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</span>​</div><span style="font-family:Philosopher">"Baby, you <i>better </i>keep that promise," Tempest chimed a soft laugh. The mention of <i>working out </i>together every night brought a soft purr from her lips. She peered at him as he got that devilish smile, her eyes squinting at him. She had nothing to be ashamed of, and she damn well wasn't sorry for it, either! "Yes, I was," she bluntly told him. "Ya gonna do that in my shower, I got every right to listen in," she teased in, catching her plump bottom lip between her teeth. "Makin' me jealous of my own shower 'n shit..." she muttered to him, accusatory, as if he'd done it on purpose. <br/>
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It took every ounce of her will power... and then some... to walk away from Axel right then. In all of his muscular, water-soaked glory. He was a dream to any woman's eyes, and there was a stir beneath her navel knowing he was just as much hers, as she was his. Tempest had never been good with verbalizing her feelings, or making any sort of move... Yet, this physical connection they'd both shared felt more like any official conversation than they could've had with words. <br/>
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She'd barely made it out of that bathroom, forcing her legs to move so she didn't turn right back around and pounced him all over again. She tried to remind herself that he had work, that he'd be late. She managed to dry off, pat her hair down and slip on one of her silk robes before padding to the kitchen on bare feet. She got the coffee started as promised, and let it brew as she took out mugs for them each. She heard the water shut off and him come out of the bathroom. By the time he came around to the kitchen, her head turned back to look at him with a smile on her face. "Well, hello, handsome..." she murmured, looking him over. To the chiseled shift of muscles when he moved, to the droplets of water cascading down his shoulders from his hair. She felt that clench below her navel once more, the warmth that spread there. It amplified as she felt his strong arms wrap around her. She leaned back into him, feeling his body heat through the thin fabric of her robe. "Mn... ain't gonna let'cha if ya keep that up," she muttered, glancing back at him as he spread his hand over her body, using that <i>tone </i>on her. It made her shiver as she felt his hot breath on her ear. <br/>
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A broad mischievous grin spread on her face as he called her the fuck out. "Did'ja now? I don't quite know what you're accusin' me of, Detective Crowe." It took everything she had not to break into laughter then and there. He <i>knew </i>exactly what she'd been up to. She closed her eyes to the warm press of lips she felt at the back of her head, the soft hum of a sigh that came with it. She nodded her head belatedly, having gotten sucked into the feeling of his kiss, the firmness of his body against her back. "Same time, and m'ready for round two... three... Y'name it," she teased him, turning halfway before she dished out a cheeky swat to his rear. "Now y'git... can't think straight with all this muscle and sexy man in front'a me," she flapped her hands at him, a broad smile on her face as she hated to see him go... but loved to watch him leave. <br/>
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Once he was out of the room, she set to work getting their coffees made as he got dressed, handing off his when he came back. She leaned against the counter as he made some suggestions. "Hot bath <i>does </i>sound amazin'," she admitted, lifting her mug to swallow more of her own coffee. She just barely managed to swallow it down before a soft laugh was breathed out. "Your <i>inner peace? </i>Well, damn, Axel, here I was thinkin' ya liked a little chaos," she teased him. Though, seeing him get closer and closer to the door, the more restless she got. No, Tempest wasn't the clingy type. It was more the factor that it felt like too much of a big - no, <i>huge </i>- step in their relationship... too big to just... <i>leave. </i>It didn't set right with her. He wasn't just a frivolous encounter she'd taken home that night, to watch him leave that morning without a care in the world. Just minutes ago, they'd taken that leap. <br/>
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"Axel." Her voice was soft, almost nervous and not like Tempest much at all. It was a lot to ask of him, considering his job. It wasn't <i>responsible. </i>But after everything they'd been through, she figured they could go a day of being irresponsible without suffering for it. She put her coffee mug down on the counter, discarding it as she walked toward him like the storm her name meant. Reaching him, her hands lifting up to curl around the back of his neck. Pressing against him, she reached up on her tip toes to press her lips against his firmly, meaningfully. Her tongue slid out, seeking out his. She kissed him for a long moment, her head tilting into the passionate kiss as her fingers wove through his damp hair. Then, she pulled back, but just enough to speak. Her tongue swabbed over her lips to retain the remainder of his taste. "Stay," she whispered to him, letting out a soft sigh. "I know it's askin' a lot, but I think the city can survive without ya for one day," she murmured to him, her eyes opening to look up at him. Hell, if anything... that cowboy could <i>use </i>a day off from work. "Could... share that hot bath with me," she opted, her fingers brushing across the back of his neck. </span>