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Axel was never disappointed by Tempest's feisty nature; she was a woman that he could truly connect with. That fire and passion that came out when they messed around or when he tried to assert himself; it was... perfect. She was, in his eyes, an endearing, exquisite woman that didn't deserve the rough ride she'd had in life. It killed him to see her struggle; and he noticed the same reaction when he brushed her hair back. The woman almost seemed... ashamed, and he couldn't see why. He loved to dote on her; it wasn't just because she'd be hungry after her shift, but because he knew she enjoyed it. That's why he brought with him burgers and usually something to take the edge off her work. Thankfully, her words dragged him out of his thoughts. "Fuck yeah, I'll take the juicy pants. This ass needs to be shown, don't you think? I've worked too hard on squats not to cash in." The male snickered playfully. "Oh come on, you'll love it. You'll have my cheeks imprinted on your couch for life." Of course, now he was just being cheeky.<br/>
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Even if it was only for a second, Axel noticed the way the female eased into his touch; she enjoyed it. "I'm going to braid it into pigtails, then we'll call you Heidi." A smirk grew over his rugged features, it almost gave his orbs a rather menacing look, as if he may lash out to braid her hair in that very moment. "Well, you gotta rest!" Was all he could protest. He knew she worked hard, and it was demanding. Still, he kept his true opinions to himself; all that mattered was that she was safe, and cared for. Which she was. He would make sure of it. "You're damn right, manhandling to get you to sleep. If you behaved I wouldn't have to put you to bed kicking and screaming." The male winked playfully down to the woman he carried, rather easily at that. The man was genuinely surprised and happily surprised at that, when he heard a genuine laugh from her. "Yes you would, I have no doubt you'd be kicking any prince that tried to hit on you. They'd all limp away, shamed and disgraced." The thought alone brought a laugh to him, causing him to shake his head, she was incredibly cheeky. Her expression didn't phase him, not one bit. Especially as he saw the side of her lips twitch, she was just ragging on him.<br/>
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Despite her facade of grumpiness, the male gaze toward toward her, watching as she tried to fight him. "Uh huh." He glanced toward the beer bottle, it was pretty close to being empty. Axel snickered as she reacted to his comment, "A hard spank and some cuffs." What caught him off guard was the what she said after. He rose a brow to her, wondering if it was the bed or him that she was referring to. Nevertheless, he pushed down his curiosity and observed the woman as she got comfortable. A warm laugh escaped him upon hearing her words. He'd been gazing back at her, but upon her request he rose and knelt down onto the bed with one knee. "Oh really?" He snickered, grabbing the duvet in two firm, strong hands before raising it around her neck and then he started to trail down her body, pressing the sheets against her form. It was meant as a joke, but he felt his hands lingering over her ever so slightly. There was a hint of stiffness in his jeans, which he didn't appreciate. It wasn't the time or place to suddenly feel... urges. "I never tuck, I expect the woman to do it." He offered her a wink before gazing over her. "Nice and snug as a bug in a rug?"<br/>
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The male paused, he was trying to make sure he didn't let his semi bulge be seen. "If you need anything, I'll be rubbing my ass all over your couch." With that, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his lips was clear, as was the odd softness. He drew back quickly enough and made his way out of the bedroom. Axel tried to stop himself, but he caught his gaze wandering to her from the hallway. She was... something. Beautiful, curled up in her bundle and looking like an angel; he just wished he could've been closer to her. The male avoided that, he didn't want to push her, or make her feel uncomfortable. That was the most important thing to him; her comfort and safety. Even if he had dreams frequently about her, along with daily daydreams, distractions. There wasn't much time Tempest wasn't in his mind. He did wonder if she was becoming an obsession for him; but no, he forced those thoughts back. Axel wasn't a man to be obsessed, overprotective on the other hand...<br/>
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Once he was sure his precious cargo was setting off to sleep, he began to clear away the beer bottles, tossing them almost silently into the trash before clearing the caps from the counter. A stifled sigh left him as he made his way to the couch, he had a big workload currently, and he was concerned with how it was going to lessen. It would take a hell of a lot of effort and more bodies. They were understaffed as it was, and payment cuts were becoming more apparent. A few restructures had taken place already, Axel was lucky he didn't lose his job. Then again, his record spoke for itself. They couldn't afford to lose him. It didn't mean he was safe, though. Nothing would surprise him, and that was worrying.<br/>
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Reluctantly, he kicked off his shoes and eased himself onto the couch. He placed a pillow underneath his head as he got comfortable. The man could sleep anywhere, even on the floor. It didn't bother him, in fact, the couch was rather comfortable. It wasn't long after he closed his eyes that he began to dream. And he began to mumble in his sleep as he saw a rather naked, alluring woman standing in a kitchen. It was confusing. The room was almost bright white; like heaven was presumed to be. It was when the naked woman, with an exquisite rear, turned around that he noticed who it was. It was needless to say there was arousal as he slept, dreaming of the woman who was in the next room. "Mmm... baby just like that.." He grumbled huskily, almost inaudibly, "Mmm, keep... going," A pleasured expression graced his features before... it suddenly fell. "N..o.." He shook his head slightly, his face soon turned to horror, in the dream and in his physical body. The scene of a naked Tempest turned into a horror movie. She stood before two cheeseburgers on a countertop... And she slathered mayo onto the bun. It was inconceivable. "Why..." He murmured in distress.</span>