If punching bags could scream, very loudly, in agonizing pain, Alex would be in big trouble. He could feel his knuckles going numb after landing every punch. The sweat dripping down his face only resembled the fury in his veins. The impotence. He's lost the love of his life. He's lost his Norma Bates.
Wild thoughts invade his mind as he travels a couple of hours back. How Norma forced him to give her back the key to what he got so used to calling home. How she told him that there was no going back and that he should never have messed or come between her and her son.
He clearly remembers how awful it felt for her to look him in the eyes and tell him, with no remorse, that she used him for her convenience. That she had toyed with him for her own benefit. That she's known about his love for her for years now, and she simply used that in her favor.
If she was affected by the pain she was physically causing him, she didn't show it. Her blue eyes were like burning daggers impelling into his skull.
He'd been going at it for fifteen minutes straight now. He could feel his heart wanting to rip his ribcage in half. But he wouldn't dare to stop. He needed an outlet for his frustration, for his anger. And unfortunately, this was it.
He grunts in resentment as he felt tears coming down his cheeks. Norma had no idea how bad she's hurt him. He gave her his all. His entire heart; and she's decided to crush it as if it never meant anything to her. Anything at all.
While his purpose was solely to protect her, hers was completely divergent. In a way, he'll never understand how strong her love for Norman is. He doesn't have someone that belongs to him, that shares his DNA, someone with tiny hands and feet that look precisely like him. He's not a father. And he never will be.
'I've always told you what you wanted to hear. I knew that this would make the true you come out from hiding. Norman helped me. He helped me see who you really are."
His eyes are red. From anger. From crying—from pure affliction. He's known a crying Norma. A hysterical Norma. A lying Norma. A strong and powerful Norma. A happy and in love, Norma. But the Norma that he saw tonight? That Norma he's never known.
'You really think I'm buying this crap?' Alex had laughed when Norma told him that she never loved him. 'Seriously, Norma. Stop the nonsense. I'm not stupid.'
But was he? Was she clever enough to wrap him in her game just for the sake of her precious, little Norman? Has this been a game since the night they met? Shelby was her first option, but it is possible that he was the second runner up?
His arms are burning, and so are his lungs. He can hardly breathe, and he felt every single one of his muscles tremble in pain underneath his skin. He groans and grunts and yells in frustration.
His knees go weak, and he collapses on the hard, concrete floor of his garage. His breathing extraordinarily shallow. He sits back on his heels, his head pushed back as he hunts for air. The punching bag dangles freely above him, daring him to continue.
After a while, his breathing evens out, and he's capable of thinking clearly, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He's dying for a shower, to feel clean for a change. Everything that happened with Norma had made him feel used, worn out.
In an attempt to get up and off the floor, he patted the concrete floor, spotting blood on his swollen knuckles. It hurts like hell but not more than the ache he's feeling inside.
He lays down, his back hitting the floor. He can't think straight, and he wishes things were different. If he had known how much wanting to keep her safe would affect his relationship with Norma, he wouldn't have given it a second thought.
But he needs her safe. If it means losing her, then that's what it means. Ever since she stepped foot into town and Keith Summers went missing, something pulled him in. Deeply. She was everything he could think of then, and she's everything he thinks of now.
The night Shelby died, he craved, keeping her safe. Abernathy? He took care of him himself. He thought back on the way she went to him for help. She trusted him, didn't she?
Norma didn't listen to him when he warned her about Nick Ford and told her to stay away from him. She was so stubborn. Then he took Norman and once again, he took it upon himself to help her find her son.
I trust you, okay? I totally trust you.
He's always tried his best to help her. He knew from the get-go that going to Bob Paris would be a terrible mistake. But she would have done it with or without him. She told him so. But she trusted him. She went to him for help. Again.
The look on her face when he told her he had turned the flash drive to the DEA, it's one he can't quite shake off yet.
How could you do this to me?
He hated himself for making her feel like he didn't care when in reality, he also did it for her. Because he had made a promise to himself that no one would harm her. That no one would lay a finger on her again.
He lays there, smiling to himself as he thinks about that glorious, chilly morning. When she dared to meet him and asked him to marry her. He denied her offer but couldn't stop smiling once she drove off.
There she was again. Thinking of him to solve her problems. Again. Because she trusted him that much.
So, should he believe anything she says now? That she's never loved him. That she's been using him. That she's never felt safe with him and that she couldn't wait until she wasn't attached to him anymore.
He got up, brushing the oozing blood on his pants, heading straight to the shower.
I've never loved anyone enough to feel obligated to be honest with them.
Thank you for understanding, I love you.
Hi, hun. I miss you.
I wanna see you.
That we're here, and we're happy. That after everything we've made it.
Yeah, my heart stopped.
It's like I'm watching a movie, but it's not a movie.
Thank you for being whatever it is that you say that you are.
Who the hell do you sleep with?
