What you need to know about this shot: Norman is 8. Dylan is 10. They met when the boys were 2 and 4. Alex married Norma and he adopted the boys. That is it.
"I didn't sign up for this," Norma tells Alex, her back turned to him as she mixes the vegetables without much enthusiasm with a wooden spoon.
Alex peers at her from the laundry room, expecting her to look back at him and somehow let him know that she was joking, but the tone of voice and the fact that she didn't turn around at all told him what he needed to know.
"I mean, do they really think that you'd rather spend Thanksgiving working than with your family?"
He smiles slightly to himself. She's been moody since Alex received a call from the station not long ago, commanding his presence at work. He doesn't like the idea either, in fact, he doesn't like it at all, but unfortunately, duty calls.
His uniform shirt is still unbuttoned, revealing the black t-shirt underneath. He wasn't expecting to go into work today so Norma had washed his uniforms the night before and they were hanging on the rack downstairs.
"It's only for a couple of hours," he tries to sound convincing, hating the fact that he had to leave his wife and the boys for almost the entire day. He steps into the kitchen and sets the clean pair of socks on the table. "I'll be back before you know it."
"You don't know that," she says groggily. She finally turns around and wipes her hands on her apron. "You thought you were off today and look what happened."
She flings the wooden spoon into the sink, the utensil landing in a bowl full of water and soap, the action provoking the foamy water to splatter everywhere. She hates, for the first time, how he looks in his uniform. Only because she has to be angry at someone and seeing him in uniform makes her even more upset.
Alex stands in front of her, giving her an apologetic look before ceasing his hands on her waist. He wishes he didn't have to go in today. She woke up early to start preparing her marvelous Thanksgiving feast, and she's been in the kitchen ever since.
The boys could be overheard playing in the backyard, enjoying their new baseball equipment and Dylan loving, more than anything, his new stainless steel bat. Alex looks at her and is promptly reminded of Baxter, their sumptuous German Shepard. The creature looks at Alex the same way Norma is looking at him right now. With large, imploring eyes. The only difference is that Baxter always wants a treat, and his wife simply wants him to stay in with her and the kids.
"Don't make this harder than it already is," Alex tells her, his hand finding her jaw. "You think I like it?"
"I know you don't. But we don't even spend birthdays apart," Norma points out. "We almost did when Norman turned five, and you refused to work that day even though they called you in. Why can't you do the same now?"
Alex takes a deep breath and breaks eye contact. He couldn't look into those pleading, German Shepard eyes anymore. He spots Norman from the kitchen window, his baseball helmet way too big on him, the thing swaying on his head.
Alex spots when Dylan, out of his sight, hits the ball Norman just pitched at him, sending it down the hill. Norma follows his gaze and sees when Dylan begins racing around the yard, willingly stepping on the paper plates that resembled the bases, shrieking HOME RUN! at the top of his lungs.
"That's my boy," Alex says mostly to himself, smiling like the proud dad that he is. Norma's hard glare softens the moment she hears him, intensely loving the always present connection between the boys and Alex.
As if forgetting about their insignificant argument, they both relish on the perfect view they are granted with. Norman running down the side of the hill holding onto his helmet as if his life depended on it.
"Look, look," Alex chuckles at the scene of his eight-year-old running like a chicken with its head cut off. With his eyes fixed on Norman, he grasps her waist and draws her closer. Both of them focusing on the kids outside the window.
Norma laughs as she finds the act entertaining and pleasant. She had to admit that someone like Norman, extremely slender and petite, definitely looks funny as he runs with his oversized helmet on. By the time Norman seizes the ball that was hidden somewhere in the bushes, Dylan had made it safe and sound, achieving his third home run.
Norman lifts his glove, the ball evidently clasped in it, as if he had caught it the minute Dylan hit it. He rushes back to his designated spot, performing some kind of strange signal to Dylan. Dylan smiles in return, clearly understanding what the sign means, and gets ready to make another home run.
Alex looks back at Norma, her eyes finding him immediately. She takes a deep breath and shoves her hands inside his shirt and around his waist, his uniform shielding them for the time being. Alex does the same but manages to draw back a lock of loose hair behind her ear. They stare at each other for what feels like years, Norma wordlessly apologizing for her behavior.
There they are again. Baxter's enormous eyes, staring back at him. His world stops the second his wife feels strongly about any given situation, like this one for example. He never had a predicament working holidays before. He never had a purpose. But the minute he met Norma, this fantastic and strong willing woman, his world suddenly stopped spinning and immediately started revolving around her and her boys only.
