A/N: Hi! So, this is more or less Porn-Without-Plot, just fun smut for no real reason - No real angst, bit of fluff, lots of smut. I wanted to write slightly more realistic sex than I usually write. I love writing romantic love-making that only really exists in fanfic but sometimes sex is awkward and a bit weird and that's ok too. If you're not into that, and also just pure smut, then maybe this isn't the story for you. Enjoy!

"Good morning!" Norma trilled cheerfully like Alex hadn't opened the door to her with a suspicious scowl. Her smile faltered for a second and she tried to take a step forwards, hesitating when he blocked her path into his house.

"You're not gonna invite me in?"

Alex sighed, knowing she wouldn't relent till he allowed her in, silently stepping aside to let her sweep into his home, traipsing in a nervous energy that kept him on edge.

"What is it, Norma?" He asked wearily, watching her stroll into his living room and place her hands on her hips like she was surveying the place. She cast him a glance, rubbing her hands together.

"I'm stressed," she announced suddenly. Alex sighed down at his shoes, sensing another favour about to be asked of him. He would probably agree, and he patiently waited for her to tell him exactly what issue he would need to fix for her this time. He looked up to find her staring at him patiently, and he realised she wasn't about to be forthcoming.

"What in particular is stressing you out, Norma?"

She gulped at how exasperated he sounded.

"Oh. No, nothing like that. I'm just... My stress levels are just generally high."

This wasn't news to Alex. He had truly never known a more highly strung woman than Norma Bates, cringing every time she came screeching into his office, or he heard rumours of her screaming at someone in the street over some inconsequential bullshit. He also knew it wasn't all drama for drama's sake, knowing she had been through a lot and continued to be put through hell by a universe that seemed to have it out for her. He softened a little as he thought about the chaos she attracted and the frazzled way she was looking around his living room now.

"Okay..." He said slowly, trying to figure out what fresh dilemma she needed help with.

"I just feel like my life is in chaos, you know?" She started pacing up and down, her hands on her hips again. "Everything is so stressful," she reiterated, and he watched her. "There's always something new to be stressed about. I never get a second to relax. And I'm just so... so," she trailed off, casting around to find the right words, flailing her hands around. "Frustrated," she finished, casting a pointed glance at him that he tried not to react to, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

"So I thought you and me could sleep together," she added mildly, and Alex's mouth dropped open. He stared at her for a few seconds while her gaze flicked back and forth between his mouth and his eyes, gauging his reaction. When he didn't say anything she rolled her eyes, huffing out a sigh.

"Come on, Alex. It's not like you're seeing anyone right now. I'm not asking for hearts and flowers. It would be purely physical."

He spluttered in shock and she let out a noise of irritation.

"Don't be such a prude, Alex!" His eyebrows shot up. He'd been called a lot of things over the years but prude wasn't one of them. "It's just sex."

She shrugged like it was no big deal and he instantly could see in her eyes that it was a very big deal, that her coming here and asking for this wasn't as easy as she was pretending it was. He continued watching her face silently for a few seconds, watching as her nonchalant smile dropped and she cast her eyes down, blushing.

"You know what? Forget it. You're probably seeing someone." She threw her hands up. "None of my business."

She turned towards the door, her face pink, and Alex crossed the room to her in a few quick paces, ghosting his fingertips over her elbow to stop her moving.

"I'm not seeing anyone," he blurted out, and she glanced up at him, his hand dropping from her elbow immediately, not knowing why he so desperately needed her to know that. When he didn't elaborate, her face fell again and she nodded, smiling tightly in embarrassment.

"Look, forget it. It was probably stupid. I just thought... I didn't wanna do the whole one night stand thing." She kept her gaze away from him, not noticing the panicked look that crossed his face at the idea of her going home with some stranger from a bar, astounded by how much the thought of her doing something unsafe terrified him. She took a deep breath and went to turn away again, her hand hovering over his door handle. "And I don't really trust anyone else but it's-"

She was cut off as his hand shot out to grasp her wrist, pulling her back to him, making her gasp.