I'm not giving you up.
Don't be mad at me, please. I can't stand it. I can't stand it.
I can't wait to see you.
Why do you have the magical ability to make me feel calm?
I want to do it. I'm sure I want to do this right now.
I love him, he loves me, and that is it! And you have to deal with it!
Alex stands under the shower head, reminiscing about the times Norma's told him that she loves him. Not only with words, but with actions, too. The way she looked at him when she found out about him killing Bob for her still makes him weak. When she cradled his face and pretty much told him everything he needed to know with one simple, loving look.
When he walked in on her playing the piano. Sorry you had to hear me butcher that song. It's been in my head all day. At the moment he didn't think much of it, but then he realized. A love song, stuck in her head all day?
But nothing tops the moment she told him for the very first time that she loves him. It was in the most inappropriate time if you expected those words to come out in the middle of a fancy dinner or while walking downtown on a chilly night. Chick was outside. He had gotten home after a long day of work. She had made dinner and hadn't bothered to give him a kiss to welcome him home. He went for it, he walked towards her to kiss her, but she simply instructed him to sit down.
Then, looking as terrified as ever, she said what he'd dreamed long years to hear. Words he never thought would come out of her. Words that became the most beautiful phrase.
The hot water stream relaxed his aching muscles almost instantly. The water too hot for his own good. His skin turning a dark shade of red. He would be foolish to believe her words now. She's upset. Livid. Angry people say stuff they don't mean all the time.
Right?
Alex paced back and forth, undermining his ability to finish his second bottle of scotch. His tolerance is by the roof at this point in life, but the bottle was half full, or half empty and he didn't know if he still had it in him to finish it all.
He still had a towel tied and wrapped around his hips, didn't bothered to put on clothes after his most needed shower. He sits comfortably in his dimmed living room, the lamp by the window allowing him to somehow still see his surroundings.
Alex leaned comfortably against the cushions, his head tilting back and he took that time to breathe; to let the alcohol do its job and finally relax.
He's not drunk, but he feels as if he's out of his skin. Way too relaxed for his own liking. His mind travels to the day Norma picked him up in front of that bar. It was his turn to trust her, he didn't know who else to call. And even if he did have other people, like one of his deputies who were willing to rescue him whenever, he didn't want anyone else but Norma at that moment. He wanted her to be the one to rescue him.
And there she was within ten minutes, in her new Mustang, ready to save him with no remorse. He asked her to drop him off at his house, but she refused. He told her about his mom. She listened and understood. Nothing else mattered at that instant. Just them.
Then he felt the urge to kiss her. It may have been the alcohol in his system that made him make such a bold move. But he couldn't help to think that she willingly let him pull her to him. They almost kissed. Then she got up, and he hated not having her near. He called her beautiful, and she smiled that big smile of hers that makes his heart swell with sole affection.
So after everything, why is it so easy for her to deny something that's always been present, lingering between them, something so pure? How could she stand there, in her blue robe, and tell him that none of it has been real?
She's got a lot of nerve to try and, although almost impossible to admit, hurt him in a way no one has before. You can't deny love. Not this love. Not the love he has for her. She can't... can she?
Then he heard it. Two soft knocks on his front door. He doesn't move a muscle but stares lazily at the clock on his wall.
2:32 a.m.
No. He's dreaming. Who the hell could it be at this hour?
But he refused to move. His body is not allowing him to move. The alcohol in his blood is almost creating a thick, heavy layer of indolence within him.
And he doesn't move but chooses to close his eyes. His dense, sad eyes. He continued to hear those knocks at a distance as if they were a mile away.
He groans in annoyance at the soft knocks, hating that he had to get up to find out who was at the other side of his front door. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. His knuckles still on fire.
He took a second to figure out how to stand and make it to the door without tumbling down in the process. If he falls, he's staying there. He won't try to get up, that act would be futile.
With a loud grunt, he managed to get up, stretching like a cat in the middle of his living room. His patio light is on, and when he got to the front door, he saw her through that same window she once shattered in pieces to break into his place.
He stood there, watching her. They made eye contact, and she knocked again after a while, not daring to look away this time.
Launching forward, his steady hand unlocks the door, swinging it opened as he continued and refused to break eye contact with the blonde on the other side of the door.
He had sobered up almost instantly, the rush in his veins after seeing her this late, in front of him, was replaced with hatred and resentment.
It was almost impossible not to think about everything she had told him only hours ago. Was she here to continue? Wasn't it enough?
He could see the way her chest would rise and fall after every breath. That blue coat, the one she had on when he went to check on her that morning after the proposal, was keeping her warm. Her eyes red and a bit swollen. The tip of her nose a cherry tone, a combination triggered because of her apparent tears and the crisp night.
The tension between the pair could be cut with a knife. They both knew it. His chocolate-colored eyes remain on her blue ones. Alex started to see tears forming in them, her chin quivering mildly.