Alex embeds his fingers in her hair, tugging her closer to him. Her arms, the ones around his waist, enclose him tightly, sealing the gap between them. She continues to lovingly stare at him, feeling upset with herself for letting the situation get to her. It may seem silly to other people, but it's significant to her. Her family means everything to her, and she'd choose them over anything and everything in an instant.
Her hands squeeze him softly the moment their lips interlace and combine into one. His steady hand grips her firmly by her neck, not letting her get away. Sometimes he finds himself wishing he wasn't the Sheriff. That his job didn't implicate spending special time apart from his family. However, he knew what he was getting into the moment he chose to become such an important figure for this compact and unsettled town. Family or no family at the time.
But he treasures that she cares so much. He values sharing a life with someone as attentive, devoted and heartfelt as his wife. That he has great kids that do not fail to make him prouder as time goes by. He enjoys spending holidays, birthdays and paltry breaks with his bunch. The most important people in his life. The ones he'd kill for without thinking about it twice.
He nips her bottom lip cautiously, and she giggles softly under her breath. Alex brings both hands to cup her cheeks, not daring to break the kiss. Norma's bold enough to maneuver her hands down to the hem of his black shirt, sneaking them gently to rub against his warm skin.
Their tongues dance together to a rhythm they both know so well. Their breaths mingling at their own pace, forgetting about anything that may have caused tension between them.
The commotion outside continues, but somehow far, far away from the bubble they've now created. His hands tangle themselves once again in the forest of her blonde curls. The kiss no longer soft and innocent. It's turned into something stimulating yet intense. Her playful hands under his shirt continue to add spark to the growing fire.
If she's trying to prove a point by kissing him this way, Alex didn't know. Although it's not something that could be ruled as planned. It's common for them to go from kissing innocently to devouring each other to no avail. It's always been this way, no matter the years.
Alex breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. They're both breathing laboriously, and Alex tries his best not to lift her onto the counter and take her right there. It'd be too slovenly, and impossible. The boys are right outside, and all windows are opened. There's also food and desert everywhere; another critical factor.
Leaning back to take a glance at her, he finds her eyes full of something he couldn't quite get. They're a different type of blue. Darker than he's ever known them to be. He knows that look.
His eyes dart down to her mouth, staring hungrily at her swollen, pink lips. Her hands remain hidden under his shirt, her fingers creating lazy patterns against his skin. Norma continues to stare him down through her long lashes, daring him to do more.
"That's not fair," he murmurs hotly, making her pupils dilate even more because of his sexy tone. "You're not playing fair, baby. You're not."
"I'm not?" she challenges, her eyes remaining on his own. Alex loves that she doesn't ever back down. She doesn't shy away from him and is always eager to punish and show him what he's about to miss with no repentance.
"How is this fair? Tell me, tell me how is it fair that you—," he stops talking the second she crashes her lips with his. Her tongue makes contact with his lower lip, and he welcomes her happily, opening his mouth to her once again, letting her take control of the situation.
He whines under his breath as if she's so cruel. The tightness in his pants begins to bother him, not knowing if he should continue this or stop her. It's not the time nor the place to do this.
"Baby..." he whines softly, causing Norma to pull back abruptly.
"What?" she sounds exasperated, annoyed even.
Alex looks back at her, giving her another apologetic look once again. He doesn't want the situation to get worse than it already was. He could tell that she wants it as much as he does. That his reluctance is making her even more unsettled and he can't handle it.
Norma removes her hands from under his shirt and walks around him, leaving him there with an uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He closes his eyes in dismay, not knowing what to say or do to fix this. He knows that every little thing will annoy her now, especially since she hasn't been in the greatest mood since that call.
"Norma, please," he turns around and walks towards her, trying to catch her eyes.
"No need to say anything," she says as she opens the fridge. "I know that you'd rather not continue something you can't finish. You've said that many times. This is one of those times. I get it."
"It's not that," he tries to explain, reaching for her arm, surprised when she doesn't pull away from him. "It's just- I mean, how am I supposed—"
"Just forget it," she interrupts him again. "I'm fine, okay? Go to work. I'll see you when you get back."
She withdraws her arm from his tender hold, wandering around the table and disappearing into the corridor.
"Norma!" he calls out for her, hearing nothing but her steps on the wooden floor. He stops, expecting to see her storming back into the kitchen, ready to argue again. But he releases the deep breath he was holding the moment he overhears her going up the stairs.
