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The Unexpected Date

"Handsome Jack is dead!" Lilith shouts into the crowded bar looking at all the familiar faces. Hoorays, whoops and cheers echo throughout Sanctuary. "We have much more to do but let us not forget the fallen who sacrificed their lives to bring us to this point." Lilith continues. The bar quickly grows quiet. Lilith almost chokes up but successfully clears the knot in her throat "So, with that said, let us toast to those loved ones we lost. " She raises her glass of Rakkale and hangs her head with eyes shut tight to keep the tears dammed up. Her mind and almost everyone at the bar has their mind set on Roland for most of the people at the celebration have their lives to live because of his brave command and sacrifice.

Mordecai diverts the crowd's attention from Lilith by jumping up on the bar, knowing full well she wishes to not show her soft side to anyone. "To Roland!" The bar echoes back. "The best damn guy I have EVER had the pleasure to know!" He drinks half of the amber fluid and then extends his drink and pours the rest onto the floor. He gestures his empty glass towards five comrades sitting around the bar just to his right. "And I toast to you five for giving Jack what he had coming to him."

"BEST GODDAMN SLABS EVER!" Brick stands up from his seat at the bar raising a martini glass in a burly hand. He empties its contents into his gulit and shatters the fragile glass on the floor. The Berzerker nods his head in response to his friends' speeches and pats the happil,y panting puppy under his arm

"Here, Here!" Sir Hammerlock agrees in his gentlemen's tone while raising his snifter glass with his organic arm.

A confetti-bomb is tossed towards the ceiling accompanied by a chant. "Jack is dead, thanks to your heads! A poem by Tiny tina." The demolition expert appears next to Mordecai.

The crowd grows rowdy again, this time, allowing the whole planet of Pandora know of their triumph.

"Happy to give it to his BITCH ASS!" Salvador yells in his deep, scruffy voice. After which, he hops off the stool; which negativity affects his height, he chugs his tenth glass of ale, slams the glass on the bar, then, raises his burly arms and proceeds to cheer for himself. "I AM DE BEST!" The alcohol hits his brain hard making him stumble back. Axton swiftly lends his support and guides Salvador's stumble to the bar's edge.

With a nod, a grin and a firm yet friendly pat on the shoulder, Axton turns on his bar stool to continue nursing from his singular drink. The grin swiftly fades ghostly from his face and he becomes seemingly mesmerized by the shimmering fluid sitting half empty in his glass.

Salvador regains his composure and looks down the bar. Next to Axton, Maya and Gaige are engaged in girl talk which happens to be not so much girly as it pertains to the gory end of many Rippers, Bloodshots and Hyperion personnel to their own hands. Gaige, in particular, gloats when the kill was at the hands of her pride-fully engineered Deathtrap.

Salvador's drunken thoughts and attention are fixated on the back of blue hair, which happens to be rested upon a very tall, very sassy and very sexy-… Salvador as stealthy as he possibly can be in his current state, leans to the view on the other side of Axton, "-oh yeah, 'dat ass!"

Unfortunately, Salvador forgot his inside voice. Also unfortunately, Maya hears him and whips her head around catching him in the act of gawking at her backside. He winks at her and asks, "HOW YOU DOING?"

Her face turns red with anger and she swirls around ready to pounce on the lewd, revolting midget. Fortunately, for both of them, especially Salvador, Axton snaps out of his trance and snags Maya mid-pounce wrapping his arm around her torso and reeling her in like a wriggling fish and finally landing her in both of his arms making sure to secure her phase locking arm just as it starts to glow.

"Let me go Axton!" Maya struggles to free herself from the sober and superior strength of the Commando.

"Yeah? And what would be accomplished by beating Salvador to an inch of his life?" He gently whispers into her ear.

Maya exhales some anger. "My satisfaction and it would teach that stunted pervert some respect!"

"What're you gettin' so huffy 'bout? It was jus' a compliment!" Salvador defends his slip.

Axton glares down at the Gunzerker and before Maya an reply, Axton's hand is slapped over her mouth, "No it wasn't. It was lewd and disrespectful. Don't make me release her." Axton with draws his hand.

Salvador's sights fall to a very irate Siren and he receives a look that could have sent him to his grave. The glare is slightly sobering and he backs up a few paces. He stumbles into Zero who has his arms crossed and though he can't see his face, he can feel Zero's glare.