"What do you want?" he couldn't help the harsh tone of his voice. Indignant. Wounded.
She took a deep breath. "Alex..."
"You're here to continue telling me how much you regret marrying me? Or did you already filed for divorce and you're here because you can't wait until the morning to—"
"Alex..." she interrupted him, taking a step forward.
"Where are the papers?" he looked at her bare hands. "Where are they?"
He was furious with her. The alcohol in his system somehow gone and replaced with pure anger.
But she didn't open her mouth to speak a word this time, and she continued to look at him with troubled eyes. Her breathing was becoming shallow, and he hated how broken she looked. He hated that he still cared. After everything she told him tonight, he still cared.
"Can we talk?" she whispered hopefully.
Alex let out a mirthless laugh, almost a mocking one, rolling his eyes towards the back of his head and looking away.
"I think you've said it all, Norma," he directed his words at her, but his eyes were concentrated on the piano inside his home. "Unless you'd like to continue bashing me for no reason."
Her voice cracked a little. "I'm-I'm sorry."
His eyes darted back to her instantly. He couldn't believe that she was here, in the middle of the night apologizing for her awful and unforgivable behavior.
"Seriously?"
His indifference is breaking her in half. "Please. Let me come in."
But he thought about leaving her out there. In the cold. So that she could feel what he felt. So that she would know how much she'd hurt him. He wanted to shut the door and leave her out there.
"Please?" she pleaded helplessly, wiping the tears that had rolled down her cheeks with the back of her hand.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. He couldn't hurt her the way she hurt him. He could not say and do stuff he doesn't mean just for the heck of it. Not like her.
He stepped aside, focusing back on the piano, not wanting to look at her. He held his breath the moment she walked past him. He refused to get intoxicated in her scent. In her amazing and always welcoming scent.
As soon as she walked in, she noticed the empty bottle of scotch on his coffee table. He had a second bottle opened, half full, sitting right next to the empty one. Then she saw it. Her ring. Her precious ring on top of a closed book on that same table.
She takes a deep breath as she reminisces about the pain and frustration she had put him through. It's been weeks since the last time he thought drinking scotch was necessary for him to function. She knows that. He hasn't had a drink since before they got married. They've had wine during dinner and on Saturday nights but this... this is different.
She stood in front of the hall where he had pinned her not too long ago. Turning back around, she prayed that she could get him back. That he knows she didn't mean any of it and that they can get past this. It's just their first bump in the road, isn't it?
His eyes are now fixed on hers, almost begging for an explanation although he pretty much convinced himself that he doesn't need one. She's said barbaric things to him. With what purpose?
"I...," her voice barely audible. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm sorry. I really am."
He didn't bat an eye. The minute she walked in, he made a deal with himself that he would let her talk, but that only lasted a second.
"Really? Because I can definitely tell you how it looks like from here."
She closed her eyes, sighing heavily, a huge lump in her throat. "I didn't mean any of it. I didn't mean it. I just-I need to hurt you. I need you to hate me. I need to disappoint you, Alex. That's the only way."
"The only way?"
She lowered her head, and Alex took it as his cue to continue.
"I never made you choose between your son and me. This has never been a personal issue with the kid. I've always tried my best to keep him out of trouble. Out of jail."
"I know—"
He got closer to her and her feet remained glued to the hardwood floor. Her big eyes staring deeply into his own.
"I've done nothing but protect you. Protect your son. Help your son. Find him after Nick Ford took him from you..."
She silently cried as she heard everything he's done for her.
"Damn it, Norma! I've done everything in my power! I even married you so that you could give him the help he needed. And-and..." he looked away from her. "And for what? Huh? Tell me. For what?"
She pursed her lips as her tears rolled down her cheeks to no avail. Her eyes filled with nothing but consternation—pleading forgiveness.
He stepped closer to her again, his hot breath brushing her face. "For you to tell me that you've never really loved me. That you took advantage of me, that you knew I was head over heels for you and you magically decided to use my love... my affection in your favor."
He was on a roll. He couldn't stop. "Tell me how you look someone in the eye and say stuff like that? How could you say that you've never—"
Stopping himself from saying the phrase, he turned around, flustered, annoyed. His hands fly to the back of his head as he walks away from her. His back turned on her.
Norma took a couple of steps towards him. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean any of it. You know that I didn't. That I can't. I can't mean that."
He shifted back around. "You have any idea how much your words hurt me? And this is coming from years back, Norma. Your words, your actions. Your damn indifference!"
Almost instantly, she spotted tears in his eyes. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, surrendering at his feet.
"I'm so sorry, baby," she muttered hotly, her eyes focused on him. He needed to know how sorry she was. How stupid.
Not knowing how they got there, he gave up and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes shut in dismay, the lump in his throat present and not going anywhere.
