Author's note: Hi! So, I am British and so I have limited knowledge of obtaining the morning after pill in the USA, my only experience was when I was seventeen and terrified and in England, so please suspend your disbelief if there are any USA/UK inaccuracies there. Also, I just wanna say that I absolutely love the concept of Alex knocking Norma up - I feel like it's become a real fanfic trope for all us fanfic writers but I kinda wanted to explore the opposite idea, the idea that maybe Norma isn't into that idea. Anyhoo, I hope y'all enjoy!
TRIGGER WARNING: Brief mentions of non-con in Norma's past.
Norma Bates had needed the morning after pill three times in her life.
The first time was when she was seventeen and had numbly taken her meagre savings from the shoe box under her bed, finding herself staring up at the Walgreens sign, hyperventilating, willing her feet to take her inside and get it over with. She'd tugged at her fraying cardigan sleeves, trying desperately to cover the bruises on her wrists, her collar primly buttoned up to cover the bruise blossoming on her collarbone. She'd been hit before; Bruises were not unfamiliar to her, but every movement made her acutely aware of every hurt and pain in her body, never expecting to feel them inflicted from someone she thought loved her, and she found herself trying uselessly to cover every inch of herself, terrified the pharmacist would notice, maybe calling home, maybe calling the police, maybe even just asking how old she was, every possibility making her feel sick with anxiety. She didn't want to get him in trouble - She just needed to get this done and then move on. Of course, when you're seventeen and terrified, nothing is ever that simple. Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime just staring up at that stupid sign, tears silently pouring down her face, she had spotted what looked like one of her dad's co-workers from the factory across the parking lot and had bolted, her aching body protesting as she sprinted away from the small-town drug store as fast as her feet would carry her.
It would be fine. It was just one time, she had thought to herself, pushing down the awful memory, determined to just forget it had ever happened. She often thought what her life would have been like if she had just gone in, tipped her handful of coins and crumpled small bills on the counter and been able to end her association with Caleb forever. She always felt guilty thinking wistfully of that life she hadn't lived, realising she would never have had Dylan and probably Norman, and so she couldn't bring herself to regret not going into the Walgreens that day.
The second time, two decades later, she had felt no pang of shame or guilt when she had strolled into the drug store, her head pounding, in no mood to care what anyone thought of her. She wasn't a scared seventeen year old any more, just a tired and pissed off forty year old woman.
"Hi. I need Plan B. Or generic. Whatever. I don't care."
She tapped her credit card on the counter, gazing around the store with disinterest, sighing heavily. There was a dark sense of irony that was not lost on her. The last time she had seen Caleb had been the last time she had needed the morning after pill and now, more than twenty years later, she needed it again, the same day she would have to lay eyes on him again, her sons spurring her on to forgive him like they could never understand the hurt he had done to her all those years ago. The thought swirled and tumbled into a tug of dread deep in her stomach, mingling with her hangover to distract her from any sense of embarrassment as she might have felt otherwise.
A red-faced "senior pharmacist" appeared to ask her a short series of increasingly personal questions, Norma answering them in a bored tone, her hands crammed into her fluffy jacket pockets, shrugging and snorting through the questionnaire. She hadn't expected to be back here again, spending most of her adult life on the pill, terrified to have to bear another child for Sam Bates. She found it hard enough to protect little Norman and sullen, moody Dylan from his rages; the notion of protecting her own body and a tiny life inside her for nine full months, someone who would grow to be just another mouth to feed to Sam felt unbearable, and she had dutifully taken her contraceptive pill at 8:30am every day for nearly twenty years. She had been relieved to give her body a break, finally letting her hormones regulate themselves, her relief short-lived as Zack Shelby had taken up residence in her bed and her body. He had been young and careful though, his only plus in her life had been his quiet insistence on using condoms, George Heldens following suit months later, somehow making her feel more insulted by his insistence of the use of them than Shelby had, no mean feat after following a sex trafficker.