"Ok," he blurted, nodding. Her eyes lit up, even as she bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"You sure? I don't wanna-"

"I'm sure. I..." He glanced her up and down, his breathing quickening at the idea of her under him. "Want to."

She breathed a soft laugh out of her nose, suddenly shy.

He leaned towards her, shocked as she flinched away.

"Well not now, Alex! It's ten in the morning," she chastised like he was ridiculous and he chuckled, shaking his head at her as she slunk away from where he was crowding her against the door, sliding out into the cool morning air before he could utter another word.

"Tonight? Ten o' clock?" She said simply and he managed to give a small, formal nod of his head before she was gone and he was left adjusting his pants, thinking about how to get through the next twelve hours with the promise of what was to come.

His doorbell rang at five to ten and he found himself jumping off his couch, then hovering just out of sight, not wanting to appear too eager especially when she was early.

"Alex? Why are you just standing there? I see your shadow." Her voice rang out through his door and he cursed the huge glass panel at the top of his door and the dim lamp he had decided to put on instead of the bright overhead light.

"I was just..." He floundered as he wrenched the door open and she swept into his house like she owned the place, shedding her coat with a haste that had him her coat, he moved in close behind her, letting himself inhale the floral perfume that he usually tried to ignore, and she once again jerked away from his touch.

"Not yet," she muttered quietly, stepping out of his personal space and reaching into her skirt pocket, heading towards his small, barely used dining table. For a second, he quirked an eyebrow in surprise as she confidently headed for the table, and he took a moment to mentally calculate how strong the legs were before she took a seat and he noticed the small notebook and pen resting in her hands, her face expectant. He raised his eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that. If this... arrangement is going to work, it just makes sense to lay down some ground rules."

She gestured with her pen to the seat opposite her and he suppressed a smirk, shaking his head but following her unspoken request, pushing the spread of case files to one side to clear off some space on his table.

"This is all very Fifty Shades, Norma," he muttered, taking the seat and clasping his hands in front of him.

"Of Grey?" She spluttered in shock. "I haven't seen it. Have you?" She asked, her tone scandalised, incredulous.

"No! I mean.. It was on TV one night... I may have caught a bit of it..." He felt his cheeks colouring as he spluttered out a hasty explanation, feeling her smiling at him but looking everywhere except her smug face.

"Hm, I'm sure."

He opened his mouth to deny again when she tapped her pen against the page, drawing his attention back to her.

"So, ground rules. I don't want my son to find out."

He nodded in agreement.

"Ok. Well, this is just between us, right? I see no reason for anyone to know. But especially Norman," he added, watching as she sighed with relief. "I can be discreet if you can." She nodded, and he smiled as he watched her draw a small tick next to point one.

"Secondly, protection." He shook his head down at the table, feeling like he was fifteen again and getting The Talk from his dad. "I'm on the pill and I went and got tested last week and I'm clean and you strike me as someone who's fairly responsible. I'll trust you if you trust me? Anything I should know about?" Her little speech tumbled out too fast, a blush tinting her cheeks as she stared down at her little notepad like her life depended on it. He cleared his throat.

"No, Norma. I'm good." She licked her lips and drew another little tick.

"Thirdly, no weird shit."

He breathed out an incredulous laugh, point three catching him completely by surprise after the awkwardness of point two.

"Jesus, Norma. What kind of weird shit do you think I'm into?"

"I don't know! I'm not the one who's seen Fifty Shades of Grey!" Her voice was shrill and almost giggly, pressing her lips together as she teased him.

"I just mean... don't like, choke me or anything."

He scoffed, wincing at her words, covering his eyes with his hand, rubbing his fingers into his temples, already beginning to suspect he might have made a grave mistake.

"Unless I ask you to," she added so casually his mouth dropped open and he froze.

"Are you likely to ask me to?" He waggled his eyebrows, his tone playful and their eyes met, her gaze defiant.

"No." She flashed her eyes, challenging him to say something else, but he conceded, looking away first. She shook her hair out of her eyes before continuing.

"Ok, number 4. Either of us can stop it any time we want to."