"I just thought that it was easier to hurt you," she confessed with tears in her eyes. "That way you could forget about me. You could be mad at me. Stay mad. I needed you to hate me."
"Hate you?" his voice softer than before, almost timid. He allowed her to brush away his tears. "Norma, I could never hate you. No matter how much and how often you hurt me."
Her eyebrows wrinkled in distress. "I thought it'd be better that way. I'm so sorry, honey. After you left... I just—I couldn't let you think that I've never loved you. I can't let you think I've been taking advantage of you all this time. Of your title. Of what you have to offer."
He continued to listen carefully to what she's saying. This is the Norma he loves. Not the one standing on her porch, bashing him and speaking nonsense, acting as if he means absolutely nothing to her.
She continued to dry his face with her slim fingers. Her eyes never leaving his own. Alex encircled her waist, pulling her to him. He wanted her close. His body yearned her warmth.
"You swept me off my feet, Romero," he knew she was trying to ease the mood. He allowed himself to smile a little. "You really think I can pretend to love someone so much, to enjoy someone's presence, to crave your body just because I need some type of leverage, a solid ground?"
Norma adored the way he was looking at her. This is her husband. Her sweet, charming husband. Not the solemn man that answered the door a couple of minutes ago.
And then he knew that he could not stay mad at his wife, that she had him wrapped around her finger, that those blue eyes own him. Her sweet smile. The way she stares at him as if she hasn't seen anything more beautiful.
He's not surprised at how brief his anger and indifference towards her lasted. He's killed for this woman. He's lied to protect her, to keep her guarded. He knew better than to let her words get to him. But he was human, after all, he had a heart of his own.
He could take shit from anyone else. His deputies. This town. His own father. But not Norma Bates. She could make his world crumble with a lift of her finger. But in reality, he liked it. He loved knowing that he would move mountains for this passionate, nutty woman. The love of his life.
"You know, I've always done this on my own. Taking care of Norman, I mean," she started, her hands now moving towards the back of his neck. "I've never had someone looking out for me. For us. I always thought that I could handle it on my own but..."
"You don't have to," he reassured her sweetly. "I just—I need to keep you safe. And him coming home this soon it's not what's best for him right now."
He tightened his grip around her hips, just in case his comment triggered the lion inside of her. But surprisingly, she stood still, looking back at him and nodding her head in agreement.
"I know," she whispered. "I know that he should be back in Pineview but... I don't know, I don't like admitting defeat. I don't like admitting that my son is broken."
She spoke with such gentleness that she resembled a frightened little girl. His need to protect her grew.
"We're all a little broken," he told her, and she looked back at him, granting him with a feeble smile."That's why we're so good for each other. We're experts on placing the broken pieces back together."
Her smile grew, almost reaching her ears. She loved it when he talked like this. Loved having his soft side and kind heart all to herself. She had discovered a side of him that would be almost impossible for other people to understand and believe.
"You're so good to me," she muttered, admiration present on her tone of voice. "No matter what I do... how much I hurt you... You've always been good to me."
"I would give you the moon if you ask me for it, Norma," he told her calmly as if it's a normal thing, a possible task. "I just want to make you happy. To give you my all, my entire being. To protect you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
Her eyes roamed around his face as if looking for imperfection but finding none. She loved this man with her life. Words cannot describe how much.
"I want what's best for you. For Norman. For our family."
Norma felt as if someone was squeezing her heart. A certain tightness in her chest she couldn't control nor describe. She's so ungrateful. So mindless. She didn't deserve this perfect and candid man.
"Don't cry..." he whispered kindly, one of his hands abandoning their marvelous spot at her thin waist and rapidly brushing away her tears. She held on tightly to his neck.
"I'm so sorry," she continued to chant as she sobbed in his arms. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh," he closed the distance between them, encircling her in his arms. Her arms tightened around him, and she found the spot on the crook of his neck, burying her face there.
She regretted more than anything telling him that she'd never loved him. Those words were so bitter. Too damn sour to even express. Because she's never loved someone this way. This much.
Pulling back suddenly, with fresh tears in her eyes, she pleads for forgiveness.
"Norma..."
"Please," begged, her voice quivering, her chin, too. "Would you forgive me? Can we forget everything that happened? Everything I said? Can we go back to our bubble?"
"Yes," he murmured, his hand caressing her wet cheek.
"You won't divorce me?" she asked hopefully.
He smiled. "I'm not that unhinged."
But Norma chuckled, perhaps a nervous laugh, or a relieved one. Either one, it eased his heart.
"And I'm most definitely not setting you free and letting you marry someone else."
She sighed, closing her eyes as she thinks back on how stupid and ignorant that comment was.
But Alex had to admit that, out of everything she had said, nothing had hurt him more than that statement right there.
