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Axel didn't comment on what he'd just done, he'd keep that under wraps for that moment. He did, however, snicker as she commented about Biy Willy's. "Darn, you should've asked me to interview for you, little lady." The male offered her a sly wink as he kept his focus on his food and the drive. "Well he better not, or I will come in and raid the shit out of that place. I have the time and I have the authority." The male's gaze didn't leave her as he spoke, swiftly gazing back as he took another bite of his burger. The male couldn't help his deep, low chuckle every time she spoke to her food. If only he got as much affection as that burger did. "So much meat, huh? Missing some of that?" The male snickered as he polished off the last of his burger. In truth, he'd had a big lunch, and it seemed that she was far more hungry than he was. There was no concern for him, he may as well leave it for her to finish. "Nah, you have it," The male offered a smile, "You enjoy it far more. You know, one of these days you're going to hear those burgers talk back." The mere idea made him chuckle at the thought, she'd most likely give the burger some argument before eating it. Shit, he really needed sleep. "Easy there my little chipmunk, you're going to choke." He quipped about her eating, despite his own that had been almost exactly the same.<br/>
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Once he'd stopped, the male gave her all of his attention. The way she looked at him, the slight doe eyes, he knew exactly what she was going to say. "Never, you know I prefer to do it. I don't trust shit around here." The male murmured softly, a hint of a softness about his features before he focused on her words. Beer. The idea was rather tempting. As she managed to get herself out of the car, the male chuckled softly and shook his head. She was determined to be independent. Axel could respect that, and he did. He knew the last thing she wanted, or needed, was someone telling her what to do or how to do it. As she led the way up toward her place, the male stuck close by her. His body only a few inches away, ready to leap in front of her if he needed to. Axel despised seeing her so worked up, so paranoid. It made his heart ache. A woman as beautiful and as lively as she was, confined and restricted by feelings that were so incredibly damaging. She was too good for that. He would make sure that someday, she would find peace.<br/>
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As he noticed her continuing to eat on the way up the stairs, he eyed her slightly. "I can admire the dedication, but if you choke I'll have to cop a feel when I give you the heimlich." The male shot her a playful grin, trying to ease the tension as they reached her floor. Axel wished he could take the pain away, that he could remove her fear and give her wings, as she deserved, but right in that moment all he could do was be beside her. It was a gift many people didn't get from her. Hell, he didn't know anyone that managed to see more of her than he did. The male observed the way she entered her home, the swift movements, the inspection. Once she was content, he made his way in further. One thing he didn't want to do was take over or undermine her own checks; it was good that she got used to seeing that nobody was there. Even he feared it would happen, but with their past, it was somewhat reasonable. One of these days he needed to get her a gun, at least then she'd have a sure way to protect herself if someone was waiting.<br/>
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"Any time. Next time I know what to bring you after a long shift." His gaze travelled over her body as she patted her bare flesh. It almost made him twitch. That woman, the way she devoured her food, even with her chipmunk cheeks... She was something else. When she returned with a beer in hand for him, his fingers reached out to take the bottle and brushed over hers ever so slightly. Tempest was warm, soft, he dared even think about any other areas of her body. "Thanks, I needed this." He took a long swig. Driving back didn't deter him from drinking, one beer was fine. Besides, he wasn't going to deny her the reason they'd both 'invited' him up with. It at least, hopefully, gave her a feeling of relief. Axel made his way to the couch before easing himself down. His legs parted slightly, his large figure taking up a good deal of room as one hand rested on his knee with beer in hand, as the other draped over the back of the couch. "I want to take you to a firing range." His words seemed to just pop out. "I think it'd be good for you, I can show you the ropes.. Then we can look at getting you a gun. I'm sure it'd help, just in case I'm not there." It was written all over his face. If he wasn't there to protect her, he didn't know what he would do. <br/>
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In that moment, he rose, placing his beer down after taking a swig and made his way to her. It was a tender touch, his hand raised to cup her cheek lightly before raising her gaze with a tender nudge to her chin. "This isn't for you, it's more of a selfish thing for me. I need to know that if I'm on call, you're safe. I would drop anything to come to you, but if for whatever reason I'm unable, or I don't make it.. I need you to be looked after, somehow. I don't want to hear any of this 'I'll be okay, I'm fine' I need to know it. I need to know you'll be able to put any fucker down that tries anything, okay?" His words were firm, and logical, but the emotion in his voice came through more than he'd expected. "That asshole outside of the club. He propositioned me for you, he wanted to pay hundreds to touch you. Someone that desperate... I'm not trying to scare you." He sighed softly, his rage was also pouring through. How dare anyone think they could buy her. "Until we get you some kind of protection, I'm getting you from the club every night after work. Even if I have to bribe you with cheeseburgers, curly fries, the works." His gaze never left hers. Even when he rose his index finger and booped her nose with a casual demeanor. "Okay, pineapple?"</span>