I still wish you the best//Closed:Kay//

[Kaydence Morgan]

Regardless of whether or not there was a whirlpool tub, Kaydence would have accepted. It just would have been nice to have a little something extra to keep the mood up. She could find a way to make it work regardless, but a whirlpool tub was the cherry on top of a sundae. A grin appeared on her face as she felt Ashton’s hands settle on her waist. Was he expecting to start their fun here? Kaydence wasn’t totally opposed to the idea. It wouldn’t be the first time she had snogged someone in the view of others. It also wouldn’t be the first time she had done something indecent. It had been awhile, but there was something exhilarating about doing something so private within earshot of others. Of course if he chose to start ripping her clothes off her there would be nothing private about it. Not in such a large open space.
Her bottom lip protruded as he lifted her up slightly only to put her back down and remove himself. Well so much for that idea.

She watched as he went over to his clothing pile to pick up his garments and hotel key. He walked back over to her afterwards extending his hand for her to take. Kaydence felt she had barely accepted it before he had pulled her, lifted her up and tuck her on his shoulders. She was somewhat speechless. Never before had this approach been taken to get her in bed. She remained puzzled as she bounced with every step he took. Looking around him as best as she could, Kaydence tried to see if anyone had noticed them. She couldn’t see anyone but could feel eyes on her. As Ashton reached the elevators, he swung her around to press the up button. It was then that she was able to identify the source of the eyes. An elder couple was watching them from the check-in desk. The old woman appeared to be shaking her head in disappointment while the old man was muttering away. She couldn’t help but to laugh.

Upon entering the elevator, Ashton still continued to hold her on his shoulder. This was not romantic in the slightest. Not that she was expecting much, but it was a little odd that even while in an elevator he wouldn’t put her down. She propped her elbow on his back and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. The music in the elevator was tropical. Kaydence didn’t think there was much else that could make this ride any less romantic. She tried not to think about it too much. If she did, this would become more awkward then she wanted it to be. Thankfully, she heard the sound of a ding and the elevator doors opening soon after. She was also grateful that she was not bounced around again for more than a few seconds before he finally put her down in front of his door. Ashton got the door open fairly quickly and she made her way inside as he did.

She had never stayed in the Ilfracombe suites before, but she had wished she did. The room was gorgeous. Everything from the lighting to the colors to the furniture was perfect. Kaydence chuckled to herself. This was clearly a room meant for someone who had money. She always managed to find those boys out. Maybe it was become she had come from money herself. Either way, relief washed over her as she undid her shoelaces. Thank Merlin her hormones hadn’t been so out of control that they landed her in a sleazy place.

Before she knew it, Ashton was down to his boxers. He certainly didn’t waste any time at all. Smiling, she shook her head as she refused his offer. If she had learned one thing from her conquests it was that playing hard to get only made the experience more exciting. She pulled her tank top over her head, throwing it in his face as she made her way over to the bathroom. She entered it and went straight for the shower.
Turning it on, Kaydence made sure it was just at the perfect temperature before heading back over to the door. She peered out from behind it. A second later, her bra was unstrapped and in her hand. She slid her arm through the crack and shook it before dropping it on the ground and closing the door all together.

She quickly jumped in the shower and removed the last pieces of clothing she had, tossing them over the top of the shower as she heard the door opening. Adjusting the shower head Kaydence closed her eyes as the water flowed over her. This night was going to turn out much better than expected.

[Ashton Wentworth]

Apparently, she wasn't one for words. Not that he minded because he wasn't much for one talking anymore either. Maybe this was going to turn out far better than he had expected. He hadn't responded to any of his comments. Interesting, it was silent in the room once she left it aside from his own breathing. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears, whenever her feet disappeared from view behind the bathroom door he smiled, running his fingers through his hair laughing softly, he really was lucky sometimes. Giving her a few moments to herself in the bathroom he moved about the room preforming a few precautions, tucking his ministry access badge into his trunk under his cloths tucked next to his wand he locked it upon closing, folded back the sheets of one of the two queen sized mattresses and closed the curtains. Turning on the bedside lamps he dimmed the main lights. Removing the robe from the closet he hung it over the dresser that the hotel supplied, since he was the one with the abundance of clothing here he might as well supply her with something. Removing his own final article of clothing and dropping it into the pile of his other cloths he headed toward the direction of the closed door.

He did his best to click the door shut behind him as softly as possible, just out of habit. He could feel the steam on his heated skin. The sound of the water falling from her skin into the tub below. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her panties fall over the top of the curtain and land directly at his feet, well that was a cute trick. Running a hand down his chin he reached out to grasp the curtain and slide into the shower behind her. She was facing away from him, which gave him a nice opportunity to appreciate her backside. Reaching out to the front of him he ran his index knuckle down the back of her bare skin and smiled, it was quiet the impressive view after all. He wasn't sure if she was the kind of girl that couldn't do anything until she was clean or polished. If not, then this just might be the best random encounter that he ever had. He hadn't needed to spend any money, he hadn't trudged through small talk and he didn't need to worry about messing her hair up or having lipstick all over his torso. She had gotten herself undressed as well as moved forward, he wasn't having to lead her into each and every move. It was very casual and he appreciated that. He hesitated a moment before placed his hands on her hips, pausing a moment to make sure that it was alright with her. She wasn't that much shorter than he was which was a nice change, he wasn't having to strain his back to reach her. Smiling to himself for the company he inclined his head to press his lips just once to her shoulder.

Momentarily he left her body to incline the shower head a little so he at least got some of the spray and returned his hand to her hip, grasping firmly to pull her body backwards into his. He intended in wasting no time, the evening was just starting as far as he was concerned. Allowing the water to spray between their two bodies, at least they would have rinsed off. Taking care to spin her slowly so she didn't lose her footing his face was blank as he looked into her eyes, placing his fist under her chin and lifting he placed his own lips against her own, softly at first as he wove his fingers into her damp hair and smiled to himself, yes, the night was going to be interesting indeed.
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The water had grown cold after awhile but he hadn't minded, the cool was a nice change on his skin. His normally rough hands had become soft and pruned from the prolonged exposure to the water. Doing his best to learn as much of her body as possible. Luckily the steam from when the water had first been turned on had warmed the rest of the bathroom so it wasn't such a shock to be exposed to the air. He had moved them from the shower to the floor of the bathroom against the tile and finally had managed to end up against the curtains he had closed earlier, wet marks were imprinted on the fabric. Footprints were visible across the carpet from their soaked feet at random intervals. Very pleased with himself he hoped that she was pleased at all, he was fairly positive that she was. With the last of his energy he had moved them to the bed for the last stretch and now lay next to her on the down comforter, breathing deeply. The shower was still running in the other room and he was more than positive that it had to be colder than ice by this point. Merlin he wanted a cigarette, but he couldn't remember where he put them. Somewhere in the midst of the sheets was his pack. Feeling around the bed he found the lighter, and spotted the pack on the other one. Crawling over as far as he could without actually having to get up he brought the pack with him as he lay back down. Laying the pack in between the two of them as he lit his own. Hopefully she didn't mind the smoke, she didn't seem to earlier. She was more than welcome to one as he hoped she knew by now. Propping himself up on his elbows he smiled and winked once.