"I'm sorry I said that, too," she lamented. Hating to have placed such an idea, a thought in his head. Her hands glide down to his exposed and naked chest. "I-I could never let someone that's not you touch me. Kiss me. Make love to me. "
Alex pressed his lips together, grinning proudly at her words. "Good to know."
Mirroring his perky smile, she pushed him lightly, keeping her hands on his chest. "I mean it!"
The grin still plastered on his face. "I know! I know you do."
"Although I must admit—"
"What?" he interrupted her. "You loved seeing me jealous, didn't you? Say it."
She laughed most delightfully. "It was quite sexy, to be honest."
He raised his eyebrows at her, smiling. "Oh, really?"
She bit her lip to stop smiling so much and simply nodded in agreement.
"Well, let's see. How do you like the thought of me, remarrying, finding a hot, sexy woman with green eyes, dark hair, one that loves cooking for me and makes love to me in the middle of th—"
Suddenly, her right hand gets ahold of his face, her fingers clutching his cheeks tightly, his chin confined in the palm of her hand.
"Shut up!" she demanded with a stupid smirk on her face. She would destroy any woman that comes close to him, that cooks for him. That touches him in places she's the only one allowed to touch and makes love to him in the middle of the night or morning for that matter.
She will not allow another woman to see him the way she already has. She'd be dammed if she allows any other intruder see and discover that good ol' smile of his. To learn that he's a softie at heart and a helpless romantic. He does not stand a chance.
"Over my dead body, you hear me!?" she shouted, an obvious hint of playfulness in her voice. He chuckled as he spots the jealousy in her eyes. "Besides! You're not into brunettes! Let alone into green eyes!"
"What do you know?" he mumbled lightly, her hand still holding his face. She squeezed his cheeks a little.
"Because I'm your wife and I know!" she laughed, the mere thought of him liking someone else's eyes more than her own was solely ridiculous.
"Blue eyes are overrated," he spoke as softly as he could, trying to get under her skin. He got the reaction he wanted.
Her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, yeah?" she looked away from him, pressing her lips together bitterly, not budging and continuing to hold onto his face.
He loved seeing her this way. Jealous. Exasperated. Aroused. More than anything, he loved that she knew how much he adored those blue eyes and that nothing and no one could change that fact.
But when she was about to let go of his face and step away from him, he reached for her, pulling her body to him.
"Come here," he demanded hotly, a victorious smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes when she spotted his smug grin and allowed him to pull her in.
A jealous Norma is one that he'll always cherish. The little frown on her face. The way she rolls her eyes and pretends not to care.
"You know I'm not into brunettes," he whispered as she faced him again, exclusively relaxing her hands on his now heated chest. She looked at him for a split second before looking away again.
He came close and gave opened mouth kisses to her chin, her cheek. He liked knowing that the thought of him with someone else bothered her, too.
"And I would never let anyone else cook for me," he told her. She looked back at him with big, expressive eyes.
"Promise?"
"I promise," he started a path of tinny, wet kisses down the side of her neck. "I promise," he grumbled again against her skin and continued kissing her sweet flesh.
Norma gracefully extended her neck, granting him more access. Her hand held the back of his head, and she bit her lip to stop a sweet moan from escaping her lips; her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
"No one else will touch you," he told her, nipping her neck right after. "No one else will make love to you."
She couldn't hold back anymore, and she sighed in pleasure, feeling the goosebumps on her skin rise after every kiss.
"You're mine," he kissed her shoulder blade. The words causing a known heat to run down her spine, settling between her legs. She moaned again.
"Only... mine...," he instructed, tenderly biting her flesh after every word. Her mind was running wild at this point.
"Just-just yours," her voice faltered a bit, letting Alex know the stage of her arousal.
Then he pulled back, meeting her eyes. A deep pool of dark blue spheres, waiting for him to claim her, to take her and make her his in every perspective of the word.
He fancied the sight of her so aroused, her skin burning hot in desire and he hadn't kissed her yet. No one could touch her. No one else would ever have her. That territorial and possessive side of him turned her on in an inexplicable way. Her breathing sharp and quick, as if she'd run a mile down the block.
But her eyes widened when he pulled away from her, breaking eye contact and heading toward the other side of the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying her best to catch her breath. He suddenly left her there, standing in the middle of the room with soaked panties and weak knees.
Alex didn't utter a word but walked straight to the coffee table. Norma knew what he was doing so she decided not to ask further questions. She saw as he reached for something, something specific that sat innocently on top of a closed book. Her heart fluttered happily at the view.
Walking back towards her, he managed to keep eye contact with his wife at all times. The shiny ring being held by his large fingers, making the ring look almost microscopic.
"I think this belongs to you, ma'am," he looked at the ring, temporarily breaking gaze with the love of his life. He got closer to her, reaching for her hand.
And he heard her gasp, a barely there breath, her hand experiencing a slight shudder. He placed the ring on her finger, right where it belongs.
