Young Axl

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The house was silent for once, which was unusual, especially since Axl was home.

Normally, I would come home to the tv playing or music blaring, even the occasional melody on the piano, but not today. Today, the house was dark and nothing was out of place, and nothing made any noise.

I sighed, slipping my shoes off at the door and placing my keys in the blue crystal bowl on the entryway table.

As I trekked through the house, I listened out for any sounds or signs of Axl.

There were none.

I made my way up the stairs, thinking there would be some sort of noise...talking, singing, the toilet, the shower. I heard nothing.

I slipped into the bedroom, expecting to see Axl cozied up in the bed, sleeping to prepare for tonight. Just as with every other room in the house, he wasn't in bed.

I sighed once more, entering our closet and flipping the light switch.

I startled at the sight of Axl curled up in the floor.

I knew he was exhausted, so I did my best to step around him so I wouldn't wake him up.

My actions were futile, however, because as soon as my foot was beside his head, Axl grabbed my ankle. I lost my balance, falling onto the floor.

The ginger squinted up at my face slightly, then pushed himself into a seated position on the floor.

"I'm sorry I pulled you down, I was just trying to scare you," he apologised tiredly, holding back a yawn.

"Why are you sleeping on the closet floor?" I asked softly.

"I was gonna take my pants off and hang them up, but then I sat down to take my shoes off and fucking fell asleep."

I almost laughed. Almost.

"Why don't we get in the bed?"

The ginger yawned, stretching his arms out, over his head.

"I'm only getting in if you do," he replied tiredly.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. Laying in bed together did sound nice.

"Of course I'll get in with you."

He nodded once.

"Good. I missed you, and I need some loving."

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, then stood up. He followed suit, kicking off his shoes and pulling off the belt that was still looped through his jeans.

He went to unbutton his pants, but paused, looking at me.

"Just take them off."

He pulled his jeans down his legs, kicking his feet out of the pant legs. Axl grabbed a hanger from the closet rack and neatly folded the jeans in half, looping them through the hanger.

I removed my work blazer and hung it neatly. I then stepped out of my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse to get more comfy.

Axl left the closet first, dressed now in naught but a t-shirt and a pair of grey boxers.

I followed him out, turning off the light behind me.

Axl pulled back the duvet on the bed, hopping in on his side. I did the same for my side. Once we were in the bed, he brought the duvet over us and moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I laid my head on his chest and inhaled his comforting scent of cologne and cigarettes.

I tucked my right arm between our bodies and draped my left arm over Axl's stomach.

It felt nice to lay in bed together, just soaking in each other's presence, especially after having been working all day.

Axl pressed a soft kiss to my head, nuzzling his face into my hair and inhaling slowly.

A small smile made its way onto my lips.

I could never get enough of Axl.