Two Faced Passion
A Norman Reedus and Daryl Dixon Love Story
Chapter IV :: Virgin, or no? ::
Norman gritted his teeth together, fighting back a wave of un earthly possession, as he watched Jon and Jasmine chasing one another. Michael watched with open glee, grinning as Norman eyed the two runners, both laughing and cursing the other. Jasmine had somehow gotten Michael and Andrew to play with her and Chandler. Jasmine didn't even know how she did it, she just knew that right now, it was more of a game of tag between her and Jon, then her; Jon, Andrew, and Chandler. Though it didn't seem like the pair cared, they were too busy laughing as Jasmine danced out of Jon's reach. Every time Jon would grab for Jasmine, she would spin out of the way. Leaving a bewildered and confused Jon, who continued to look at the spot, there. Jasmine laughed each and every time she did, because Jon was not learning, he kept going for her.
Jon felt his agitation flare each and every time she would spin out of his reach. It was getting to be annoying, that is, till he figured out what he would do. He smiled at his sudden plan of action, then lunged to grab her. As he expected, she went to spin, but Jon held his foot out, tripping her, and grabbed onto her hand. Holding her in a dip of a dance position. Jasmine laughed, her laugh full of surprise and joy.
"You learned!" she exclaimed, then locked her hands behind his neck, her laugh stopping short. "But not enough," Jon groaned inwardly as Jasmine yanked him down, making herself and Jon fall to the ground. Norman watched in mild anger as Jasmine pulled Jon to the ground, the smirk on her lips a devious one. Jon fell on top of Jasmine, his eyes wide in shock that she would pull him down, while his hands went to stop their fall. Jasmine was letting out a flowing river of giggles, her arms resting at her sides now, her eyes closed. Jon grinned, and rested himself on his knees, then started to tickle his long time friend. He watched in amusement as Jasmine started to squirm, laughing hard. Her hands reached for his, grabbing at his wrists.
"Stop!" she squealed, her voice high with her laughter. "Stop, stop, that tickles!" Jon rolled his eyes as he continued to tickle her sides, grinning at her feeble attempts to push his wrists away.
"That's the point, retard." Norman took a drink of his coffee, turning his attention to Madison. He couldn't stand watching Jasmine and Jon flirt. That's what he seen it as, flirting. He didn't know what he was going to do, why he cared, why he was resisting the urge to grab Jasmine up, pull her body close to his, and tell that world that she was his. When the fact was, she wasn't his, and she wouldn't ever be. She was too young, well. That's the only reasoning he had, to try to make himself not ask her to be his. She didn't even like him, so there was no need, his stupid little crush on her would go away. He inwardly groaned. It wasn't stupid, and it certainly wasn't little. His heart wouldn't beat so fast, his head wouldn't become foggy, and he certainly wouldn't be jealous over Jon. Yeah, Jon was younger that Norman. But out of all the adults, Jasmine was the youngest, there was at least a ten year age difference from her and the youngest here.
"Stop it, prick!" Jasmine screamed out, her eyes watering with tears as she continued to laugh. She was trying to tease Jon into getting angry, because she was laughing too much. Jon did relent, but he was not foolish enough to let her go. Instead, he knelt next to her, and through her over his shoulder.
"We're going to the game room, and I'm beating your ass at snowboarding." Jasmine grinned, and motioned for the others to come.
"Come on, want to see me kick Jons ass at snowboarding?" Norman was not going to pass this up. He'd be damned if he was the only one that lost to her. Everyone watched in amusement as Jon and Jasmine got on the snow boards suspended one foot off of the ground. Both of them wobbling at first.
"Alright, what do I get if I win?" Jon thought it over, he was pretty good at this game, plus he had superb balance. There was no way he was going to loose to the klutz Jasmine. He'd known her sense she was little, she could barely walk on her two feet, this would be sweet.
"I'll be your slave for the rest of the day," he started to regret his decision as he looked at the shit eating grin that was spreading across her face. Norman winced, that man had just sold over his soul.
