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A couple of weeks had passed since Murdoc had woken up in Teresa's bed and he hadn't really spoken to her or seen much of her around. Come to think of it, he hadn't even seen her the morning after they fucked when he woke up in her room.

The first few days of their estrangement were intentional, he wanted to make certain she wouldn't misconstrue that night's events. Besides this minor detail, everything seemed to be going as usual.

When the second week came around however, he was beginning to feel somewhat strange about not hanging out or talking to Teresa. Sure he had seen her around the house and they'd been cordial with each other, but it wasn't the same.

Murdoc felt at odds with himself.

On the one hand, he was glad that she had given him his space and kept her distance. He'd had several "dates" come over since and Teresa seemingly had absolutely no problem with it.

On the other, why hadn't she tried to have a drink and a chat with him yet? While it was true that he hadn't texted or called her for anything, job-related or otherwise, he had half-expected her to come after him.

Eventually, Murdoc's vanity got the better of him and he found himself walking around the mansion aimlessly, hoping to "casually" run into Teresa as she went about the day's given tasks. He'd even asked his band mates if they'd seen her around.

Russell was the one who divulged her whereabouts, which was in the den vacuuming and shampooing the rugs. He walked towards the den and sure enough saw her painstakingly running a vacuum across the room's large area rug. Teresa had her headphones on and was oblivious to Murdoc's entrance.

Murdoc caught Teresa's attention however, and waved her over. She turned the vacuum off and approached him, looking somewhat confused.

"What's up?" She asked, stopping to stand in front of him. Murdoc got nervous all of a sudden, he wasn't sure why.

"How've you been?" Murdoc asked, somewhat timidly. He saw that Teresa was giving him a weird look, as though she was trying to figure him out.

"I've been good? How about you?" Teresa asked, furrowing her brow.

"That's good... so, what have you been up to?" he questioned, his confidence beginning to return to him. He couldn't think of the last time he'd had this much trouble talking to a girl.

"Not much I suppose, just cleaning the rugs and other stuff," Teresa said casually.

"Do you have a minute to talk... you know, not here?" Murdoc asked, feeling very vulnerable out in the den where they could be walked in on at any moment. At this point he just wanted to address that night and finally clear the air. He wanted to know that she wasn't upset with him too much.

"I mean I'm sort of busy right now, you know? Can this wait for later?" Teresa asked incredulously. Murdoc was embarrassed that he had even asked the question, and now Teresa was essentially telling him to fuck off in less aggressive terms. He hadn't felt this sensation since he was a schoolboy, before all the rock god mythology that had been built up around him.

"Err, sure... Come by the Winnebago when you've finished, yeah?" Murdoc asked.

"Ok, sounds good," she said as she walked back to her vacuum.

This behavior was really beginning to disturb him.