"This is never to come off," he demanded with a firm yet tender voice. He finally looked at her, finding unshed tears in her eyes. "Understood?"
She gave him a shy smile, nodding in agreement. He was quick to wipe her tears with the pads on his calloused thumbs.
"Thank you," she expressed with much giddiness and serenity, feeling like she could breathe again after getting back her most precious and valuable jewelry.
He grasped both of her hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing her knuckles, her fingers and palms tenderly. She would have let the butterflies in her stomach take effect on her hadn't she spotted the bruises and dried blood on his knuckles.
"Alex!" she exalted with a horrifying expression. Her tone of voice filled with nothing but concern for her husband. "What happened?!"
She released her hands from his tight hold, grabbing his own and inspecting them cautiously. He tried to shrug it off as if it was nothing.
"I, uh... I lost track of time and—" he thought about telling her the real reason why his knuckles were destroyed. He could always say that it was her fault. That he beat the shit out of a punching bag because she had broken his heart.
But he decided against it, although to his surprise, she could also read through him. The look on her face made him realize that she knew the reason behind his cuts and swollen skin.
"I forgot to wear gloves," he said matter of factly, as if it was the entire truth. "You know, heat of the moment."
But she looked down at his hands again, worried about them getting infected and even more swollen. It reminded her of the time he got into it with some douchebag and she forced him to clean his cut. The first time she saw his smile. The exact day when she started falling for him.
"Have you cleaned these?" she worriedly questioned, the motherly side of her on full mode. "Where's your first aid kit?"
"Nonononono," he chanted, reaching out and grabbing her waist, keeping her restrained in his arms.
"Alex—"
"Baby, I'm fine," he interrupted, smiling at her small annoyed frown. "I just took a shower, okay? My cuts are clean."
"Let me look at them," she went to reach for them but he was stronger and much quicker.
"They don't even hurt," he promised, keeping his arms tight around her.
"I need to see your hands," she said again with a small grin. Although she knew he was trying to distract her, and she was trying hard not to fall for his charm, her body was responding differently as to what her mind was telling her to do.
He continued to sway them as if they were slow dancing, his hands keeping her arms restrained behind her back. His mouth hungry for her, desperate. His teeth clasped her neck again, and she whimpered in surprise.
"You want to know what I need?" he spoke sensually, licking her flesh.
"Mm?" she didn't trust herself to speak anymore. There's no way in hell that she's going to let him know that he had the upper hand... yet.
"I need you to kiss me..." he continued a path up her neck, nipping gently her jawline, his lips brushing the side of her mouth. "Right now."
But her plan of keeping it together crumbled and she was solely at his feet. She had lost all strength when his lips met hers that she was grateful the moment he hoisted her up. Her legs wrapping regularly around his waist.
And she laughed and he swallowed her contentment. For the mean time, she had forgotten his bruised hands as she focused her entire attention into devouring his mouth. His greedy hands squeezed her flesh and he hated that she had wore pants and not a skirt. Skirts are his favorite.
He walked them a couple of steps to the left, depositing her on top of the piano. Her mouth was relentless and she took no pity of him. Her lips hungry for his own. He reciprocated the kiss with the same ardor, his tongue brushing hers every now and then.
But she broke the kiss when she realized that he had settled her on top of his piano.
"Here?" she asked out of breath, looking down at the glossy instrument beneath her.
"Yes, here," he found her mouth again, assaulting it most deliciously. She moaned the moment she felt his hands trying to discard her of her clothes.
The blue coat melted off her shoulders as if it was nothing. She helped him in the process by unbuttoning her blouse as his fingers reached for the button and zipper of her pants.
"You decide to wear pants in the-the worst moments," he mumbled against his mouth and she smiled. He lifted her suddenly, shimmying the fabric down her hips and thighs, including her underwear, and then positioned her back down on the cold surface.
He stepped back abruptly, discarding the last of her pants, her shoes meeting the piece of fabric laying on the floor a few seconds later. Then he really looked at her. Her lips full and swollen, her pupils extremely dilated and her eyes a dark shake of blue. A dangerous shade. A passionate one.
Norma tilted forward, her hand finding his waist as she pulled him towards her, maintaining eye contact at all times. She bit her lip sensually and Alex had to hold back a groan. She looked so sexy. So pure.
His muscles tightened under her fingertips as she raked her hands up his torso. She focused on his exposed chest and he watched her as her divine eyes explored his hard-rock chest. She giggled lowly as she spotted goosebumps flaring lightly on his skin.
"You have no idea what you do to me," his tone husky and dangerous. Her hands wandered up his chest, stopping at his collarbone. Her eyes met his and she couldn't describe anything more real than his deep and always adoring stare.
Norma grasped his neck and pulled him in.
"Show me," she whispered hotly, biting gently his earlobe right after, pulling back and letting it go. He closed his eyes and grabbed her hips, squeezing hard. "Show me, Sheriff."
