QUICK WARNING: I tried my hand at smut with this one. It's in the 3rd section if you want to skip it. Enjoy!

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The man regarded me with that cocky smirk of his, and I sighed, stepping out of the doorway to allow him into my home. He brushed past me, taking in my living room, which was in quite a messier state than the last time he saw it; it was a laundry mountain.

"Don't mind the mess, I didn't have time to fold and put away laundry. And don't get used to this. My mom's sick, otherwise she would be babysitting."

Axl didn't say anything, but the smirk he kept on his lips told me all I needed to know.

Ignoring him, I dug through my purse for my keys.

Axl was thrilled that I had called him to babysit. He was thrilled that he would be able show me just how much he'd changed.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, suddenly remembering all I had to inform him of. "There's a list in the kitchen of things you'll need to know like how much formula to give her and when, where her clothes are in case of a spill, which diapers to use and where to find them...all the necessities. I've also listed things she can eat and things she can't. My work number is on the list as well if you have any questions, and in case you can't reach me, I've also supplied my mom's number."

I sighed, my fingers finally wrapping around my key fob.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Axl asked, his smirk only somewhat diminished as he watched me pull my keys out of my purse.

I hummed in thought for a moment before remembering.

I wasn't used to debriefing my mother on everything, so it was easy to forget what Axl would need to be made aware of.

"I put her down for a nap about thirty minutes ago. If she doesn't wake up herself, wake her in an hour and a half. You can watch tv, eat whatever you find, and just make yourself comfortable. I get off at 6. I'll call to check in on my lunch break and before I leave," I informed him.

Axl nodded once, and I sighed.

"I know it's not easy letting me do this, but thank you for trusting me," he said sincerely, his glacier gaze burning into me.

I flashed him a small smile before opening the door.

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The day crawled by slowly. It seemed time always decided to slow itself infinitesimally when I was the most anxious. I hadn't heard from Axl all day, so I wasn't too worried, although I was still extremely worried that something horrible could've happened which would have led to both Elizabeth and Axl's untimely deaths. Then they wouldn't be able to contact me...but surely my neighbour would...

I constantly fought the urge to call my house to check in. I knew I had to give Axl a chance, though. I had to trust him, whether I wanted to or not.

When lunch time finally rolled around, I sighed with heavy relief as I pushed my chair away from my desk. I quickly stepped out of the office and went down the street to the nearest pay phone. I pushed my quarters into the slot and dialled my house number. My fingers entangled themselves in the phone cord, twirling it around and around until it wouldn't twirl, as I anxiously awaited the ending of the rings. After four rings, Axl picked up.

"Hello?"

I sighed in relief again, unwinding the phone cord from around my finger.

"Hey, it's my lunch break, so I'm just checking in. How's everything going?" I asked, my brows knitting together in worry.

"It's all good. We had a mishap a minute ago with some peas, so I had to give Elizabeth a bath and change her, but other than that, it's all good. Oh, by the way, your neighbour—the old lady across the street—she brought over some flowers and vegetables from her garden...do you want me to leave the vegetables on the counter or put them in the fridge?"

My anxiety left as Axl continued to speak. His voice was light, which was the way he spoke when he was relaxed and knew what he was doing. I admitted to myself that it was admirable.

I secretly thought he would call me, and I would have to come home early because he got fed up, but I also wasn't surprised that he hadn't. I should have had more faith in him. When we were together, all he ever talked about was starting a family and being a dad. I wanted those things too, but things didn't exactly work out. He may have had anger issues, but nobody could say Axl Rose was bad with kids. He loved kids.

"Just leave them on the counter for now, I'll wash them when I get home...and I'm glad you guys are doing okay. I'll admit, I was worried."

"I know you wanted to call a million times to check in." I could vaguely hear babbles in the background. Axl made a grunting noise, and the babbles grew louder, so I gathered he had picked up my niece. "Elizabeth says 'hey' by the way." I could tell he was smiling by his tone of voice.

I smiled softly as she babbled into the receiver.

"Hey sweetie," I called, making a kissy noise into the receiver. A little giggle sounded, and Elizabeth made a kissy noise back. I laughed slightly, knowing she was probably bouncing up and down in Axl's arms from excitement.

I quickly checked my watch and sighed.

"You have to get back to work?" Axl asked, clearly having heard my sigh.

"Yeah, I do. I'll call before I come home so you know when to expect me," I told him.