Zero shakes his head. "Your composure lost/ the alcohol did consume/ home you go." Zero raises his left arm in a barrier between Maya and Salvador and points his right arm in an escorting manner out the bar. Salvador huffs and grunts in defeat and allows himself to be escorted out of Moxxi's bar.

Feeling her anger subside in the absence of Salvador, Axton loosens his embrace on Maya and swivels her around. With both hands on her shoulders he catches her lingering Gorgon glare, which softens in his calming gaze. "Are you ok?"

Maya smiles and after realizing the scene she made she looks down in embarrassment bringing a hand up to pull some strands of blue hair away from her face. Mmm. . . Maybe, I overreacted a bit . . . didn't I?"

"It's probably just the drinks." Axton softly chuckles. "Or, he could've deserved the beating. In the past now."

She inhales and nods her head with a sigh. "I-I'll apologize in the morning . . . if he remembers." She looks up again to make eye contact to reassure him "I'm fine." As her nerves settle, an expression of nausea washes over her face.

The Commando recognizes the signs. "Oh, shit!" Axton barely has time to slide off his stool backwards into the bar before the most part of the five beers Maya drank become expelled onto the stool he was just sitting on. He carefully treads along the small border of vomited fluid while continuing to support Maya by the shoulders. "It's ok Maya." Axton comforts her by wrapping an arm around her chest and rubbing her back with his other hand.

"Eeegads!" Gaige yells from behind him. "Look at that spew!"

Axton ignores the comments of the Mechromancer and instead looks up at Moxxi who rushes over to check the damage. "Ssorry,"Axton apologizes with a weak smile. "She must'nt've realized how much she was drinking until she stood up."

"That's all right, sugar." Moxxi smiles and places one hand on her hip while gesturing with the other. "She isn't the first to lose her contents in this bar and she won't be the last." Moxxi shakes her index figure with the last part of her comment. "But, I would recommend her going home before she makes a bigger mess."

With the last bit understood, Axton takes a small wad of money out his back pocket and hands it to Moxxi. "There is a little extra in there for the stool."

"Your money isn't any good here, sugar. When you guys killed Jack-ass your drinks became complimentary." Moxxi smiles and pushes the money away. "I'll get someone to clean this up. Just, get her home safely, now." She winks flirtatiously at Axton and he nods back signaling he understands the command.

As Axton pockets the money, a groan escapes from the intoxicated woman and she leans into the man escorting her out of the bar while cradling her stomach. "H. . . Holy . . . fu-." she exhales deep as the night air cools down her warm skin. "I feel-," She passes out from her drunken stupor. Axton swoops down and picks her up in his arms before her knees have the chance to hit the ground.

"Oh boy." Axton whispers to himself. Maya's head flops backwards. He shakes her slightly trying the bring her to. "Come on, Maya. I don't know where you live." She doesn't respond. He inhales angrily "Fuck me." He spits with animosity. After which, he looks up at the night sky. "I guess I don't have a choice." The Commando thinks to himself and he heads towards his abode.

After struggling to unlock his door with the dead weight in arms, Axton manages to carry Maya into his small but neat and clean studio-like apartment. "I guess you can have my bed tonight." He says with a sigh and he lays her on the bed. He pulls off her dirty shoes and tucks her legs under the covers. He removes his belt, boots and jacket leaving a black undershirt and his pants on. Then, he plops himself on his couch and turns on a dim lamp.

After an hour of starring into nothingness like he did into his glass at the bar, a voice whispers his name.

He looks towards the feminine form lying on his bed, "Yeah, Maya?"

"Th . . . hmmm doesn't feel like my bed." The drunk woman sputters sheepishly.

"Because, it's my bed." He responds softly. Making sure to rid his voice of any irritation. "You passed out on me right after we exited the bar. I didn't know where you lived so I carried you here."

"Oh, thanks" Maya whispers weakly. "But-um, I don't wanna kick you out of your bed. I should take the couch or go home" She states with bit more volume. She climbs out of the bed and stumbles on to her feet but quickly loses her footing due to vertigo and lands on her butt with an, "omph."

"No, No, It's ok. The couch is just as nice." Axton protests while hurrying to Maya's side.

"I got this. I got this." Trying to be strong in her weakened state.

"You sure?"

Maya doesn't respond, instead she asks, "Where's your bathroom?"

"Feeling nauseous again?" He helps her to her feet.

Maya finally accepts his help. "No. I hafta use it for its intended purposes."

He nods his head. "It's that door." Axton directs her.

"Ok, I got this now." Maya is a little wobbly on her feet but she manages to walk on her own to her destination.