James Finnegan had none of the presence of mind of the last two men she had slept with though, enticed in by her needy little sex kitten act. In part, she knew she had said too much, blurted out too much truth at his kitchen table, hoping to distract him from her words with her body, and mostly she had just wanted to not think for a little while, hoping to have every terrifying thought wiped from her mind by his weight on top of her. He hadn't distracted her from her dark thoughts for very long at all, his fumbling horribly reminding her of her teenage years, his body stiffening and groaning on top of her much too soon, mumbled apologies and murmurs in her ear of how she was "too beautiful" excusing his early finishing, and her first thought as he rolled off her had been how she would need to stop at a drug store on her way home, mostly annoyed at the inconvenience.
She fleetingly thought she had gone to the wrong man's home in the middle of the night, wishing she had gone with her first instinct to go to Alex Romero's house, immediately dismissing the thought, knowing he wouldn't have touched her while she was so drunk. As she flopped her head to look at the dozing face of her unofficial therapist next to her, she wondered if that might have been better, regret flooding her as she uncomfortably rubbed her thighs together, thinking how Alex would have either not touched her at all or touched her enough to make her forget all her troubles for longer than a few short minutes.
The third time she had bought the morning after pill had felt wholly different to the first two. Firstly, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to take it, and mostly she felt an entire lack of regret over the night before. She associated it with being forced, being drunk, having no choice, but things were different this time, and she had gone to buy it with none of the fear of the first time, but almost none of the false bravado of the second. Now the jeans, red blouse, and fluffy jacket were gone, so was the alter ego who felt no shame, Norma feeling her cheeks colour as she answered the handful of questions, quietly paying and heading home, staring at the box in her hands at the kitchen table for what felt like a long time.
There had been no instant rush of terror this time, no sudden feeling of horror, and she realised how different things were this time.
Alex had drawn her zip down slowly, kneeling to kiss at her lower back, making her shudder, her knees going weak in a way that almost embarrassed her. He had barely touched her, his lips brushing against the skin just left of her spine but she felt like she could barely stand, her legs shaking under her, and he had stood, holding her hard against him. They made their way to the bed in a haze of hurried undressing and soft kisses that made her head spin.
He had seemed surprised when she had opened her legs, pulling him down to her, hesitating like he had wanted to give her so much more, his resolve disappearing when he felt how ready for him she was.
"You getting my car back for me was all the foreplay I needed..." She had breathed out in his ear, her tone playful, a laugh dancing in her voice, and he had smiled down at her, his face almost wistful before he had gently nudged inside her and their playful smiles had both dropped. He had watched as she clutched at the sheets either side of her, her breathing quickening almost worryingly fast, and he slowed his intrusion, licking his lips as he slowly entered her, conscious it may have been some time since she had had sex, determined to be gentle even if it hadn't. He never stilled, only slowed to a snail's pace, his back muscles trembling under her hands as he pressed slowly into her, watching every miniscule change in her face, until he finally reached the hilt and her eyes fluttered open, meeting his, her gaze almost confused, curious as she looked up at him.
"OK?" He breathed out.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" She shot back, her tone defiant, feeling suddenly like he was looking at her much too intently, feeling skewered like a butterfly pinned under glass.
"I just wanna make you feel good, Norma," he whispered down at her, his tone so honest and open that she had to turn her face away for a second, sucking in a sharp gasp. There was a pause, before he began to move, rocking against her, her head dropping further into the pillow, a soft moan falling from her lips.
"Can I put you on top?" He murmured against her cheek, and her eyes flew open, finding his, nodding wordlessly before he was holding her tightly, rolling them both until she was on top of him.
"I think you're beautiful," he whispered up at her as she took a moment to settle herself, her knees shifting either side of him, pausing to breath out a soft, self-conscious laugh at his compliment. She ground down against him, her back arching, his hands finding her ass as she naturally moved on top of him, leaning forwards to kiss him, her nipples grazing his chest. His hips twitched as he wriggled down against the mattress, getting more comfortable and he felt her tense under his hands.
"No, can you not-" Her words died in her throat, shaking her head and shrugging, like whatever request she had been about to make had been nothing.
"What, baby?" He squeezed his thumbs into the crease where her hips met her thighs as she rocked slowly against him.
The use of an unfamiliar pet name disarmed her before she could realise it.