"Okay. Are you still getting off at 6?" He asked.

"Yes, if all goes well, I'll be getting off by 6."

"Okay great. I'll call before that if I need anything."

I smiled slightly.

"Alright. Goodbye, Axl."

He echoed my goodbye, and I hung the phone up.

——

I pulled into the driveway, slightly nervous. While I had called before I left work, anything could have happened in the thirty minutes I was driving.

I noted that my house still had a roof, and it hadn't fallen in on itself, so I knew that to be a good sign.

I parked my car and gathered my belongings before heading to my front door. It was suddenly hard to swallow. I tested the doorknob, which was unlocked, and I twisted it, slowly pushing the door open.

My eyes widened slightly.

The pile of laundry that had been sitting in my living room was neatly folded on the couch. I closed the front door, stepping further into my home to investigate.

The clothes were separated by whose they were and what they were. There was a stack for my shirts, pants, socks and dresses; and there was a stack for Elizabeth's shirts, pants, onesies and socks. I was slightly impressed. I hadn't expected him to fold my laundry for me—the old Axl would have left it there and then thrown it across the room when I didn't fold it after a day or two.

I looked around a little more. There were a few toys scattered around the living room floor, but that was normal. It seemed like Axl had turned on the radio at some point as well, as Alice Cooper was softly singing 'Poison'. The tv was off, but I assumed he had watched it at some point, as the remote was on the arm of the couch instead of on the tv.

Soft footsteps sounded on the wooden floor, and I knew Axl was coming to see if I was home yet. I flashed him a grin when he peeked his head around the corner into the living room.

"Hey," he greeted with a smirk.

I was surprised. He was extremely calm, happy even. His eyes held warmth in them, even if he had an arrogant smirk on his mouth. He was at ease...it was almost as if this was normal for him.

"Hey," I returned, my eyes still slightly bearing surprise.

Axl stepped into the living room, his eyes landing on the folded laundry on the couch. His smirk became a sheepish grin, and he brought his hand up the rub the back of his neck.

"I got bored while Elizabeth was napping and cleaned your house a little bit...not that it was messy! But I just...sorry. I may have overstepped a boundary," he admitted. He cleared his throat slightly. "Elizabeth is asleep. I fed her at 5 like your note said, and she was asleep ten minutes later. I know that's a little early, but I figured that was okay."

I laughed slightly, shaking my head.

"Axl, I don't know what I expected when you told me you would babysit, but...you've actually done a great job," I told him. A grin found its way onto his face. "And honestly, I was dreading folding the laundry when I came home, so thank you for doing that."

"Yeah, no problem. I know I used to get mad at you for not doing it...and that wasn't okay. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. You were real good for me, and I didn't see that at the time. I fucked it up big time."

Axl sighed, all arrogance bleeding out of his expression.

I crossed my arms over my chest, my tongue darting out to swipe my bottom lip.

"Yeah, you were a kind of shitty boyfriend in the end," I told him, crinkling my nose with fake disgust.

Axl laughed humourlessly, crossing his arms as well.

"Yeah, I was. And you...you didn't deserve any of that. You were good to me. You were good for me, and I was an asshole. You deserve so much better than me. You always have. But I'm just...selfish...so I'm trying to be better than before. I'm trying to be...maybe not the man you deserve, but close to him. As close as I can be."

Despite originally being reluctant to trust him, Axl had more than proven to me that he was a better man. In such a short amount of time, he had begun to repair old wounds that I didn't even remember had existed. Still, I didn't fully get my hopes up. Axl wasn't fixed; he couldn't be fixed. His anger was a part of who he was. The only thing he could do would be to learn calming ways to cope with his anger. He wasn't perfect. He would never be perfect; but it meant a lot to me that he was putting in the effort to be a better person, to repair the holes he left behind. I appreciated that.

I stepped closer to him, so I was standing just in front of him.

"I'll admit, Axl, I'm impressed. You have shown me today that you've grown as a person. You kept my niece alive without needing much help, you," I gestured to the couch, "folded my laundry, you talked to me with respect and admitted to the mistakes you made in the past. I'm still not entirely hopeful—and I'm sure you understand why I am slightly reluctant—but I am seeing some hope. I see that you're putting in effort, and I appreciate it. It really does mean a lot to me that you're willing to prove that you're doing better."