Axton walks over to his little fridge and grabs two water bottles. Maya exits the bathroom as Axton reclaims his place on the couch. He points one of the water bottles at Maya wanting to offer it to her but instead chuckles and asks, "Did you forget something?"

"No, I washed my hands." Maya's face is clueless.

"Um. . . I am pretty sure you had pants on when you entered." He raises an eyebrow.

She looks at her bare legs. "Oh, I left them in there because of the beer on them. I got undies on." She points to her plain white underwear.

"As long as you're comfortable. Water?"

"Oh Yeah, thanks." Maya takes the bottle after hobbling over to the couch. She remedies her cotton mouth due to the alcohol induced dehydration. "I disrupted your night." The siren exhales and rests her cheek against her knuckles attached to the elbow resting on the back of the couch.

"No, not at all," he looks over at her. "Well, actually, you kind of did but that's ok. I don't mind helping out a friend."

"WOW!" Maya exclaims, almost choking on her water. "That's a tone I wasn't expecting."

Axton is a little hurt by Maya's comment but chuckles and asks, "Wha? What do you mean by that? It shouldn't be that shocking or sobering in your case."

Maya shifts the rest of her body to the side and tucks her feet under her butt to face Axton. "I should say it is a change since I first met you. You seemed so... mmmm" Maya thought seriously how to sugar-coat her comment but ends up being blunt anyway, "Like an ass. You seemed so selfish. You just wanted glory and money and pffft to the rest of us." She finishes with a swig from her bottle.

"People can change from the experiences in their life." Axton blurts defensively and finishes his water bottle before setting it on the side table.

"Now, you seemed to have grown disconnected. Like back at Moxxi's bar you seemed so distant. You weren't soaking up the praise or gloating. Gaige did more boasting then you. You didn't even crack any ass wise comments or jokes. You just stared into that drink of yours. I thought maybe you were going to try to get to second base with it." Maya gives a tipsy giggle. "I heard Scooter say that but like him, I don't know what second base is."

"Well, I have been doing a lot of self-reflecting since killing Jack." The latter of Maya's words finally sink into his thoughts and she instantly becomes more interesting then himself. Axton raises an eye brow when he looks over at her. "Seriously? No second base?" Axton thinks carefully before proceeding, ". . . Are you still a virgin?"

"Ya-yeah, I am." The answer is hesitant. For a second time, Maya looks down in embarrassment. "But, that's more than anyone, especially you, needed to know."

"It's ok, your secret is safe with me. I find it difficult to believe . . . you . . . HA, interesting?" Axton smirks and stretches back into the couch resting his arms above his head.

Now it Maya's turn to go on the defensive. "It's not like I had a choice. You heard the echo recordings. I was raised by monks who locked me away from the outside world. And, what the recording didn't mention was Brother Sophis had convinced me my purity was linked to my powers. Here, I meet Lilith and Roland I find out it was just another one of their tools to keep me under control." Her frustration from her past integrates with her voice. "Anyway, what's up with you? Has the glory of defeating Jack and the Warrior and people praising you not made you happy?'

Axton smiles a toothy grin. "Oh, it's has made me happy all right. For about five minutes and now that my thirst for glory has been satiated and my pockets have been filled, I still feel unfulfilled, like I am missing something." Maya remains silent not sure how to respond to his problem. Axton continues to vent. "I lost my military career and my wife because of my obsession with glory and wealth I feel. . ." Axton slaps his arms into his lap as if in defeat, "like this." He hangs his head on his chest not being able to fully express the extent of confused and empty state. Sarah's dog tags and wedding ring comes into view and it's like a slap in the face. He slips the chain over his head and holds it in his hands. "I thought I was keeping these with me as a reminder as to how much my bounty is but I realize it is a reminder as to what I have lost because of my selfishness." The confused man releases the chain allowing it to clank on the floor. Axton sighs heavily while resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face into his hands. He runs his laced fingers through his hair resting them on his neck "Or, maybe I just need something more challenging." He muses aloud into the floor.

Maya not sure what else to do, places a comforting hand on Axton's shoulder. "I don't know if there is anything more challenging then saving a planet from a megalomaniac. Even if there is, unfortunately, you can't change where your dickish behavior has landed you."

"Oh thanks!" He responds sarcastically.

Maya continues, "But, that doesn't mean your future has to be the same as your past, as long as you have learned from your mistakes and evolve. And, if your still feeling unfilled after all of that, maybe it's time you invested some of your energy elsewhere."