"Deal! Likewise if you win!" Jon grinned, thinking of what he would do once Jasmine was his slave. Make her run around, make her dress as a horse? Hmm, the options were endless.
"Deal," Norman grinned, and rested his back against the wall, crossing his arms over his abdomen. Jasmine looked back at everyone, and smiled.
"Once I win, let's go swimming? Okay?" Jon scoffed, she sounded so confident. Norman liked the idea, he would be able to see Jasmine in a bathing suit, he wandered if she would wear a bikini, like the rest of the women did. He looked around, his brows furrowing in wonder. Where were the other women?
"If you're wandering where the rest of the girls are, they prefer to hang together, they all went to get their hair and nails done. " Andrew replied, shrugging. "I guess that's how women get along now a days. " Norman looked at Jasmine, watching how her slender form balanced almost perfectly on the moving board.
"Glad Jasmine's not like that," Andrew grinned, and stood beside Norman, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Aren't we all," Andrew decided to tease Norman, just a little. "what about that kiss earlier man, what happened afterwards?" Norman sighed, deciding that talking to Andrew might help him sort everything out.
"I apologized for kissing her, " Andrew cut Norman off with a curt chuckle.
"Well, shouldn't have done that," Norman looked at Andrew, motioning with his hand for Andrew to continue. "I apologized for kissing my wife Gael on our first date, you know what she did?" Norman shook his head, a grin spreading across his lips. "She slapped me and said, and I quote, 'What, am I not good enough?'. I swear, she was so upset she nearly cried. " Norman was still confused, why would they think that it was because they weren't good enough? Andrew knew the other man was thinking this, so he went for the honest answer. The same answer that his wife gave him, when he asked her. "They think that they aren't good enough, because once a man that they like kisses them. It makes them think that they like them back. But when we apologize, it crushes their hopes, and they think that the man was saying that the kiss was a mistake. " Daryl ran a hand through his hair, and cursed.
"Well, fuck." Andrew chuckled, and clapped Norman on the back reassuringly.
"Don't worry, just be you. " Norman looked at Andrew suspiciously. Why would he be saying that, did he know that he liked Jasmine? "It's clear that you two like each other, or well, that your attracted toward each other. " Norman rolled his eyes, hiding his fluster. He wasn't attracted to her, that's what he wanted to say. But he couldn't get his mouth to open.
"Ha! You just turned into a human snow ball." Jasmine laughed, still balancing on the snowboard, her arms on either side of her. Jon rolled his eyes, and kicked the back of the board up as he hit the slope, making his character in the game do a back flip. He landed it, and got fifty points. Jasmine grinned, and did the same with her board, kicked the back up, then rolled the board on it's left side to the front tip. Her character held onto the side of the board, while spinning around in mid air, doing a back flip, and spinning around like a globe. Her character landed it, and a huge 'SUPERB!' flashed across the screen, along with 500 points. Jon stood, staring open mouthed at his friend. He was not going to loose to her, he was not. He leaned over, and pinched her thigh, causing her to jump, the back of the board going up, and making her character face plant the slope. Jasmine looked at her screen with an open mouth. Then, with a slow, threatening, turn of her head to Jon. She grinned, and pounced off of her board, onto him. Pushing him off of his board, sending the both of them on the ground. Jon laughed as she pushed him over, and sat on him. Crossing her arms, with a pout on her lips.
"Sore looser," Jon chimed. Jasmine looked at his head, and stuck her tongue out at him childishly.
"Sore cheater!" Jon laughed once more, then placed his elbow on the ground, resting his head in his hand.
"We going swimming?" Andrew asked, wanting to get out of the heat. Jasmine shot up, and nodded her head.
"Studio swimming pool! I got the directors to make one! Ask one of the guards," she ran into her dressing room, which was like her second room, and looked through her wardrobe. She absolutely was not wearing a bikini, too revealing. She wasn't going to wear anything too covering either, it was far too hot. She wasn't going to wear anything pink, or red, that left half of the closet. She wanted to go with black, but she also liked purple. She grinned as she saw the perfect bathing suit. She got undressed, then put this on. She ran down the hallway, her bare feet tapping against the ground. She grinned as she saw Michael walking down the hallway, a towel over his shoulder, a black shirt and pair of blue swimming trunks on. She jumped on his back, though Michael was expecting it, and didn't stagger. He heard her feet tapping on the ground. He knew that she was the only one that would run through this studio bare foot. Hell, they practically lived here, might as well make it like home.
