Two Faced Passion

A Norman Reedus and Daryl Dixon Love Story

Chapter VI :: Holding you, like this, is heaven. ::

Jasmine felt like she was floating. Her subconscious clinging to the material she was using as a bed. She was, somewhat, perplexed when she felt two elevations within the material, along with two different textures. One was stiff, but soft at the same time, a perfect combination for a mattress, the other, was a mixture of quite a few. Warm, soft yet tough, and gave herself a sense of safety. Her heart beat slower, a smile came to her lips, her arm wrapped around the mysterious object. She decided whatever this was, she wanted one. Norman was watching as Jasmine fell asleep, they were watching Children of the Corn when she fell asleep. He ended up laying down as well, and just, naturally, put Jasmine beside him, holding her on the large couch. He had one hand under his head, his head turned to watch the movie, while his free hand was wrapped around Jasmine, the pad of his thumb rubbing over her soft skin.

At the feeling of her moving, wrapping her arm around his mid section, he looked at her. A smile came to his face, along with a sudden sense of familiarity. He noticed the upturn of her lips, the way her eyebrows were relaxed, her face void of all tension. It filled him with a feeling of ease. Holding her like this, being with her like this, it was heaven. He knew that some people would say that they were moving too fast, but it wasn't really true, not when you shared feelings as strong as they had. Norman knew how to love, he knew the correct way, and he was always so strong with his love. Jasmine, he felt that is, was the same way. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, reveling in the fact that she was not wearing makeup. He was glad, too. Not that he didn't mind makeup, when it was needed, of course. Jasmine's beauty was special, her eyes could halt someone with their thinking, and hold them down as she talked, smiled, and grinned. He loved the way her eyes glistened when she would be telling him about how much fun she was having, how her cute button nose scrunched up when she was lying.

He realized all to well, that despite her being an amazing actress, she was very vulnerable, and a terrible liar. He watched as her eyes fluttered, as if she would wake up, then would sooth over again, as she became susceptible to sleep. He loved the way she was holding him now, even in her sleep she was blindingly beautiful. He, at first, thought that he and Jasmine would work for a few days. Now, on the other hand, he decided he didn't want to leave her side. He'd be a complete idiot to let Jasmine go, and he wasn't planning on it. She loved kids, loved being with others, loved smiling and laughing and acting on her youth. She wasn't trying to grow up so quickly, like every other woman and man in this era, no. She was focused on having fun, and living without regrets. Just like him, she wanted to live life to the fullest, she concentrated on the here and now, instead of then and when.

Jasmine yawned, her eyes slowly opening against the force of sleep. She heard noise in the distant, sounding like screams muffled by a speaker. She felt a constant motion on her arm, sending chills down her spine. Her gaze rested on a rising and falling gray T-shirt, she traveled up the shirt, following the showing collar bones, up the neck, and resting on the smiling face of Norman. His brown hair askew from the couch arm, a grin on his lips, his eyes half lidded. She smiled, and rested the back of her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes locked with his.

"Sleep well?" he asked, grinning as the movie ended. She'd only been asleep an hour or so, but by the way she woke up, you'd think she was asleep her whole life. If it was possible, she was even more beautiful when she woke up. Her eyes glittering with fresh tears from yawning, her hair cascading in natural elegant curls down her shoulders, over his arm, and over his chest. She smiled, and brought the hand resting over his chest to her eyes, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.

"Very, did I hurt your arm?" she asked, noticing she had been laying on it. Norman grinned, and shook his head, while looking her over. He absolutely, positively, was stricken with this girl. No, woman. He corrected, mentally scolding himself.

"No, " he answered, letting his eyes take in every detail of her that he could. He wanted to memorize every detail about her, every scar, every dimple. He wanted to memorize them all, he didn't want to ever have to memorize them again. He wanted to be able to see her, even in the future, like this. Jasmine smiled, and pressed her forehead against his, their noses touching. Norman wasn't just sexually attracted to her, no. He loved her, heart and soul, personality and thoughts. Everything about her, filled him with a sense of longing that he'd never felt before. It was something sweet, and never ending. Like he would die, and go to heaven, and never feel the over whelming security he did with her.

"Hmm," she hummed, then smiled, looking into his eyes. "you know, ." she said it with a smile, making one similar to hers appear on his face. "Most people will not think to highly of you dating a younger girl, are you sure that I'm good enough?" Norman smiled, despite his pain at her words. He knew that it was true, he knew he would most likely not be picked for future roles because of this, but he didn't care. It was in the past, it was something he could not, and would not, undo. His smile reassured her, making a smile of pure joy spread across her lips.

"I'm sure, you positive you don't want people thinking your into old men?" she let out a small laugh, despite herself, and gave him a soft, chaste kiss.

"You're not old, " she gave him another peck on the lips, resting her head on his chest once more. Her free hand resting beside her, drawing small circles on his skin. She didn't know why she did it, she just felt like touching him, holding him, returning the love that he was showing her. "and those people that think that, can go stuff it." Norman laughed and kissed her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. He was surprised that he could not define that smell, what he could, he could define as subtle sweet, with a mix of citrus and aquatic fragrances. It was refreshing, making the sleep that threatened to take over him so, so much stronger.

