Axl/Sue Fanfic (The Middle)
Title: French Lessons
Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: Valentine's Day III
Summary: Sue asks Axl to teach her the art of French kissing. Axl gladly gives her a hands on approach.
AN: Set after the infamous Frankie explanation of what French kissing is.
AN2: Set in Sue’s POV.
AN3: The moving day Matt mentions is ‘Sunday’ and I've used the Matt/Sue moving discussion and the Axl/Sue discussion regarding Matt and commitment from the episode “The Paper Route”.
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
Chapter Four
“Let’s go Matt, show him what it takes, flip him, flip him and flip him like a pancake.” I cheered, along with Becky, Ruth and Weird Ashley in sync; shaking our pom-poms and to our total surprise, we watched Matt pin his opponent onto the mat as the referee blew the whistle and then everybody cheered loudly.
It was the first win for Orson High for this season.
Or ever.
I dropped my pom-poms and ran over to Matt and said “This is the best day ever! You won the meet and-” I was going to say something else, but was cut off by another of Matt’s team mates as he gave Matt an high five. But then another team mate interrupted once again, then a different one.
After I let Matt’s teammates finish interrupting and giving high fives and celebratory backslaps to Matt, I said brightly “Let’s go for a victory lunch tomorrow at the lake. My shout.” I said before I would let Matt say anything else. I was putting my all in the relationship trying to be the best girlfriend I could be even though I knew wasn’t even a good girlfriend right now, with the ‘cheating’ I was doing with Axl.
I did not notice Matt’s sad expression when I pulled him into a warm, celebratory hug.
The new day dawned with a nice sunny day. I padded out to the kitchen in my pyjamas and hummed softly and started dancing on the spot, twirling over to open the fridge to pull out the milk and placed it on the bench, continued the humming and bopping over to the pantry and reached up to the high shelf on the pantry for my favourite cereal. As I did, my shirt stretched up revealing pale skin. My humming stopped as I let out a yelp and a sudden jump as an arm was wrapped around my waist and a hand stroking my tummy.
I was quickly spun around, my face lifted up.
A hard yet seductive kiss landed on my lips.
The sudden sound approaching footsteps startled us and in reaction, I shoved the boxer clad Axl away, just in time for a tired Mom to enter the room and stagger tiredly towards the coffee maker and began staring at the drip, drip of the coffee percolator. I concentrated on pouring the cereal into the bowl and then the milk, all the while trying to ignore Axl’s triumphant smirk upon his face as he threw up his baseball ball as he sat over at the small circular table. We sat in silence, Axl constantly throwing his baseball up at the roof, ignoring Mom’s insistent warnings not to throw the ball in the house and me eating my breakfast.
As I put the empty bowl in the sink, I turned around and asked “Hey Mom. Can you help me pack a basket for the picnic lunch at the I’m having with Matt today at the lake?” Once I finished, I saw in my peripheral vision that Axl had sat up in shock and the ball hit his forehead on the way back down. I could not help but smirk at myself at Axl’s obvious shock.
I tuned back into what Mom now was saying “… and watermelon and some cookies.” Mom now was standing at the pantry trying to figure out what to pack for the picnic basket.
“Aah, Thanks Mom.” I began my wild victory dance then gave Mom my usual bright smile and a warm hug. “I’m gonna go and get dressed.” I disappeared down the hallway towards my room, not realising Axl had glared at my departing back.
It was lunchtime and Matt and I had arrived to the lake. As I exited the car, I commented “Wow. There’s hardly anyone here.” I looked around me, seeing only three or four people in the distance before putting the blue checked blanket on and on top of that the picnic basket and Matt put down the mini cooler next to it. I began to unpack the stocked picnic basket, and it was revealed that there were PBJ sandwiches, some fried chicken, some watermelon slices and some cookies. I snap-opened the resealable bag and pulled out my PBJ sandwich and bit into it and gave a murmur of contentment and put it down and picked up a plate and piled on some warm chicken onto it and picked up a chicken wing and bit into it. The soothing quietness was punctuated by chewing and murmurs of content from Matt and I as we quietly ate our lunch.
When I finished my sandwich and I helped myself to more fried chicken. Once I finished the plate, I licked my fingers and reached into the mini cooler and pulled out the can of lemonade. I did not notice Matt was zoning out, staring out to the view of the lake with a half-eaten plate of the left over cookies on his lap. Matt then looked back at me and instantly blurted out “I’m moving.”