"Can you not thrust up?" She murmured, and he immediately relaxed the thigh muscles he had had tensed, flattening out his legs. He had no intention of thrusting up into her but he realised his shuffling had alarmed her and now he knew what she didn't want, he made a special effort to relax every muscle in his body, knowing she would feel it. She relaxed around him, breathing out a happy sigh, carrying on her gentle rutting against him, her moans increasing in volume and shrillness. His hands dug into her upper thighs, urging her on but never rushing her, even as every moan she gave in his ear pushed him closer to the edge. She sighed out soft noises on every downward thrust, driving him crazy, her hands pressing into his chest as she pushed herself to sit up. The rocking gave way to a sudden grinding motion with the new angle and her moans grew more frantic, her eyes dropping shut, and with a sudden crescendo of moans and soft cries, she came, shuddering and shivering on top of him, flopping forwards to press her cheek against his.
There was stillness for a few moments, their harsh breaths filling the room, Norma tensed for him to ignore her earlier request now she had climaxed, assuming he would thrust up into her to find his own release, surprised when the motionlessness continued for longer than she expected, his arms wrapped tight around her.
She flinched as he rolled them suddenly, rolling himself on top of her, smiling down at her breathlessly.
"Again," he muttered, dropping his face to her neck, licking and kissing in a way that made her tremble, her body too sensitive still.
"Huh?" She queried inelegantly, the noise too loud in the quiet of the room, truly not sure she had heard what he'd said.
"I want you to come again," he clarified, pushing himself up on his arms to look intently at her, and she felt her cheeks colour, even as a scandalised smile spread across her face, unable to stop it.
"Oh!" She breathed out an incredulous giggle. She could count on two hands the amount of times men had brought her to orgasm in her life, and she doubted she would be able to again, but he was staring at her so intently that she felt unable to contradict him, thinking she would let him try at least.
"Make me," she breathed out, feeling unexpectedly bold, expecting to have to air whooshed out of her lungs by the force of his body against her, expecting him to take her consent as consent for roughness, for forcing another orgasm out of her, so she was surprised when he almost withdrew completely instead, leaning back on his heels and sitting up to look down at her intently. He pushed back in but only halfway, her oversensitive body quivering at the intrusion, her head dropping back, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his brows furrowed as he concentrated on how her body reacted to his movements. His hands slid to her thighs, holding them open in a way that made her feel impossibly vulnerable but that she found herself quite liking. He pulled back and pushed forwards only a little again, teasing her, carefully pushing in and out over and over again until he felt her body relax around him once more and he slowly slid back in to the hilt, both of them stilling and shuddering as he did so.
He stayed reared back on his knees, watching her, her earlier challenge seeming more achievable as he took his time with her, the smirk on his face letting her know that he knew it. She opened her mouth to speak, her words instantly forgotten as he began to move again, mimicking the same pattern she had taken up when she had been in control. One of the hands holding onto her thighs slid between them and his thumb found her clit, making her jolt and buck under him, unable to decide if she wanted much more or much less pressure, her hand shooting out to grab his wrist.
Again, he stilled instantly, and she panted up at him, pressing her eyes closed for a moment to quell the urge to cry, the feeling of a man responding to her body so reverently completely foreign to her. When she finally opened her eyes again, she had the same feeling of being a butterfly skewered under glass, only this time she liked it, feeling like something beautiful to be looked at, wishing she could hold onto this feeling forever. Their eyes met as she tentatively pushed his hand back down between them, pressing his thumb against her clit, tilting her hips up slightly to get him moving again. She took a few precious second to guide him, moving his thumb in tiny hard circles, pleased he was a quick learner, her hands dropping from his, clutching at the sheets again, her chest heaving.
She felt her orgasm building quickly with a sense of surprise, the slow consistent thrusting contrasting perfectly with the fast rough movements against her clit, the hungry way he was looking at her hastening the rushing, falling feeling towards her release and she held her breath for a few seconds, her eyes fluttering closed, afraid to move a muscle like she might scare it away if she did.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she heard herself mutter breathlessly, and he didn't, groaning at the sight of her coming undone a second time, her soft moans dissolving into helpless whimpers.
She opened her eyes just as her mouth dropped open in a silent O, nodding at him and he dropped forwards to cover her body with his own for a last few seconds of harder rougher thrusts that took them both over the edge, clinging to each other desperately. Her breaths came out like frantic sobs against his shoulder, as they slowed to a stop, him collapsing on her for a few seconds before he came to his senses and held his weight off her, breathing a soft "sorry" into her hair like he had anything to apologise for.
