I'm back. I'm not sure if anyone still reads this fandom anymore, but I actually enjoyed writing the characters in my previous stories and definitely got the itch to start something new.

Just a couple of things…

**First, this is a work of fiction. I don't own anything related to Bates Motel, only any original characters I may decide to include.

**This fiction doesn't follow any of the previous stories I've written.

**Norma is alive in this. Both Nomero and Dylemma are in secret relationships.

**Please don't copy my work** Trust me, it's more fun to create your own storylines anyways. This fiction is also available on A03 Archive of Our Own.

**Please let me know if you enjoy this fiction by commenting because I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot or chaptered? Basically, I'm testing the waters with this so this is super short.

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this…

Bates Motel: Stolen Kisses

A loud chirp from the nightstand indicating an incoming text message interrupts the peaceful serenity of the darkened room, startling Norma from her cocoon of tranquility. Reluctantly, Norma squints her eyes open and uses the body beneath her for leverage as she pushes her hands on the strong chest next to her and peeks over toward the small tabletop. Her eyes widen in shock in noticing the name displaying on her cell's screen.

All of a sudden, Norma whips the covers off her body in a fury. "We can't do this anymore, Alex." Norma huffs as she scrambles off the bed in a hurry, quickly snatching up the previously forgotten flowered dress from the floor.

"Well, that's not what you said 15 minutes ago when you were using my shoulder as a pillow," the Sheriff says with a smirk as he casually leans his back against the headboard of his bed and directs his gaze upon a frenzied Norma. "I believe, 'I want us to stay like this forever,' were your exact words." The man continues, wearing a smug smirk as he clasps his hands behind his head, his focus never leaving the frantic woman in front of him.

Norma turns to glare at the man and tosses a pillow at his face, earning a groan from the Sheriff. "That's what you get," she smiles playfully before quickly turning away to slip on her heels and grab her phone from the side table. Norma then hurriedly moves toward the doorway to leave the room without a second glance.

"Oh no you don't!" Alex shouts in Norma's direction as he sees her speedily step through the bedroom door and rush into the living room. "You can't blame me for any of this," he continues sternly while roughly shoving his legs into some random pants he found thrown to the ground in a pile and jogging after the woman, leaving his belt still unclasped around his waist in his haste. "Remind me, who is the one that cornered me in the grocery store parking lot," he says mockingly as he reaches his hand to lightly grasp Norma's bicep to stop her from moving forward. The Sheriff then unexpectedly spins her around to face him, causing her to drop the phone from her previous tightened grip. The Sheriff towers over her and shuffles his feet forward until the woman's back touches a nearby wall.

Norma meets his eyes briefly before she sighs in annoyance, knowing he is correct. A tiny giggle escapes her lungs in recalling the shocked look on Alex's face when she confronted him almost 2 hours ago, just after he loaded his groceries in his trunk. She flashes a bright smile while remembering the way his cheeks tinted pink when she whispered with a warmed breath some suggestive words in his ear. He was putty in her hands at that moment and they both knew it. Quickly the couple scanned the area, careful to go unnoticed as they both dashed to their cars to make the trip to the Sheriff's house.

Now as the blissful 60 minutes had quickly ticked away this breezy fall afternoon, Norma wants to run out of the house pretending nothing happened between the two of them. This is not an uncommon outcome for the couple since they began spending time together six months ago, but every time she's desperate to run away his heart cracks a little. He wonders silently while he stares down with a slight frown at the anxious woman in his loving grip, if anything will ever change or are they doomed to this superficial secret relationship.

Questions begin to sweep into his mind and swirl around his already crowded thoughts. How much longer are they able to continue down this path, before everything they've built disappears? How much longer will his heart be able to take before it breaks completely? How much longer can they both survive this secrecy? His mind is so distracted trying to soundlessly answer his own questions, he doesn't feel his grasp loosen or feel delicate fingers tentatively touch either side of his face.

"I care about you, if that's what you're wondering about in that stubborn mind of yours." Her lips tilt upward into a cautious smile, testing the man's current mood carefully. Forcing life back into his chocolate brown eyes, Norma stands on her tip toes to ensure his focus is solely on her before continuing. "I just have to be slow about all of this. You know Norman is in a fragile state, I can't risk it," she takes a deep breath then drops back down to her regular height. "And with Dylan, well, I could lose his trust if he finds out I've been sneaking around with the big bad Sheriff in town. I've tried so hard to change his opinion of me since he's walked back into my life and I'm finally doing it. I can't lose that. Just let me ease into all of this. Okay?" Norma then pauses as she sees him step backwards, putting a growing distance between the two of them. "I like you, Mr. Sheriff." She says with a lightness in her tone, trying to change his declining mood. Unfortunately it's apparent that it doesn't work when he turns away from her, shrugging off her lighthearted comment. "I promise this won't last forever, just let me figure all of this out. You'll see, there is a happy ending for us Alex. Just give me time."

Alex sits on his couch, with his body leaning over and his head held in his shaky hands. "I've given you six months Norma" he groans, gradually leaning back to sink his body into the couch cushions.

"Technically, 5 ½." She sasses while gliding across the carpet, subtly swaying her hips with every footstep. Once she's close enough to touch him, Norma uses his leg as a chair and manipulates his lifeless arms until they are secured tightly around her waist. She snuggles into his chest and places featherlike kisses to his neck until his stoic expression morphs into a gentle fond look and a small chuckle leaves his previously tightened mouth. "You know I have made sacrifices for us," she whispers into his skin.

"Oh yeah? And what would those sacrifices be?" His words are almost breathless as she continues nipping at his skin.

"My ice cream has most likely melted in my car," she murmurs, earning a lazy smile from the man.

The Sheriff's eyes flicker and eventually slip closed so he can only feel the sensation of various kisses being pressed lightly into his faintly dampened neck by the woman safe in his hold. Maybe they can have their happy ending after all, he thinks as her lips now move to the sensitive area under his jawline or maybe this is her attempt to distract him from the issue attempting to pull them apart. Whatever it is, he's enjoying every bit of this moment but that is her plan, he knows it. She's successfully disrupting him from his destructive thoughts, just as she does every time. He's weak for her, but he can't bring himself to care at the moment. So, he allows his mind to steadily empty and his emotions to still as he breathes in her sweet scent and becomes absolutely consumed in her closeness.

The silence is broken for a second time with another loud shrill from the phone that was dropped to the floor several minutes before. Norma jerks her body away from his at the sound, causing him to instinctively tighten his grip around her. The woman teasingly slaps his hands away and then climbs off the man's lap. Once her feet hit the carpet, Norma rushes toward the discarded phone and picks it up, noticing the screen lit with another urgent message.

Once Norma picks up her purse on a nearby chair and drops the phone inside, she catches a glimpse of disappointment etched on her lover's face as he remains motionless on the couch. She quickly shakes the sudden feeling of guilt rushing thru her veins, believing all of this is only temporary.

One day, there will be no complications she attempts to convince herself while reluctantly touching the handle to the front door. Her body is momentarily rendered immobile, unwilling to move in the confusion of the push and pull of her heartstrings.

With a deep inhale from her lungs and a brief flutter of her dampened eyes, Norma ultimately wills herself to step outside. As she slowly but surely closes the door behind her with a discreet click, Norma misses the dejected expression adorning the Sheriff's typical steel-like features.

Continue… Yes? Or No?