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Slowly, she leans in and presses her soft, warm lips upon his cheek-barely nicking the side of hisown. She grazes her lips toward his ear and spoke in a sweet whisper, her voice thick with an English accent. This illustrated where she must've grown up, even if she didn't look so European.

"That's my secret."

She smiles yet again, playfully nibbling Austin's earlobe as an act of pure seduction. She did this just to amuse herself with his reaction, but quite quickly she lets him go and sits back up, next to him.

"Sorry to distrub you.. Just wanted to stop by, I guess."

She still spoke in a whisper, the room is so silent.
Austin could feel her warm touch again upon his shoulder, her tone manages to be a fraction softer.

"I dreamed of you."

She was looking down now, fiddling with the bedsheets as she spoke.

"Busy, you know.."

She looks down at him with tired eyes, enjoying his soft and affectionate touch. One that she's longed for... Slowly, she shuts her eyes.

She smirks.

"I wouldn't want that."

She accepted his offer, laying next to him-careful with her sore shoulder from her fight a few days before. She slips the covers snug over her body, the warmth a total contrast with her icey, but smooth skin. She sighs lightly, scooting closer to Austin, wrapping a leg around his and snuggling against his chest.

That's how she loved to sleep, cuddled against something-anything-and loved to keep warm. She went silent for a moment to enjoy the comfort. She hoped he wouldn't mind her sudden intrusion. She was.. really close, afterall.

Vixie slowly opens her almond brown eyes half way, waiting for them to adjust to the sunlight. Her grip on Austin grows a fraction tighter, and she gently nuzzles into his chest with a noiseless sigh.

The light shone upon the high of her cheeks so her eyes glew an organic color, hair set in beautiful amber waves. After a moment, she lifts her gaze and looks into Austin's closed eyes, leaning in to plant a soft kiss just below his chin.

Austin picked up the discarded keys quietly, jingling them in his hand.
"you don't run off again, understand?"
He placed the key in its slot, opening the door too his room. Immediately the first thing he saw was his bed, and the first thought that came to mind was the night vixie had visited him. It'd been nearly a week, but it was still fresh in his mind, as if it'd just happened five seconds ago. every movement. every breath drawn, and released. Oh well. None of it mattered. Austin had finally figured out that it was impossible for him and Vixie to be together. Especially since She never stayed in one place for more than a day.
Deciding to not spend time reminiscing useless memories, he quickly went through the room to pick up random shirts, shoes or pants that were out of place. He went to his bed, and reached underneath to grab a cot and sleeping bag. moving the two to his guitar rack, he set up a temporary bed.
"You go ahead and grab the bed, okay?"
He dusted the bag off. It hadn't been used in centuries, and smelled of pine needles and old Coke. Afterwards, he reached up to pick out his newly acquired 5 string bass. Which was red, had a rosewood fretboard, silver detailings, and an arcanum tailplate. It looked like the exact opposite of his favorite four string stilletto bass from schecter.

Austin lightly smiled, somehow finding a light comfort that this strange young woman could easily sleep. He shook his head lightly afterwards. It was late in the afternoon, apparently. But the clock said otherwise.
"Man, daylight savings can be a b***h.."
Austin yawned slightly. After he'd gotten his hour of practice in, he'd check into slumberland as well. but not before then; Only after.
He slowly approached his computer, taking a seat in the old red sit and spin he trasured. Typing in a few words, he created a practice list. He pulled on his Dj headphones, connected them to the computer with the extension, then sauntered over to his makeshift bed to practice ' Carry Me Home' by The living End.


After an hour of practice, Austin yawned again; His mouth expanding to a nearly unbelieavable size in exhaustion. He'd filled his quota for the day. Time for a nice nap. He placed the Bass back on it's hang, then slipped underneath the nylon of the bag. After a moment, he turned to notice something; Kia had no covers on.
So, though against his desire to remain in bed, he rose up to change that. He crossed the room, then grabbed the blanket beneath Kia. Gathering a light amount of energy in his hand, he created tension in the blanket until it met kia's body. Then he released the energy in a burst, yanking it seamlessly from beneath her. He slowly placed it on top of her, just barely stopping himself from going so far as to tuck her in.
"God, what am i? a Nanny?"
He shook his head slowly, heading back to his own bed.

Austin jolted up immediately, when he heard movement in the room.
"Who's there?"
His gaze immediately turned to Kia, and he stared her down for a moment while she wandered. Then his memory of recent events kicked in, and he remembered. The break in, the new kid, the room. All came back to him. He rubbed his eyes quietly, turning to swing his legs so they hung from the side of the cot.
"Sorry about that...Not used to people staying with me. and i'm still kinda edgy since the break-in."
He yawned softly, running his hand through his naturally curly hair. Austin never did have it easy with his hair, he always had to fight it to get it to look good.
And it almost never came out the way he wanted it to.

He crossed the room after rising from his temporary bed, moving to his drawer. He pulled out the fifth drawer, and dumped out all of the clothing on the floor next to his bed. He placed the drawer back in.
"There's a drawer for you."
He picked up the scattered clothing, then moved to his trashcan. He dumped everything in a single go, then bagged the trash. Moving back to his drawer, he pulled out a towel, some soap, and a bottle of caramel-cream colored shampoo; His favorite personal blend.
He pulled out a fresh change of clothes, then slung them over his forearm.
"By the way. You never told me your name?"