A/N: Just because the show ended does not mean our beautiful couple can't keep being alive, in love and having fun under the sun in our stories, right? This one is for the people who kept requesting (and never gave up) I write this story. You know who you are ;) I think this story might be 2-3 chapters long and I really hope you all like it.
Alex closes the front door behind him and he sighs happily. Another early evening at home with his wife is all he wants, all he needs to be truly content.
"Norma?" He asks when she doesn't come to the door to greet him as she often does.
"In here!" She answers from the back of the house. Alex starts walking down the hallway and finds her in the laundry room, bending over, her top half almost inside the drying machine, trying to get the clothes out. He admires her shape from behind and when it comes to her he has a weakness so he grabs her, pushing her hips into his.
She gasps audibly and stands up straight, pressing her back into his chest.
"Hi." She says in a playful tone, putting her hands on top of his.
"Hi, yourself." He murmurs while inhaling and sinking his nose in her hair. Norma can feel him getting harder against her ass. She's enjoying this far too much but she suddenly spins around and puts a stop to his advances.
"You're home early again!"
He chuckles at her enthusiasm.
"Yes, I am. It's been a couple slow days." He sees her smiling up at him and gives her a sweet kiss.
"Come on, let's eat. I'm starving!" She exclaims after breaking their kiss, and pulling him by the hand into the kitchen, the laundry already forgotten.
They're almost done with their dinner when Alex speaks.
"So, remember the party we went to on New Year's?"
He asks and sees as Norma's face lights up at the memory of their first public function together, one that he had to go because of work, and that even though they weren't too excited about going to, it ended up being a lot of fun.
"Yes, that was only two weeks ago."
"Well, Matt was telling me he's selling his boat, and I told him how I've always wanted to have one but can't afford it, and he offered I could use his for a week or so… you know, before the new owner goes to pick it up. So, do you wanna go on a boat trip?" Alex explains and looks at her, waiting for her to be excited about the possibility of a few days alone with him on a boat.
"In January? But it's freezing!" Norma screams in horror and he laughs.
"Not in the Caribbean. That's where the boat is." Alex says proudly. Norma smiles devilishly.
"When is this trip of yours?"
"Ours. This trip of ours. We can go next week. I'll check flights tonight."
"Can you leave work?"
"Norma, I haven't taken a day off in years. I have enough days available and I'm the boss. I can take a week off. Besides, I got married a month ago; I think I owe my wife a honeymoon." He says the last part with a glint in his eyes as he studies her face, her beautiful face that is slowly lighting up again, until a full smile appears on it.
"I have to buy a bathing suit!" She jumps from her chair and goes over to Alex, hugging him from behind while he's still sitting, smiling like a fool at her enthusiasm.
Six days later, and after a flight with two stops, Norma and Alex are riding in a taxi, taking in the beautiful lush scenery of their tropical destination. Or at least Norma is. Alex is currently looking at her. He loves how excited she seems right now, looking out the window, a dreamy smile on her face. She looks gorgeous too; in her white and blue dress and her pretty blue wedge shoes.
"I really like that dress. I've never seen it before." He tells her, trying to get her attention.
"Hmm? Oh! This one. Yes, I love it too. It's Norman's favorite dress." She mentions without thinking and as soon as her words leave her mouth she can see his puzzled expression.
"Uh, I usually only wear it during spring or summer anyway. I couldn't find it, had to go searching for it almost through the entire house." She mentions hurriedly and turns her face back to the view out the window.
"Where was it?" Alex asks after a minute.
"What?"
"The dress. You said you couldn't find it."
"Oh I found it in Norman's closet." An uncomfortable silence hangs between them. "I must have put it there sometime and forgot about it."
Alex nods slowly. He knows that's not the truth but he's in no mood to talk about Norman anyway. Not here, not now. They're here to have fun, and to enjoy each other's company away from White Pine Bay and all its problems, including her son who's still at Pineview.
"Well, I'm glad you found it." He observes and she flashes a thankful smile. She's relieved that he has decided to drop the subject.
"Don't worry, I brought your favorite dress too." She winks at him and even through the sunglasses she has on, he can see the mischief in her eyes.
The cab makes a stop. Alex pays the driver and starts walking towards the boats area, where 20 or so boats are anchored in the private dock. The rustic looking dock is simple, the boats are not. While he's effortlessly carrying their bags he notices Norma's pace has slowed down. He looks behind him and finds her admiring the view of the sea and the mountains in the horizon, and then she looks at him with a dreamy expression in her eyes.
"Thank you for bringing me here. It's beautiful."
"You're welcome. But… we haven't seen anything yet. Come on, let's get settled and then we can go explore." She accepts his invitation and starts walking again.
When they reach their boat, the last one in the row of not so small ones, Alex hops into it first and then takes her hand to help her. After he's sure she's got her footing, he finds the keys, opens the door and they get in. He settles their bags in the floor and looks around.
"Pretty impressive, huh?"
Norma is looking in awe at the interior of the boat. It has all the furnishings of a house. Beautiful decoration and her favorite part: a complete kitchen.
"This is not a boat, Alex. This is a yacht." She observes motioning around her. "This actually reminds me of Nick Ford's boat."
"You… you've been to Nick Ford's boat?"
"Yeah, he invited me once when he was helping me stop the bypass. I said the same thing I did now: this is a yacht."
He shakes his head at his wife's memory. She really is a Pandora box; he's always learning new stuff about her.
"Do you wanna go eat? I'll buy groceries later so we can cook and eat here too, but for now we have to go out."