Axl's expression blanked. Suddenly, I was afraid I had spoken too soon. Was he about to have one of his Jekyll and Hyde moments? I couldn't think of why he would...what had I said? Was it because I told him I wasn't entirely hopeful?

I opened my mouth to question him, but Axl's lips were on mine before I could say anything. His arms held me firmly to him, his chest pressed against mine. His mouth moved ferociously against me, a year worth of pent-up feelings being relinquished in one go.

It wasn't long before I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and sighing into his mouth as he began assaulting my tongue with his. I swirled my tongue around his, and before long, both tongues were fighting for dominance. I let him win. He used his tongue to investigate every centimetre of my mouth, before swirling his tongue with mine again. I bit his tongue gently and closed my lips around it, sucking on it. He groaned. God, I missed how vocal he was. I could feel a tingly heat building within me just thinking about it.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine to catch his breath. Every time I took a breath, my chest rose and fell against his firm body.

"If you want me to leave, tell me now. Because I'm going to fuck you on your couch," he told me, his eyes piercing into mine with such dark desire, his voice slightly raspy. Instead of answering him with words, I brought him in for another kiss. This time, it wasn't as ferocious, but it was still passionate, as he bit my bottom lip and suckled on it slightly before releasing it, only to bring his lips to mine again. Our mouths moved together in rehearsed motions, as if they had never parted.

Axl swept me up, and I kicked my shoes off as I locked my legs around his waist. He laid me on the couch, drawing his lips away from mine as he began a trail of kisses down the side of my face, over my jaw, under my ear. I sighed out as he brought his tongue to lick the shell of my ear, softly nibbling on the lobe, then kissing it again.

He moved his lips down the column of my neck, eventually bringing his lips to draw the flesh between his teeth. I sighed out again. He gently nipped and sucked that spot, eliciting more sighs and small whines. It would later leave a mark, but I couldn't find it within myself to care.

I hadn't felt like this in a long time. My body was burning up, and Axl had barely begun to touch me. A familiar heat was building within me, and if Axl didn't hurry up, I thought I would explode.

Finally, finally, Axl moved his hands under my blouse, his calloused fingers trailing up my soft belly, under my bra. He groaned as his hands made contact with my breasts, pausing all movement.

"God, I have to see them."

He slipped his hands out from under my shirt, gently gripping the hem and pulling it up. I leaned up, and Axl quickly pulled my shirt off, throwing it to the side. I unclipped my bra in the back, and Axl slipped the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, the bra joining my blouse on the floor. He laid me back down, bringing his hands to palm my breasts. Axl let out a soft groan. He kneaded my breasts, gently flicking his thumbs over my nipples. They beaded under his touch.

"Oh my god," he groaned softly, bringing his mouth to one breast, and kneading the other with his hand still. He kissed just above my areola, then moved his mouth to the right of it, placing a gentle kiss there. I elicited a moan as he pressed another kiss under it, and one more to the left, before drawing my pebbled nipple between his teeth. He nipped and sucked on my nipple until it was sore, kneading and flicking the nipple of my other breast with his hand. His other hand had settled on my waist, where he rubbed my hip with his thumb.

He switched breasts, giving the other the same treatment as he kissed around my areola before drawing my nipple into his mouth. With one hand working my other breast, his other hand unbuttoned and dipped below the waist of my trousers. He rubbed his fingers over my wet panties, a groan escaping mine and his mouths.

"You're so wet for me already," he groaned, pressing his forefinger against my clit. I gasped slightly at the sudden pressure.

Axl paused again, bringing his hand out of my pants. My brows knitted together in slight irritation.

"Don't ask me anything else. Just do it," I told him frustratedly.

Axl licked his lips, a primal hunger filling his eyes. He quickly pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, making quick work of his shorts as well. He was left in his grey boxers which clearly showed the outline of his erection, a wet spot already formed over the tip from his precum.

I licked my lips at the sight. Dear God, I missed his cock.

Axl worked my trousers down my legs, flinging them to the side as well.

"Now we're even," he rasped, his eyes hungrily taking in my pink panties. Soon, he had them pulled down my legs as well. I spread my legs for him, eliciting a groan from Axl's throat. "God, I've missed this."

I let out a squeal as Axl grabbed my thighs and scooted my body backwards, my head nestled in my stack of laundry. He opened my thighs a little more, before pressing kisses to my inner thighs. His tongue darted out, and he licked a certain spot, then used his teeth to gently bite the area. I moaned out, biting my lip.