"Norman?" she questioned, moving her head slightly, looking at him. He let out an barely audible grunt. She just smiled, and bit her bottom lip. "This is going to sound wrong, but you look very uncomfortable on the couch, do you want to sleep on the bed?" Norman, again, grinned.

"We are moving fast, aren't we?" he questioned in jest. She fell for the bait, her cheeks blushing prettily. He did sit up, running his hands through his hair. He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow, while smirking. "You going to sleep with me?" he was joking, of course, but by the way she played with her hair nervously, he knew she wanted to.

"Well," she trialed off, then prepared herself for telling the biggest secret of her life. "I cuddle, and it's a long way to the hotel where I'm at. You're comfortable, and I," she was cut off by Norman laughing. He was stunned at first, then over joyed. She wasn't going to sleep with him, she was going to sleep with him.

"Good, because I like cuddling." he wasn't lying, he did, but none of his past girlfriends liked it. They said that they had personal spaces that needed to be respected. Though every time his son was over, he would lay with his son like this, on the couch, watching a movie or playing a game.

"Oh, well, okay then." she replied lamely. Norman got up, and held his hand out to her. Jasmine grabbed hold of his hand, and entwined her fingers with his, letting him lead her through the hallways, to his room. Once he opened the door, she was surprised, it wasn't perfectly clean, but it wasn't over all messy. It was much, much cleaner than her hotel room. Norman didn't feel nervous, he was how he was, and if she didn't like that, well. He would be hurt, but he'd understand, he wasn't a neat freak, but he did clean every now and then.

"It's perfect," she complimented him, earning a surprised smile from him. He was just smiling as he picked her up, suddenly, surprising her, and through her on the bed. She let out a sudden burst of giggles as she bounced on the bed. Finding it softer than she thought, but also with a bit of strength, giving a body forming foam, with enough strength to hold the places that were deep. Norman jumped in bed beside her, kicking his shoes off. Jasmine had kicked hers off in the living room before, so all she needed to do, was place herself in Normans arms, wrapping her own around his torso once more.

Norman was suddenly filled with an over whelming wave of joy. His bed would smell like her, his pillow would smell like her, his shirt would now smell like her. It would, all, smell just like her. He watched as she fell asleep, taking in every detail of her, as if he was a master painter, and she was his next portrait. He took in the way her eyelashes, full and thick, rested against her cheeks. Her cheeks dusted a soft pink with her earlier blush. It was all too cute, it was all too Jasmine.

"You're so special to me," he trailed off, pulling her closer, letting his lips trail over her hair as he spoke. "you don't even know how much." he smiled brightly, putting his free arm around her waist, while she laid on his other one. Jasmine, let out a yawn twelve hours later, feeling more comfortable than usual. She knew automatically that she wasn't in her hotel bed, she remembered everything that had happened last night. A smile coming on her face of pure joy. She opened her eyes, the blur from sleep soon going away as she took in Normans features, watching as his lips parted, his cheek pressed against the pillow as he held her close. His left leg in between both of hers, the right one hooked over both of hers. She was pressed against his chest, his lips hovering over her forehead, his breath fanning her face. Jasmine had a sudden thought of Norman not being human, seeing as how he didn't have morning breath.

He was so innocent looking, so peaceful looking, that Jasmine couldn't stop her next actions. She strained her neck, and pressed her lips against his, giving him a soft kiss. She was about to pull back, when Norman started kissing back, catching Jasmine by surprise. She let out a gasp as Norman grinned, using the advantage to memorize every crevice of her mouth with his tongue. Pushing against hers as he pushed against his, battling for dominance. Norman let her win, feeling his blood rush as she filled his mouth with her taste, her beautiful nectar. When they pulled away, Norman had to fight the urge for his blood to not rush into his nether regions.

"What a way to wake up," he sung. He was rewarded with her very rare blush. Jasmine had the sudden urge to cook him breakfast, well, and to cook herself breakfast as well.

"You have food in your kitchen?" she asked rhetorically, though made no move to get out of his embrace. The thought of Jasmine cooking for him, becoming so comfy in his home, made the blood rush through his barrier or concentration. He shot up, and ran to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder.

"Yeah! I'm going to take a quick shower," Jasmine found this opportunity perfect, she could cook breakfast for him, and have it done by the time he got out. Jasmine rushed to the kitchen, after opening three doors that revealed spare rooms, and quickly fried some eggs. She made them scrambled, assuming that's how he liked them, because that's how she liked them. Then fried some sausage, and bacon, humming to herself as she did, unable to stop smiling. She wasn't watching the time as she cooked, though she placed everything on it's plate, and started to pour milk into the coups, the Sausage just now started to fry.

Norman was resting his body on the doorway to the kitchen, his arms crossed, A grin on his face as he watched her moving around his kitchen like it was hers. Like she was at home. He had gotten out of the shower not even five minutes ago, his hair was still wet, and he had a towel draped over his shoulders. Now clad in a pair of black denim jeans, and a black T-shirt. He walked over to her, his footsteps silent against the marble flooring. She had turned to flip the sausage, completely unaware of his presence in the kitchen. Only when he wrapped his arms around her waist, making her heart speed up, her blood rush, and a smile to come to her lips, did she know. Norman wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cheek pressed into the side of her skull as she wrapped her free arm around his, flipping the sausage with the other.