[Kaydence Morgan]

The water felt incredible against her skin. Pushing her hair back, Kaydence made sure that every strand was wet. Although she didn’t detect an odor from her sweat-stained skin and scalp, she wanted to prepare herself for him. It didn’t take long for her to hear the sound of the plastic rings scraping along the metal, indicating the shower curtain being drawn back. She smiled to herself. She could feel his eyes bearing into her skin. And she liked it. Kaydence hadn’t had this type of interest from a male in a long time. Grabbing the small shampoo bottle from the soap holder, she dispensed a small amount into her hand. Rubbing her palms together she kneaded the shampoo into her hair. While doing so, she felt Ashton’s knuckle run down her skin. Chills ran down her spine but they were good ones. Merlin was she lucky that she found a man who knew how to conduct himself.

She leaned back to allow the water to run through her soap-filled hair. He leaned into her himself as she did so, kissing her lightly on the shoulder. Kaydence was only too glad when she had rinsed the soap out of her hair. As she expected, he got comfortable enough to put his hands on her hips. She eagerly awaited his next touch. He left her momentarily to adjust the shower head. Kaydence longed to feel his skin on hers once more. She didn’t have to wait much longer. His hands found her hips again as he rotated her to face him. Her body shuddered slightly as he gazed into those blue eyes. They were entrancing. His face began lowering to hers. She closed her eyes, waiting. He didn’t keep her in suspense for long. Her lips greeted his. Softly at first, but then more intensely as she pressed herself up closer to him.

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Before finally finding their way to the bed, the two had discovered every possible aspect of the room. Feverish kisses came from both sides as each allowed the other their temporary control. Kaydence wasn’t sure if he was enjoying this as much as she was, but she made every effort possible to do so when it had been her turn. She knew how to take care of herself and her partner. She had always been very good at it. It had been awhile since Kaydence had found an equal though. Someone who knew the right places to touch and kiss. Ashton was giving her a run for her money. But she liked it. The experience was made more pleasurable when both sides knew what they were doing.

Sighing as her head fell back onto a pillow; Kaydence grabbed the bed sheet and hugged it tight to her bare skin. They had been going at it for awhile now. She looked around the room and couldn’t help but to laugh. Lamps had been knocked astray; wet spots were prominent against the walls and parts of the huge rug lying in the middle of the room were folded up at different corners. It looked as if animals had ransacked the room. What could she say? When she was into it, she was into it. And she had been into it. Her eyes shifted to the left as Ashton began rummaging around the sheets, clearly looking for something. It was probably his cigarettes. Typical as it was, she didn’t put it past him. Sure enough he didn’t fail to disappoint.

She turned to her stomach. Bringing the sheets closer, she laid the left side of her face on the pillow so she could look at him. His wink brought another smile to her face. “Proud of yourself?” she asked playfully. “We did quite a number on this room. I’m afraid to see what it’ll look like when we’ve finished.” Kaydence hoped he didn’t think that their escapades were finished. She wasn’t done with him just yet. In fact, as soon as he finished that cigarette she had every intention on rolling him back over and sliding back on top of him.

[Ashton Wentworth]

Upon recollection there was not a way possible he could count all of the rooms, bits of furniture and expensive clothing that had been victim to his lust. His late wife as known to call him 'insatiable' on more than one occasion. He liked to live up to the name as best he possibly could. He had rocked the screws out of headboard and ruined more lingerie than he could possibly remember. He had forgotten more women's names then he cared to even consider. To some people that would be a bad thing, but not to him. He liked to think of it as experienced. He just liked to enjoy the finer things in life and he was horrible at multitasking. With this past time, it allowed him the option to be wholly present in that moment. He could savor each touch and laugh at the strange noises, it was not an act to be taken so seriously, it was too much fun for that. Lately, he had been far more selective about the company he did choose to keep around him. Normally, he would have been content with whomever was around, but since he had been married as much as he hated to admit it he ad a different view on these kinds of things.

Nonetheless, he had managed to find a damn good partner. For the first time in a long time, he had spent more than an hour without Georgie, he was alone in his head for the first time. Inhaling deeply from his cigarette he made small 'o's with the smoke that he emitted immediately after. Replaying choice bits in his mind he bent his leg at the knee and started to massage the back of his calf that seemed to have gained a rug or friction burn, he couldn't remember how it got there. Replaying the moments over and over he couldn't piece that bit together. Stopping to crack his knuckles he then brought one hand up to rest behind his head while the other pulled the cigarette from his lips. He could hear the sheets rustling from beside him and feel her breath softly falling on his shoulder. Glancing down at her, the sheet covering her out of what he guessed was nothing more than habit he smirked and pulled it back down and off her body. There was no need for her to be modest anymore. Been there, done them. "Proud of yourself?" He didn't feel that he needed to respond, if his actions hadn't spoken for themselves then he hadn't done a good enough job. But he could fix that. “We did quite a number on this room. I’m afraid to see what it’ll look like when we’ve finished.”

Gagging on the smoke he started coughing, laughing while breathing in was not a good idea as it turned out. His smile grew wider. "I'm fine with that. Just going to need a power bar or something first. "He joked lightly. The ceiling was bare, flat walls. None of the popcorn speckles that fall off when touched that he liked to imagine shapes in. Nothing to keep him distracted, he was going to need to get moving again and very soon. That, or she needed to leave. The last thing he wanted to do was be left alone with this broken hotel room. The smells and sounds would be too much and he would end up in a bar again, passing out in a gutter or staying awake somewhere else. This was a much cleaner option for the lack of a better word. His mind was starting to wander, which was not a good thing for it to be doing. He almost started to get up and move around just to do something else. holding the cigarette up to her "Hold this a sec" he said before grasping her bottom knee and flipping her toward him to where she was laying sideways on the bed. At this point he didn't care if she dropped the cigarette and if burnt this room to the ground, smiling he started to move his face down her body to distract himself, and hopefully give her that second round she was asking for.
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He hadn't gotten very far into his second round before his mind got the better of him. He had rotated her body and managed to have her draped between the two beds. He had found an interesting use for one of the bedsheets that he was sure would cause them to charge him for the replacement of said sheets. Not sure how it happened exactly but it had, it was like he could hear her talking to him. Like she was in this room talking to him. Calling him a bastard from the chair across the room. That smug 'you cheated on me again you stupid bastard' look glued to her boney face. Like something bit him he jumped up from the position he was in, far too quickly because it get him an immediate cramp in his leg and fell backwards on his bottom. Staring at the empty chair he felt his body go cold. Running a palm down his sweat damped face he tried to shake it off. The last thing that he needed was for Kaydence to think that he was some sort of madman. Getting to his feet he staggered to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and brought it to the sink. Splashing water on his face he used the towel to dry off his face and chest before returning to his company. Before he got within eye sight of her to took a minute and recollected his thoughts.

It must have been strange for her to have somebody walk off like that, if it had been him he probably would have left while she was splashing water on her face. He didn't need any more crazy in his life. Forcing a bright smile he hoped that she maybe just guessed he was calming down so he could keep going. There was no way that she could know what was really going on. "Do you need some water too?" he offered, attempting to pass it off as nothing more than a short break. he tried to pick right up right where he left off with vigor. He didn't want to give her time to turn him down in lieu of recent events and back out of this. He needed it.

[Kaydence Morgan]

Ashton’s comment about needing something to reenergize himself was amusing. “What’s wrong cowboy?” she teased. “Have I worn you out already? Shame.” He didn’t look as if he needed a boost. Though, Kaydence couldn’t entirely blame him. As given by the state of the room, the two had used a lot to damage the room. She made a mental note to remember the door number before leaving. That way she could at least slide some money under his door for the inevitable charges the hotel would fine him. She knew from experience that water spots, in particular, were difficult to get out of paint without a fresh coat. Kaydence also made a note to take an actual shower when she got home. Even though she had been somewhat clean during the first part of their night the rolling around and dirtying of walls was sure to have left lingering traces of dust and dirt.