A little taken back by this newly revealed side of Maya, Axton shifts his sights up to a face smiling down upon him. He chuckles, "And here I thought you were just a bitch, hot, but a bitch for the longest time after I met you. But, I guess I was wrong, darlin'."

"You never know, could just be the alcohol." Maya chortles slightly.

"Maybe," Axton places his left hand on the outside Maya's top leg forgetting her absence of pants. "But your words are very helpful. Thank you." He slaps his hand against her bared skin. Maya's eyes widen as she blushes and she looks down at where Axton's hand is. Axton's sight follows. "Woah!" He quickly jerks his hand away in fear Maya will phase lock him and then beat the crap out of him. "Sorry, I'm not trying anything. I promise. I just wasn't thinking."

"I- it's ok." Maya quickly snatches Axton's hand with both of hers and returns it to where it was before. "Just unexpected." She smiles and looks at Axton. A fluttering sensation overwhelms her chest and she inhales deep to bring it under control but the manly scent of Axton fills her nostrils and her heart starts to race. She fights to keep her composure and leans back keeping both hands on Axton's.

Before his revelation on consequences, Axton wouldn't have thought twice about making the next move until they succumbed to sexual pleasure. However, he didn't want to lose anymore then he already had, whether it was her as a friend or his body parts. "Are you sure?" Axton's attention diverts from his hand to her face trying hard not to rub his touch against her soft skin. "I mean you were ready to tear Salvador a new one bac-."

Maya interrupts. "But, you aren't him and the difference between you two: you aren't repulsive like he is. I dont think you are anymore."

"So. . . You thought I was repulsive?" Axton's ego was recovering from before but now he could hear it sputter and deflate.

Maya nods her head. "Looks aren't everything for some people. Your selfishness and gloating was annoying and horrible. Your sarcasm and crude humor has grown endearing, though." She leans closer to Axton's face and looks him over. "And there's another difference between you and Salvador." She allows the curiosity to linger.

Axton waits for her to continue but grows impatient. "And, that is . . .?"

Maya leans closer to Axton slightly brushing her cheek against his and put her lips up to his ear. "You are a lot better looking and physically pleasing, Axton." She whispers into his ear, cooing his name.

The coo sends an electrical storm throughout his body. His blood rushes wildly as he inhales her natural, intoxicating aroma. He exhales deeply and pulls way looking at her gentle eyes. It takes all of Axton's willpower to keep him from attacking her with a passionate kiss that would surely undo her. That's how Axton used to get any woman he wanted, including his commander/ex-wife. Maya was just so damn hot and it had been a long time.

He gently pulls away and in one swift motion, he sits back brings a leg up like a line dividing them and lays his head on the arm of the couch. Axton rubs his face with both hands and exhales heavily, once again.

"What's wrong?" Maya looks at Axton. She is confused and sounds rejected. "Am I not appealing to you?" Maya is now leaning on her arms, looking at Axton.

"Oh, you are more than appealing." Axton looks over at Maya. Her intently sad face is enough to make the tempted man's heart melt. "Aww, don't look at me like that."

"Then why don't you show me what second base is?" Maya puffs out her chest and peers at Axton through lust filled vision.

The Commando has to advert his attention. "I want to! Believe me but I am afraid to of two things." Axton raises a finger. "One: being too forceful. It is your first time. I am surprised I am even thinking twice and two: you regretting everything because you were drunk thinking I took advantage and then you beat me near to death." Axton lowers his peace sign after he is done expressing his concerns. He points to himself, "That wouldn't be a good time for me." He exhales and closes his eyes. "You are so fucking hot, damn it." He can't help but think to himself. His eyes immediately fling open as Maya quickly crawls in and hovers above Axton. Before any protests can be made, Maya lowers her lips onto his and gives her best first kiss, thinking she failed from lack of response she quickly withdraws.

"I am sor-." Axton protests her apology by finally giving into his desires. He places his right hand behind her neck, pulls her in and tastes the Siren's surprisingly, sweet lips.

"You are so damn hot," Are Axton's first words said in a passing whisper after the kiss is broken.

He opens his eyes and Maya is blushing madly with a smile. "That was more of a thrill then I anticipated." She says while thinking to herself, "Wow, if that's a kiss, I wonder what going further is like. Is this second base?"