He rolled off her, flopping down but immediately reaching for her, never letting a second pass without touching her, tugging her gently against his side before either of them could catch their breath. She complied, letting him pull her against him, snuggly fitting against his side, her limbs thrown across him haphazardly.
It was only as the sun began to rise, the light hitting her just right through the tiny gap in the curtain that she stirred, frowning and shifting as she roused from her slumber. She stretched contentedly in his arms, freezing as she felt the stickiness on her thighs, only just coming to her senses after sharing the most perfect intimate moment to realise she would need to make a trip to the drug store, frowning up at the ceiling, saddened that the mere thought was cheapening their night together in some way. She slipped away from him, managing to make it out of the room and down to start on breakfast without waking him.
"I don't regret what happened," he had muttered, his face so open and sincere that she felt disarmed all over again.
"Ok, I don't either," she had replied honestly. She couldn't bring herself to regret a single moment of last night, but she had still found herself shrugging out of his grip as he had kissed her so sweetly, not knowing why but feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden.
"It's too much," she had breathed out softly, and he had let her go immediately, sitting down to eat his absurdly large breakfast without another word, and she had watched him so happily that she felt her heart might burst.
She thought deeply about their morning together, as well as the night before, her breath hitching as she blushed thinking of his insistence at making her come twice before he finished inside her, turning the box containing the morning after pill over and over in her hands. She didn't know why she was hesitating. She didn't want to have another baby - Of that she was sure. That should be it. That should be enough for her to down the pill in her hands and move on with her day. But she found herself hesitating. She truly didn't want to be pregnant again, didn't want another baby, but she couldn't help the images that flitted through her brain, Alex pressing his hands tenderly against her stomach, him kissing her swollen abdomen so gently she could barely feel it, his arms wrapped around a tiny baby with her blue eyes and his dark eyelashes... She knew it was ridiculous - They barely knew each other, their marriage was still mostly fake, they'd only spent one night together but she still felt some strange pang deep in her stomach for the life they could have had together if only things had been different.
She jumped up at the sound of the door slamming, panicking, floundering as she tried to think of somewhere to stash the box, opening and closing the cutlery drawer, eventually just turning around and holding it behind her back, smiling tensely at him as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey!" She said much too loudly as he looked her up and down suspiciously.
"Hey..." He dropped his keys on the table, shimmying his jacket from his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on her. "What you got there?"
She silently cursed his keen eye, shuffling on the spot, shrugging.
"Nothin'," she shot back quickly, breathed hard as he walked slowly over to her.
"Sure, sure."
She leaned back against the cupboards, resisting the urge to shrink away from him, the box weighing heavily in her hands as she pinned it between the counter and her back. He held his hands up like he was going to drop it, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you have a good day at work?" She asked brightly as he slowly stalked towards her, crowding into her personal space, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I didn't get a lot done," he admitted sheepishly. She raised her eyebrows innocently in silent question. He dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forwards, pressing his hands against her waist. "I thought about last night a lot."
She gasped and he leaned forward even closer, pausing millimetres from her lips, and she only waited for a moment, scanning his face before she obliged his unspoken request, closing the distance between them. She tilted her head to kiss him, her body relaxing as she forgot her day of fretting, her troubles forgotten for just a moment as their lips and bodies connected. She didn't notice his hand slipping around her back until his fingers brushed against her hand and she came to her senses a split second too late, breaking the kiss as he triumphantly snatched the box from her hands, his playful laughter dying out as he scanned the pink lettering.
"Oh." He held it out to her, flinching as she snatched it back, keeping her gaze turned away from him, both of them suddenly tense and awkward.
"That was a shitty thing to do," she muttered, and he felt a pang of guilt at using his kiss to get at what she was hiding from him, thinking it would come across as playful but now it just felt like a dirty trick and he hated himself for game-playing with her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"I'm not on birth control," she blurted out suddenly, and he spluttered, nodding, willing himself to grow up and act like a grown man and not a shy teenager. "Right now..." She added and he bit his lip, pleased at the clarification.