“What?” I asked blankly, forgetting the cold soda in my hand until it slipped out of my slack hold and fallen onto the blanket. As it sunk in, I nearly shouted “WHAT!?!” it was almost like good luck. Here I was trying to find a way to gently break up with Matt, but along here comes a chance.
“My Dad got a new job in Zionsville. I didn’t want to say anything yet because I was hoping my dad would get fired or something. He’s not the most reliable worker.” He said sighing.
“Oh Matt.” I said sympathetically and drew him into a hug.
As we parted, he said positively “Look, we’ll email and call each other and it’ll be like nothing changed.”
Off my unsure look, he insisted “Trust me. It’ll work.”
“Okay.” I said still unsure.
Matt then continued to talk about our plans to stay together despite the distance between Orson and Zionsville.
When I returned home, carrying the blanket, empty basket and cooler I put it on the kitchen bench and dazedly walked to my room and lay on my bed clutching Woofy and stared at the roof.
I saw Axl walk past my bedroom, wearing his Hens baseball uniform, putting his baseball cap on as he went until he stopped seeing me lying on my bed. He backtracked and entered my room. Possibly trying to fit in another make out before he left for his game, I thought to myself, trying not to sigh.
I blurted out “Matt’s leaving Orson. But we’re both committed to maintaining a long-distance relationship.”
Axl raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Sue. Long distance relationships just don’t work for guys. We need our girlfriends right in front of us and even that doesn’t always work, if they’re standing next to their better looking friend…” he trailed off suggestively.
I stiffened and folded my arms and said defensively “Matt isn’t like you or other guys.”
Axl acknowledged “No argument there, but he’s still a guy.” Then he leaned closer and said slyly “There are rules that guys have - an understanding to what exactly constitutes cheating. So if Matt is not in the same city as you - he would fall into the wiles of another girl.”
"He wouldn't. Would he?" I finished unsurely.
Axl just smiled mysteriously at me and backed out of the room.
“Axl!” I called out, then jumped off the bed and chased after him, intent to get the reason why he would say such a thing like that.
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Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: Valentine's Day III
Summary: Sue asks Axl to teach her the art of French kissing. Axl gladly gives her a hands on approach.
AN: Set after the infamous Frankie explanation of what French kissing is.
AN2: Set in Sue’s POV.
AN3: The moving day Matt mentions is ‘Sunday’ and I've used the Matt/Sue moving discussion and the Axl/Sue discussion regarding Matt and commitment from the episode “The Paper Route”.
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
Chapter Four
“Let’s go Matt, show him what it takes, flip him, flip him and flip him like a pancake.” I cheered, along with Becky, Ruth and Weird Ashley in sync; shaking our pom-poms and to our total surprise, we watched Matt pin his opponent onto the mat as the referee blew the whistle and then everybody cheered loudly.
It was the first win for Orson High for this season.
Or ever.
I dropped my pom-poms and ran over to Matt and said “This is the best day ever! You won the meet and-” I was going to say something else, but was cut off by another of Matt’s team mates as he gave Matt an high five. But then another team mate interrupted once again, then a different one.
After I let Matt’s teammates finish interrupting and giving high fives and celebratory backslaps to Matt, I said brightly “Let’s go for a victory lunch tomorrow at the lake. My shout.” I said before I would let Matt say anything else. I was putting my all in the relationship trying to be the best girlfriend I could be even though I knew wasn’t even a good girlfriend right now, with the ‘cheating’ I was doing with Axl.
I did not notice Matt’s sad expression when I pulled him into a warm, celebratory hug.
The new day dawned with a nice sunny day. I padded out to the kitchen in my pyjamas and hummed softly and started dancing on the spot, twirling over to open the fridge to pull out the milk and placed it on the bench, continued the humming and bopping over to the pantry and reached up to the high shelf on the pantry for my favourite cereal. As I did, my shirt stretched up revealing pale skin. My humming stopped as I let out a yelp and a sudden jump as an arm was wrapped around my waist and a hand stroking my tummy.
I was quickly spun around, my face lifted up.
A hard yet seductive kiss landed on my lips.
