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</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 12px">With the thralls of sleep clutching to her like the tentacles of an octopus, reluctant to let her go, her mind was hardly in a logical or coherent state to be fully aware of what was happening. Even with the hands at her breasts, the soft caresses of strong hands was all too endearing. The press of his hips against her rear and the rasp of a deep baritone in her ear prompted goose flesh to bump over her exposed torso and spread down her arms like wild fire. It prickled like electricity down her spine, sending shivers to quake gently through her body. The wanton growl in his voice made her legs shift, thighs rubbing together slightly as the effects of that all too enticing voice effected her body more than it should've. "Mn, don't make a promise ya not gonna keep," she whined softly under her breath, her own voice gritty from sleep. <br/>
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Axel seemed to rise to consciousness before Tempest could, the warm cocoon of flesh and muscle he'd created trying to drag her under the waves of sleep all over again. She'd never been easy to wake in the morning, and it was more than likely a good thing she worked nights. The burying of his face into her neck brought an almost girlish, soft giggle as she squirmed in his arms. "Ticklin', fucker," she mumbled, feeling the bristles of his beard against her soft, supple skin. Which... her squirming only aided in the rubbing against a particular member between them standing at attention already. <br/>
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It wasn't until he was moving away from her and adjusting the sheet that her brows knitted together, an annoyed huff leaving her lips. Not for the groping, not right now, but because her back was suddenly subject to the chill of the room in contrast. Grumbling, her arm slithered beneath the sheet to pull it up to her shoulders to keep some of that warmth close. It was his voice that summoned her conscious to rise again, drawing her away from those sticky clutches. Long lashes batted in rapid blinking of squinting eyes against the morning light filtering into the room, staring at the bedroom wall as realization of what just happened came flooding into memory and awareness. <i>Oh shit... I wasn't grinding a cheeseburger... that was Axel... well, guess it's a good thing I didn't try to take a bite out of him.... This time. </i>Her arms snaked out from beneath the sheet to rub her eyes with a grunt, the sheet entangling her more as she rolled onto her back and almost threatening another nip slip when her hip caught the fabric. "No... no... I was the one tryna use ya like a stripper pole," she mumbled, her balled fists falling from her face when she stopped rubbing her eyes, opening to adjust the sheet and holding it up to cover her breasts as her elbows to work herself into a propped position. Squinted dull brown eyes slid around the room before looking over to him, her hair putting Medusa to shame in it's sleep-mussed disarray. "I ain't innocent innit, don't make it weird," she snickered, her head tipping back with a wide yawn as her hand reached out to pat his stomach.... or... tried to... However, she misjudged his position, as well as hers as her hand skimmed over that hardened flesh tucked beneath jean fabric. "Oops.. sorry," she grunted, her mouth snapping shut but her eyes widened and... she couldn't help but look down at it. <br/>
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So very <i>slowly, </i>her eyes traveled up his lying form to his face as she blinked just as slowly, the back of her hand flopped on his stomach post-brush against his member. "... Well, Detective Crowe.. I wasn't aware ya were packin' that much heat. Ya got a license to carry that thing?" Her brows soared, and... well, Tempest could never be accused of being shy or bashful. No, she absurdly blunt... and crude. </span>