"Hiya Michael!" Michael chuckled, and held her legs as he kept walking, giving her a piggy back ride.
"Hello to you too, little kitty cat." Jasmine grinned, and rested her chin on Michael's head. Her smile wide, and genuine.
"Ready to swim your heart out!" Michael chuckled, and shook his head.
"Nope, I'm just going to dip my toes in." Jasmine rolled her eyes, and exhaled loudly. Michael decided to tease her, like Andrew did. "So, what happened after the kiss?" Jasmine sighed, a heart felt sigh.
"I tried to joke, and he ran." Michael cracked up, just imagining Norman running out of the room, red faced, smiling. Jasmine frowned, her lips pursed. "Then he apologized about it," Michael winced, his laughter drowning into a grin.
"Well, maybe he didn't want to kiss you like that, maybe on his own accord?" Jasmine scoffed, crossing her arms over his head.
"Or," she drawled, "he didn't want to kiss a kid like me. " Michael rolled his eyes. Yea, the public might see something wrong with their age difference, Michael did at first. But in this world, you can't help who you love, or are attracted to. You only have one life, and you should live it without regrets.
"If you don't remember, he acts like a child." this got Jasmine to smile. He did, she thought, remembering all the times she was with Norman when he acted younger than what he was. It made her feel better.
"Meh," she replied, then jumped down off of Michaels back, seeing as they approached the pool. Everyone, including Norman, was in the large pool area. Jasmine grinned, and ran across the cement, her hair flying behind her. Norman watched with his eyes bugging. Jasmine was very, trim, and curvaceous. She ran, a smile across her face, her hair trailing like fire behind her. Her breasts bouncing with each bounding leap.
"If you keep staring like that, people will think that you're in love." Jeffery mock chided. Norman jumped, his cheeks flushing as Jasmine jumped through the air, bringing her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and doing a cannon ball into the water. Norman bit at the inside of his lip nervously, flushing darker at Jeffery's laughter. "It's funny, how blind you two are." he said as he took his leave. Jeffery knew that every one knew about Norman and Jasmine's infatuation with one another. It was going to be hectic, watching their love life unfold on the big screen, while also watching it first hand. Jasmine pushed past eh surface of the water, flinging her hair back, breathing in the sweet air. She looked at everyone, then grinned evilly.
"Ooh, Norman." she sang, curving her finger at him. Norman glowered at her, a grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, are we going to reenact our water fight?" Jasmine grinned, and sunk lower in the water.
"What, scared you'll loose to me?" Norman rolled his eyes, but ran in after her, diving in. He dove under water, his arms wrapping around her torso, bringing the giggling Jasmine down into the water with him. They both came to the surface, looked at each other, and broke into a fit of laughter. Jasmine, of course, was going to get revenge. She jumped up, and placed both of her hands on Norman's head, dunking him under water, while sliding off of his back, behind him. Norman ignored the way his blood rushed at the feeling of her skin against the skin of his back. He wasn't cut, but he was trim. He obviously had arm muscles from where he was working out. But, he suddenly felt very insecure.
Jasmine swam away as fast as she could, but Norman dove under water, and pushed off of the side of the pool, speeding like a bullet under water. He grabbed her around the torso, and jumped out of the water, flipping her. Jasmine was surprised, but she laughed as she sailed through the air, and into the water. When she broke the surface, she through her hair back, and waved her arms in the air.
"Do it again!" Norman rolled his eyes, grinning, but did as told. Jasmine let out a very child like 'Wee!" as she went through the air once more. Jon grinned as he entered the room, and sat in the pool, kicking his legs back and forth. Jasmine rolled her eyes, and grabbed onto Jon's foot, pulling, as to bring him into the pool.
