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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Axel could feel the rage seething through him, he wanted more than anything to make the asshole pay in ways he'd never imagined. It was over, though. He couldn't go back. The rage had caused his heart to beat faster, his muscles to tense along his chest that no doubt would be easy to feel. Twitches of muscles, tensing of the defined arms that slipped around Tempest. The dark haired male glanced down at the woman as he felt a tender touch grace his face, she had a way of soothing him that nobody else did. A gentle groan left his lips as he leaned further into her touch; unwilling to let her drift from him. His jaw tensed as she mentioned the idea of what would've happened... the male didn't even want to consider what she'd have done if he hadn't shown up. A subtle sigh escaped him as she curled against his chest, it caused the muscle beneath to twitch slightly as he drew her into him. "But I was there, and I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again." His words held some rage, but mostly the husky sounds ebbed with a sternness that wasn't dismissable. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The male finally couldn't help but crack a smile when he heard the one word he'd somewhat expected. <i>Fucker</i>. He shook his head in amusement as she'd announced it was too soon, but it seemed like just the way to ease their tensions, just for a little. "Maybe a <i>little</i> bit of a hot mess, just a tiny bit. Maybe a warm mess." A rather cheeky smile graced his stern jaw. The way she pushed out her lower lip had the male staring at the swell of flesh... the perfectly kissable, soft, pink flesh. He had to snap himself out of it before he leaned in and ruined the perfectly safe environment she had; nobody trying to force themselves on her, nobody trying to kill her. He had to maintain composure for her, he had to be her rock. Not someone who could be seen as trying to take advantage of her. Thankfully, she began to shift somewhat, to which he tried to help but she seemed to find comfort all on her own.<br/>
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A genuine, loud booming laugh escaped him as he heard her inner thoughts on what he did when he was alone. Well, she wasn't half wrong. "Well, I do give them some extra attention when I'm alone. You know how wrinkly they are? They have a complex, I have to at least try to cheer them up, my overgrown raisins." The male stared toward her with a serious expression, "I also dance, maybe not as well as Tom Cruise. Oh... I also sing in the shower. Barbie girl, to be precise. I think I can carry it." He could barely keep a straight face, but fortunately the smirk only crept out once he'd finished his rather amusing line up. Axel cocked his defined brow as he noticed her complaint to sleeping in such a way, "What are..." The male paused, simply watching as she began to... struggle to escape him. He was going to offer a hand, but he had a feeling she'd tell him no, so he simply observed and tried desperately not to smirk. Although... there was another emotion he tried to hide when she ended up wriggling along his form. A slow exhale left him. <br/>
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The attempt at remaining silent the moment she fell face first into his chest. He gave a grunt from the impact, but it was more from the surprise of the sudden headbutt. It seemed that she managed to recover, curling up in her sheet and seemingly content as she looked a rather appealing vision. Hair splayed out, almost like wild tendrils. "Congratulations, but you could've asked for some help." He eyed her, a slight smirk crossing his lips. Axel was already preparing to leave, he wasn't sure if she wanted space... but then she genuinely surprised him. Fingers brushed along his side, drawing his attention right to her. She was asking him to... remain with her. "You sure? I suppose I can always rub my ass on it tomorrow, I can't be leaving without giving you something to think of me with." <br/>
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Axel took the invitation and started to stretch out his long, muscled legs. They almost seemed to dominate the bed as he eased himself closer to Tempest with the aid of leaning on his palms. Gradually, he rolled down onto his side and drew his form in close to hers with a few choice wiggles, until his warm, muscled frame pressed right up against her. Taking the opportunity, the male's lips drifted toward her ear, "Now get some sleep, I'm not going anywhere." As if to punctuate his point, Axel slipped an arm underneath her neck, cradling her back against him as his left arm swept down to drape along her stomach. There was no way she would be able to thrash, not with him entangled around her. All he could hope was that it made her feel safe, and not trapped. <br/>
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Sleeping like the dead was an apt way to describe Axel. The moment he fell asleep he seemed to stay still, hell, he didn't even grunt. His breathing would be slow and barely audible despite his smoking. Even when he dreamed, nothing seemed to break his restful coma. What he hadn't even thought about was the complications of the morning... But it didn't bother his sleep. In fact, he'd never slept as well as he did when he was holding her. It felt as if it was one less thing to worry about; he was right with her, nothing could happen with her guard dog there. Slowly, he began to wake from the deep level of sleep, a soft grunt escaped him as he began to feel the warmth of the woman he held onto. It was only after some moments that he recalled he'd slept behind her, that he wasn't in his bed. His automatic response was to squeeze her back into him, his face nuzzling into the back of her neck with a muffled huff. He didn't notice that there was a swelling piece of flesh that was brushing against her rear; thankfully, he was still half asleep. After a few moments, sleep began to take his hand again, luring into a peaceful rest. </span>