”Hold this for a sec.” Kaydence was torn from her thoughts and handed his cigarette. Puzzled, she obliged. He made it difficult to hold on to the rancid thing as he flipped her sideways. She kept her eyes on him as came back towards her. She briefly extended the cigarette back to him, but quickly understood he had no intention of taking it back. Kaydence returned a kiss, but began biting her lip again as Ashton moved from her face to her neck to her collarbone to her…well, down further. Not wanting to burn herself, Kaydence quickly rubbed the lighted edge into the nightstand. Perhaps not a smart idea but she had to think fast. She was becoming increasingly distracted as she felt his lips on her hips. She’d leave an extra hundred for replacement of the top of the nightstand. Once she was as sure she could have been, she pulled the sheet up above her head and allowed herself to fall into ecstasy once more.

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She felt like it was over as soon as it had started. One minute, Kaydence’s body felt like a hammock. It sounded odd, but what he had been able to do with her had been bloody amazing. The next, a loud thud sounded in the room and she didn’t feel so much weight from her lower half anymore. Maneuvering herself to catch a glimpse of what happened; Kaydence looked to see Ashton looking very defeated. And if she wasn’t seeing thinking, she could have sworn that he had focus his attention on one of the room’s lounge chairs. He paid no attention to her as he got up and walked to the bathroom. Kaydence used this time to steal another sheet that had been untucked. Wrapping it around her body, she crawled to the top of the bed and waited for him to come out.

Her mind was racing. What should she do? Kaydence brought her thumb up to her mouth and began scratching on the nail with her teeth. She had no idea what just happened. Although it could have been so simple as Ashton just knocking the wind out of himself, he had been things that made him look like a bloody strongman, there was something in the way he rushed to the bathroom. Had she done something wrong? Her eyes examined her figure. She looked fine. She didn’t remember doing something that may have distracted him enough to fall clean on his bottom. Kaydence was at a crossroads. She could leave and tell him she’d come back later. Of course she’d be lying and hopefully never see him again. Or she could sit around and wait to see if anything happened again. She was thoroughly enjoying her night with him. If all this was simply a small hiccup then she could look past it.

The bathroom door opened. Kaydence could see the smile smeared on his face, but was unable to tell if it was fake or not. ”Do you need some water too?” She nodded her head. Whatever the reason may have been for Ashton’s episode, she needed to do what she could to not allow anymore awkwardness to fill the room. “I suppose I should have some.” He brought her a glass almost instantly. Thanking him, she took her hand from her mouth and grasped the glass with it. The room remained silent while she sipped. Should she say something? Should she let it go unnoticed? “Are you alright?” she finally asked. “If you need some time to yourself, I can leave. If I’ve overstayed my welcome or something I’d prefer you just go ahead and tell me."

Kaydence wondered what his response would be. He didn’t seem the type that would get on his hands and knees and beg her to stay, though it would be cute. The two times she had ever been asked to get out of a man’s room had involved a girlfriend coming home early and an argument between herself and Evan at his home. On the second occasion, Kaydence had made sure to break his little home potions kid as payback for being such a jerk. Her eyes scanned the room to see if there was anything personal of his that she could break if need be. Not seeing much, she settled on a bag near the side of the door. It looked like it wanted to fall a few stories from the window. Anxious, she allowed her gaze to fall back on him while she waited.

[Ashton Wentworth]

It was so damn quiet in here, the sound of wind hitting the window panes and the dripping of water coming down from the shower head. His own heart was beating in his ears his breath seeming to get caught ever other inhale. Handing over the glass of water his smile started to fade, he didn't want to lose focus here. Ignoring the confused look on her face he noted that she had moved onto the bed once again and softly hoped she wasn't thinking about spending the night. Surely, she had her own hotel room to get back too, why else would she have been in the gym downstairs? Then again, would it really be the worst thing if she did end up staying the night? Company might be nice...yes, it would be the worst he knew nothing about this witch after all. She was very good at she did though, best case scenario he might ask for her number and call her some other night. He didn't make a habit of befriending his one night stands. “I suppose I should have some.”

Looking around at the state of the room he couldn't help but chuckle. If she left now, he was going to need to get another room, it wasn't so much that he cared about sleeping in a disheveled room, and he certainly wasn't going to be cleaning it up, it was more that he wasn't going to stay here and allow her to win, to be left in a room alone whenever he had been so close. Mentally, it was almost like he needed to do this to move past the ghost sitting on his shoulders. Not that he wanted her to know that. She was a passing ship after all. With some luck, she wasn't going to make note of his full name and address from his wallet while he went to the bathroom or something along the stalker line of crazy. At least she wasn't in his house, it was just a suite, he could transfer or go to another hotel if needed. He never had to see her again. Given the fact that he didn't even know her last name it was highly likely that he wouldn't, but then again it was a very small world. This town had a way of sinking into people skins and there was almost not such thing as a secret. "Are you alright?" his smile faltered. Well that was the million dollar question wasn't it. Physically he was in the best shape of his life, the excess padding he had acquired during his years in school had managed to melt away from an abundance of stress and lack of eating due to his job. Leaning up against the dresser he laced his fingers together behind his head. Lifting his shoulders he was going to choose to interpret her question as a evaluation of his performance.

Making an elaborate how of 'stretching' he extended his arms out to his sides and then rolling his shoulders backwards as he returned his arms to a normal spot. Removing the glass of water from her grasp and placing it on the night stand he leaned into her body, forcing her to lay on her back against the sheets. "You giving up?" He said softly, lowering his body until it was an inch away from her own, hovering. "If you wan to leave" he said above a whisper into her skin, allowing his hands to trail across her body momentarily "You know where the door is" He knew what she was getting at, but as far as he was concerned, the less conversation, the better. “If you need some time to yourself, I can leave. If I’ve overstayed my welcome or something I’d prefer you just go ahead and tell me. giving up out of frustration he sighed, returning his gaze from her chest to her eyes. Placing his hands on either side of her head on the bedding he gazed at her, "Honestly, I'd rather not have to tell you anything"And that was the whole truth. He didn't need anybody mucking around his thoughts any more than he wanted to sit down have have a heart to heart. He didn't need to hear about her problems or her past, he didn't want to meet her parents. He wasn't about to try to impress her friends and he would rather not have to buy her dinner,she was perfect just how she was.

Leaning to one side he grew serious "If you do insist on having a conversation, I will ask you to leave" Sure, he was aware of how rude that sounded, but he hadn't brought her up here for her winning personality, he didn't even know if she had a personality much less what it was like and he didn't intend to find out either. He Brought her up here because she gave him an opportunity and he took it. Women don't flirt like that if they aren't interested and she hadn't put up much of a fight either. He didn't want her to leave, but if needed he would make her he didn't want to talk for what might come out. He didn't need sympathy and anybody that heard a fraction of his oh so tragic story seemed to have an incumbent about of it. It made his sick just to think about it, irritation started to boil under his skin, the more he tried to push it away the more frustrated he became. Returning to look at her for just a moment he didn't know weather or not her lack of response was due to shock, or if she was just doing what he was hoping she was going to do and allowing him to get back to business.