He scoffed at her words, his face quizzical. He wondered why that would need to be a rule. It was surely a given that they could stop any time. He frowned as she tapped her pen against her lip, trying to keep her expression neutral, and Alex suddenly worried why she had felt it necessary to include that rule.

"Of course," he replied gently, nodding at her. "We can stop any time."

She gave a satisfied nod and for a second, he felt like he could cry at the grateful smile she shot him across the table top. She added another tick to her list and he waited patiently to see what else she would stipulate for their new arrangement.

"Is that it?"

"I think so. Unless you have anything you'd like to add?" Her tone grew nervous as she realised they were approaching the end of the talking portion of the evening, the pen bouncing up and down off the paper with an infuriating tapping sound that made Alex long to snatch them out of her hands and take her right here on the table. He didn't though.

"I think you about covered it, Norma." They both stood at the same time, Norma giving her hands a small shake like she was gearing up for a race, before she tugged her sweater out from the waistband of her skirt and pulled it over her head. His mouth dropped open as she stood in front of him in a thin, powder blue bra and her skirt. He could just make out the pink of her nipples through the semi-sheer lace and he blinked a few times before looking away suddenly remembering he didn't have to - He had permission to look.

"Jesus, Norma. What's the hurry? You got something against kissing on that list of yours?"

She cast a glance down to the notebook like she was really checking to make sure, looking back at him uncertainly.

"You wanna kiss me?" Her tone was almost disbelieving like he had asked if he could decapitate her.

"You don't want me to?"

She giggled nervously.

"No, I do-"

He crossed over to her in a heartbeat, curling his hand gently around her cheek, watching as her eyes went wide, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. He didn't waste another second, leaning down to kiss her, pressing his lips tentatively against hers so gently he felt her tremble into his touch. She sighed into his mouth, her hands hanging by her sides as he took her face more firmly in his hands, beginning to move his lips against hers. She quickly deepened the kiss, building the intensity, sliding her tongue across his bottom lip before she reached for his hands, sliding them from where he was tenderly cupping her face to press them hard against her breasts. He faltered his pace for a second before carrying on kissing her, marvelling in the warmth of her skin through the scratchy lace pressing against his palms.

His belt clinked loudly in the room as she suddenly dropped her hands between them, rushing to undo his pants with frenzied, shaking hands. He wrenched away from her kiss, looking down as she popped open his button hastily.

"Hey, hey. What's the rush?" He whispered, his hands stilling hers.

"Oh well..." She flicked her wrist over to glance at her watch. "It's just... It's getting late. I don't have much time. I was hoping we could make it fast."

He shook his head at her, his eyes growing dark.

"I don't really do... fast, Norma," he murmured, his tone flirty, pleased as she gasped then gulped at his words. "But I'll make an exception. Just this once."

He leaned down to sweep his hands under her thighs, lifting her easily up against him, her legs wrapping around him, her arms grabbing his shoulders to steady herself, giggling helplessly at the sudden movement. He started towards the stairs, pausing when she shook her head.

"No. Couch," she demanded, and he was about to protest, to ask her to let him take her to bed, when her lips found his neck and all rational thought left his head, groaning softly at the feel of her kissing and licking at the side of his throat. He carried her to the couch, sinking down on it and letting her settle her knees either side of his hips, breathless as she began kissing him again, her pace hard and intense, her lips bruising into his.

"Touch me," she whined into his mouth, and he felt thoroughly scolded, immediately sliding his hands up her thighs, spluttering in shock as he slid under her skirt to find her bare ass resting on his knees.

"You're not wearing underwear," he blurted out, jerking his mouth away from hers in surprise as he kneaded and grabbed at her ass.

"Mmhm." She didn't falter, leaning forwards to nibble at his earlobe. "What would be the point? We both knew why I was coming here."