"We? I think you mean so I can cook."
"I can help you?" He offers sheepishly.
"I'm kidding. You know I love to cook." She smiles at him. "Let me change into something more comfortable for this weather."
She takes her bag and disappears into the narrow stairwell that leads to the bedroom. When she comes back, dressed in a green short summer dress and open toe sandals, she sees Alex has changed too. She loves to see him dressed in casual cargo pants and white cotton shirt, what she calls 'man sandals' and no socks. She smiles appreciatively at him, he does the same when he notices her spaghetti strap dress, one that he is sure she's not wearing a bra underneath. His eyes travel to her chest and stay there for a few seconds too long, so that she can guess what he's thinking. She arches her brow at him when his eyes meet hers again, he clears his throat, offers her his hand and they go out.
It's still early afternoon so they take a stroll, happy to browse the picturesque food and souvenirs kiosks along the line. For the tourists' convenience, small stores that sell everything from clothes to groceries to scuba diving gear are lined along the road.
This time of the year means that the area is not packed, even though is still technically high season. There is a good amount of people walking around, couples mostly since this is a pretty distant and private beach, but there are no huge crowds. It is perfect for a nice romantic honeymoon. They find a restaurant and settle down to eat.
Two hours later, stomachs full and blood streams inebriated, they make easy conversation about everything and nothing in particular, just enjoying each other and the cool breeze that is currently blowing Norma's hair away from her face.
"I'm thinking tomorrow we can take the boat out for a little ride." Alex mentions.
"And why would we do that?" Norma snickers disapprovingly.
"Because I thought you might like to spend the day at sea."
"I thought we were just gonna stay docked. I didn't know you knew how to sail."
"I was in the Marines. I know my way around a boat."
"Oh, right."
"Besides, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Really? Like what?"
"I may not be as full of surprises as you, Norma Bates, but I promise you, I have my secrets too." He takes the last sip of his drink and motions for the waiter to bring the check.
"Oh I can't wait to find out." Norma teases him, battling her eyelashes at him from behind the pink umbrella of her drink, and he smiles.
The walk back to the dock proves to be more difficult, since Norma can't stop herself from either giggling or stopping at every little store she sees. When they're close to the beach and they can hear the waves crashing on the shore, Norma looks up and sees the moon is high on the sky, casting the perfect spotlight on them.
"Alex? Dance with me." And even though is a weird request, to dance in the middle of the sidewalk, there's the breeze blowing her dress and hair away, there's music in the distance, and Alex simply takes her in his arms and accepts that he would do anything she asks. Always has. Always will.
Alex guides Norma in the dance with a firm hand at the small of her back, feeling her heated skin through the flimsy material of her dress, and enjoying the warmth radiating off her. Her hands have gone to the back of his neck and are playing with his hair there. Then she looks into his eyes, and sees all the love reflected back at her. She doesn't know who closes the distance but their lips meet in a soft sensual kiss that slowly turns into heated need. When Alex feels he can't wait any longer and his hands have traveled down to her ass, he remembers they're in public, and even though nobody knows them here, he doesn't want anybody to witness this, this is only for them. He gently hugs her as the song ends.
"I think I had too many… what was the name of that drink again?"
"Piña colada."
"Yeah, those. I had too many pinha coladas." She slurs in her bad Spanish and Alex laughs. "But they were yummy. Can we have more of those tomorrow?"
"Yes, baby. You can have as many as you want."
She looks pleased with his answer.
Arriving at the yacht again, Alex put one foot in the boat and keeps one on the dock, holding his hand to help a tipsy Norma into their temporary floating home.
"It's pitch black!" He looks up to see she seems genuinely scared.
"What if the boat gets loose and we end up lost at sea?" She argues.
"Norma, that's not gonna happen." Alex half laughs, half seriously states.
"How do you know?" She has her arms crossed over her chest, in a very defensive posture.
"Because see that thing? That's a gigantic rope that is tying the boat to the dock, and the anchor is down. It won't get loose. I promise." He patiently explains her.
She doesn't look very convinced.
"Do you trust me?" He asks her.
"You know I do." She pouts adorably.
"Then come on board." This time she takes his hand.
As soon as they enter the inside of the boat they start kissing each other. Hands grabbing and stroking any body part they can find.
"Wait, wait." Norma says breathlessly. He stops touching her instantly.
"I have something to show you. Let's go in the bedroom."
Norma goes into the bathroom and Alex starts taking off his clothes until he's only wearing his black spandex boxers.
When she gets out of the bathroom, she's wearing her blue robe and Alex is confused for a second, until she opens said robe and lets it drop to the floor with a dramatic flourish.
"I told you I brought your favorite dress too." She mentions seductively as she stands in front of him in all her naked glory.
His brain has stopped working but his eyes have not. They roam over every inch of her body from head to toes and back up to her face. She moves her hand up and down her thigh, softly caressing herself and that little movement springs him into action. He reaches her and holds her head in his hands while he kisses her, devouring her mouth like a starved man.
She starts laughing, an intoxicating happy laugh that is driving him crazy. They fall into the bed. She's drunk but this time he won't stop. There's no need to worry about taking advantage of her because he's sure she wants this as much as him. He ravishes her body, swallows her laughter and her moans.
When their joined hips move in a passionate dance, Alex thinks he doesn't know if the gentle rocking of the boat is from the sea or their movements against each other. He's sure he's imagining it all, the yacht can't be rocking, but either way he loves it. And he plans to spend the next week doing exactly this.
TBC...