The hand that he wasn't using to support his weight began to once more tug at the sheet she had needlessly wrapped around her body, why did women do that? He had already seen her naked in just about every light he could think of. Moving his hand into the folds of the sheet until he reached contact with skin he smiled, and returned to business. He didn't really want her to answer at all, and if she had tried he would have done everything in his not inconsiderable power to silence her protests. From the lack of light hitting the curtains he could tell that it had to be at least after dusk, he didn't know what time they had come back up to the room but it had to of been hours ago, even if it didn't feel that way. He was starting to feel the ebb of hunger and the lust for something a little more liquid but not less potent. A feel that washed away from his mind as he positioned himself properly, groaning softly as he did his best to make up for the rudeness. X

Some time later he found himself face down in a pillow, his stomach growling softly. He knew that her body was positioned across his own and that fact was oddly comforting. His lungs were starting to ache from lack of nicotine in the last while, he wasn't a chain smoker with the ability o turn his addiction on and off at will like some fortunate few that he knew off. Sliding out from under her body he rose to his feet, lifting his hands above his head, back popping a couple of times. Lifting the robe from where he had left it for her he tossed it in her direction, at least it was better than the sheets, which had to of been damp from sweat by now. Grabbing his pack again he slid outside to smoke, his thoughts were already heading in the direction of sleep and food. Leaving the glass door open behind him he stepped onto the balcony and into the warm evening air. The soft breeze felt a little strange on his nude frame but it wasn't unpleasant. Lighting his cigarette he leaned on his elbows against the balcony edge, working to calm his breathing. Well, that was that. She had been a hell of a nice way to spend his evening. Taking a moment to cool off before standing and leaning inside the door once again "I enjoyed ruining the room with you" he started, meaning every word he spoke in earnest. turning back to finish his cigarette he flicked the last half off of the balcony and waited till it hit the ground below before heading back inside. "But I need to get something to eat"

Reaching into his trunk once he had crossed the room he extracted a dark grey t shirt and pulled it down over his head, Stepping into the jeans from earlier he pocketed the remains of his pack and a few galleons for food down stairs, separating her a few more "Do you need any money to get home?" he hadn't meant it in a rude way, but he was attempting to make it clear that he didn't want her to stay. Sliding the room key back into his pocket he waited.

[Kaydence Morgan]

Kaydence was taken aback when his tone changed towards her. He hadn’t made it obvious at all in his view of her. Not one for conversation during playtime herself she understood. It wasn’t like she had made any effort to begin talking herself. With the exception of a few playful comments, she would be fine if a word hadn’t been said at all. She regretted saying anything. At the same time, she had felt like she needed to. She wasn’t down for shagging a psycho. Been there, done that. It wasn’t wrong of her to briefly put her guard up especially when her wand was back at home. Kaydence decided against responding. If she did, who knew what words would come from her mouth? She had never been one for holding her tongue when she was displeased with something. The night had been too enjoyable for her to potentially ruin it with a snide remark.

She chuckled as the sheet from around her was tugged at once again. It pleased her to know that she had his attention and that he wanted more. This type of thing is what made her so damn arrogant. “What if I said I was cold?” she asked, feeling the cool air touch her bare skin. He never responded. Instead, Ashton leaned into her again. She accepted a kiss, but only one before pushing him up and turning him so that he was now the one on his back. He had been in control for too long. It was enjoyable, but Kaydence felt that it was her time to shine once more. “Allow me to express my apologies without words.” She brought the sheets over her head and placed her hand on his chest. Digging her fingers into his skin she began the slow descent of kisses.

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She awoke with a start. How she had even fallen asleep was beyond her. Bringing her hand up to her eyes she rubbed them. Kaydence turned her head in the direction of Ashton, noticing that she had fallen asleep while on top of him. Had he drifted off as well? She couldn’t tell. His face was pressed down into a pillow. He stirred a few minutes later allowing her to roll off of him as he made move to get up. Merlin did she enjoy looking at him. Her eyes fixated on his physique as he moved about the room. A robe landed at the bottom of the bed soon after but Kaydence disregarded it. Putting on the robe would make her comfortable. If she became comfortable, then she would want to stay. She was unaware of the time, but felt that it was time for her to leave. Not because she felt as if she were invading. Kaydence decided that she had enough for the night.

Using the opportunity given to her as Ashton left the room to smoke; Kaydence got out of bed and began the hunt for her gym clothes. She found everything within a relatively short time span, giving her the ability to be fully dressed by the time Ashton came back in. ”I enjoyed ruining the room with you, but I need to get something to eat.” Wonderful. He had no intention of asking her to stay with him. “I could do the same myself,” she responded, sliding her feet into her shoes, “there’s a café a few blocks away from here with a salad that has my name all over it.” Kaydence would not give him the name in case he tried to follow her. She could only hope that she was giving off the impression of being completely done with him for the time being. She was very much like a man in that aspect.

It was in the next words that came from Ashton’s mouth that caused her to stop. ”Do you need any money to get home?” It didn’t take much to make Kaydence mad. One time when she was younger, a boy had taken her toy wand to simply look at it. Being upset that her toy had just been taken from her, she pushed him into a pile of logs the house-elves had been ordered to cut to warm the Manor up. The boy had to be taken to St. Everdines to extract an oddly-chopped log that had pierced the skin in his arm. She couldn’t even count the number of times she had thrown something at Evan’s head during their heated arguments. If one thing hadn’t changed about Kaydence since her initial departure, it was her temper. She continued to say nothing as she began obsessing over his words. What kind of girl did he take her for? Some cheap whore he could just throw away when he was done? If so, he had another thing coming.

He felt his eyes on her as she got up calmly. Walking over to his pack she had been eyeing earlier, Kaydence grabbed it and began walking in his direction. “That’s so sweet of you to offer,” she began, her voice full of ice, “but I have to refuse your kindness.” She walked straight past him and through the door. As she passed the door, Kaydence turned around with her pack in his hand. “You see, I would be inclined to accept, but the funniest thing is about to happen. I have this feeling that as I walk out of the Resort doors I’m going to come across a bag that already has money in it. I feel like there may be more money in there then what you want to give me. Call me rude, but I like money. And I like lots of it.” She looked at him with the sweetest smile she could muster. Then, without saying another word, she tossed the bag over her shoulder and off the balcony. Putting her finger on her chin as if she were thinking, she looked up to the ceiling. “It should magically appear within the next five seconds I’d wager. So if you’ll excuse me.”

As she walked past Ashton she gave him a slight slap on his cheek. “It was fun while it lasted. Enjoy using those galleons in your hand on something nice and fattening from downstairs though judging by the shape of your stomach, it won’t be too hard for you to find something.” And with that Kaydence walked to the door, opened it and left him with a one-finger salute behind her back. He was lucky that’s all she had done to him.

[Ashton Wentworth]

There were a few things that almost anybody who had the pleasure to know him would be able to admit in unison, they were that he was a very passionate person when needed, a sloppy drunk, and an asshole. While right about now he was not intending to be insensitive, and the fact that he was sitting against the wall was rushing her a bit. That, he would admit was a little rude but he didn't want to leave her alone in the room unless she got some crazy idea to stay behind and wait for him, or go through his things. Either would be most offensive to his privacy. “I could do the same myself,” at her comment he began to feel relief and pushed off against the well, at least she's not going to get weird about this he had dealt with all kinds of women in his years, the kind that just wanted to move in the next day, the 'i love you' vomitors, the actual vomitors, the ones who bolted at soon as they could the list went on and on. His favorite were the ones who were civil and parted ways with the possibility of a repeat. Heading in the direction of the pile of clothing next to the door he lifted the hem of his jeans to ease his foot into his left boot.