One of the hands resting on his shoulders slipped down his chest, pressing down to cup him through his jeans before sliding her hand inside the open pants, grasping him, making him buck up into her touch. He tipped his head back against the back of the couch as she artlessly tugged his erection from his pants, him having to lift his hips up for a second to let her pull his jeans down, before he felt her lifting herself up and shuffling forwards a few inches on her knees. His hand shot out to her hip, halting her movements, panting at her, scanning her face. There had been hardly any foreplay, he'd barely got chance to kiss her, barely touched her, barely got chance to explore the body usually so hidden from him by prim little blouses and A-line skirts. He wanted this so badly but this rushed pace, with both of them still mostly dressed felt so wrong somehow. This wasn't how he imagined making love to Norma Bates, on those lonely nights when he let his thoughts wander to her and let his hand wander down his body.

"What? I'm ready," she shot back, before he could even verbalise his question and he didn't know what to say, finding no tangible reason to stop her but feeling a little out of his depth all the same.

"Take this off," he demanded, giving the fabric of her skirt a hard tug, and for a second, she looked like she was about to complain about being ordered around by him, before she stood very slowly, maintaining eye contact with him and undoing her tiny belt, unzipping her skirt, letting it drop and stepping out of it. He looked her up and down, reaching for her hips and tugging her back down onto his lap, his eyes twitching down to look at her now she was mostly bare to him. He thought about taking her bra off before he realised she didn't want to wait a second more, feeling her lift herself again and line herself up before beginning to sink down slowly. He groaned at the feeling, his hands grabbing at her ass, both of their heads dropping to each other's shoulders.

"Ohhh..." She breathed out, bobbing a few times when she was halfway down, giving a slight noise of discomfort at the intrusion. He pulled back to look at her, about to tell her to slow down, that they could take all the time in the world no matter how late it was, when she suddenly dropped her hips, fully seating herself and letting out a little mewl into his neck. He struggled with how good she felt around him, desperately wanting her to move, while also wanting to lift her off him and make her let him feel good all the ways he knew how, for as long as she would let him.

But then she began to move and any thoughts of stopping her were gone, flinching as she dug her nails into his shoulders to brace herself, starting a quick bouncing motion on his lap that had his hands flying to grab at the couch, needing to ground himself. They panted together, both squeezing their eyes shut, and just as he was starting to think maybe he could do fast, maybe even too fast, she changed her movements, sliding her hips back and forth all of a sudden, and he was grateful for the change giving him a chance to get his wits back about him. He tipped his head back to watch her, finding her with her face screwed up, frowning, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth and he hated that he didn't know her well enough yet to tell if she was in pain, if she was annoyed at something, if she was close to orgasm or just concentrating, trying to find the elusive release she had come to him for tonight. She changed her movements again, grinding her hips in small circles, shifting her knees where they were resting either side of his hips and he settled on the latter, watching micro expressions cross her face until she seemed to realise he was looking at her, her eyes shooting open.

"This isn't really working for me," she said bluntly, and he tried to keep the shock and hurt off his face. He'd never worried he was bad at sex before but trust Norma Bates to plant a seed of doubt in his mind. "Your couch is so scratchy! I feel like I'm about to skin my knees!" He chuckled in relief that it was his couch, not him that was the problem, smugly thinking of her insistence that he not carry her up to his bedroom, a "told you so" on the tip of his tongue, before she suddenly leaned away from him, covering her hand with her mouth. With almost no warning, she coughed hard into her hand and he flinched.

"Fuck, Norma!" He groaned, gritting his teeth at the feeling of her body tightening painfully around him, and she gasped as he grabbed at her hips roughly, the sensation too much for him.

"Sorry, sorry!" She rushed out, pressing her hand over her mouth. She giggled and he groaned again. "It's dusty in here," she added accusingly, peering over at the coffee table with a glare like it was filthy, and not actually fairly well maintained for a man who lived alone. "Don't you ever dust?"

He growled at her, reaching for the back of her head and pulling her in for a searing kiss, just needing to shut her up, trying to decide whether to throw her out of his house in annoyance or fuck her till she couldn't stand on her own legs. She nipped at his bottom lip, and seemed to realise his irritation when she murmured a soft "sorry" against the corner of his mouth, before dropping her lips to his jaw, pressing tiny little kisses along there, down to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I coughed," she whispered, her tone mock serious though he knew she was teasing him. "Are you ok?"