The warmth in my belly was growing still, my whole body humming with electricity as Axl bit and licked my inner thighs. Finally, as Axl held me with a firm grip on my thighs, his wet tongue pressed against my hot clit. My body jolted. He held onto my thighs more firmly, his tongue assaulting my clit as if it were melting ice cream. I moaned and squirmed under his ministrations, but Axl gripped me tighter, holding me down. He moved his tongue through my folds, collecting my wetness on his tongue, before assaulting my clit again. I moaned louder, biting my lip harder.

This time, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder and, as he licked and sucked my clit, ran his middle finger through my folds. I moaned again.

Axl trailed his finger to my pussy, swirling the secretions around the entrance. I stifled another moan as his finger pushed inside my hot pussy slowly, until it reached his knuckle. He sucked on my clit as he swirled his finger around inside, his finger rubbing slightly against the velvety walls. He pulled his finger out, stopping his ministrations to my clit. I whimpered at the sudden loss of contact.

His hungry eyes pierced into mine. Axl's mouth was coated in my juices. He brought his middle finger to his mouth, and he closed his lips around it, sucking my juices off his finger. My pussy throbbed, and I moaned again.

This time, Axl took his forefinger and middle finger and rubbed my clit. I moaned, watching as he licked his lips, some of my juices still coating his face. His fingers trailed back to my entrance, and he pushed them inside, my velvety walls taking them in. He groaned at the sight, and I groaned as he thrusted his fingers in and out, occasionally stopping to pet my g-spot deep inside my warm pussy. I squirmed and moaned as my pussy throbbed, and my clit ached to be touched again. I bit my lip harder, stifling a loud moan.

His fingers brought me to the edge, my pussy throbbing, pulsing around them as the heat within me coiled tighter and tighter. But he stopped again. I groaned in frustration. I was so fucking close to shoving my own fingers inside me.

"Please," I begged, "please do something."

Axl quickly slid his boxers down his legs.

"I'm about to put my cock in your wet pussy—"

"Then do it!" I exclaimed. Axl smirked, gripping his cock with his right hand and lining it up with my entrance.

"This is the last time I'm going to ask you. I don't want you to regret this later. Do you want me to put my cock in your pussy?" He asked, and I knew he was teasing me. He was getting under my fucking skin. I needed him within my fucking skin.

"Please put your cock in my pussy before I lose my mind," I told him.

Axl chuckled darkly, slowly running the head of his dick through my wetness. Finally, he came back to my entrance and slowly pushed inside. Axl emitted a gravelly groan.

His dick was a different feeling than his fingers. His dick was much thicker and longer. My pussy hadn't seen a cock in over a year, having to suffice with fingers when I felt like it. His cock felt huge as he forced himself into my tight pussy. I nearly came from his insertion alone. I felt like I was being split open, but in a pleasurably painful way. I moaned at the feeling.

Axl sunk deeper and deeper inside me, until his hips were flush with my pelvis. I could feel his cock inside me, taking up so much space in my pussy. I loved it.

Axl's hips reared back, and he snapped them forward. I moaned, biting my lip hard. He did it again. And again, thrusting hard but somewhat slow. I bucked my hips against him.

"Oh, please faster," I begged. Axl listened.

He thrusted hard and fast, my tits jiggling at the impact. It seemed he caught onto that too, as he brought a hand to knead my breast, pinching the nipple as he thrusted into me, his hips slapping against my pelvis over and over again, every inch of him felt within me. I bit back a moan as he pinched my nipple again, bringing his other hand to rub my clit with him thumb.

The heated coil wound further, my pussy thoroughly enjoying being pounded into as it began to throb again.

"Oh, Axl," I moaned out as Axl leaned over me, taking my nipple into his mouth and biting it.

He licked around the nipple and bit it again as his hips pounded into me, his cock filling me so well.

"Axl," I moaned again, panting as my body jerked from his pounding. With his mouth now on my other nipple, Axl held me down with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. It sent me over the edge.

"Cum for me," he said.

"Axl, oh God," I moaned loudly, my vision becoming spotty, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Axl continued pounding into me relentlessly and rubbing my clit at the same time. My pussy pulsed around his cock, squeezing like a vice as I came. Axl groaned gutturally, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

He quickly pulled out of me. He groaned loudly, working one hand over his cock and gripping my waist tightly with the other. His hips bucked into his hand, and his semen spurted out in hot white ropes, coating my stomach. I licked my lips, bringing my finger to my stomach. I ran it through some of his cum. His piercing, lusty blue eyes watched as I brought my finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.