"Okay..." He replied slowly. "It's your body. I don't... erm..." He rubbed the back of his neck, casting around for the right words. "It's none of my business, Norma." He had meant that he didn't want her to feel any pressure but instantly knew the words hadn't come out the way he wanted them to when she scoffed at him.
"I think it kinda became your business last night," she murmured coolly, taking a seat at the kitchen table, slumping forwards, turning the morning after pill box over in her hands. He puffed out a guilty breath, feeling accused suddenly.
"I'm... I'm sorry." He took the seat next to her, shame burning his cheeks. He was old enough and wise enough to not be having this conversation, thinking he was too old for contraception to be an afterthought. It never had been before - He'd had the sneaking fear that Rebecca would try to trap him one day, meticulous about contraception to avoid being stuck with her for the rest of their lives, but the thought hadn't even crossed his mind with Norma, lost in the feel of her tightening around him, the feeling of climaxing together too extraordinarily perfect to think any kind of rational thought in his head. He felt awful now, realising he had finished inside her without asking, without any thought of being careful or safe or what she might want.
"No, I..." She cast her eyes down, shyly. "I wanted you to." Her cheeks coloured again. She had a complicated relationship with sex, not finding it easy to talk about it but it didn't feel quite as hard with Alex, managing to articulate herself as best she could. "I just didn't think."
He reached across the table, reaching for her hand, pleased when she let him.
"Well, it was more that I... couldn't think," she admitted coyly, casting him a nervous look, entwining her fingers with his as he shot her a self-satisfied little grin.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, shy smiles crossing their faces, once more feeling like horny teenagers and not full grown adults.
"I don't want to have another baby," she said quickly and the smile dropped from his face, his eyebrows shooting up.
"Jesus, Norma. We've been married 36 hours."
"I know but... I'm done having kids. Forever," she said seriously, rubbing the bridge of her nose, looking incredibly tired for a second. "I have enough to worry about with the two I have. And I'm not as young as I used to be and I just-"
He squeezed her hand to stop her.
"Hey, hey... stop. Where is all this coming from?" He asked gently.
"I just..." She tapped the box. "I had a lot of time to think today. And I just thought..."
She shrugged, realising she may have been ridiculous, the notion dying on her tongue.
"I guess I felt like I needed to tell you." She puffed out an embarrassed breath like the absurdity of having this conversation in their current situation was not lost on her. "I know we only got married for the insurance but I just... I felt like things changed and I just wanted to both be on the same page-"
"I didn't," he cut her off gently, toying with her fingers, his thumb brushing the ring on her left hand. "I didn't just get married to give you my insurance."
She bit her lip, laughing self-consciously, breathing out a soft "Oh" at what suddenly felt like a very big revelation that somehow managed to surprise neither of them. She knew he had had feelings for her before he married her and he knew he would one day tell her, but neither of them had expected it quite so soon, the truth hanging heavily between them.
He pushed his chair back, holding his hands out to her, pleased when she rose and rounded the table. He tugged her off her feet and onto his lap in one smooth motion, and she yelped quietly at the sudden unexpected movement, perching delicately, letting him swing her legs to the side as her arms came up to wrap around his neck. The chair creaked under their combined weight and she sighed contentedly his arm winding securely around her back, holding her against him.
"I never really had time to have kids," he muttered and she froze, thinking they had been done with the conversation, not realising he had things he felt he needed to say on the matter. "I guess I thought I'd have them one day but I never really met the right person and... it just never happened." He shrugged but there was something in his tone that made her chest constrict painfully for a moment, hearing some long-forgotten yearning in his voice. "But I'm fine without." The brief longing was gone, and Norma found herself believing him, toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
He looked down shyly, and she felt his hands tighten around her, pulling her more snugly against him.
"I get the feeling that... I'm going to like being married to you." She ducked her head to meet his eye, beaming at his tentative admission. "You're enough."
"I am?" Her eyes sparkled at him and he let his hand slide down her back to grab at her ass, making her wriggle in his arms.
"More than enough. Some may say even a handful." He breathed out in her ear, craning up to kiss the soft skin there, enjoying the sharp intake of breath it elicited from her.
She jerked in his arms and for a second he thought his handful comment had gone too far, before realising she was just twisting in his lap, his hands dutifully holding her weight as she reached across the table, tearing the box open and popping the tiny little pill out of its foil casing. She quickly dry swallowed it, before breathing out a soft nervous laugh.