He bit her shoulder, her collarbone, neck and ear. Each action eliciting a different moan and reaction from her. As he did so, he took care of her opened blouse, discarding it easily and letting it fall right next to the blue coat on the hardwood floor.
This is what she wants. For him to take her right here, in the living room and not in an isolated bedroom. She acknowledged that it'd be their first time making love in his house. The thought causing a peculiar but tasty flicker down her spine.
And he kissed her as if there was no tomorrow. His devilish hands undoing her bra with ease. When he pulled back to take one last look at her before attacking her mouth again, he found her flushed and grinning wickedly at him.
He instantly smiled back, giving her a questionable look.
"What?" he questioned out of breath, his lips hungry for more. He reached for her mouth but she stopped him, staring right at him as she yanked the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
Her eyes darted down his chest, very slowly, almost too slow. He kept looking at her and tried his best to hide a smug grin when he saw her eyebrow arc in bewilderment. Then he saw her tongue slipping out to wet her lips. And then her teeth followed, keeping her bottom lip caught between them.
It was almost impossible to function at that point, and because of it, his voice sounded dry and frivolous. "You like what you see?"
She could only giggle coquettishly, waking a beast within him. Her blue eyes weren't so blue anymore, and he could see right through her.
Smirking grandly, she leaned forward a bit, biting his chin at the same time her soft hand enveloped his hard length with generosity and tenacity.
"Something like that," she states nonchalantly, her eyes relishing the way his eyebrows curled in satisfaction, a barely there gasp leaving his throat.
"Mm," he reached for her mouth, pulling back for a split second. He then pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as her frisky hand continued to pleasure him softly, as if scared to do anything less.
"Norma..." his voice low, throaty and far more weak than he had anticipated.
Although he had his eyes closed, she kept hers opened, watching his face contorting with want.
"Yes?" she smiled. She was such a tease. But he loved it.
He opened his mouth to speak but his words were cut off as her hand encircled the tip of his member, and then gliding her hand up and down his shaft.
"Tell me," she challenged, her voice needy and her face flushed. She caught his lip between her teeth and he let out a deep, exquisite moan.
She wanted him to tell her what he wants her to do to him but she couldn't allow him to speak just yet. It was always a delicacy. Watching him in complete lust, as she pleasured him to the point where he's not competent to speak.
His strong hands squeezed hard her thighs as he tried to gain the bit of composure he had left. Then his eyes met hers, his lids extremely heavy. He tried his best to keep his eyes opened as she continued to tease him the way he likes but also hates.
But her fingers spotted a small amount of liquid at the very tip and she took it upon herself to smear it down towards the rest of his length. And he couldn't take it anymore.
He spread her thighs open and pulled her to him. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly against her clit, causing her to buck against him, a light sigh leaving her lungs.
And then he couldn't stop teasing her bundle of nerves and she wouldn't dare stop her assault on him either. He found her mouth, kissing her desperately, as if he's never kissed her before and he's extremely thirsty and her lips are his only source of survival.
His finger drifted lower, finding her tremendously wet, and transmitted her wetness to her sensitive nub. She moaned, and squealed and panted to no avail. He didn't know how they were still capable of focusing on each other when something like this felt so good.
He thought about it, and then it happened. Her hand had stopped its assault and he was able to watch as she lost all focus, tilting her head back and enjoying herself. He didn't mind though, because he was granted with such an amazing view, an exquisite view and he didn't dare miss it for anything.
But he changed his rhythm and pinched ever so lightly her little nub. She let out a surprised yet antagonizing moan, arching her back and settling her hands beside her, support herself as he tickled her right where she yearned it most.
He took the opportunity to kiss, nib and lick her breasts, her breaths a lot more quicker and profound.
"Don'tstopdon'tstop—" she ranted lowly, Alex almost not capable of hearing her.
He sucked her nipple with no avail, his fingers taking no pity of her, moving with no mercy. She held his head with both hands, her fingers buried in his dark hair.
Alex knew she was close, her breathing and loud, tasty moans indicating that her orgasm was near. He couldn't miss her, he wouldn't dare, so he let go of her breast to focus on her glorious face. How flushed it was, her cheeks red in ecstasy. She opened her eyes, locating his brown orbs with difficulty.
"I'm-I'm..." her voice wasn't desperate, nor loud. He saw the moment her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her back arching once again, her head tilting back as she went under.
He reached for her with his other hand, holding her lower back, taking her all in. She stopped breathing, holding her breath as he felt her orgasm at the tip of his fingers. What a damn luxury.
Alex couldn't stop himself from smiling broadly as her body twitched under his touch. She tried to alert him, but he knew better than to continue his assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves. He stopped, pulling her to him, holding her frail body against his.
She smiled with her eyes still closed, knowing that he was watching her. It's always been this way. She's never found someone that enjoys watching her, feeling her twitch under their touch as she sets herself free, her body shaking in pure euphoria. But then again, she's never met someone so attentive and as observant as her husband.