“there’s a café a few blocks away from here with a salad that has my name all over it.” rolling his eyes to himself he couldn't help but think that was a little bit too much information, but good for her. He hoped that she wasn't looking for more question, like where she was going or if he could join her because that wasn't going to happen. In all actuality he was going to wait for her to leave and just order room service so he could fall asleep, he was too damn tired to deal with other people if he didn't have to. He pulled on his other boot in silence, fumbling with the button on his pants and repositioning the belt that he had started using recently. Upon offering her money, he thought that he was doing the decent thing since he didn't know for sure weather or not she was visiting the hotel or lived near by. He was simply offering to make sure that she was able to find her way home, he didn't intend to leave her stranded on his stoop so to speak. Besides, it was just better for him that she had a stable way to get home, then she wouldn't be hovering around hoping he would put her up for a night, that had happened to him far too many times in his life. “That’s so sweet of you to offer,” Shrugging he finished the clasp on his belt and folded his arms across his chest.

Then her tone changed. Things were getting far too familiar for his liking, he had heard that tone millions of times, usually it was followed by something flying at his head. She was starting to get crazy eyes, it wasn't as if he had blatantly called her a prostitute. She was taking things far too personally in his opinion. “but I have to refuse your kindness.” he was going to offer a comment along the lines of suit yourself and hold the door open for her, but he was starting to feel like he would rather close the door on her. He moved to step to the door either way when she spun around in his way, holding onto his backpack. Granted, it didn't have his wand or any work related items in it it still held his money and travel documents. It was the one that he carried onto the plane with him when he had to go through the muggle airports. His eyebrow started to rise "Wha-" why she felt comfortable enough to grab his things was beyond him. Jaw pulsating he reached to grab it, but she had already started moving again “You see, I would be inclined to accept, but the funniest thing is about to happen. I have this feeling that as I walk out of the Resort doors I’m going to come across a bag that already has money in it. I feel like there may be more money in there then what you want to give me. Call me rude, but I like money. And I like lots of it.” her smile was sinister and it made his skin cold. rooted to the spot he was helpless but to watch his pack getting extended over the ledge, yes...he was definitely justified in kicking this woman out. The harder she fell on her pert little ass, the better.

There it went, up and over. There was no way to whip out his wand and get to the window fast enough to stop its decent to the concrete below. As she tapped her fingers against her chin the urge to snap them doubled. Merlin knew that it took a lot for him to touch a woman, and it had only happened a few times on accident and he had always felt rotten about it, but for this woman to disrespect him and his property not even 24 hours after they had met, whenever he had gone out of his way to attempt to ensure her comfort and happiness ground his nerves raw. “It should magically appear within the next five seconds I’d wager. So if you’ll excuse me.” Well yeah because she had dropped it. He had been relatively fond of her until this moment. Seriously had to be one of the worst ways he had gotten rid of a woman before. His hands dropped to his sides balled into fists he was doing all he could to unclench them. It wasn't the bag, it was the principle. “It was fun while it lasted. Enjoy using those galleons in your hand on something nice and fattening from downstairs though judging by the shape of your stomach, it won’t be too hard for you to find something.”

Placing a hand on his stomach he could feel doubt creep up his spine for a second, that was a first. He had been called a thousand things in his lifetime, just about every variation of insult that a woman could call a man had been done. His eyebrow furrowed, he had never had his body insulted before. Especially whenever he knew without a doubt in his mind that it had been very much to her advantage not even thirty minutes earlier. The acid in his stomach started to churn, his jaw clenched. Familiar bitter feelings were really starting to boil to the surface. Today really had been the worst time to go all single-white-female on him. Feeling her fingers land against his face, light or not was the cherry on the sunday. Pulling his hand down his face he could feel his skin turn white from the pressure. Hearing the door click behind him his body suddered. Turning on his heel and exiting the door shortly after he glanced down either side of the hall way until he spotted the direction she was in. Waiting for the elevator a smile seeped up his face. Walking as calmly as possible given his shake he moved up behind her, grasping her wrist until she spun to face him. The doors were still closed so he moved the pair of them up against the metal. Breathing heavily against her face he pinned her smaller frame against the doors with his own body he smiled, Georgie's face hovered in front of his own in his minds eye. "You obviously don't know who you are fucking with"

The image of Georgie walking out on him and doors slamming started to replay in his mind. The image of dozens of electrical appliances shattering and his own items being strewn about various times. He felt like an imaginary ring was burning against his left ring finger. He was aware that her wrist was still in his palm, he was squeezing a little harder than was necessary but he wanted to make his point clear. She needed to know that she was no longer welcome here, the picture of her in his head was no longer welcome. It was her time to leave. He could feel his temperature rising, his ivory teeth grinding together and leaving an ache in his jaw. Now, if it had been an isolated incident he would never have reacted in this way. He probably would have waited on the balcony for her to pass and toss coins at her while cat calling or whistling, he would have done everything in his power to just make her feel as cheap as possible. But, to him this wasn't even Kaydence anymore. She would never know what she had done, she was just a woman scorned after all. Maybe, if it had been another day even he might have been better, kinder but he had been to the house, he had been forced to face things that he never wanted to even imagine again. She just happened to be an outlet. His eyes were hollow, not seeing. The reflection of his own blue eyes was reflected in hers. "I'm not doing this again Georgina, quick fucking around" he spat at her. His hand shaking, out of all of his delusions he had never spoken to her before. She had always just been there, sure he had thrown things at her, cursed the air or left, but never spoken to her.

A rumble came from the floors below that he didn't recognize at first. It was like something in his head clicked back into place. The elevator was coming and his vision cleared. She wasn't there, it wasn't her. It was a woman who looked nothing like her, his mind had blanked as to her name but he knew her. Then he realized where he was. Dropping her hand quickly he realized what he had just done. He was just going to move past it like nothing had happened. Adjusting the hem of his shirt he looked at the floor, pushing back the sudden wash of sorrow. Well done Asshat taking a step back he put his hand on his mouth and pushed a smile "Since I like you, I will allow you to remedy it by fetching the bag for me" he said as he ushered her into the elevator he had not so long ago carried her through. To ensure she was going to get it he was going with her. Standing next to her he grinned "Maybe I'll even let you keep a little for your trouble, since it's obvious that;s all you are after anyway. I'll give you what few you are worth" He turned to look at her "Its the least I can do" a guilt flashed over him as Georgie's image was sitting in the reflection of the doors that closed in front of them. He wanted to sink into the floor, this hadn't been how he had wanted to start his move off. apparently, old habits die hard. Apparently, they were both more crazy than they let on.

[Kaydence Morgan]

A proud smirk formed the corners of Kaydence’s lips. The last word. She was so good at having it. Whether it was due to being shocked at the sight of his bag being flung over her shoulder or too stupid to come up with anything that may rattle her, he had given her yet another confidence booth. “At least he was good for something tonight,” she told herself as she approached the elevators. She pressed the down button. Hopefully the blasted thing wouldn’t take all night to stop on the floor. Curse the prick for having to been given a suite on a floor so high up. Kaydence put her hands on her hips while she waited. Thoughts of what to do with the rest of her evening pushed out any memory of the night’s previous events. She supposed a trip down to the Waterfront was still in order. She found that if she relaxed on the golden sands of the coast that she was less likely to suffer from her nightmares. This, in turn, would grant her a peaceful night’s sleep.

