so long in her profession. At this point she had scars in various places, several bullet scars, only one that was terribly obvious as the others had been small or long since healed. She had various knife wounds, most of which hadn't scared but one particular spot right in her stomach was a constant reminded of what happened when she let her guard down. One hand reached down and stroked the flesh. She was one of the lucky ones. A lot of her friends had much worse, though these were not bodyguard friends but hunters. Leslie was motionless, buried deep in thought under the water, and only snapped out of it by the most curious of noises. Her eyes lit up and the switch was flipped from thoughtful to excited in an instant. Oh my... She smirked, removing her head from the water and listening intently as it got louder. Leslie bit her lower lip, grinning, Such a naughty little officer. She giggled, hand going down and fingers playing at her own sex as Leslie listened, so very tempted to let those wonderful noises be the inspiration for an orgasm all her own. She was horny after all, being played with and teased by a sexy little rich girl could do that. She didn't though, there would be no time to get herself off if Jessie decided to come over too quick, and if she were to be interrupted she would be irritable and that just wouldn't do. So with a huff she retracted her fingers and reached for the soap, making quick work of washing any grime or sweat away and hopping out all nice and clean. It didn't take her long to toss on some jeans and a white t, nothing more than lounging clothes. Hell she only put on a bra because she was going to have company. With that she went back to her living room, leaving her gun in her bedroom, though she had a feeling the subject of weaponry would come up at some point. The knock at the door was perfectly timed, Leslie had just finished touching up the living room she had been away from for days and pulling out cold beers from the fridge, leaving the more powerful stuff put away for the time being. She sat the drinks down on the table in front of her couch before going over and opening the door, her hair still a bit damp from the shower and a welcoming smile on her face. Come on in Jessie, forgive the slight mess, I've haven't even been home in a few days She laughed gently but really her place was tidy by most definitions. Leslie didn't have much that could clutter a place and more than that she was a clean person, even if where she wanted to toss her clothes was never the appropriate place. The apartment itself wasn't anything special. She had a nice leather couch, big enough for 3 or 4 people, and it took up most of the room. It was so damn comfortable though, she couldn't resist buying it even if it was probably a tad too big for the place she had. In front of that was a long coffee table. There was an entertainment system adjacent to the couch as well but she never really watched it, if anything it was background noise. The rest of the room itself was pretty bare, a small little table in the corner, a lamp, a few books and magazines but nothing out of the ordinary at all. After a moment, and Leslie running through the options in her head, she walked over and leaned against the back of the couch. You hungry? I was going to order some Chinese food or something. Being a host was hard. She was hungry, starving in fact, but offering Jessie Chinese seemed so lame. If she had been home and shopping she could have shown off a bit, because nothing was more romantic that a home cooked meal. Leslie could see it now, not just the meal but her knife skills had a chance of impressing a woman like Jessie. Oh well, Chinese would have to do or her stomach would start complaining.