"Well, that's that."
She scanned his face for any signs of disappointment, relief running through her when she saw none, starting to believe that she really was going to be enough for him, swaying forwards to crush her lips against his. Her hands held the sides of his face as she kissed him deeply and the hand resting on her rear tightened involuntarily, squeezing her ass, making her giggle against his lips.
"I wish I'd met you twenty years ago."
His forehead rested against hers, both pressing their eyes closed, knowing exactly what she meant, realising the weight of what she was admitting to him. He wished the same, thinking of all the hurt he could have saved her from, thinking of the life they could have had if they only had more time. He dragged himself back to the present though, reluctant to let himself dwell on the path not taken and the ways they could have saved each other time and time again if only they'd met sooner.
"I have a doctor's appointment on Friday," she breathed against the corner of his mouth, bringing him back to her in a heartbeat as his hand dropped to slip between her knees, pushing her skirt up slowly, his fingers sliding up her thigh.
"My god. A whole lifetime away," he deadpanned, distracted by watching his hand's steady path between her legs. It was two days away but it really did feel like an lifetime as he kneaded the inside of her thigh and Norma instead longed to have him inside her again.
"Lucky for you..." He started, as her legs dropped open, her grip around his neck tightening, both of them transfixed watching his hand. "My parents sent me to a Catholic school for a few years when I was a teenager." His thumb brushed gently against her underwear and she shivered, frowning at his words, confused. "My mother was very religious and I was... a troublemaker." He said the last word sheepishly, and she wondered what kind of chaos the teenaged Alex could have caused.
"She sent me to the nuns to stop me ending up like my dad." He added the explanation, his tone growing pensive for a second and Norma instantly felt she had been let in on something deeply personal, something she doubted many, if any, had heard before. She thought of the last time he had mentioned his mother, and she felt honoured he didn't need to be drunk this time to admit something about the parents she knew were hard to talk about. She pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, and he snapped out of his reverie instantly, licking his lips and smiling darkly at her, his thumb pressing against the damp lace between her legs more insistently.
"I don't think it had the effect my mother had wanted..." She frowned, still not entirely connecting the dots, as his other hand tugged at the back of her shirt, untucking it from her skirt and pressing his palm against the smooth skin of her back. He reared his head back, looking her up and down slowly, taking in the prim little baby blue cardigan she was wearing over a matching blouse, teamed with a thick navy skirt, now obscenely rucked up around her hips, his hand disappearing underneath it. He licked his lips.
"You know, the uniforms the girls wore weren't entirely dissimilar to what you're wearing right now."
She bit her lip, a look of faux indignance crossing her face as she began to understand what he was getting at.
"I don't think that's the compliment you think it is," she muttered, glancing down at her prim little outfit, gasping at the feeling of his nails trailing lightly over her underwear. He ignored her, pressing a tender kiss against her jaw, his touches infuriatingly delicate.
"I had a great time learning all the loopholes around the 'no sex before marriage' thing. I got pretty good at everything but sex."
She reached down to push his fingers harder against her, desperately needing more friction, her eyes drifting shut.
"Oh, I don't know. I thought you were pretty good at sex," she murmured, distracted, not bothering to counter his arrogance, happily stroking his ego.
"Oh you ain't seen nothing yet," he promised huskily and he withdrew his hand suddenly, sliding his hand under her knees, scooping her up into his arms, making her giggle as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing soft kisses there that made him wanna break his resolve and slam into her right there in the hallway. He didn't though, making it to the couch and depositing her down gently to lay back against the couch cushions. Her heels clattered onto the floor behind him as she kicked them off.
She was reluctant to let go of her grip around his shoulders, craning her head up to kiss him, her grip trying to pull him down on top of her, but he resisted, pulling away and slinking down her body before she could stop him. She sat up to try and follow him, taking the opportunity to slide her cardigan off her shoulders before he was pushing her to lay back, deft hands undoing a handful of buttons on her blouse with an astounding speed, just enough for him to bury his face between her breasts. His hands slid into her open shirt, squeezing and massaging as he kissed and licked the curve of each breast. Her hands clung to the edges of the couch like she was afraid she was going to float away, throwing her head back as he yanked down her bra roughly, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her. His teeth grazed against her at the same moment his fingers pinched her other nipple, making her flinch and gasp, her hips bucking.