Kaydence could have sworn she heard footsteps but paid no attention to it. She focused on the screen above the two elevators. One said 11 and the other was still at the lobby. Frustrated, she jammed her finger into the down button once more. All she wanted to do was get out of here. Kaydence heard the sound of footsteps once again, but still ignored them. It was probably just someone needing to use this stupid elevator as well. “This thing is taking forever to get here,” she warned whoever it was that was coming up, “I’ve been waiting almost five minutes and still no sign of the blasted thing.” A chill suddenly ran down Kaydence’s spine as she felt a hot breath on the back of her neck. Kaydence’s hand balled up into a fist. Before she could throw it backwards into whatever body part she could, she felt a rough hand grab her sharply by the wrist. “What the..?” She was suddenly spun around and pushed into the doors of the elevator she was expecting.

She met the sadistic eyes of Ashton. ”You obviously don’t know who you are fucking with.” Kaydence was suddenly filled with fear. The expression in her eyes must have given it off to him. She could feel the circulation being cut off in her wrist from his tight grip. Looking down, she saw her hand was starting to turn red. The last thing she needed to do was make Ashton feel like he was dominant. Kaydence had been in this position before and she damn well refused to let herself be a victim again. Her eyes turned into small slits as she looked into his eyes. “Clearly I don’t, but the same can be said for me sweetheart.” She knew it really couldn’t. Ashton had the height and the weight to overpower her. One wrong move and she knew that he’d have her on the ground pinned. The thought of once again having a man hold her down against her will enraged her. She could feel the blood boiling in her cheeks.

The next thing he said to her really sent her off. Kaydence was a very proud woman. She conducted herself in a matter that made it so that she felt everyone should know who she was. She reeked of arrogance. If someone even pronounced her first or last name wrong she quickly put a hex on them to make them regret not knowing who she was. The fact that Ashton had called a completely different name infuriated her. Kaydence’s body began shaking. Georgina? Who the hell was this bitch? And why the hell did he call her by that name? The look in his eyes showed pure resentment. It was almost as if she had transformed into someone completely different. Who the hell had she chosen to sleep with? She had really picked a winner.

She heard a sound from underneath her that distracted her for a second. Of all times, now the elevator had chosen to come up to the floor. Ashton heard it too, dropping her wrist from his hold as the sound got louder. She was still shaking when the doors finally opened. He said something, but Kaydence tuned him out. Once again he was putting his hands on her. He got into the elevator with her and grinned. She kept her eyes focused on the closing doors. Her knuckles cracked loudly as she began opening and closing her fist to get the blood pumping again. Her hand was burning as the blood came rushing back to it. The bastard had really been holding on to her tight.

Making mention of galleons again Kaydence allowed herself to focus in and what he was saying. ”I’ll give you what few you are worth.” She had finally had enough. Turning to face him, Kaydence balled the fist back up that he had grabbed and swung as hard as she could to his nose. His body automatically hunched over giving Kaydence a small bit of leverage. She pushed him as hard as she could into elevator wall. “I am worth more galleons than your tiny brain can even think of!” It was childish but Kaydence really held herself in such a high regard. Her leg was in motion to give him a swift kick in the balls when a ding sounded and the elevator stopped. Someone else was getting ready to board. She quickly jumped back to the opposite wall of the elevator and propped herself up against it. Kaydence wished she could have seen what the incoming passengers would see. A pissed off looking female on one side and a hunched over male with a swollen nose on the other. It’d look like a scene from a sodding muggle movie.

[Ashton Wentworth]

How he managed to get himself into these situations over and over again he would never be entirely sure. From the second he had let go of her wrist he instantly regretted it. He could hear Georgie's voice in his hear soft pokes and jabs. He would have swatted them away if they had been a physical entity. Was he really not over her? The sound of her knuckles cracking drowned out the sound of the elevator music. The soft tropical sounds filled in the gaps but her fuming had his entire attention. He never saw her fist coming, he was too focused on his breathing, his heart rate refused to slow. It was all he could do to keep from forcing her up against the wall, and igniting some of the heat from earlier, it was just the quickest way for him to cool off was to burn off the energy. He wondered if she would protest, if her anger was just a front to keep him interested or if she really was just that prissy. If the latter, he wondered how she functioned on a daily basis without a red carpet under her feet. If the former, then she really was no better than all the other dribble that he was usually surrounded by. “I am worth more galleons than your tiny brain can even think of!” Guess it was the former. He fell off balance whenever she shoved him, his head hitting against the mirrored surface that was the elevators wall.

Recoiling he let out a snort of laughter. The moment her tiny fist connected with his nose he flashed back. Streams of rapid dutch filled the air as Georgie began throwing things over the balcony window to the pool below. Socks and shoes had been the first to go, his underwear and undershirts had been next, shortly followed by the drawers themselves. She seemed to have no regard to the fact that it was his room after all, all she could see was possessions and anger. Knowing full well that there was no point in reasoning with her whenever she was like this, Ashton was leaned up against the closet door, not just to anger her but to also keep her away from his better cloths. He didn't need to be reeking like chlorine for week on end. Watching with a clenched jaw she started to throw bedding until the fact that she wasn't getting a response got to her. He saw her reach behind the night stand to the electrical outlet, next thing he knew the lamp was whizzing at his face, the bridge of his nose breaking open, the warm trickle and smell of iron flooding his senses. That was when all hell broke loose, he had enough scars from her, the worst of which was the ash left in his arm from that damned blender. He hadn't allowed a blender in the house since. He had raised his hands to his face, slapping himself attempting to make her feel like a fool. Not bothering to wipe the blood from his face a she screamed at him to stop being so stupid. He made his way across the room until he felt her cool hands attempting to stop his actions. The memory brought a smile to his lips. Odd thing to be comforting. Using the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his nose he crossed the elevator to stand calmly behind him. Wiping the back of his hand across the pristine white of her shirt. Disgusting, he knew.

Another passenger joined them on their short journey and he offered the old lady a wink as she scoffed and appeared to be highly offended. To which he puckered his lips and made a smooching noise. Laughing softly under his breath as the elevator descended he was doing his best to make everybody in the tiny space as uncomfortable as possible. He obviously had got under her skin which was the point since he had literally been under her skin. Grasping the bar behind him he leaned forward, arms extended behind him "You are never going to be rid of me" he whispered darkly softly into her ear, take that how she will. At this point he was intending to make it was a threat, but in the back of his mind he muttered but you will in direction to his late wife. He had made the decision that he was going to make it sure that Georgie didn't want to stick around, constantly tugging at his innards. Smiling he returned to his place against the back wall at the number '2' lit up above the number panel and the other patron left, shooting the pair a nasty glance as she did so, nose in the air. Ashton had grown very accustomed to people looking at him as less than wholesome, like gum on the bottom of their shoe. It was good that they underestimated him, gave him the upper hand. Moving to the front of Kaydence's body he pressed the emergency stop button and snaked an arm around her waist. Using his free hand to slip a coin under the strap of her sports bra he grinned, face honest despite the blood stain. "Thank you, for more than you know" Pulling her body as close as he could lifting her off of her heels softly her up he moved closer to his face, palm moving closer to her backside, he didn't need to force her to do anything. She had made it more than clear that he didn't have to try all that hard to get what he wanted from her. Giving her body a squeeze he released he slowly, wanting to give her just one final positive feeling. "In fact, once you have retrieved my things, I will go ahead and let you leave" Letting go rapidly to where it was impossible to hold her balance he watched her fall. Releasing the emergency stop button the elevator began to move once again.