The sudden sound approaching footsteps startled us and in reaction, I shoved the boxer clad Axl away, just in time for a tired Mom to enter the room and stagger tiredly towards the coffee maker and began staring at the drip, drip of the coffee percolator. I concentrated on pouring the cereal into the bowl and then the milk, all the while trying to ignore Axl’s triumphant smirk upon his face as he threw up his baseball ball as he sat over at the small circular table. We sat in silence, Axl constantly throwing his baseball up at the roof, ignoring Mom’s insistent warnings not to throw the ball in the house and me eating my breakfast.
As I put the empty bowl in the sink, I turned around and asked “Hey Mom. Can you help me pack a basket for the picnic lunch at the I’m having with Matt today at the lake?” Once I finished, I saw in my peripheral vision that Axl had sat up in shock and the ball hit his forehead on the way back down. I could not help but smirk at myself at Axl’s obvious shock.
I tuned back into what Mom now was saying “… and watermelon and some cookies.” Mom now was standing at the pantry trying to figure out what to pack for the picnic basket.
“Aah, Thanks Mom.” I began my wild victory dance then gave Mom my usual bright smile and a warm hug. “I’m gonna go and get dressed.” I disappeared down the hallway towards my room, not realising Axl had glared at my departing back.
It was lunchtime and Matt and I had arrived to the lake. As I exited the car, I commented “Wow. There’s hardly anyone here.” I looked around me, seeing only three or four people in the distance before putting the blue checked blanket on and on top of that the picnic basket and Matt put down the mini cooler next to it. I began to unpack the stocked picnic basket, and it was revealed that there were PBJ sandwiches, some fried chicken, some watermelon slices and some cookies. I snap-opened the resealable bag and pulled out my PBJ sandwich and bit into it and gave a murmur of contentment and put it down and picked up a plate and piled on some warm chicken onto it and picked up a chicken wing and bit into it. The soothing quietness was punctuated by chewing and murmurs of content from Matt and I as we quietly ate our lunch.
When I finished my sandwich and I helped myself to more fried chicken. Once I finished the plate, I licked my fingers and reached into the mini cooler and pulled out the can of lemonade. I did not notice Matt was zoning out, staring out to the view of the lake with a half-eaten plate of the left over cookies on his lap. Matt then looked back at me and instantly blurted out “I’m moving.”
“What?” I asked blankly, forgetting the cold soda in my hand until it slipped out of my slack hold and fallen onto the blanket. As it sunk in, I nearly shouted “WHAT!?!” it was almost like good luck. Here I was trying to find a way to gently break up with Matt, but along here comes a chance.
“My Dad got a new job in Zionsville. I didn’t want to say anything yet because I was hoping my dad would get fired or something. He’s not the most reliable worker.” He said sighing.
“Oh Matt.” I said sympathetically and drew him into a hug.
As we parted, he said positively “Look, we’ll email and call each other and it’ll be like nothing changed.”
Off my unsure look, he insisted “Trust me. It’ll work.”
“Okay.” I said still unsure.
Matt then continued to talk about our plans to stay together despite the distance between Orson and Zionsville.
When I returned home, carrying the blanket, empty basket and cooler I put it on the kitchen bench and dazedly walked to my room and lay on my bed clutching Woofy and stared at the roof.
I saw Axl walk past my bedroom, wearing his Hens baseball uniform, putting his baseball cap on as he went until he stopped seeing me lying on my bed. He backtracked and entered my room. Possibly trying to fit in another make out before he left for his game, I thought to myself, trying not to sigh.
I blurted out “Matt’s leaving Orson. But we’re both committed to maintaining a long-distance relationship.”
Axl raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Sue. Long distance relationships just don’t work for guys. We need our girlfriends right in front of us and even that doesn’t always work, if they’re standing next to their better looking friend…” he trailed off suggestively.
I stiffened and folded my arms and said defensively “Matt isn’t like you or other guys.”
Axl acknowledged “No argument there, but he’s still a guy.” Then he leaned closer and said slyly “There are rules that guys have - an understanding to what exactly constitutes cheating. So if Matt is not in the same city as you - he would fall into the wiles of another girl.”
"He wouldn't. Would he?" I finished unsurely.
Axl just smiled mysteriously at me and backed out of the room.
“Axl!” I called out, then jumped off the bed and chased after him, intent to get the reason why he would say such a thing like that.
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