Current Axl

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After a long day of dealing with my rambunctious children, I was exhausted and hungry. In an effort to give me some reprieve, Beta took Aster, my twelve year old, and Azalea, my eight year old, to a nearby park. Fortunately, Alder, my eighteen year old, was hanging out with some of his friends, so the house was relatively silent aside from the dishwasher in the kitchen and the little French Bulldog scampering around the house, his toenails clicking on the wooden floor.

My thoughts were broken by my growling stomach.

I paused my flicking through the channels on the tv and trekked into the kitchen. What did I want to eat?

Deciding on a sandwich, I pulled out the necessary ingredients and set to work lathering the condiments onto the bread slices and building up the meat and other ingredients to create the perfect sandwich. Finally, I put everything away and plopped the bread slices together.

My moment was interrupted by the sound of the front door, a whistled tune, and the jingling of keys. Knowing it was my husband, I simply raised the sandwich to my mouth and took a bite, savouring the wonderful flavours.

Noticing the crumbs I dropped on the counter, I put my sandwich down as I chewed and scooped the crumbs into my other hand. I dusted my hands off on the sink, anticipating the next bite of my sandwich with the swipe of my tongue along my lips.

"This sandwich is so good," I said to myself, lifting it up to take another bite. As I chewed off a piece and set the sandwich down again to get a drink, Axl walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw me.

"Hey babe," I greeted him, filling a cup with ice water. Axl leaned against the counter, most likely waiting on me to look at him.

When the cup had nearly an inch until maximum capacity, I turned off the faucet and took a sip, turning to my awaiting husband.

"Hey."

I pressed a small kiss to his cheek and reached around him to get my sandwich. Axl, as always, placed his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. I rolled my eyes slightly at his behaviour but said nothing as I took another bite of my sandwich.

"Can I taste?" Axl asked softly. I nodded, holding up my sandwich so he could have a bite. Instead, Axl leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips, prodding at my bottom lip with his tongue. I placed my hands on his chest, being wary of my sandwich, and denied him access.

My husband, feeling playful, moved his hand to pinch my bottom. I opened my mouth in shock and Axl took the liberty of slipping his tongue inside, exploring my mouth. I pulled away from him abruptly, feeling heat rise in my cheeks.

"That is a good sandwich," Axl said with a devious smile, attempting to pull me toward him again. I stepped away quickly, snagging my water as I retreated.

"Why are you like this?" I asked, a smile playing at the corner of my mouth. Axl chuckled slightly.

"You know you love me." I shook my head and took a sip of my water. Axl raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Babe," he warned as I walked backwards out of the kitchen.

"Azalea and Aster'll be home with Beta at any minute," I shrieked as Axl advanced toward me slowly.

"This isn't over!"Axl called out as I turned the corner.

"Yes it is!"