The lobby button illuminated once they reached the proper floor and he made sure to walk out ahead of her sticking his hands in his pocket. Ignoring the surprised look he was getting from the blood smear on his face, it was starting to dry and crack against his skin. The feeling was so familiar that it was oddly comforting. Which had to be a bad sign. Pausing to wait for her steps he followed her closely, flipping her hair like a child on the playground. He really ought to be kind to her for what she was bound to help him move though but that wouldn't be true to his kind. In fact, since he had yet to hear back from any of his former 'friends' she was the first form of entertainment that he had to find. While, that was detrimental to her it was positive for him. Granted, his mood swings were bound to mystify her. He still wasn't entirely sure if he had fully managed to calm down, she was a stranger, she didn't deserve to be treated so off hand, no, he had something else all for her. Approaching the doors he noticed his bag laying on the ground, contents spilling onto the pavement. The two doormen seemed to be having a conversation about weather or not they should just pick it up, or to test it for hexes. One seemed to be all for just grabbing the thing and tossing it into the lost and found, after searching for loose coin of course, the other seemed to be more sensible, but taking things a little further than needed. Wondering about conspiracy theories and weather he needed to get the MoM involved in this, that it was 'dropped on purpose' the other started to move toward the bag, ignoring the frantic mans pleas to please just wait when Ashton seized Kaydence by the arm forcefully "Don't touch that" Ashton warned. He had left his keypass up in the room, so he wouldn't have any way of identifying himself unless they actually did call the ministry, which would be pointless. He tugged Kaydence by the shoulders and lifted her as if a child and planted her in the spot by the bag "The lady needs to pick it up" sensing that it would be best to just leave the pair alone to their business judging by the blood on his face they stumbled back to the door, no doubt watching closely for more information.

The lights from the hotel were the only thing allowing him to really see Kaydence. A large part of him wished that he could just be back upstairs and do a few things differently, back whenever she was pleasant and soft. Back to the time that it wasn't inappropriate for him to slide his hand along the back of her neck to lift her into a kiss. He had much preferred that woman to this one. Then again he tended to prefer most women whenever their cloths were off. Sighing he placed his hands back into his pockets and gestured to the bag on the ground. Mentally he started to do inventory just to make sure there wasn't anything in the bag that she didn't need to see. He could see a few of his galleons on the pavement, some smaller amounts and muggle money peeking out of the now broken zipper. He wasn't surprised, the thing had been pretty full. His jacket and hem of a spare change of pants must of cushions the majority of the blow, his computer and some of his ministry documents were no doubt in the bottom. The computer was broken he was sure of it. It was of little consequence, he didn't need it for his job anyway. The documents, she didn't need to see but it wouldn't be the end of the world if she did, mostly just registration forms some of his notes from the past and current cases. He doubted anybody but himself would be able to read his chicken scratch anyway. His passport would show that he had been over the majority of Europe over the past year, along with his last name that could prove useful to her if she learned of his occupation which was unlikely. There shouldn't of been anything in the bag that would allow her to put those pieces together. Other than that, he wasn't exactly sure what he had stashed in there other than some plane snacks. The battle of egos had begun.

On the one hand if she picked up the bag, there was a chance that he could persuade her to put it back up in the room, where he could have his way with her in a whole new way, he was inspired to say the least. Also, picking up the bag was the only way that he was going to allow her to leave and go to her home or where ever she had been thinking about going, to the cafe if she so chose. If she didn't, he had no problem waiting with her all night on this very spot, there was food in the bag and he was fairly confidant he could get to it without having to actually pick the bag up. He could feel the heat radiating from under her skin and wafting in his direction, her anger was palpable, he could taste it. Whenever he pushed the buttons of people, it tended to bring out the 'see how far you can push' side of Ashton, he thrived off other peoples anger. That was him, he knew how to make friends every so quickly. If his pride wasn't standing in his way he might have succumbed to the nearly overwhelming guilt that was threatening to take over. He wanted to scoop up the contents of his bag and disappear into the ground, never have to look the woman beside him in the eyes ever again. He was more than positive that it would be all too soon for her if she never saw him again. But he couldn't, if he caved she won. He wasn't going to allow a woman to get the best of him ever again. So here he stood, holding whatever scrap of ground he could get his hands on.

That's when it hit him, how absolutely stupid the whole thing was. Sinking to a squatting position he covered his face with his hands. With the enclosed space he was overwhelmed with the smell of iron. Dropping his arms to where his forearms rested on his knees he could feel the pull in his calves. Three years later, and he was still stooping to such moronic tactics. He was grown, he should have learned something by now shouldn't he. Knowing that he was never going to see his woman again if either of them could help it, laughter broke through. He was positive this would either confuse or anger her further but he didn't much care. It started small, and got deeper. It honestly wasn't that funny but it was just a damned bag. What did he care if some wench was so upset that she couldn't be in his company that she broke something, he just wouldn't have her back again. He wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself. He was annoyed by her cheap shots, but what did he expect whenever he met her and bedded her within the span of a couple hours? She obviously wasn't anybody of much significance anyway. His eyes shone as he looked up at her again and shrugged. Rising to his feet he kicked the contents of his back bag together, not wanting to bend to restore them to proper order. He didn't want to look at her, lest he see the weakness hiding behind his eyes. It was best that she left now while she was still upset with him. "I did warn you" he muttered softly, his hand trembling as he lit another cigarette. He had, it had been one of the first things he had told her, hours ago. Remembering the gym and why he had gone there in the first place put things into perspective, little firecracker next to him had been a distraction. Suddenly, he couldn't remember what was funny anymore.

[Kaydence Morgan]

Kaydence glimpsed over at Ashton to find him smiling. Did he get turned on by this sort of crap? If so, she really had found herself a winner. The elevator doors couldn’t open fast enough. Perhaps with the presence of a witness in the enclosed space he would be less likely to attack her again. If he did, then there would be someone who could back her story and also clearly identify him. Then again, if he was crazy maybe he would also attack the poor bystander. Kaydence’s eyes widened as she looked straight ahead. She had really gotten herself in deep with this one. She needed to seriously consider running background checks on guys before sleeping with them. At the very least, it wouldn’t do harm to carry a bottle of Veritaserum in her pocket. A little droplet in their drinks was all it would take to find out their life story within seconds.

She felt him near her again as the doors slowly began to open. “I’m going to slug you again if you don’t get away from me,” she muttered. Kaydence began getting her first ready, but once again catching her off guard, Ashton wiped his bloody hand over her tank top. The look on her face had to have been priceless. Also the elevator must have looked like a murder scene to the woman who waited for the doors to fully finish opening. Kaydence was shocked when she actually stepped into the space with them. If she had been in the woman’s shoes she would have patiently waited for the next elevator. The sounds of smooching filled the small space. Kaydence sighed and buried her head into her hand in embarrassment. She felt so bad for the woman. She may have been stupid for choosing to actually join them, but she had no part in their feud. Ashton should have left her alone.

