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Axel's promise made a warm pit in her stomach swell. In that moment, and all the ones before it and thereafter, she believed him. She never quite understood why he stuck around after they'd rid the world of that particular evil; the way he'd helped her in more ways than simple burgers or rides after work. The vigilante detective had become something of a dark guardian angel for her. Dark... only because the lengths he'd go to keep her safe were questionable on the scales of morality and blurred in the lines of the law. It made her both admire and fear for him. <i>But at what cost, Crowe? </i>Those thoughts ebbed away into a more serene moment of gratitude as their continual banter returned. The image he painted of his overgrown raisins had her rasping out a laugh that made her eyes squeeze shut. "Do ya give 'em a pep talk too? Tell 'em their beautiful even in all their wrinkles?" She snickered, just to roll her lips inward in a fight to conceal her laughter at the thought of him singing Barbie Girl in the shower. "Mhm.... So is that the song ya gonna pick when I dress ya up all pretty? We can turn it into a lil' pageant, baby. Show me ya talents," she snickered, shaking her head. <br/>
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Her extended failed attempt to crawl over him smoothly to get to the mattress was a drawn out, exhausting affair. But she'd managed, with one headbutt and a tumbleweed roll. His claim of asking for help had her huffing as she laid there. "I can git it," she grunted at him. "I've been needin' to work on my upper body strength anyhow... I'll count that as one workout this week accomplished," she... very maturely made the raspberry sound with her mouth. A little <i>pffffht! </i>with the tip of her tongue poking out. <br/>
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He questioned if she was sure, and her head nodded slowly. <i>Don't question it, just c'mere! </i>Mostly because she had a terrible habit of overthinking things. "Ain't like ya never comin' over again. Unless I get a new couch in the future, which I don't see that happenin'," she snickered. Her fingers released his shirt as she felt his movement, his body coming closer to her. She brought her arm forward and wiggled down, fixing the sheet lazily with a couple grunts while she tugged the sheet out from under her to drape more smoothly. The heat of his frame coming up to her back made her melt into it slowly. The tickle of his heated breath and lips against her ear made her shiver, reminding her that her shirt was damp from all the cold sweats of the night terror. She hated sleeping in wet clothing. His promise had her nodding weakly, lifting her head when he slipped his arm beneath her neck. Before he could snuggle in too much and get comfortable, she muttered a "hold on" and worked to remove the damp shirt she was wearing, squirming as she hiked it up and over her head with one elbow sunk into the mattress to do it. When she managed, she tossed it down to the floor and collapsed into the bend of his arm, pulling the sheet up to cover herself — more for his sake than hers. She wasn't shy, not anymore. That was an old Tempest she hardly remembered. Now, she could waltz around in nearly nothing without batting a lash. It wasn't until she caught his stiffness or trying not to stare that she remembered not everyone was like that, and she'd at least cover herself to not tease him. He was still a man, after all, and a woman flaunting her body in front of him just seemed rude. Even if she wasn't wearing anything beneath the shirt, she kept her breasts covered by the askew sheet. But it didn't stop her from wiggling back up to him again to let his arm wrap around her stomach once more. "Better," she muttered, resting her head against his bicep. Getting comfortable herself, the arm beneath her bent to rest the back of her hand against his arm, the top arm draping along his wrapped around her waist. <br/>
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In any other circumstance, she would be writhing and in the threat of an anxiety attack as claustrophobia set in. At first, she'd expected it. She waited for her heart to race and her hands to tremble; she waited for her chest to clench and threaten the integrity of her ability to breathe. Yet, it didn't come, even as the seconds, then minutes passed by. The warmth radiating from his laying form and the strength she knew was there in the core of muscle was comforting. His heat drew her in and brought on a heavy need for sleep the more they laid there, slowly closing her eyes on their own accord. She stayed awake a few moments longer, realizing he was asleep by his soft, even breaths. Like counting sheep, she let his breathing lull her into a deep sleep. The relapse of a night terror in one night was rare, if only because the first exhausted her so deeply to begin with. With Axel there, any remaining threat of a Round Two became null. Swept beneath the rug of sleep, a void unconsciousness where no dreams came at all, she didn't know she'd wiggled closer to him in her sleep. Or the way she'd gently pulled his arm tighter around her and hugged it to her chest. <br/>
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As morning came and sleep still clutched to her like an overbearing parent, shielding her from the world. While she wasn't consciously aware of Axel's movements behind her, her body was. The squeeze of his arms to draw her in closer brought a slow sigh from her, the nuzzling into the back of her neck made her body respond with an arch of her back. Which, in turn, only pressed her rear against him and the swelling member between them more prominently. His stilling frame urged hers to return to it's slumbering state, fitted against the bend of his body. However, it didn't last more than perhaps another hour before she stirred, the call of the morning rays filtering into the window threatening to break the spell of warmth and comfort from her. Yet, Tempest was stubborn in her refusal to wake, groggy from the sheer depth of hazy sleep that clogged and fogged her mind. Shifting in the confines of his arms, she groaned softly for the aches that inhabited her muscles from the night's terrors, but... the shifting of her hips against him brought on an almost delicate purr as her body caught up with other stiff muscles before her mind could. With her eyes still closed and her mind cluttered, her spine rolled in a dreadfully slow, almost serpentine motion that rolled her backside against his hips. The motion caused the already askew sheet to snake down her chest, exposing the plump mounds to the air as she tilted back against him. "Mn.... that's 'n awful lotta meat, Mr. Cheesebuger Man," she mumbled groggily and almost unintelligibly in her half-asleep state. </span></span>