"Holding you, like this," he started, squeezing her gently, closing his eyes. "is heaven." he replied, putting the feeling of never wanting to leave into words. He never wanted to leave her side, never wanted to see her in another mans arms.

"Being held like this," she rested against him, her head resting in the junction of his throat and shoulder. "is heaven." Jasmine loved this moment, she loved being held with such love, such devotion, that their was no need to question it. She flipped the sausage one last time, then turned the burners off, placing the patties of meat onto the two plates next to the oven.

"Scrambled, just like I like 'em." Norman whispered into her ear, letting his lips brush over her ear lobe. He didn't know why he did it, it was killing his hold over his desire. But he wanted to now if he had the same power over her as she did on him. He was rewarded with the sight of goosebumps forming over her the back of her throat, the small shaky breath that she exhaled, and the pretty blush that spread on her cheeks. He grabbed both of their plates, still from behind her, and walked to the kitchen table, placing the plates side by side as he sat down. She came in with two cups of milk, biting her lower lip, still effected by what he had done. Jasmine was lying to herself, over and over, saying that she wasn't turned on. Though it was the biggest lie in the history of lying. She sat beside him, pressing her inner thighs together, while flicking some of her scrambled eggs at him. They both talked while they ate, talking about their child hood, getting a better understanding of one another, while finding that they were now able to say that they knew more about each other than the press did.

"I can't wait to meet your son," she called, putting the, now empty, dishes in the dish washer.

"I can't wait for you to meet him either," he'd told her about how Mingus didn't like any of his other girlfriends, in which she replied with a very sarcastic 'Well, that just puts my mood up, don't it?' . Norman decided he wanted to play a game, one each and every one of his past girlfriends replied with the same thing. "Hey, question time. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be, and why?" each and every last one of his girlfriends replied with his son. Saying that they wished they were the mother, or that they wished he hadn't had Mingus.

"Your morning breath," Jasmine replied without a second thought. Norman suddenly found himself very, very defensive.

"I don't have morning breath!" Jasmine nodded her head ,grinning.

"I know, we have to fix that. Make you somewhat human." Norman was laughing now, Jasmine was definitely different. But a good different. "Well, what would you change about me?" she asked, suddenly curious. Norman grinned, and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.

"Your beauty, you set me on fire." she blushed again, her yellow eyes highlighted by the red flush. Jasmine subconsciously touched a few strands of her hair.

"You wouldn't change my hair?" Norman shook his head, taking a few of the curls in his fingers, fingering the loops in the silky soft curls.

"No, I love your hair." Jasmine smiled, and wrapped her arms around Normans' shoulders, swaying with him as she rested her forehead on his chest. They were separated by the ringing of Norman's door bell. He sighed, but went to go check through the peep hole. With a bright smile, and a shout of laughter, he opened the door. A medium blur of blonde tackling into him. Jasmine smiled as she looked out the door, though she did not see anyone standing there, so she shut it, and giggled at the sight of Norman giving, who she assumed was his son, a noogie.

"Little man! What are you doing here so early!" Mingus grunted in joy as his dad gave him a noogie, his blonde curls swaying too and fro.

"Mom had to go on a business trip, sent me here." he replied, finally slipping out of his fathers embrace. He pointed at the red haired woman who was laughing at himself and his father. He watched as his father smiled, a smile that left Mingus speechless.

"That, is Jasmine. Jasmine, this is my son, Mingus." Mingus had never seen his father smile like that before, all the other girls that he ever introduced to Mingus was worn with a smile of forced joy. Jasmine surprised Mingus even more when she practically dropped to the ground, sitting down beside him and his father, her hands holding her feet.

"Hello Mr. Mingus, it's a pleasure to meet ya." her speech was so relaxed, so child like, that Mingus found himself smiling too.

"Hello Ms. Jasmine, for once, it's a pleasure to meet you too." Norman almost let out a cry of relief when he saw his son and girlfriend getting along. Mingus never liked a single one of Normans' girlfriends, but he seemed overjoyed with Jasmine.

"Want to go play COD and kick some Nazi zombie ass?" she asked, leaning forward, and grinning at Mingus. Mingus shot up, running to the living room. No woman had ever talked to him like that, in fact, if they heard someone talking like that, they would gasp. He liked Jasmine, and it was proven not even fifteen minutes later, that she was down right awesome at killing Nazi zombies with a twelve Gage. Mingus definitely wanted Jasmine to stay, he could see himself with her and Norman in a family portrait, all smiling, all waiting to get out of their and go to the park, or a movie. Norman sat on the couch, his eyes swelling with tears as he watched his little boy getting along, laughing and poking, with Jasmine as they played Call Of Duty, Black Ops. He was filled with immense relief, and immense joy, at watching the two of them playing. It was then, that he realized how much he wanted a family, how much he wanted to see little red headed curly children running around.