"Sorry. Too hard?" He muttered against her heaving chest, glancing up at her, pleased as she shook her head slowly. He did it again, before moving his attention to her other breast, alternating between pinches and soft licks, her back arching off the couch with every ministration he administered.
"Can you..." She started, her fingers raking through his soft hair, cupping his face, making him look at her. "Please..." She whispered, her face unsure like asking for what she wanted was a completely new concept for her, and before he could worry too much that it was, she pushed lightly at his shoulders, guiding him down to where she wanted him. He grinned happily as he shuffled down the couch, loving the desperate way she was panting, pushing him down and he kissed her stomach through her shirt, sliding his hands up her thighs again to push her skirt up around her waist. He snapped her legs open, pressing a soft kiss against the bumpy skin of a burn scar on her thigh, stopping immediately as he felt her go tense, not uttering a word about it, not pressing her or questioning, simply turning his head to lick at her other thigh, waiting for the shuddering muscles to relax again before he roughly wrenched her underwear to the side, pressing the flat of his tongue against her before she could react.
"Shit," she gasped out, the sound of her nails scratching the rough fabric of the couch cushions seeming absurdly loud in the quiet of the room.
He desperately wanted to take his time with her, to explore her gently and learn what she liked and all the intricacies of her body, loving the way each woman he was with was slightly different, genuinely enjoying learning the nuances that made them all unique. But as he glanced up at her through his long, dark lashes, their eyes meeting, her pupils huge and desperate, he wasn't sure he had the will to do so, and he wasn't sure she had the patience for that, as she panted and writhed, her heel hooking behind his shoulder, pressing him harder against her. He lapped at her gently before going for his tried and tested failsafe move, sliding one hand to meet his mouth, curling two fingers up inside her as his mouth clamped around her clit, sucking hard.
"Alex!" She cried out, her back arching and he ignored the pride that swelled in his chest, never stopping or slowing his movements, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nub as his fingers pumped steadily inside her. The heel behind his head dug in, pressing him impossibly closer to her, and her thighs twitched, trying to snap shut as the sensations drove her crazy, feeling the simultaneous urge to pull him closer and to squirm away from the feeling of him roughly sucking and licking at her. He held her fast, digging his fingers in to hold her still, squeezing hard to keep her open to him, her frenzied cries and whimpers spurring him on.
He hummed a noise of appreciation, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body, making her look down at him, only able to meet his eye for a second before the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of everything he was doing to her was too much. She dragged her eyes away from his, her head falling to the side, one hand pressing across her mouth, her teeth biting down on her knuckle, the other grabbing hard at his hair.
"Oh god," she moaned over and over again, pushing herself up off the couch as every muscle in her body tightened, her toes curling against his shoulders, a series of uneven cries increasing in volume until she gave one last broken moan, the grip on his handful of hair tightening painfully for a second before she flopped back, melting against the couch cushions, her hands dropping numbly to her sides. He withdrew his fingers very slowly, giving her one last slow lap with the flat of his tongue, enjoying the way she trembled violently, before he unhooked her leg from over his shoulder, tugging her underwear back in place and kissing the angry red mark where they had dug into her hip.
"Stop," she murmured, and he looked up to find her biting her lip, her eyes wide and shiny, and he panicked for a split second before she smiled breathlessly down at him, clutching at his shoulders to pull him up her body, holding his head against her chest. He allowed himself to be tugged down, laying himself down on top of her, his face resting between her breasts, still bare from where her blouse was half-undone. Her skin was hot against his cheek, her chest heaving and he listened to the frantic beating of her heart pounding against her ribcage, her entire body still trembling underneath him for what felt like a long time. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him for so long he started to get worried.
"Alex?" She breathed out a shuddering breath and for a second he was worried she was crying, turning his face up sharply to look at her, finding her looking nothing but flushed and satisfied.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you were a troublemaker as a teenager."
For my wife - the Alex to my Norma, in that I often dress accidentally like a Catholic schoolgirl and she is patient, kind and frequently puts up with my hysterics, conniptions and general bullshit. xx