"I want you to cum like that when I'm inside you," he suddenly whispered with nothing but ardor and desire. "Over and over again."
She bit her lip and tried to bite back a moan but she couldn't. Her body was on fire and hearing him like that always made her go even crazier. Her eyes shot open when she felt his hands grasping her hips, tugging her closer again.
He kissed her, but only momentarily, leaving her wanting more. But his hands were busy as he aligned his member in her wet and heated entrance. This time, she was the one reaching for his mouth, desperately wanting to kiss him. She grabbed his face, kissing roughly and he loved the desperation in her actions.
And just like that, he was inside of her. They both sighed at the astounding sensation, their eyes locked for a second as he stilled his movements, and then he entered her again, eliciting a louder moan now.
The action caused goosebumps to flare upon her skin, her breath hitching in her throat as he went deeper and deeper every time.
She closed her eyes and what a terrible mistake that was.
"Look at me," he demanded hotly, his face imminent to hers, his right hand holding her tightly onto the back of her neck. And she moaned. And moaned. As he pulled out and pushed back in tentatively slowly.
As he maintained eye contact, her pulled her to him, licking her lower lip and biting down, not too hard but enough to make her squeal. He slammed into her and she held onto him tight.
"Oh..." she wailed in delight, her eyes closing as she tried not to think about the fact that she was already close. Seeing him this way, doing it here, like this; it was almost impossible to hold back the needy pants and moans that escaped her.
He bit her again. And again. And again when she was able to let go from his predatory hold, he brought her back to him and continued his assault on her lips. He finally stopped when he saw her tilting her head back, her hands holding tightly to his torso.
And so he raised her leg, hooking it on his shoulder blade and she looked back at him in surprise. But her eyes widened and before she could say anything, she was moaning again. This new position got her good. So much deeper. The position provoking her eyebrows to furrow immediately in surprise. Her mouth in an 'O' shape.
"Oh, my—" she tried but completely failed as he slammed into her again. Much harder this time. "You're-you're so deep!"
"That's how I like it," he growled, his hips continuing their assault, making her shriek after every thrust. "So deep that it makes it difficult for you to breathe, to look at me, to scream my name."
That was it for her.
"Let go for me, baby," he whispered, knowing the effect his words would have on her. And her breath became more erratic, as if she couldn't breathe. But she held onto him tight as her orgasm took her away from him.
"Yes... Just like that..." he grinned as he felt her muscles clinging and closing around him in a delicious way. He wouldn't dare to stop. He pulled her closer and continued to slam into her, hitting a sweet spot inside of her.
"ALEX!" her scream long and shaky, her trembling leg wrapped higher around him as she came.
"Yes..." he murmured vigorously, closing his eyes to block out the perfect view he had in front of him. He couldn't let her take him with her. It's not what he has planned.
Now he's left with an out of breath goddess, that looked just like a rag doll, with no strength at all. He stilled his movements as he lowered her leg, unhooking it from his shoulder.
"That was amazing," he told her, connecting their lips.
She kissed him back weakly, still trying to come back to earth. He had taken her out of this world into an unknown territory. And she didn't have a chance to say much when she felt her inner muscles flutter again as he, slowly this time, moved inside of her.
"Baby..." she whined as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mm?" he nipped at her collar, his hands holding her to him, caressing her skin.
"You're mean," she confessed and he smiled upon her skin and she felt it, grinning too.
"Why? How am I being mean?" he rocked back and forth, his hips creating the perfect rhythm and friction.
There it was again, that sweet spot inside her being mistreated over and over again in the most perfect way. His thrusts were slower this time, which caused her to tremble under him in mere delight.
But she could only moan, not daring herself to respond. She could feel that tightness in the pit of her stomach, one that she enjoys far too much. Her hands drifted lower, squeezing his ass, urging him on.
"Oh! Yes... right there," she panted, her eyes closed in concentration.
He gave her a brief kiss. "Are you going to cum again?"
"If you keep doing that, then yes," she responded sensually, her tiny voice barely audible.
Her inner muscles are still so sensitive from her previous orgasm that it was almost impossible to hold back and wait for him.
"I-I wanna... I wanna wait for y-you," she managed to say.
"No," he growled.
"Baby... please," she begged.
"No."
Suddenly, he had her in his arms, her body not touching the piano anymore. His hips rocked in a frantic motion, in and out of her with superiority, bringing her close to the brink once again.
She held onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, her head pushed back. Here she comes again.
"My God!" she gasped in alarm, hating but loving the friction that was solely caused by her previous orgasm.
"Fuck!" he snarled as he felt her cum before he heard her. He almost came with her. But he didn't. And he wouldn't. Because he will continue to punish her in the most exquisite way.
And they're just getting started. They have all night long.