He looks out the window again, taking one last glance at the boys before gathering his socks and walking out to the corridor as well. It's best if he lets her be, at this given point. She's like a ticking bomb, and she's about ready to go off. Again. There's nothing he can say or do that will make her understand. She's already upset and going upstairs, trying to make her listen to what he has to say, what she will take as an excuse, will make everything worse.
Alex walks into the living room, taking a seat and putting on his socks and work shoes. He grabs his keys from the bowl situated on top of the table across the hallway. He grabs onto the railing of the stairs, looking up, expecting to find her there somehow.
He can acutely listen to her heavy steps, how she's stomping around the room harder than usual. The second he opens his mouth to call for her, his phone rings.
Letting out an exasperated breath, he reaches for it. He knows it's the office calling. He can bet on it. As if things with his wife need to get even more complicated. He knows that she can hear his phone ringing from their cozy room. It's obvious. She wasn't stomping around the room anymore.
"Yeah?" he answers the call with apparent irritation. "Jesus, I'll be right there! You can survive without me for a couple of minutes, can't you? Don't call me again."
The situation had spun out of his control. The tension that it caused Norma the knowledge that he had to leave them was enough to make him feel uneasy about it all. His eyes dart back to the top of the stairs. Dylan's victory scream can be heard loud and clear coming through the foyer now. Even Baxter. But he can't leave like that. He won't be able to function.
He starts roaming up the stairs, conscious that she hears him approaching their room. But his heart sinks the moment he tries turning the knob, finding it locked.
"N-norma," he says gently, resting his forehead against the wooden door. "Please, open the door."
But he gets no response. He could overhear her small sniffles, indicating that she's been crying. He tries opening the door again even though he's well aware that it remains locked.
"Are-are you crying?" his voice soft and worried. He lets out a short breath, knocking lightly on the door. "Open the door."
"Go away! Go! They obviously need you more than I do," she spits from the inside of the room.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Baby..."
"Don't baby me right now!" she exclaims.
Alex smiles widely at how stubborn she is being just now. He knew what he was getting into when he married her. She'd been giving him hell for almost a year after they met, playing hard to get and pretending, insistingly, that she wasn't interested.
It wasn't new to him, her sudden outbursts every now and then. It helps that he's not explosive like her. His soothing attitude overcoats her bad temper most of the time. Right now, she's as stubborn as ever, throwing a tantrum like a four-year-old.
But she only does it because she's trying to prove her point and she can't find the right words to do so. Alex knows that. So he finds her current anger sweet and cute, anything but disturbing.
"I should have known what I was getting myself into when I married you!" Norma states rather loud, talking to herself mostly. "But is it too much to ask for!? I don't think it is! Work doesn't always come first, Alex! Your family does!"
She keeps on ranting and shouting, her face red and wet from her tears. Being that she's digging through her drawers, looking for God knows what, she doesn't notice the second Alex steps into the room through Norman's bedroom door. He knew she'd forgotten to lock that one. He knows her that well.
"But who am I to tell you what you should and shouldn't do!?" she lets out a mocking laugh, still directing her harsh tone to him. "I'm a nobody. I'm clearly someone that you're willing to ditch in a blink of an eye because the freaking town is in need!"
Alex bites his lower lip, trying hard not to smile. He keeps hearing her rant about anything but nothing in particular, relaxing his body against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes locked on her, patiently waiting for her to finish her ridiculous rant.
"But I get it. Just go. Leave! You're going to, anyway!" she shuts the drawer with authority, knocking over two of her perfume bottles.
"But you know what? I'm—" she's about to continue yelling at him through the closed door, turning around completely and freezing the second her eyes locate him inside the room.
"Are you done?" he asks calmly, still leaning against the frame, his eyes observing her. His demeanor relaxed and unbothered, unlike hers.
Her eyes dart rapidly to the opened door behind him, groaning loudly in annoyance at herself for forgetting to lock it. How could she forget?
Alex can tell that she wasn't expecting him to sneak up on her like that. That she thought she had it all under control. Perhaps the closed door gave her the confidence to say all of that nonsense without much lament.
In fury, her eyebrows furrow and it's as if her eyes had turned red. She never had the upper hand like she thought she did. She hates that he's managed to stay so calm despite her hysterical and rubbish conduct toward him just now.
Norma groans again, turning her back to him and wandering towards the other side of the room. She opens the closet door and walks in. Alex had followed her with his eyes the whole time, knowing that she's trying to keep her distance, not wanting to be near him out of pure spite.
He's concluded that he's had enough. He strips his body off the doorframe and starts walking towards the closet, too. He sees her shuffling through clothes as if she had somewhere to go and she was on a rush.
