The pair just seemed comfortable enough to be able to talk to one another about nearly anything. After all, it wasn't just fantasies or kinks that they'd discussed - no, they'd covered a wide variety of topics, including some that were far more serious than most would expect either to willingly mention. They'd had a number of conversations about Wes' kids and the issues he had with them (and them with him) and never before had Cat told anyone as much about her past as she had with him. It was nice to have, given that she was pretty sure each of them were used to relationships that worked very differently from the way theirs did now. Perhaps meeting at Halcyon had set things up to work so openly - after all, it did eliminate the big issue of how and when to tell someone that you were slightly more than human. Each had known from the beginning what the other was, which probably made understanding the difficulties that came along with their separate species a little easier to accept. Whatever it was about them that worked, it was nice that it did.
If there was anything better than a hot stripper giving you a lap dance, it had to have been adding your significant other into the mix. Not only was the visual factor upped, but there was no rule that said you couldn't get handsy with the person you came with - definitely a plus. Cat hadn't been expecting the dancer to pull her from her seat to join her, but she wasn't about to complain. Besides, it seemed safe to guess that Wes was going to enjoy that little change of events - as he'd pointed out, he did have two knees after all. "Guess we'd better put them to good use, then..." she grinned, watching as he made himself just a bit more comfortable in the booth she'd vacated.
There was only a momentary pause in the festivities as the club's music took a second to switch over, the beat that came through next a bit slower than the last, the perfect timing for a tempting swing of the hips. Given that she'd never exactly given a lap dance before, Cat was surprised as how easily she fell into step beside the dancer. Of course, this was Wes after all, it wasn't like the pair had ever had a problem conjuring up that chemistry. Plus, unlike the dancer, she could touch and be touched back - which came in handy when she decided to give him a more literal lap dance, her hips grinding against a key part of his anatomy as she arched her back against him. Tonight had turned out to be quite the adventure, after all.