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Spending time with Axel was so easy, so fluid. While he was a constant reminder of the day they'd met, the circumstance, he was also a constant reminder that he was one of the good ones. Tempest was a cynical brat that tipped closer on the scales of pessimism than optimism, but if there was one thing she could believe; one thing she could trust; was that while Axel had a tainted black mark on his soul from the crime they committed together, he had a heart of gold. A part of her believed that golden heart would get him into some deep trouble... perhaps it already had. But he was a man who could handle his own. He was warm, kind, caring, with just the right mixture of grit and roughness in there, too. It was enough to make her heart throb and her stomach clench, but she tried like all hell to keep that contained. <br/>
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In all honesty, even before the traumatizing affair she'd endured, she couldn't remember feeling this comfortable curled up against a man. Even back then, there was always some... expectation near the end of it. Like cuddling up to them came with a price. She wasn't so sure it was a fault of man, or her awful choice in men beforehand. Most likely the latter, really. Little by little she could feel herself completely relax and mold into his side, up until the point that she thought he was leaving. She averted her eyes from that disapproving look, because she did know better than to think he'd pull something so conniving on her. Luckily, they moved rather fast to the Big Bad Wolf. "Yes, Ax Man. I think you could pull off the lumberjack look if you wanted to," she smirked, nudging his side before snickering. "You know... I don't doubt that." She let out a chime of laughter at the image of him wearing a hot dress. "Oh, definitely. I've got this stretchy black number, low back... Get you a good push up and you'll have better cleavage than me," she pouted, reaching her hand out to pat his pectoral closest to her. She scrunched her face. "Damn right no mother hennin'. Whoop ya ass..." She grumbled at him, before snorting about the cuffs. Eyeing him, she lifted her chin. "What makes you think I haven't learned how to pick locks yet? A smart girl always keeps a bobby pin 'round..." She smirked, though she tried to ignore the clenching of muscle beneath her navel that was rather surprising. It wasn't like she was a nun, even considering what she'd been through. She didn't trust, and couldn't bring herself to be in such a vulnerable position with a man... but Axel wasn't just any man... <i>No, Tempest. Cut the shit. Hell's wrong with you, girl? </i><br/>
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Brushing off her mental scolding as he rose from her side, she straightened from her lean to provide the room for him to get out of it. "I won't say no to another one," she admitted, knocking back and practically chugging the remnants of her beer in the bottle she was holding. Lifting her fist to her mouth, she squeezed one eye shut to suppress a belch, because while she wasn't all that lady like. At least not in the sense of being a delicate flower. "Ngh..." she grunted, shaking her head as she leaned forward to set her empty bottle on the coffee table. While she was sitting up, it was easy to snag the fresh beer he set on the table for her. "Thanks." Taking a swig of it, she eased back in rather good timing for him to sweep his arm around her again. She did her best not to get too red in the face when he swept her hair back and looked at her. She found it difficult to meet his gaze when he looked at her like that. She didn't see what in the hell he would be admiring about her. At best, she was a hot mess and didn't think she deserved those looks from him. He had so much more to offer a better woman. Thank heavens he cracked that joke that almost made her choke on the swallow of beer, but she managed to swallow it roughly. Releasing a crackled laugh from the carbonated drink, she shook her head. "Ya wanna borrow some yoga pants? Juicy sweat pants? Might be a little short on ya... capris. But you could strut ya stuff in 'em and not get ass all over m'couch cushions," she teased right back without hesitation. "Jus' gotta rub it in, don't you?" She wrinkled her nose at him, giving his side a light jab with her elbow before shaking her head. <br/>
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For a moment, she caught herself tilting her head into the rake of his fingers through her hair. She'd be lying if she said it didn't feel nice. "Ya gonna brush my hair and braid it, Crowe?" She smirked coyly to his devilish grin that looked far too good on him. After all, the devil was an angel. Just fallen from grace. When the talking ceased for a hot minute, she busied her mouth instead by giving proper mouth to mouth to her beer bottle. She didn't nurse it so much as take it in by heavy gulps that plumped her cheeks at times. She wasn't concerned about the beer he drank, after all.. he'd gotten her burgers and given her a ride home. If anything, she still owed him. "What? Nooooo, I don't wannaaaaaa," she whine-groaned when he claimed it was bedtime, her head tipping back dramatically. Her head snapped up with a yip when she felt him scooping her into his lap, and though she tensed immediately to his boldness, the trust she had him allowed the maneuver to go through. "Dammit, Crowe. Manhandlin' me and shit," she spat, though her eyes widened when she felt him rise and her arms wrapped around his shoulders quickly. "Axel!" She laughed out, which was a strange sound even to her own ears. Her legs kicked a bit, if only because she wasn't used to being carried in such a manner. "If I was any princess, I'd be Fiona or that redhead from Brave! Ass kicker! I can tussle with the best of 'em!" She huffed, narrowing her eyes playfully at him with the <i>grumpiest </i>expression for him carrying her to bed. "It's not even sunrise yet..." She countered, but it was hard to keep a straight face. It showed by the way the corner of her mouth twitched. Though, she must've been relaxed enough to take a swig of beer while being carted away. <br/>
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She let him lay her down on the bed, keeping up the grumpy look as best as she could as she sprawled over the mattress. Her dark hair splattered across the pillow, not quite dark enough to be fresh but ink faded by sunlight. She put up a mild fight when he tried to take the beer from her, her hands cupping the bottom before she pouted. "It's not empty, though..." She murmured. .... There was maybe <i>one </i>half-swig left. But she just loved giving him a hard time when they were playing around. She let out a dramatic groan when he told her to get in. "I'm not even tired tho--" She trailed off, her dark and sculpted brows soaring to his promise. Squinting, she looked him over with curiosity and amusement. "Good gets a kiss? Fuck do I get if I'm bad?" Though, with two beers in her system and a long night of dancing.. curling up under the covers sounded more than delightful. After a moment of a speculative look to him laying there, she caved to the sweet promise of soft sheets and a plush down comfort. Sighing, "I can't say no to you..." Though it was hard to tell if she was talking to him or the bed. Sitting up some, she grasped the top of the covers and shimmied them down under her back and butt before curling her legs up. Sweeping them under the blankets, she nestled under the blankets and rolled onto her side, resting the side of her face on her hand while her legs curled up, knees resting lightly against the side of his legs under the covers. "Alright, I'm in... you still down to tuck?" She had to press her plump lips firm together to keep herself from sputtering a laugh for the lame ass pun, but she didn't regret it. Maybe it was the beers, or... really, it was just Tempest being Tempest. </span></span>