Alex comes to stand behind her, wrapping his robust arms around her, the act forcing her to stop what she's doing. She kind of buckles under his touch, trying stubbornly to get away.
"Stop," he whispers in her ear with charm, almost making her anger dim away in that instant. "It's bad for the baby."
Norma crumbles in his arms, as if nothing had happened, and starts crying freely underneath his armor. She rests her head back, leaning it on his left shoulder. He squeezes her a bit, burring his nose in the crook of her neck, settling a kiss there.
"Shhh," he tries to appease her, their bodies swaying as one. She comes to grab hold of his upper arms, clutching onto his forearms with more strength than expected.
Norma continues to cry, and Alex continues to hold her. He starts settling butterfly kisses on her neck, pecking her porcelain skin sparingly. Her soft back leans passively onto his hard rock chest, their bodies molding into one with no complications.
"I don't want-want you to go," she remarks between sobs, sounding precisely like a small child in dismay.
With his face still buried in her neck, he shuts his eyes in disconcert. He's unable to say anything at the moment, so his hand reaches for her face, turning her around in his embrace.
Looking straight into those powder blue eyes, his thumbs begin to brush away her broad tears. Her incredible eyes have turned into Baxter's once again. He can't deny her anything. He simply can't.
"Stop crying," he implores, her head looking extremely tiny cradled between his hands.
"I just love you... so much," she cries in deep sentiment, and Alex is unable to hold back a chuckle. She couldn't be more adorable even if she wanted to.
"Oh, honey," he snickers softly at the sweet way she just said she loves him. Her tone so fragile yet powerful.
"Don't laugh at me!" she exclaims with tears in her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in mild annoyance at him.
He giggles a bit more. "I'm not, my love. I'm not laughing at you. I just- I love you just as much, my sweet, sweet angel."
Her features relax immediately, and she rubs the back of her hand across her nose. He finds the act even sweeter, and he shifts forward, placing a tender and loving kiss to her forehead.
"It's the hormones," she says casually. "They're driving me insane."
"I know," he caresses her cheek with much tenderness. "I know."
"I'm sorry I yelled," she looks up, finding his eyes. He could see right through her. He could locate the honesty in them from a mile away. "I didn't mean to say those... harsh things about you... and your job."
"Don't worry about it, okay? I don't want you to stress. Stressing is bad for our little girl."
Norma rolls her eyes and lets out a small, mocking laugh. "We are not having a girl. I've told you this, Sheriff. I can't compete with that, and I won't bare it," she teases.
Alex smiles widely and pulls her closer to him, winding his arms around her thin waist, murmuring hotly upon her lips. "You want to be the only girl in my life, don't you?"
Norma grins and wraps her arms around his neck, a habit she's never been able to kill off. Her lips seized his, and she instantly forgets about her ridiculous rage over something so minute.
She breaks the kiss, leaning their foreheads together. "I'd love to have a little girl. It'd make me love you even more. I can only imagine you with her... I'll go crazy," she smiles dreamily at him, her fingers playing with the hair behind his neck.
"I hope it's a girl," he mutters softly, his hands roaming down to cup her bottom.
Norma gasps in alarm for a second, surprised by this action, the act making her shiver. She tries to play it off, but it's too late; Alex noticed it.
Rubbing their noses together, she adds. "Me too."
"A little girl that looks just like you," Alex whispers as his rebellious hands grasp her flesh tightly. Norma grins widely for a moment, before letting out a tiny little yelp the second he swifts her off her feet.
A playful giggle rapidly replaces her gasp, her hands cupping his cheeks casually.
"What if I want her to look like you?" she says hotly as if she was saying the sexiest thing.
He connects their lips, not wanting to spend another living second without tasting them. His hands clutch her bottom fiercely, his body turning around and moving reluctantly towards their bed.
The second his knees make contact with the mattress, he breaks the kiss. Her chest is heaving, and her lips are swollen. Her eyes full and dark, nothing like Baxter's glare. He sees her eyes switching from his eyes to his lips, and so on. She looks incredibly sexy, and he couldn't wait to devour her.
Fuck the station. He's already made his choice.
Norma, seeing as he's taking longer than anticipated to kiss her again, cups his cheeks and pulls his face towards her with enthusiasm and lust. Instead of connecting their lips though, she swipes her tongue over his lower lip. Alex stays still, holding his breath.
But his hands are not able to stop their scrupulous game. They grasp her ass vigorously, making her smile devilish at him, driving him even wilder. He opens his mouth to welcome her, but she pushes her head back just a tad, playfully evading his lips.