"I'll survive," he muttered, turning and flipping them suddenly, laying her down along the couch, and pressing her down with his body. The action drove him deeper and she arched her back, instantly wrapping her legs around him, clinging to his shoulders, gasping at the suddenness of the flip.

"Better?" He asked, pushing himself up to gaze down at her, taking in the way her head dropped back when he finally moved again. She nodded, her eyes closing again, turning her face to the side. He pressed his face into her neck, beginning to thrust slowly in and out of her, the creaking of his couch feeling too loud, and he longed for her to make more noise, the silence growing unbearable.

"Faster," she muttered, and he was thrilled, speeding up his movements, a moan finally escaping her lips, filling his living room with something other than the sounds of skin slapping on skin and his old couch struggling under the force of them.

"Harder," she demanded and he grinned, licking at her throat and obliging her, slamming her harder against the cushions with each driving thrust. Her hand slipped between them and he felt her begin to rub at her clit, her knuckles digging into his pelvis with every frantic movement, and he pulled back to look at her. She had her head turned to the side, her face wearing that same frowning, contorted expression from before, only this time her mouth was dropped open and she was panting, and he certain he was watching concentration mingled with pleasure and nothing else. He suddenly wanted her to look at him, wanted to see those piercing blue eyes blown wide and darkened with lust, wanted to see her shatter under him.

"Look at me," he demanded gruffly, and she shook her head.

"Shush!" She chastised, her hand between them speeding up and he faltered, feeling like Norma Bates was using him to mostly get herself off, realising with a start that that was exactly what he had agreed to, though he felt cheaper and more used than he expected to now it was actually happening.

"Don't stop!" She cried out desperately, and he carried on pounding her down into his apparently dusty couch cushions, watching her free hand shoot out to clutch desperately into the fabric, twisting so hard in it he mildly wondered if she would have the strength to rip it, and he longed for her hands to be clutching at him like that, not his sofa.

She moaned, her face still turned away before she was silent for a few seconds, her eyes screwing up tighter, her mouth dropped open in a silent O shape, before she breathed out a series of heavy pants, finishing with a low, shuddering moan. He stilled for a second, in awe of her, enjoying watching her quiet orgasm, feeling his own movements quicken at the sight of her, despite his reservations about the way it was all happening. He wanted to take his time with her, wanted to bring her to orgasm again and see if she ever got any louder, but as he saw her cast a tiny, split second glance at her watch, his body sped up without him thinking, taking his frustration at her constant clock-watching out on her, pressing his face into her neck once more to keep from glaring at her. He drove into her hard and fast and he felt his own climax brewing quickly, listening to each harsh pant he was forcing out of her lungs, focusing on the feel of her body under him, soft and warm and so inviting. With a sudden thought, he pushed himself up to look at her again.

"Where should I...?" It was an incredibly juvenile question but one he felt he needed to ask, especially based on her fastidiousness with her lists and her rules. She opened her mouth in surprise at his question, her head bouncing back and forth as he never slowed his pace, casting her gaze around desperately like she had no idea how to answer. Inside her felt much too intimate, too real, not suited to whatever the hell they were doing right now, but anywhere else on her body felt oddly disrespectful and she floundered before giving two single pats to her stomach, shrugging up at him like she wasn't sure if that was ok. If that was what she wanted, that's what he would do, even as a wave of awkwardness shot through him, mingled with the tightening in his groin at the thought of it. It felt so dirty and although he was reluctant, he also let the idea hasten him along to a speedy release, pulling out and finishing on her stomach with a series of guttural groans.

There was silence for a moment, and he was scared to open his eyes and look at her for a moment, fearing what he would see on her face, listening to her panting heavily. Eventually he opened his eyes to find her laying still, smiling breathlessly, her eyes blinking slow, languid blinks and he instantly couldn't bring himself to regret anything they had done, not when he had made her look like this, puffing out satisfied breaths up at his ceiling. He made a small noise, drawing her attention, both of them flicking their gaze to her abdomen before meeting each other's gaze, suddenly blushing and giggling like teenagers.

"I'm... I'm gonna go get you a towel," he muttered, his cheeks burning and she nodded, crossing her hands over her chest while she waited patiently.

