Consequences

17. déjà vu

My mind is reeling as I happily kiss him back, my lips easily filling the tiny gap between his when he allows a short breath to be sucked in. After nearly two whole days of uncertainty and confusion, it feels indescribable to be touched by him this way again. In this very moment I find myself at ease with the world and my otherwise tense muscles relax tremendously.

Axl's hand caresses my cheek with soft strokes of his thumb while his lips never leave mine. I can feel my fingers itching to touch him as well, a wave of warmth cursing through me from merely thinking of the slightest connection between his skin and the tips of my fingers. It wouldn't be the same way as when I massaged him, it would be much more delicate and meaningful. Therefore, I push all thoughts aside before they can make me change my mind, and raise my hand to rest it against the soft skin on his chest.

A tiny grunt rumbles within his throat at my touch, and he carefully sits up a little more until he finds a more comfortable position. He wraps his lips around my bottom one as he proceeds to partially hover over me, leaving me no other choice but to bend my arm and lay down on the floor. Despite the weight of Axl's body holding mine down, I feel as though a burden has been lifted from my shoulders, as if I craved this more than I allowed myself to believe. My senses are quickly invaded by a strong scent of expensive cologne and smoke, chest heaving as my heart pounds against my ribcage as if threatening to break through.

Without having to open my eyes, I can feel Axl supporting his own weight above me with one arm as the other hand continues to rest on my cheek, slender fingers eventually slipping into my messy hair. He tilts his head to the side for better access and moves his lips effortlessly against mine for what feels like hours but has to be only seconds or minutes. Long fiery hair cascades down and creates a curtain around us, hiding our heated moment from the rest of the world. I cautiously snake my arm around his neck, running my fingertips across the smooth skin of his back before curling into his silky hair.

As I previously presumed, the muscles beneath his skin feel different from when I massaged him. He's warmer and much more relaxed.

A few moments later he disconnects our mouths and rests his forehead against mine, waves of hot breath seeping through his lips and onto my skin. I can nearly feel how quickly my entire existence is being cast under his spell, purposely or not. We met less than a week ago, yet here I am, lying on the floor in the middle of his living room underneath him with slightly swollen lips and a thundering chest.

"What're we doing?" I blurt in a whisper, a hint of humor and confusion in my voice.

"I have no idea, but I like it," he chuckles quietly, his gaze leaving mine to focus on my mouth once again before he ducks his head to place a lingering kiss there. "Do you?"

"Mmhm."

My hands pull on his neck until our lips are sealed blissfully, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied smile against mine. The nerves are bubbling inside me, but the vast amount of butterflies flicking their wings rapidly against my ribcage overshadows every other emotion at the moment.

The warm hand that cradles my cheek slowly begins to move down my jaw and neck, leaving my skin on fire as he trails his fingertips down my collarbone and across the thin fabric of his own white t-shirt. A shiver runs up my spine, but I force myself to focus on kissing him instead of losing self control all together. When his hand reaches my waist and fiddles with the hem of the shirt before settling on my hip, I flinch like the pathetic girl I am.

Axl clearly senses my sudden uneasiness as he pulls away to look at me with concerned eyes. "What's wrong?" he asks softly.

"Nothing, it's nothing," I choke out, my voice betraying me.