The action causes her to tilt back a bit, Alex losing all support and balance, his muscles tensing as he tries his best to keep her upon his body the second their bodies slam aggressively onto the bed. A scream bolts free the second Norma's back hits the mattress, and Alex panics for a second, mistaking her shriek for pain instead of amusement.
"Are you okay?" he questions as he pulls back, finding her eyes immediately. His hand runs absentmindedly across her arm, his eyes searching for some sort of bruise or broken bone.
Norma smiles sweetly at him, her grin more full than ever. "I'm fine," she giggles, twining her legs around him tighter than before. "I'm okay."
She detects the anguish in his stare. She knows he likes to worry, and ever since they found out about her state he hasn't stopped worrying about every little thing that she comes in contact with.
"I'm not going to break," she tells him confidently, her hands drawing him to her by his neck. "How about..." she presses her lips with his, kissing him hard. "...you make love to your wife?"
Her wicked hands travel down his back, grasping his ass firmly, grinding herself against him. Alex grunts deep in his throat, capturing her lips again, spreading her legs wider just for him. Norma moans the second his bulge meets her heated core, the fabric of her skirt bunched up around her waist.
"What-what about the boys?" he questions as Norma refuses to break their passionate kiss.
"They're outside," she mutters huskily as her mouth reaches for his neck. As she plants delicate kisses against his jaw, her hands are quick to undo his buttons, exposing that same black shirt underneath.
"Hold on," Alex hums, seizing her wrists and stopping her ordeal. His eyes remain glued to the opened door. Although he could perfectly hear Dylan's victory howls coming clear through their window, indicating they weren't inside the house, he refused to get wrapped in the heat of the moment and have one of the boys walk in on them.
Norma, although perfectly aware of his intentions and understanding his reasons, lets out an exasperated sigh. Her hormones are driving her crazy, and she hates that she has no control of her actions nor feelings whatsoever. But she decides to remain calm, taking a deep breath as she waits for him. She rubs her thighs together, almost losing the little patience she still manages to have.
She bites her lip, overhearing as he closes the door that leads to Norman's room and locks it. Using her elbows for support, she raises her upper body, scooting up the bed a tad. Before she has time to get cozy, she spots as Alex silently roams around their bed, coming to stand solely in front of her.
Norma's eyes continue to pierce his own, the lust in them driving him even more crazy. He makes sure to discard his uniform shirt, the fabric completely melting off his shoulders. Norma chews her lower lip and leans back, enjoying this little and surprising striptease.
The second his fingers reach for the hem of his black shirt, she lets out a happy and coquettish giggle, her arms darting back and over her head. He also smiles at her the second she fidgets under his stare. He is quick to remove the t-shirt that was obstructing Norma's perfect view. Her eyes roam down his torso, hard and muscular as ever. Her lower lip remains caught between her teeth as her eyes continue to watch him hungrily, daring him to do more.
The moment he goes to unbuckle his belt, she surges forward, using her hands to get herself into a sitting position. Her eyes, the ones that completely melt him from the inside out, meet his own. She reaches for the buckle of his belt, his hands laying lazily on his sides. Her fingers quickly bury themselves into the waistband of his jeans, her knuckles brushing lightly against his skin.
With a known force, she pulls him to her, her fingers stroking his low abdomen as she moves them to their own accord. This is so sensual, utterly gratifying. His chest rises and falls with a constant rhythm, the act betraying him as Norma solely unfolds his deepest secrets by a simple glimpse and touch.
Letting her take control has always been his favorite. Knowing what she wants and allowing her to set the pace. And right now, having her looking at him this way, as if she wants to eat him alive, is making him lose the little control he still has.
Norma is vicious and very sadistic at what she does. Her blue eyes remain on him as her hands work to unfasten his jeans. His hand embeds in her hair, pushing it back as she gives his low abdomen an open mouth kiss the second she pulls down his zipper.
His breath hitches the second her lips make contact with his skin as if burning him instantly. His skin is on fire, and she's the only one who can turn down the heat. He bites his lip to hold back a moan but completely fails the instant she bites down the elastic band of his brief, pulling back and letting the fabric sting against his skin.
She's bold enough to giggle again in that specific way that he glorifies. Being that her legs are draped out and over the side of their bed, he bends down a little and grabs her thighs, pushing her up swiftly towards the middle of the bed. She giggles again. With a hint of innocence and seductiveness. He grins as he watches her lay back silently, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving in anticipation.
Both of his hands capture her body most delightfully. Her body captive between his robust arms as he crawls to her, a shark grin plastered on his face. When he's facing her, she is quick to pull him down, granting him with a hot, passionate kiss.