"I'm glad chivalry isn't dead," she deadpanned as he sprinted away, returning less than a minute later with his pants fully done up again, holding a warm wet washcloth out to her. He sat gingerly on the edge of the couch as she cleaned herself up, both feeling awkward until she pushed herself up on shaking arms like a new-born deer, swinging her legs around and reaching for her skirt. A silence descended upon them as she began to dress.

"How do you feel?" He asked after a pause.

"Good," she shot back, her voice tight. She dropped her voice an octave lower, leaning her shoulder against his like they were best friends about to share a saucy secret. "Much less stressed." She stretched contentedly. "You?"

"Mm. Same." He muttered, reaching over to hand her her sweater from where it lay discarded on the floor. In truth, he did feel less stressed, enjoying bringing Norma pleasure, enjoying the feel of her tightening around him, but he also felt much, much more stressed than he had before she'd got there, something about the encounter making him feel oddly out of his depth, an uneasy feeling settling over him.

"Do you think you wanna do it again?"

"What? Now?" He spluttered, and she giggled against his shoulder, rubbing the tip of her nose against his shirt in a sudden moment of tenderness, her tone turning shy, flirty.

"No! I mean.. do you wanna make it a regular thing?"

"Yes," he said quickly. "I mean... yeah. If you want to?" She nodded enthusiastically, before she checked her watch again, groaning, casting her gaze around for her other shoe, both kitten heels lost somewhere in the fray.

"Shit," she muttered, hurrying her pace to finish dressing and standing, about to head for the door.

"Ok, so... thanks. And erm, see ya?" She said over her shoulder, letting out a surprised cry when he grabbed her wrist and spun her back to him, stumbling into his body.

"Norma... Try and carve out a little more time for me next time?" He kept his voice low and dangerous and she gulped. "I really prefer to..." He let his gaze drift up and down her body, his hand sliding down her back to grab her ass again, pulling her firmly against him. "Take my time..."

His words were a promise, a threat and she shivered at them, licking her lips.

"I'll see what I can do," she said back huskily, before she seemed to shake herself, coming back to her senses. "I'm a very busy woman," she added haughtily, before she wriggled from his grip and flounced away.

"I'll see you soon, Norma," he called after her.

"You'll see me when you see me, Alex," she shot back over her shoulder, and he grinned, watching as she held up a hand in a dismissive wave, retreating down his porch steps.

He turned around, his eyes landing on her notebook still sitting on the wooden table, starting towards it, planning to rush it out to her when his eyes landed on the page. Most of it was just as she had read out to him, though his eyes lingered on where she had written "Nothing too rough" and then crossed it out with a forceful, almost angry scribble before changing it to the safer and more casual "No weird shit." He felt bad for teasing her about that rule now, feeling a shudder run through him at her initial notion. A wave of disgust ran through him that she thought that of him, but he pushed it away, realising this was about her, not him. He immediately ran through what they had done, reasonably satisfied he hadn't done anything she didn't like but resolving to treat her more gently next time, hating that she had initially felt it necessary to put it in writing that he shouldn't be too rough with her.

What piqued his interest the most was the last point on the small page, one she hadn't read outloud at all:

Don't fall in love with me :)

As if convincing herself it was a cute joke, she had drawn a tiny smiley face next to it, and he felt himself smile at the sight before he caught himself. It was clearly a joke, a way to relieve any tension that might come up during their conversation if she needed it, but he still found his gaze lingering on the words, glad she hadn't spoken them, glad he hadn't been given a chance to splutter in shock at the idea, or roll his eyes with disdain or any other reaction that might have come from her making her little joke. He brushed his fingers against his lips, feeling her kiss still lingering, realising he wasn't rolling his eyes or anything of the sort, feeling himself smiling, instantly even more pleased she hadn't been there to see his reaction to point number five.

A/N: Ok, maybe I lied about NO angst. lol. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think please! I know I kinda put them into a slightly OOC situation but I tried to keep it as in-character as I could. This is chapter 1 of what will end up being no more than a handful of chapters, and yes - Each one is just a different sexual situation as they explore their new "arrangement."