A Little Patience

Chapitre 10 (SMUT)

[This part includes sexual content.]

You knocked at the door.

It opened some seconds later on Axl, his expression somewhere between worried, clueless and pissed. You cocked an eyebrow: "You asked to see me?"

He didn't say anything and went to the side, opening the door wide for you to enter. You hummed as you detached your gaze from him; "Why do you look pissed? You shouldn't be."

He huffed and let the door shut: "I'm pissed because you're pissed and I don't know why."

You turned: "And do you want to know why? I bet you didn't have the idea to reach for me, if no one made you do it, you would just have cut it short with me without knowing the reason. I know this situation too well."

He raised eyebrows as you took out old history and opened his mouth, but you added: "I should have gotten it. The flowers."

You let yourself fall sat on the bed. He came in front of you, hands on his hips, looking at you. "The flowers? Yeah, I sent you flowers the other day cause we kind of left each other on a fight." He passed his hand in his hair and looked away, not at ease to uncover his quite unusual action like that. "And what?"

You lifted your gaze and looked at him. You squinted. In front of your momentary silence, he looked back at you.

"It's not for the picture that you sent me flowers?"

He was still looking at you expectantly, not having a clue of what you were saying.

You blinked. You opened your jacket and took the piece of newspaper you had recuperated – even if Slash had other plans with it – and handed it to him.

He took it and unfolded it. When he laid his eyes on the illustration and the headline, his mouth opened slightly. You nearly swore it was the first time he saw it.

He quickly glanced at you before reading the summary in thirty seconds. He then closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You spoke in a breath: "That's why I came here two days ago, to show you that. Then I bumped into Duff and Slash, and you know the rest." You gulped. "I nearly had forgotten it, you know. But yesterday, I..."

He looked at you and waited, not knowing where this would lead.

"Axl, yesterday Stephanie came to my office." He opened wide eyes - even if you hadn't said anything heavy yet, only at the pronunciation of her name. "She came for the deal that I sent you, and she had the kindness to tell me that you had probably given this picture of both of us to the media."

His jaw dropped.

"And you believed her?"

You blinked. You felt a weird feeling inside your chest, like by this question, he made you feel very stupid right now. You forced yourself to not look at your feet and hid it behind an assured tone: "Well, she had kinda good arguments. She said you always kept the actual picture on you. Who else could have done it?"

His cheeks coloured themselves with a light shade of pink as you put that fact on display, but he quickly added: "I don't know, someone who took it from my wallet maybe? y/n for fuck's sake, I didn't put a lock on it!"

He had raised his voice a bit and you straightened. You saw him throw the paper on the ground and head towards the desk, where a pile of his stuff had been put. He was showing his back at you, you couldn't see what he was doing, but after apparently having found what he was looking for, he stopped moving and sighed deeply. "What a bitch."

You wanted to get up and meet him, but you couldn't move. "Shit." You took your head in your hands.

You heard muffled steps on the carpet but didn't lift your head. Feeling he was closer to you, you said: "I'm sorry. I... I don't know why I directly believed her before talking to you. I've been stupid."