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It was an absolutely intoxicating moment. The simmering heat between them, wrought with tension and feelings held just beneath their quivering lids, it had boiled over into a split second of a decision that lead to the eruption of heat between them. The shower couldn't be held accountable for all the steam in the shower at that point. The intensity of how it felt to have Axel's body pressed to hers, the power that came from his thrusts and the needful growl in his chest. It was almost overwhelming, but not a second to be traded for anything else in the world.<br/>
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Even as they finished, her limbs still clung around him like a koala, her voluptuous chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths post-orgasm. She could feel the pulsing of him inside her, the prerequisite of the climax sure to come. She took prime opportunity as he exposed his throat to her with that embellished moan. Leaning her head forward, she smeared her lips over that Adam's apple, a soft feather-light kiss as he spilled into her. "Mn," she hummed softly, her hips rolling to push his orgasm along, to make it last as much as she could. Her lips pulled back from his throat to welcome the kiss to her forehead, her eyes closing warmly with the soft smile. She was nearly purring under his attention, rich with the spoils of their adventure, the exploration of each other's bodies. She could feel some of it seeping out of her, and she clenched around him to keep him there as long as she possibly could. <i>Don't you go anywhere, you somnabitch... </i></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Her own smirk grew into a slack, lazy smile as she lifted her chin to peer up at him. "Y'ain't seen nothin' yet, baby," she assured him with a saucy shift of her hips in a circle, a motion slightly hindered by the pinning of his frame keeping her to the wall and her exhausted limbs threatening to give up their hold on him. Thankfully, he picked up her slack with his own strong hold. Just as he always had, supporting her. Her shoulders shook slightly with her breathy laughter, and there wasn't an ounce of shame on her face. "Mn... maybe I can just replace ya need for a gym altogether. We can both work out," she murmured, lifting herself only slightly so she could find his lips in a soft, tender kiss that lingered for a moment before she pulled back. The mention of coffee had her catching a swollen bottom lip between her teeth, looking at him. Yet, as always, Tempest wasn't the sort of woman to be bashful. ".... I didn't make it. You're awfully distracting," she furrowed her brows in a playful accusation. Pulling herself closer, her arms wound tighter around his shoulders so she could nuzzle against his ear. Her sultry whisper tickled her lips against the crest of his ear. "I heard you... and I got jealous, wanted to do it m'self," she purred, tipping his lobe sharply with her teeth before she pulled her head back to grin at him in the same manner he'd just accused her of: <i>cheekily. </i></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">When he offered to set her down, she didn't complain. It was better than her arms and legs giving out on her, and as much as she knew he'd be there to catch her, she could only assume he was just as tired. She knew damn well he wouldn't show it, however. Untangling her legs from his waist, she felt him slide out of her. It brought a soft pout to her lips before she stretched her toes to the ground, finding balance before lowering herself flatter on her feet. Leaning back against the wall still, she still didn't trust her legs not to be jelly after their shower rendezvous. "Did a number on my legs, Crowe," she snickered, feeling the muscles still quivering, her hands flattening against his stomach before she caught his hips to steady herself. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Worth it," she admitted, leaning her head forward to smear a kiss over his chest. When she found them lingering a touch longer than necessary, she groaned softly and tipped her head back. "Alrigh', alright', I need to get outta here before I refuse to let'cha go to work," she nuzzled her face against him, planting a soft love bite to a pectoral muscle before she tried to slither out from him and the wall. She reached around him for the door, grasping the bar before she pushed it open and tentatively, shakily, took a step onto the plush rug in front of the shower. Turning her dampened head back, her hair having collected the water from the shower. She looked back at him, devouring him with her eyes before she closed him and turned her head away. "Lord have mercy and give me strength," she whispered dramatically, shooting him a coy smirk over her shoulder before she snatched a towel from the cabinet. <br/>
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Almost tauntingly, her curvacious hips swayed in her walk, as if tempting him as she lifted the towel to ruffle her hair. She hardly bothered to cover herself as she made her way from the bathroom to get that pot of coffee started for him. </span>