After only a couple of seconds, he draws back, breaking the kiss. She's about to protest when she sees him shifting back a bit, grabbing the end of her skirt, the fabric around her waist. She bends her back immediately, helping him rip it off her fiery body.
He tosses it aside, pushing down his own pants and underwear, discarding his shoes. She elevates her upper body, reaching back to unclasp her bra, but Alex stops her.
"Let me," he murmurs against her lips, kissing her deliberately as she moves her hands, allowing him to do it himself. He unclasps her bra quickly, letting the cold air brush her breast. He kisses her again, launching her back down to lay flat onto the mattress.
His mouth travels down to her neck as she extends it, granting him more access. A thick and gratifying moan bolts free the moment his mouth devours her skin. His open mouth kisses hit her right on the spot. She's a sucker for those kisses. Her fingers trap themselves in his hair, tugging tortuously. Alex groans under his breath, biting down the side of her breast. Her back arches off the mattress, pressing her chest further against his awaiting mouth.
"Mm," he mumbles softly, his free hand holding her tightly, holding her against him. Her teeth get ahold of her bottom lip, biting down hard. His tongue flicks eagerly her nipple back and forth. Her eyes shut rapidly, an enormous grin coated on her face.
Another low moan makes him bite harder than normal, and he panics momentarily thinking that he's hurt her. But the thought diminishes immediately as he hears her coquettish giggle slip out her mouth. Her legs cradle him most delightfully, her knees brushing his sides. Her back curves again as she feels him going lower, his tongue tickling her as he runs it down her stomach.
Although utterly aware that she wanted this, ever since they found out about her condition, he has to make sure that she wants this as much as him.
"Do you feel okay to do this?" his eyes search for her own, his mouth halting its meticulous game but his devilish hands never resisting the urge to feel and caress her soft skin.
She rolls her eyes at him with a smile on her face. "Baby, you need to stop worrying."
He sighs and crawls up her body, his hands helping to keep the weight off her. She rapidly cups his cheeks affectionately, adoring how caring he is but disliking the fact that he's bound to stress himself out with the pregnancy if he doesn't stop.
"I just-I want to make sure you and the baby are okay," he whispers helplessly, almost pouting at her.
Her demeanor dissolves the moment she detects so much secureness and concern in his eyes.
"Oh, honey," she chuckles adorably at him, her right hand stroking his stubbly cheek. "We're fine. I'm great. I haven't had morning sickness in a couple of days, mister, so..." she leans up, kissing his lips softly. "... don't jinx it."
He proceeds to look down at her as if searching for some type of discomfort displayed on her face. This frail but powerful human being means everything to him. He would hate himself if he ever did anything that could hurt her.
"I feel okay, I promise," she continues, her hand running through his hair, pushing it back a bit. "Trust me, if I didn't, you would know. I don't think I'd be in the mood."
"Good point."
"You keep telling me that I shouldn't stress because it's bad for the baby and yet, here you are being the CEO of the stressing department. Quit."
"I just want you to be okay," he says again, as a form of reminder to himself. "I don't want you to force yourself to have sex with me just because you think I need it. I don't want that."
Norma furrows her eyebrows. "That's not what's happening here, hun. I promise. I want to do it. I feel fine, okay? I understand where you're coming from, but you also have to keep in mind that, just like now, because of the hormones and all, I'll be wanting sex all the time. I don't want you to doubt if I really want to have sex every time that it happens."
"No, no, I know. I just-you know..." he rants, not finding the words. Norma grins at him, wanting to hug him and keep him safe forever in a box somewhere. Guard him. He was that delightful and so easy to love.
"I want you to make love to me right now," she whispers close to his mouth, her lips grazing his carefully. "Don't you want to make love to me?"
He was trying hard not to kiss her, to hold back for as long as he could. But it was pointless. It really was.
"Of course I do," he speaks, almost ashamed of the solid rock erection that bobs freely because of her. That question is absurd. "I always want you," he kisses her deeply, making her moan as his tongue makes contact with her own.
"Always?" she dares to break the kiss for a split second, as her body pushes him off, turning him on his side. She climbs on top of him, straddling his waist deliciously, granting him the perfect view since she's now on top. To be honest, he prefers this position. She gets to be entirely in control. Setting the pace however she prefers. However fast or slow as he observes all of her with raw lust and satisfaction.
"How could I not?" he murmurs as she lets go of his lips for a second, finding his eyes. "How could I not want you every minute of every day?"
