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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">If anyone could get away with not being gentle with her, it was Axel. Sometimes it drove her absolutely crazy how he treated her like fragile glass. She knew he was looking out for her, not wanting to stir up what had happened to her. But another part of her was only made aware of her vulnerability when treated as such. She was conflicted on how she felt about it. Though, she only hoped last night didn't make him see her as broken, chipped glass instead of fragile. A part of her felt closer to him for it, knowing it hadn't scared him away. He'd stayed with her that night, held her and even slept next to her. It only showed her how much more of a rock he was to her, a solid leaning post that maybe... <i>maybe </i>she could find herself leaning on just a little bit more instead of hiding everything from him. <br/>
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Largely, she couldn't help but notice just how good it had felt to wake up with his warmth and body next to her. A part of her life she'd pushed away to avoid anyone seeing those wretched nights that shook her world and turned it upside down. Though, it wasn't just any body that she'd enjoyed tangled and pressed against her when waking, but his. He soothed the brooding storm churning in her gut when he was around. She shut everyone out, even the girls at work. He knew her darkest secrets, and had been involved with the darkest of them all the moment he handed her that gun. <br/>
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Now, even as her conscious stirred and surfaced, all too aware of the way her body had reacted to his touch and the press of hardened flesh against her. There was no urge to hit him like there would be with any other man, and the moment his body wasn't there, she missed it instantly. <i>Noooo, come back. </i>She snorted to his retort for the stripper pole comment. "Don't tempt me," she grunted. "Start usin' ya for practice at work. Squats are a bitch without some motivation," she huffed. She wasn't helping his situation, and wasn't thinking about the effect it may have in the moment. A laugh bubbled in her throat, and she didn't take his endearing tease in a negative way. Squinting over at him, her plush lips pulled into a smirk of it's own accord. "That's more like it, Mr. Cheeseburger Man," she sniffed haughtily, lifting her chin some. <br/>
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With those slightly widened eyes staring at him post-brush, his threat of arrest just had her eyeing him fiercely. "I'm startin' to think ya just wanna get me in a set o' cuffs. Ya gonna read me my rights, Officer?" <i>There's a few things I wouldn't mind ya holdin' against me. Ain't too sure how lawful it is, though. </i>With an utterly serious expression when the dispute of objectification came up, she shook her head slowly. "....No. In the last hour I've pictured you as a cheeseburger and a stripper pole. We're past objectification, sugar," she informed him, her lips twitching in threat of smirking as the back of her head patted his stomach. She couldn't help but watch him get closer, her head turning ever so slightly to allow a clear path for her ear when he leaned in. The brushing heat of his breath that caressed the crest of her ear and the gravelly sound of his whispered voice stirred gooseflesh along her body, her thighs subtly pressing together as it twisted a knot beneath her belly button. The mixture of his voice and the words he spoke was almost too much, threatening to bubble the pot over. The cherry on the top of that morning's events, feeling his rigid flesh against her, the caressing of his hands that left an impression of heat in it's wake. Even after it was long gone. Her breathing hitched before she got it under control. <br/>
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Just as her lids had fluttered shut, the moment was broken by the mention of him showering... or worse, maybe. The vivid image of him naked, hard and dripping from the water behind closed lids had them snapping open as she cleared her throat and swallowed. "'Course ya can, sug," she murmured, trying to wash her mind of that image so she didn't just scramble off the bed after him and pounce like a jungle cat in the wild. It didn't stop those dull brown eyes from latching onto him as he rose, remaining under her sheet as if it had any weight in keeping her there. Her nose wrinkled, a soft huff leaving her. <i>How the hell does he think I'm gonna be able to sleep after all that? </i>"I slept like the dead after, I'll be fine. I'll make some coffee," she informed him, that stubborn tone in her voice obvious it was pointless to argue. <i>I'll win, don't test me! </i>She watched the way his body moved, the muscle beneath the fabric that shifted with lithe agility and years of training to be the man he was today. Before she could help herself, a plush bottom lip was abused between her teeth even as she heard the bathroom door quietly close beneath him. "Son of a bitch," she muttered, closing her eyes with a heavy sigh as her hands came up to rub her face and rake through the tangles of her hair. <br/>
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Opening her eyes to stare up at the ceiling a moment, a brief moment of contemplation fluttered beneath her navel of rubbing one out herself. Shaking her head, she tossed off the sheet before uprighting herself and settling her feet on the floor with the turn of her legs. Pushing up, she walked to where her silky robe hung from a hook on the closet door, pulling it down and slipping her arms through. Removing the panties beneath that were admittedly damp from the effects of the hunky piece of man meat inhabiting her shower, and she balled them up before tossing them into her hamper with a huff. Making a mental note to do laundry later, she cinched the robe around her waist and padded on bare feet toward the kitchen with the means of starting a fresh brew of coffee for him to leave with. However, she didn't get that far when a particular sound drew her attention to the bathroom door. Her brows knitted together as she slowly walked toward it, considering knocking and asking if he was alright.. when the sound of groaning filtered through the spray of water and the closed door. Stilling with her raised, her head turned as she leaned toward the door, brows soaring nearly to her hairline. <i>Is he....? </i><br/>
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The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. All that time of carelessly walking around in revealing clothing, the flirtatious comments and teasing... then this morning. It was never that she'd forgot <i>after all, he is a man, </i>but her ignorance that he could ever see the train wreck of a woman standing there in any situation close to sexual. Even in her profession, she was humble about her looks if not utterly blind to them. In the same breath, she simply didn't care what others thought of her enough to worry about things like modesty or hiding her body like a nun. Yet, the idea of Axel resulting to finishing himself off in the shower after her incessant teasing stirred a knot of guilt in her gut. But that wasn't all. The thought that he was so overwhelmed with lust to do so in <i>her </i>shower bloomed a slick coating of excitement between her thighs as they rubbed together. <i>How long had it been... for either of us? </i>She was aware of how much time he spent between work and her... did he even have time to be with other women? <br/>
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Her raised hand flattened against the door as the other came slowly up to the knob, her throat delicately jumping with the heavy swallow as she eased it open with a turn of her hand. Nothing in her movements was motivated by pity, but a mutual desire that had amplified from the moment he'd held her that night to being there for her in the morning. The way their bodies had reacted to each other subconsciously and the need she had been refusing to admit was building between them as time wore on. The sexual tension between them was almost heavy enough to weight them both down, neither wanting to overstep the lines or make any move. But here, now, she was driven by a lustful need to touch him, be touched by him, that she could no longer ignore. Closing the door behind her to not let out the steam from the shower, she could make out the outline of his body and where his hand was that made the soft, pink velvet tongue sweep across the plush swell of a bottom lip. Her fingers found the sash of her robe and pulled it loose before a roll of her shoulders slid the silk down her body to drop to the floor. Left stark naked while she watched his form through the frosted glass dripping with condensation of steam, she walked toward that door and grasped the handle to pull the glass door open to admit another into the stand up shower as she stepped inside.... </span></span>