Author's Notes: Here's another Arizona Dream drabble, this time centering around our beloved Axel. Hope you enjoy!
She is lying on his back, a blonde vixen with a lazy grin.
He feels sore, throbbing member aching from the constant plunge into a hole too tight to handle him. The cigarette between his lips is hanging like an unfinished sentence, and he lifts it out for a moment to blow smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
The room smells like sex and cigarettes, and something about it makes him tingle. He is tired and satisfied, but still very empty. This is strange, because it is only the second time they've had sex and Elaine still turns him on.
He thinks about Grace and frowns. He hates her more than he should, only because she destroys everything he tries to create.
But sometimes he is tired of trying. Sometimes he wants to give up and leave the flying machine to make itself, because sometimes he feels like he's wasting his life. And this is not something a person feels when they're supposed to be in love.
So this brings up a question: does he still love Elaine? Of course he does.
This brings up another question: why does he love Elaine? Well, because she is new and exotic and very different than the girls in New York. She seems very real and has opened him up to new things, even if she is a little crazy. But what he really likes about her is that sometimes she still acts like she's a little kid, lost and vulnerable in the storm that is Life. He wants to take care of her.
Most of all, he loves her because he wants to fly.
But an important piece of the puzzle is missing, lost in the must and heat of the night. Sometimes he doesn't know what he wants. Sometimes he thinks that the woman laying on his back is nothing more than a dream, and that if he looks through her he'll see something worth seeing. Because everyone knows that dreams can't be real.
With another puff of his cigarette, he finds contentment in one solitary thought:
At least I'm not selling cars.
The End
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