"What?" Jon asked, looking around. Jasmine pursed her lips together, and put her hands on her hips. Norman decided that he wanted to spend time with Jasmine, alone. So he came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and through her over his shoulder. He walked to the center of the pool, and dropped her down. Creating a splash, as he crossed his arms. He couldn't hide his sudden jealousy, but he had hid it from the others. Jasmine broke the surface, grinning once more. When she seen the scowl on Normans face, she became worried, and stood up fully.
"Are you okay?" Norman decided that he didn't care if the others saw. He wanted to tell her how he felt, it was only right. Jasmine watched as the scowl disappeared, and was replaced with a grin.
"No, but I'm about to be." Jasmine was confused as to what he meant. Though when Norman wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly to his, her questions were answered. Norman placed his lips onto hers, watching as surprise was shown in her eyes. Then, her cheeks flushed red, and she kissed back. Her lips moving against his, the rhythm un practiced, yet perfect in every way.
"Get a room!" Jon yelled out, laughter clear in his voice. Every one else was laughing, shaking their heads, and letting out soft 'Finally!' 's. Jasmine grinned, and wrapped her arms around Norman's shoulders, making it so that Norman didn't have to bend so low. She held up her middle finger to them all, her forehead pressed against Norman's, both of them looking each other in the eyes. Their laughter only echoed, though Norman bit the inside of his bottom lip.
"Is this one an accident, too?" Jasmine asked, her smile unmistakable. Norman would have winced, but he shook his head.
"No, the last one was. I wanted to do it like this," he replied, and kissed her once more, loving the taste of her on his lips. She tasted like vanilla and kiwi. Jasmine was smiling wide now, her heart beating erratically against her rib cage. He tasted like honey and cinnamon, a heady mixture, a mouth watering combination.
"Well then, why didn't you say so?" she replied, after their kiss. Norman rolled his eyes, and grabbed her hand, their fingers entwining as he lead her to the opposite side of the pool. He sat her on the edge of the pool, then sat down himself, their legs now the only thing in the water.
"You're not disgusted, by the age, are you?" he asked, somewhat with a worried tone. He knew that others would see it as putrid, but he honestly liked her. By the smile that spread across her face, he could tell she honestly liked him too.
"No, it doesn't bother me. Sure you don't mind kissing a kid?" Norman rolled his eyes, and squeezed her hand once. Reassuringly.
"Long as you don't mind kissing on an old man." Jasmine slapped him upside the head, his wet hair creating a wet pop sound.
"You're not old," Daryl grinned, and looked at her.
"Twenty questions, to get to know one another?" Jasmine nodded, and pointed to him, to tell him to ask first. "Okay, favorite kid show?" Jasmine grinned widely, and pointed at the sky.
"Adventure Time!" Norman chuckled, and rubbed the pad of his thumb against the back of her hand. "Yours?"
"Adventure Time," he replied, and did the jazz hands with his free hand. "Favorite band?" Jasmine grinned.
"ACDC, Black Sabbath, I can't decide between the two." Norman shook his head, and chuckled. "I wonder who's the older soul here?" Jasmine mock pouted, which was soon turned into a smile as Norman kissed her. "Okay, favorite thing to do on a Saturday morning?" Norman grinned, as if it was obvious.
"Sleep!" Jasmine smiled, at least she knew he would be sleeping in. She loved to sleep in on Saturday and Sunday. "Favorite thing to do over the weekend?" Norman blinked as she took a while to respond.
"Eh, I'd have to say sleeping, reading, or skating." Norman was about to ask what, but that would be one of his questions, and it was her turn. " Favorite thing to do when your not busy being popular?" Now it was Normans turn to smile.
"Play video games, walk on the beach, or sleep. Eating's also a good one," he wanted to ask a question that he had had on his mind for a while. "So, are you a virgin, or no?" Jasmine gave a small smile, one that said she was either really uncomfortable, or really shy.
"Well," Jasmine sighed, and looked away, biting her lower lip. He'd find out sooner or later, might as well say it now.