As if reading her mind, Axton pulls her body into his with his left arm and pulls her lips in for another kiss. He softly molds a sensual kiss by lining her full lips with his. Maya allows him to continue as she enjoys the sensation. She starts to breathe heavily as he finally makes full contact. Demonstrating, his skills aren't limited to killing baddies, Axton teaches her the pleasures of a French kiss as he moves his right hand over her clothed breast and caresses her soft asset. The sensation sparks a rush of hormones and Maya instinctively starts moving her hips into Axton, feeling a bazaar lump beneath his pants.

The pleasurable sensation is odd and overwhelming to the point where Maya pulls away and recoils to "her" side of the couch. Breathing heavy and heart pounding, Maya places a hand on her chest and looks at Axton with a smile. "Too much for you?" Axton follows up with a chuckle.

"I don't wanna stroke your ego but yes." She calms down her breathing. "I-It just felt so good." Maya is lost for words as her breathe remains heavy.

"I really wish to continue, right now." Axton says bluntly as he sits up and places his right hand on her thigh. He resists the urge to instantly slid his hand up or bombard her with more kisses. He, then, looks down at her leg noticing the blue tattoos and an idea pops into his brain. "Hmm, so your tattoos run all the way to your leg?" He grins as his curiosity coupled with desire force his fingers to trace the swirling lines.

"Yeah." Her mind tries to wander off the random topic trying to keep herself in check as Axton's tracing fingers move up her thigh. "I'm sorry I pulled away, I am just not used to this and it's so new and I don't know what I am doing." She closes her eyes awaiting for Axton's fingers to reach the inner junction of her thigh and hips.

Axton chuckles again, this time at her innocence. He flattens his hand and decides to run his hand to her outer hip. Once at her waist he decides to continue and his hand slinks under her shirt and he tilts his head up. "You don't have to know what you're doing. Your body already knows, just listen to it and not your head."

"I dont know if I can trust my mind yet."

"And, why not? still drunk?" With his free hand he pulls down her snug collar and suckles a point at her neck.

In a very heavy groaning tone, she manages to form a response. "Not. . . mmm. . . drunk, just unsure."

"I can make you feel so good." He breathes in her ear trying to convince her to succumb to his will.

Their lips meet in a strong and heated kiss. Maya straightens her posture when Axton's hand finally reaches its destination and he once again massages and plays with a breast. However, the spandex of her shirt isn't very easy to fight, restricting his movement. He withdraws his playful hand, causing Maya to groan in discontent and break the facial contact. "Don't stop." She pleads and looks into his green his.

Axton moves his mouth to nibble on her ear lobe a moment before whispering, "Your shirt is in the way." He continues, moving his kisses to her jaw and back to her luscious lips.

Maya takes his words into consideration and with one swift motion she removes her top from her torso but uses it as shield from Axton's hands.

"What? I thought . . ." Axton is bewildered.

"You haven't lost any clothing and here I am getting all naked for you." She smiles playfully.

"OK, but prepare yourself." Axton smiles and removes his black undershirt revealing muscles. Not Bulky like Salvador's or Brick's, but lean and well defined.

Satisfied, Maya smirks as she gives him a once over and throws her shirt on the floor. Allowing her to reach out and stroke his pectorals up to his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. She squeezes his biceps while mentally drooling. Axton's ego inflates as he enjoys the attention but the allure of her soft nude form overcomes his need for praise and his hands and mouth latch onto her soft mounds. Axton licks, sucks and massages Maya's breasts reducing her to a moaning mess.

Thinking she had enough, and he not being able to control himself for very much longer, Axton trails kisses up her chest, collarbone then neck. He wraps his left arm around her pulling her to his lap giving her no choice but to straddle his waist for optimal comfort. The other hand sliding down her side with a feathery touch, crossing over an area of sensitive skin. A sensual vibration hits her like electricity and she involuntarily gasps and flinches her side away from his touch because of the over load of pleasure. "What was that?"

"You didn't like it?" Axton continues to kiss and lick her neck as his wandering hand slips inside her panties and gives her cheek a firm squeeze.

"It's not that. It was just so amazing." Maya manages to pant out. "All of this is just so . . . good. . . It almost seems too . . . good." She breathes heavily a few times as Axton kisses and explores her addictive body with his curious hands. "Damn those monks." She pants out with conviction.

Axton ceases his work and drapes his arms around her hips. He looks up at Maya curious to her thought. "What?" He questions with a chuckle.

"Because of them, I have not known this pleasure and I am so nervous." Her body calms down some

"The nerves are natural, just relax." Axton smiles and leans forward to kiss her collarbone. "I am just warmin' up, babe."