Axl groaned again, his eyes closing.

"My God, I missed you."

——

I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I stood at the kitchen counter, my robe practically dangling off my shoulders. My coffeemaker was taking forever to fill the pot to the last line. I sighed, going to reach for the cabinet above me, but my body was sore.

Axl had fucked me exactly how I needed it; hard and fast and rough. He had fucked me over and over again: first on the couch, then against the wall, in the shower, and in my bed. I hadn't been fucked that hard or that many times in a very long time. I practically yearned for it; and Axl, of course, obliged to my every whimpering command.

The dull soreness between my thighs reminded me not to get too excited thinking about last night. My body hadn't been felt and caressed and fucked like that in so long, and I was still sensitive.

Fortunately, Elizabeth slept through it all. To be fair, Elizabeth was used to my mother banging around in the kitchen or singing opera while she napped. She would probably sleep through a tornado if I were ever stupid enough to let her.

The coffee pot buzzed, telling me it was done. I reached up again to get the mugs, but a hand beat me to it.

Axl opened the cabinet, grabbing two mugs, and closed it. He placed the mugs on the counter, within my reach, then went to the fridge, where he got out the cream he knew I liked. I busied myself with filling up the mugs with the hot, dark liquid. Axl placed the cream on the counter for me.

I thanked him softly, and he slipped his hands around my waist, pressing a kiss to my temple. He didn't linger long, reluctantly pulling his hands away. He adjusted my robe for me so it wasn't dangling off me, then he went to the fridge again. I briefly watched his bare back rippling as he reached for something in the fridge. I trailed my eyes down to his grey boxers, so tight around his firm ass. Thoughts of the night before began to fill my mind, and I had to look away.

"I'll make some eggs with ham and peppers and cheese. I know you don't like just plain eggs. You sit at the table and drink your coffee," he told me, pulling a carton of eggs and my ham and shredded cheese out of the fridge and placing them on the counter, next to the stove.

I knew the road ahead wouldn't be entirely easy, but I was willing to give Axl another chance. Maybe things could turn out better this time. If not, well, we at least tried again, and we could say it was a good time while it lasted; but somehow, I knew this time would be different. This time would be better.

I smiled softly, putting a hand on his tatted forearm. He returned the smile, confusion filtering into his glacier gaze as he looked down at me, and I knew Axl thought I was going to tell him to leave or something.

"Thank you," I told him, trailing my hand up to the back of his head, where I pulled him down as I brought my lips to his. He obliged, slowly settling his hands on my waist as he returned the kiss. When we parted, he still held an expression of confusion, but he was grinning.

"What was that for?" He asked me.

"If you still want it, I'll give you another chance," I told him, "but the minute you start being an asshole again, you're done for good."

He nodded, grinning like a man who had just won everything he ever wanted. Axl brought his hands up to cup my face and peppered my cheeks and mouth, forehead and nose with kisses. I laughed slightly at his ticklish lips, scrunching my nose up. Axl settled one more kiss to my lips, pulling away and searching my eyes with a smirk.

"Thank you so much. I'm not gonna lose you over my stupid shit this time. I'm gonna do better. You won't want me to leave," he told me, his smirk melting into a sincere gaze. I laughed slightly at his final comment.

"Well, you promised to make breakfast too," I teased. Axl smirked.

"I don't have to make it, my breakfast is right here," he commented, moving his hands to my ass and squeezing slightly. I laughed again, putting a hand on his hard chest.

"What am I gonna do with you?" I asked playfully. Axl settled his hands on my waist, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Keep me. Love me. Fuck me."

He pulled away from me with a smile as I shook my head with a laugh.

"We'll, that's already covered, so I don't know what to tell you."

Axl laughed slightly, pulling a pan out from under the counter and putting it over the eye on the stove.

"Just sit down and drink your coffee so I can make your fucking eggs. Maybe you'll think of something while you watch me," he told me with a smirk, raising his eyebrows up and down. I laughed again, grabbing the baby monitor off the counter and seating myself at the table.

If this was how everyday began, I wouldn't mind keeping him, loving him, and fucking him forever.