Norma giggles, biting hard his bottom lip. Her hands find his own, and she moves them up and over his head, demanding him to leave them there. She's going to show him that she really wants this. That she's not only doing it to fulfill his needs but her own as well. As soon as she lets go of his hands, he tries to move them down. His body aching for her touch.
"Nononono," she says seductively, placing his hands back to the top of his head. He groans the second she bows down a bit, her breasts brushing his hard chest softly. "Leave them there."
"Baby..." he whines, his heart bounding to rip his chest opened. "Come on."
She grants him a naughty smile, her teeth grabbing hold of his earlobe. "Behave, Romero."
He knows he is not to move a finger. Those were her orders. She trusts that he will leave them there, pushing herself up by resting her hands on his chest. His teeth get ahold of his bottom lip as he watches her intently. Her body squirming on top of his, her nipples reaching for the sky, hard as rock. She starts grinding her hips, the fabric of her underwear making contact with his member. He could feel the heat radiating off, burning him more with desire.
"Please," he begs almost child-like. He starts bucking his hips, creating more friction. Her hands remain planted on his chest, her hips rotating with no regret. She bites her lip and smiles, staring right at him. He goes to move his hands but thinks better of it. "Baby, come on. Let me touch you."
She smirks widely, shaking her head no. While maintaining eye contact, she grabs his hard member with her soft and warm hand. He closes his eyes immediately. The anticipation of it all almost driving him off the edge. His head hits the mattress abruptly, an effortless and enjoyable moan leaving his lips.
Alex goes to move his hands again, and she is quick to scold him. He groans in exasperation, as she continues to taunt him with her hand. After a few minutes of torment, she lets go of him, causing Alex to open his eyes, catching her lascivious glare. She stares him down, almost daring him to do something now after silently teaching him a lesson.
Careful and with prudence, he reaches for her and this time, she doesn't stop him.
Her eyes are burning a hole into his skull, the appetite in her eyes making him want to stop time and forever make love to his wife. His eyes wander over her body, the one presented fully just for him. Her hands, those wicked hands linger on his chest. But suddenly, and without much thought, he reminisces she still has her underwear on. A lacey, thin and vulnerable light pink garment. The sheer fabric of it hugging tightly to her skin.
"What would be the consequences if I happen to rip these off you?" his voice low and dangerous. His fingers run smoothly along the waistband of the piece of clothing that was restricting him from having his way with her.
Her blue, full eyes follow the movement of his hands, watching as he gives it a light tug. She bites her lip and senses a fiery excitement run through that delicate part between her legs.
"I think you're gonna have to find out," she replies hotly, rotating her hips again, torturing him a bit more.
He whimpers deep and low, his hands pulling her to him by her middle. The wicked smile she had plastered all over her face disappears the second his lips attack her own. She moans lowly when she feels his tongue teasing her bottom lip, her hips never stopping their prior ordeal.
His hands squeeze her hips tightly, leading her to remain grinding on him. But a sudden pull of the fabric makes her pause her actions, a loud shriek coming from deep within. He smiles broadly against her mouth, continuing to rip her pretty and feminine underwear. Her hands come to rest on his face, her elbows leaning comfortably upon his chest.
"You okay?" he whispers on her mouth, her smirk still present.
"Mhm," she mumbles, biting his lower lip harshly. He breathes through his nose, a sharp intake of air to try and remain calm.
Alex removes the torn fabric with success, tossing it aside. The ardor transmitting through her core is consuming his entire being. He can't take it anymore.
He takes himself in hand, sneaking his hands between their bodies, teasing her entrance. She groans lowly, raising her hips a bit, assisting him in the process. She is so wet. Too wet for her liking. It's almost embarrassing the state he's capable of leaving her in. How aroused he gets her to be. It's unbelievable the way his member quickly enters her without effort.
They both moan, and their eyes meet the second their bodies become one. The sensation is surreal. Prolonging the foreplay is always Norma's ideal way of feeling somehow out of this world the second he penetrates her. She starts moving on top of him, very, very leisurely.
Norma already knows she won't last long. The feeling is too profound; too pure. He captures her mouth, kissing her hungrily as his fingers try to gather all her loose locks, pushing and keeping her hair tossed back. She keeps moving on top of him in an amazingly lazy pace. It's torture for him, and he doesn't feel at all sane.
"Fuck," he mutters in pure passion, his lips only millimeters away from hers. She loves to hear him swear while they make love. It's the only time when he does.
She rolls back a bit, catching the impeccable desire in his eyes. She bites her bottom lip and tries not to smile. He's watching her. He's capturing all of her the way he always does.