Maya's mind does a flip. "I don't know how much more I can take. My body feels like it's going to explode."

Axton laughs devilishly and in a scruffy tone, "That's the whole point." a grin creeps across his face and he catches Maya's lips in a kiss.

Suddenly, like a scared rabbit, she pulls away and wiggles out of Axton's embrace to stand up. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, yet. I fee-."

"I will make it feel like nothing else, I promise." He tries to entice her.

Maya's face is plagued with nervousness but her voice is certain, "I am just not ready, yet."

Exasperated, Axton leans back into the couch and spreads out his legs. He quickly adjusts from his pants becoming too small. He tries to think unappealing thoughts but with Maya standing right in front of him nearly naked, it makes the task at hand impossible. "Umm, could you go sit on the bed or cover up, since, we aren't going to continue?" Axton says with a hint of discomfort.

"Why" Maya at him with concern. "You ok?"

"I was and now not so much." Axton continues to reel in his desires and manhood but is failing miserably. "You have no idea how much willpower is being used right now." He struggles to do the right thing.

"For what?" She walks over and sits on the bed as requested. Unfortunately, Axton can see her in the dim lamp light and the effect would be great if he could only throw away his new found conscience.

"It's been awhile and I am use to taking what I want when it comes to . . . anything. Anyway, I have never had a woman just stop or be able to resist me." Axton grunts in frustration before continuing. "And, we would have been further along right now but I was considering the fact that this was your first time so I thought I would take it slow so you could enjoy it. And you! You just sitting there all sexy and shit is making things . . . hard." Axton face is a bit pained as he finally closes his eyes and empties his mind.

After a few moments of silence, the tension between his legs subsides and he finally regains his senses enough to relax and sigh in relief. "So, how are you doing over there?" He looks over and notices the sheet is covering Maya and she has herself propped up on the head board.

"I am ok. I feel kind of bad though, just slightly." She looks down.

Axton never thought he would see this tough, sassy and hard as nails siren look so vulnerable and in turn, makes him feel guilty. "Ugh, I did just scold her? Fuck! I did and I care!" He makes his way over to the bed and sits next to her. "Look! You did nothing wrong, so stop looking like a beat kid. You're too tough to look so vulnerable. And for you, it's unappealing." He bumps his fist into her shoulder. "That was fucking corny!" But Maya smiles and punches him back harder, really hard. "But it worked, holy shit that was a strong punch." The commando thinks to himself as he keeps a straight face and smiles.

"We can contin-." Maya looks up as she is cut off.

"No, no, the mood has been ruined by both of us. You aren't ready and I won't force you." Axton lies while looking into her pales eyes. "I can't believe I am saying this, I would love to screw you senseless." He shouts to himself. "I have a better idea, anyway." He takes his pants off keeping his regulation spandex boxer-briefs on and maneuvers himself to the other side of the bed. "I don't know a woman yet that doesn't like this."

"Lay on your side, back towards me." Axton places a hand on Maya's hip as she adjusts herself.

"Uh Ok?" She questions as she looks behind her.

"I ain't tryin' nothing, just trust me." He continues to pull Maya's hip into the curvature of his form, "This is real spooning."

Maya gravitates to the warmth of his core and arms and snuggles into his full embrace and places her head on the pillow. "This is pretty ok." Her face is blissful as she feels his heart beat into her back and his strong arms wrap around her. Finally, they intertwine legs and she closes her eyes.

"I told you, you would like it. And, yes, you're doing just fine. Like I told you before, all you have to do is listen to your body." Maya pushes herself into Axton and in turn buries his face into the back of Maya's neck and inhales softly and smiles.

"Sorry, I ruined your evening again." Maya mumbles while drifting to sleep.

Axton exhales a half whimper, half laugh into her neck. "Lets just consider tonight an unexpected date." He smiles. "At least I got to second base."

Maya shimmies closer to Axton and voices a sigh of approval before releasing all tension to sleep.

Feeling really good, he exhales, "Maybe there are better things then a good fuck." And as he closes his eyes with possibly the hottest woman he has ever met in his arms, the glory hound, commando that is Axton just earned self-respect. For the first time that evening, he feels at peace as he falls asleep.

Note: I am used to creating my own characters and I find it is much easier then trying to keep a prefabricated character in its element. Also, I cant take credit for the martini glass in Brick's hand that was my husband's idea. Also, this is a story meant to stand alone but if feedback shows a desire for a follow-up, I think could make that happen.

Ok, I revised this as of February 15th at 2325 Hawaii time.