”You’re never going to get rid of me.” The tone in his voice was threatening, but Kaydence was really starting to get tired of this game. “Clearly,” she remarked, continuing to stare straight ahead. The elevator stopped at the second floor and Kaydence shook her head softly. There would be yet another victim in Ashton’s sick game. Instead, the woman had chosen to get off and leave the two of them in there alone once more. This felt like a never ending ride. Sure enough, as soon as the doors closed Ashton pushed a button making the elevator stop completely. “Come on already!” she groaned, “I get the point! You’re pissed and you want me to go get your things. Why don’t you just let us get down there so I can get the damn thing for you!?” He went on to further prove his insanity by grabbing her and putting a coin between her skin and her bra. For a moment Kaydence believed he was about to kiss her. In a way, she hoped he would. Not to rekindle the flames that had brought them together in the first part of the night, but to hopefully bite through his bottom lip.

Letting her drop, Ashton turned and started the elevator again. “Aren’t you quite the charmer,” she said in response to his rudeness. While landing, Kaydence had managed to fall on top of the hand she had used to punch him in the nose. Pain shot through her arm as she forced herself up. She grimaced while cradling her injured hand. Although in pain she was proud of herself. If her hand hurt this bad then she must have done a number on his nose. She quickly glanced up and saw blood still trailing down though more faded. Kaydence chuckled. At least she hadn’t forgotten how to hit.

Relief filled her as the elevator sounded its final ding. The doors opening followed and she almost ran out of them as fast as she could. Still remembering Ashton behind her Kaydence slowed her pace as to not get too far ahead of him. Merlin only knew what he’d do if he lost sight of her. Once reassured that he was satisfied by tossing her hair about, she led him to the doors of the resort. Nothing upset her more than when someone so carelessly touched her, especially her hair. Kaydence was very proud of the long tresses that flowed down her back. It repulsed her to think of someone’s greasy, and in this case bloody, finger tips tainting it. His touch had once been welcomed, but now she just wanted to cut off any strands that had been diseased.

”Don’t touch that.” Kaydence had been so distracted by her repulsion that she didn’t even notice that they were now outside standing in front of two doormen. She smiled at her handiwork sprawled across the ground. Loose galleons covered parts of the sidewalk. Bits of foreign money popped out of the side of the pack. Kaydence recognized it as muggle money from her own travels. Her curiosity once again peeked its head out at the sight. What was he doing with those cursed bills? She wondered what it was that he did that would require the use of them. The feeling of uneasiness hit her. There were certain jobs that required muggle money. Kaydence didn’t question him about it. Her freedom was within reach and she wanted nothing more badly than to embrace it. She was even seriously considering just putting his things in the damn bag and handing it to him so she could walk away.

But Kaydence’s pride got in the way. The image of her stooping down to put away the things she had broken was sickening. Kaydence never apologized for her actions as she had always meant what she did. Tossing his bag over his balcony was Ashton’s payback for offering her money. Thinking about the money again had reminded Kaydence of the galleon still resting between her skin and bra. How it was possible she didn’t even know, but more anger built up inside of her. She was being treated like a child being punished for all of Ilfracombe to see. She couldn’t see the faces of the doormen, but could feel their eyes watching the scene unfold before them. Though she was mad that one of them hadn’t stepped in to ask if she was alright. Her hand was numb. Surely she could force one more punch to Ashton’s nose with it. If she could break out three, one for Ashton and two for the doormen who remaining quiet, even better.

Laughter broke the silence outside of the resort. Kaydence turned her head, knowing that it was Ashton. She was dumbfounded by the insanity coursing through the veins of a man who had earlier seemed so normal compared to now. In some sick and twisted way though, Kaydence liked it. Ashton was like a box of mysteries. She never knew what would be in her hand once grasping something and pulling it out. He was someone that she wouldn’t get bored of easily. She may pop a blood vessel or two being in his presence, but she would always be kept guessing which version she’d be getting to know next. He was a complex man with a story or two behind his blue eyes. Kaydence would have to decide whether or not to turn the pages to keep reading. Unsure of what she was doing Kaydence began to put the loose items back in his bag. Ultimately, she would discover that it had been out of pity. Pity for a man who was a basketcase. She grabbed a few of the stray galleons on the pavement and enclosed them in her left hand. “Payment for my troubles,” she told him, allowing the rest to go into his bag.

When most of his belongings appeared to be back in his bag Kaydence stood up straight and inclined her head to it. “Be happy you got that much out of me.” Kaydence was surprised herself that she had gone as far as she did to retrieve his things. Hopefully he would understand how big of a thing it was to her. Sighing, Kaydence began walking away from him. She was glad this ordeal was over with. There was nothing more that he could possibly say to her or her to him. Turning on her heel, Kaydence decided to leave him with one last parting sentence. “I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again soon.” Secretly, she hoped they would. Ashton had intrigued her, so much so that she was positive he would consume her thoughts for the next few days. At least it’d be a nice distraction from the memories that usually plagued her. She spun back forward and continued walking away, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to see if he was following her. It probably would have been smarter to just apparate back home. Deep down, she wanted him to watch which way she left. That way it may be easier for them to bump into each other sooner rather than later.

[Ashton Wentworth]

As he rose to his feet he half expected her to have already left, he didn't hear the soft popping sound that was indicative of her apparating away. What on earth could possibly be keeping her here? The backs of his calves were starting to burn, the laces of his boots moving in the breeze was creating a scraping sound on the pavement. He was surprised to see small hands start picking at the contents scattered across the driveway. Not daring to lift his head lest she attempt once again to bite it off he exhaled slowly before taking another drag from his cigarette. A half hearted smile played across his features, she was all smoke and mirrors. Puffed up and no where to go, otherwise she could have just left his things for him to pick up himself. A thousand thoughts were running in his mind, he felt a pang of unfamiliar guilt for his actions not long ago, both the good ones and the bad ones. She hadn't needed to be shoved against the elevator, but he couldn't help feel like he was cheating on the memory of his wife. He found it amusing that the one and only time he felt remorse about cheating on her was after she had passed.

“Payment for my troubles,” He half expected her to take all of it glancing up at the sound of her voice he smiled genuinely which was also rare for him. A real smile from him was almost as rare as him romancing a woman. “Be happy you got that much out of me.” snorting once as he held back a laugh he shook his head. "I think you will find I can get almost anything I want out of you" He teased with a wink, attempting to pass through all the mishap and leave her with a semi pleasant memory from tonight, though he wasn't sure why he was trying it was unlikely to work. Glancing down at the bag he stooped to close the bag as best as possible since the zipper was broken, the fact that she had completely passed up the muggle money hadn't slipped his notice. “I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again soon.” Her voice sounded further away, it was then that he chose to look up and she was standing under the car port, Shaking his head "I wouldn't count on it" She could take that as she pleased, but he was willing to bet that if by some off chance the fates brought them back together it wouldn't be nearly as pleasant as it had been this time, minus one little hiccup.

Hands laced behind his head he couldn't help but smile. Kicking the soles of his shoes against the pavement he started to feel better. Maybe it would be good that he had returned after all. Flinging the butt of his cigarette into the breeze he slid his hands into a resting position in his pocket perplexed. Her last few comments had confused him, it was like she had moved past the middle as he had. The automatic doors opened as he grew closer and the doormen stared, seemingly hoping to get the details of their encounter. "Did you" one started, to which Ashton patted the man on the back and shrugged as if to say what do you think? and headed straight back to the elevators, pack hanging off of his shoulders. Pulling the hotel key from his teeth he ascended to his room. As he headed down the hall and closed his door behind him he kicked off his boots and dropped his bag. Falling face first into the dissembled sheets he grinned, her smell lingered in the fabric, as he forgot about his hunger and succumbed to sleep he smile never left once.