Flurry of Flames Second Chance: Part 11
When Axel closed the door behind Natasha he took notice of her rigid countenance. She was slightly upset about something. The smirking corners of his lips turned down when she sat down to bite her nails on the side of her bed, next to her clock that read '7:38 PM'. He glided over and crossed his arms in front of her.
"What's wrong, Tasha?" he asked with a fake pouting lip. She barely gave him a second look before returning to biting her nails.
"I think my father knows. I hate hiding things from them like this for too long."
He uncrossed his arms and was about to say something comforting, but he figured it wasn't his place. Instead he placed his hands on his narrow hips with a sigh and a shake of his head. His hand went forward and playfully knocked her hand away from her mouth, shaking a finger at her afterward.
"That's a very bad habit."
Natasha gave him a weak smile and threw herself back on her bed. Axel instinctively took a seat at her left side, his rear cushioned by the softness of the mattress and sheets. He looked at her over his shoulder with hopeful eyes.
"You don't regret any of this, do you?" it sounded better in his head than when he expressed it in words. He hoped it didn't sound nearly as dumb to her. She looked at him with an apologetic expression.
"Of course I don't regret it. I've had more fun with you in these five days than in the entirety of my vacation without you."
Axel smirked to her and went back to looking out the window. These fond memories would surely help him remember to come back for her later.
((A/N: Here's the next shorty! ; ))