Knowing that it would drive him crazier, she uses her bare hands to push herself back, relaxing them on his exposed and always solid chest. Norma's well aware of her power. Of what she's doing to him. She doesn't let go of her lip, her eyes trained on him. Alex pushes his head back, his hands quickly grabbing onto her hips.
"Baby..." he implores, looking back at her. "You're-you're killing me."
Norma lets out a gentle yet playful laugh, knowing he won't dare to urge the pace unless she says so. Her own head tilts back, the pleasure getting the best of her. Her moans never ceasing. The little roll of her hips taunting him and her at the same time. A louder cry is heard when his fingers pinch both of her nipples. The sensation even more powerful because of her condition.
"Shhh," he hisses, moving his hand to cover her mouth. She won't stop moving, that would never happen. Grabbing onto his wrist, she presses his hand firmer against her mouth, knowing that it's impossible to shut her up at this point.
The kids are still outside, they can hear them perfectly. And since they can, Alex is afraid the boys will listen to Norma as well. He stops torturing her breast with his other hand, pulling her down to him.
"If they hear us..." his hand is still covering her mouth, her hips are still moving deliciously. "...if we get caught..." her blue eyes watch him carefully, her little eyebrows furrow in pure desire. "...we won't make love again until after the baby is born."
She laughs casually at him. He allows himself to smile a bit. Norma removes his hand from her mouth.
"Not a chance in hell," she tries to sound serious, but her little smirk gives it away.
Alex knows she's right. He doesn't even believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Eight months without touching his gorgeous wife? He can't go two days without making love; who is he trying to fool thinking he can endure a sex-free life for the next eight months?
This whole back and forth aroused them even more. He lets his thumb graze her lower lip and Norma is quick to welcome it into her mouth, biting it lightly as her pace increases in sync with her moans. Not being able to hold back anymore, Alex bucks his hips, meeting every one of her thrusts, stopping her torturous game.
She surrenders to him and lets her body fall lazily on top of his. Her eyes closed, her lips partly opened and her moans still filling the room. Alex softly grabs her jaw with one hand, connecting their lips and swallowing her moans.
"Don't stop, baby, don't stop," she mumbles as their lips are still connected.
He lets out a loud groan, and his hips speed up. He could feel her inner walls wrapping him entirely, daring him to come undone with her.
Alex lets his left-hand trace down her back, tightly grabbing her bouncing flesh as he still pounds into her.
He's close, and he's well aware that so is she. The adrenaline is running through their veins with no intention of slowing down. This is it.
She stops breathing, and Alex can feel her cum before he hears her strangled moan. He is not to slow down at this point. He raises his knees, plunging into her with more intensity than before. Alex lets go of her mouth, watching as her face is contorted in concentration and how her eyes roll to the back of her head. He doesn't silence her loud cry this time, because he's certain he is just as loud; Alex spills into her as his lips repeat her name over and over again.
"Fuck!" she squeals, her body still enduring the aftershock of her astonishing and powerful orgasm. Norma keeps her eyes closed but rests her forehead against his. They're both breathing heavily, neither one of them know if they're competent of moving a muscle, let alone if he's allowing Norma to climb off him.
It's always been sensual for Alex to see her on top of him like this. Breathless. To feel her shaken body on top of his. To run his hands down her back, feeling the goosebumps forming on her porcelain skin. Her skin so soft, so tender. Times like these is when he finds himself loving every part of her, every form.
Still trying to catch her breath, her head tilts back, finding him already staring back at her. They both smile dreamily at each other, their eyes as soft as ever. His hands are still caressing her soft back, and she can't help but smile at his affectionate gesture. She brushes his hair back with her long fingers, staring deep into those caramel eyes.
"I want her to have your eyes," she tells him casually, and it takes him only a second to follow her.
"No," he whines softly, his hands never ceasing their activity. "She has to look like you."
Norma smiles. "She can look like me, that's not a problem. She just needs your eyes."
"You're not going to let this one go, are you?" he chuckles lightly. It's always fun to argue with his wife about things they have no control over. Norma smiles but gives him a quick nod. "Okay. She can have my eyes."
"Good," Norma replies with a grin on her lips. She's starting to feel sleepy, tired even. The brush of his hands on her back is a big factor. He can always put her to sleep like this. She leans down, finding his welcoming lips. They kiss, gently this time. As if they have all the time of the world. But suddenly, a thought comes flashing through her mind, and she is quick to detach her lips from his.
"Alex!" she gasps abruptly, using her hands to push herself off him but Alex keeps her locked in his arms.
"What-what's the matter? What's wrong?" he asks alarmed.
"THE TURKEY!"