Alright. I know the last chapter was super fluffy. I apologize in advance that this one kind of is too, and it's a bit short. But enjoy and leave a review please! c:

Axel had assured himself that he wouldn't get attached from the beginning. And he didn't think he would, simply because it had never been a problem with other women. So he wasn't exactly sure how Sarah was currently living in his apartment. Actually, he was quite aware of how this happened. He asked her to.

Axel tried very hard to convince himself that it was because the sex was good. It was, but that wasn't the real reason at all. He just wanted to be around her all the time. Whenever she'd leave, he'd feel as though something was missing, and there was this ache in his chest that he couldn't explain. But of course, he didn't tell her that at all. It was much more simplistic and devoid of romance.

"You know," he had told her, sliding an arm around her shoulders as they sat on his couch together. "You're over here a lot." She blushed when he pointed this out and he had to resist the urge to kiss her pink cheeks. She was adorable.

"It's not a bad thing," he laughed. "I ask you to come."

"So what are you getting at?"she asked, giving him her best attempt at looking disinterested.

"All I'm saying is, it might be easier if you just moved in with me."

And that was that. She agreed, of course, and while Axel realized he was making a rather reckless decision, he didn't regret it either. In fact, he enjoyed having her around more often. It was comforting waking up with her beside him, and sometimes he'd find her still asleep with her arms around him.

She was endlessly fascinating with her strange little habits. She sang, a lot. He would hear her in the shower, or humming to herself around the house, and while Axel wasn't exactly a fan of singing, he enjoyed listening to her and became used to hearing her voice occupy his apartment. But he had to adjust to Demyx. He knew they were best friends, but he wasn't exactly prepared to come home to him sitting in the living room with Sarah, his guitar in his lap. They had been in the middle of a song the first time Axel had walked in and they both stopped, Demyx looking rather guilty, as if Axel had discovered them kissing instead of singing.

"Uh, hey Demyx," Axel greeted awkwardly.

"Hey, Axel..." he coughed and looked down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. Axel sighed, taking a seat across from them. When they both looked a little confused, he waved his hand, letting them know he wanted them to continue.

"Oh! Um, do you think we should just start over?" she seemed nervous as though she thought Axel had never heard her sing before. He didn't think she had anything to worry about, he liked her voice. Demyx nodded and began strumming notes on the guitar and Axel was pretty surprised when a smooth voice flowed out of him. He knew Demyx was musically inclined but hadn't expected him to sing as well as he did. Axel had never heard the song before but he was rather impressed with the way their voices blended as they harmonized, the sound filling the apartment. Demyx coming over soon became a frequent occurrence, and he would often bring his guitar and Axel would hear even more songs he didn't know, due to Demyx's rather obscure taste in music. And while Demyx was certainly not Axel's best friend, he had to admit that they sounded great together. When Sarah became more comfortable with singing in front of him, she began to try to get him to sing with her, but Axel would always insist that she didn't want that and he liked listening much better than joining in.

There were other things he liked to help her with though. He liked to help her cook sometimes, though it would often end in disaster. But other times, they'd make a decent, edible meal and didn't have to find food elsewhere. But none of that mattered to him. He just liked spending time with her, and if that meant burning dinner, then he was alright with that.

He was finding that he always wanted to touch her. He often had to restrain himself from touching her face or running his fingers through her hair. He didn't really understand these urges and he didn't usually act on them. But after a night together, he'd let her rest her head on his bare chest and he'd play with her hair or brush his fingertips across her skin. And then she'd smile up at him, the one that got him every time, and before either of them knew what was happening, they'd be at it again. Axel felt like he couldn't ever get enough of her, and that worried him considerably.

"Axel, what are you doing?" Rachel asked.

"I'm working, what does it look like I'm doing?" Axel rolled his eyes and Rachel took a seat next to him on the couch as he typed on his laptop.

"No, I mean, what are you doing?" She gestured to a pile of Sarah's clothes on the floor and Axel shrugged.

"Those are Sarah's. She's living with me."

"I know that, Axel. But you know, I think she really cares about you. So I hope that your intentions aren't anything but pure. But, then again, it is you we're talking about here."

But for once, Axel honestly knew that his intentions were entirely pure.