A/N: This fanfic contains adult language and is therefore rated M (Sapphic Smut, you've been warned). Norma Bates x Reader. For those of you who've enjoyed the first 4 chapters, here's number 5. Feel free to R&R. (This chapter contains more emotional hurt/comfort & smut, you've been warned.)
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The next few days are a little awkward. The motel has been getting more guests due to spring holiday and with all rooms occupied and bookings coming in Norman has come down to help out.
While he deals with checking in guests and managing bookings you and Norma try and keep up with all the cleaning. You've caught Norma looking at you multiple times, thinking that you wouldn't notice. Smiling to yourself you decide tomorrow you will wear a cute vest top that reveals just bit more cleavage, so she has something "nice" to look at.
The next morning you enter the office, Norman is behind the desk and Norma is looking over his shoulder while he works on something.
"Morning!" you say while you hang your cardigan on the coat rack and turn around.
"Morning!" Norman replies, his eyes never leaving the screen, but Norma has her eyes fully fixated on you and the vest top you are wearing when you catch her biting her lip.
"So Norman hun, can you watch the office by yourself for a few hours? We need to go get some paint."
"Sure Mother, what's the paint for?"
"Oh you know, just want to brighten up the office a little, nothing big." she says grabbing her coat and handbag while her car keys dangle in the other.
Normans attention is back to the screen again when he answers "Okay, Bye."
"Coming?" she asks, smiling at you and adding a little wink.
As she drives off from the motel she places her hand on your thigh.
"I've missed you." she says and it's only a few minutes later when she pulls over the car abruptly.
"Norma, what -"
"Shhh." she shushes you as she turn her head to look at you, seeing tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"You ok-"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm fine." she cuts you off sharply before she grabs your face and places her lips on yours.
You can't help the moan instantly escaping your lips as you kiss her back feverishly. She's intoxicating, her hands are roaming over your body trying to get hold of a piece of bare skin. The fact that a few days have passed without either one of you touching the other is showing in the eagerness of her actions. Her kisses are hungry and frantic and her hands are everywhere. You gasp loudly when she quickly slides one hand into your jeans, pushing her fingers against the fabric of your soaking wet panties.
"Oh god you are wet.." she says before pushing the fabric aside letting her fingers slide across your wetness before stopping them right at your entrance. You suck in a breath, she pauses, looking at your face before you let out a whimper "Please Norma.." and with thats she pushes her fingers in. Throwing your head back at the sensation her lips are on your neck. The combination of her skilled fingers and the fact that she hasn't touched you in days are the reason you feel yourself getting close in no time. Her other hand finds its way under your shirt and into you bra, squeezing your breast and you moan. As soon as her thumb begins rubbing your clit it's over
"Oh! Fuck. Norma. I'm gonna-"
"Cum" she finishes your sentence and you let go.
Biting your lip hard to muffle your cries your entire body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm. She waits for your body to calm down before she slides het hand out of your panties. You are still trying to catch your breath while she brings her wet fingers to her mouth and begins to lick them clean. Watching her completely mesmerized, she catches your gaze and smiles before she leans over to kiss you, tasting yourself on her lips. She looks in the rearview mirror, brushes aside a strand of hair and starts the car again before she drives off.
It takes a little under an hour for Norma to decide on a color scheme for the office, going back and forth between the light yellow and the light green. Finally she decides on the warm white.
"Maybe we just keep it simple." she says, still looking at all the paint tubs on the shelf.
The drive home is quiet, not sure what to say, you end up just watching her drive.
"I can feel you looking at me." she says, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to look back at you.
"I, I don't want to go back to the motel just yet." you say and without warning Norma pulls over the car.
"What did you want to do then?" she asks, looking at you with her bright blue eyes before she leans in for a kiss but you pull back.
"No.. I want to look at you."
Norma looks slightly puzzled while you shift in your seat, moving closer as you place a hand on her thigh and slowly move it up her skirt. She swallows hard before she lets out a small sigh. You cup her heat, feeling her wetness while your hand slowly brushes up and down her panties. She closes her eyes "Oh god.." she whispers ever so softly but enough for you to hear.
"Keep looking at me."
Opening her eyes she doesn't take them of you as you let your hand slide into her panties and you start rubbing her clit.
"Yes.." she whimpers, softly biting her lip.
The urge to kiss her is so strong but you want to look at her, you want to see how much she enjoys it. You keep playing with her clit, rubbing it up and down, slow and then fast before you switch to hard circles. She doesn't close her eyes, not once. When you see them widen and she opens her mouth to let out a hard long moan you see her body tense and feel her orgasm crashing over her. Feeling her warm juices run over your fingers you keep them there for a second longer before you slowly remove them.
"We can go back now." you say while sticking your fingers into your mouth, you will never not love how amazing she tastes.
She says nothing, just clears her throat and gets back on the road.
The rest of the drive is quiet like it was before, except this time you are not looking at her anymore. You stare out of the window, trying not to listen to how your heart is telling you this will never be enough. As much as you want to be "cool" and "casual" about it, you know deep down you can't. This is the second time you tried to take some form of control but it leaves you feeling worse. You are lying to yourself and toying with your own feelings, this isn't what you want things to be like. This will never be enough or something you can keep doing without ending up hurting yourself, you love her.
The lump in your throat is back, you feel tears start to well up behind you eyes and you have to act fast before you break.
"Could you please take me home?"
"Why? What's wrong?" she asks, her voice worried.
It takes all your strength to stop your voice from breaking but you manage
"I'm not feeling well, could you just take me home."
"Okay hun, if you want me to, I'll take you."
"Thanks."
You can feel her looking over at you several times but you keep looking out of the window when she finally pulls up in front of your house.
"Do you want me to-"
"No. I'm just, I'm sorry." with that you get out of the car quickly and walk up to your house, never turning around to look at her as you enter your front door.
Slamming it shut you lean against the wall and wait until you hear her car drive off before you allow yourself to break. Sliding down against the wall you sob uncontrollably, feeling pain in every part of your body. You sit on the floor of your hallway for as long as it takes for your tears to run dry. Still not having regained normal breathing you grab your phone and quickly send a text message to Norman:
"Hey Norman, could you please let your mom know I'm sick and won't be able to come into work for the rest of the week. Thanks." pressing send you feel new tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
A few days pass by, Norman replied that same day that he had let her know and to get well soon. You can't help but check your phone every few minutes, hoping Norma will try to message you but still nothing. Turning off the kitchen light you head upstairs for bed when you hear a car pull up on your drive, followed by a car door being slammed shut.
Three loud bangs on the door make you jump and your heart is pounding in your chest when you make your way down the stairs again. Carefully opening the door you find Norma standing outside, her eyes watery and red and it looks like she's been crying.
"Can I come in?" she asks in a harsh tone.
You nod, opening the door a little wider before she brushes past you, storming in she start pacing up and down.
"Norma can I get you any-"
"Why did you stop coming to work?" she says cutting you off, stopping in her tracks giving you an irritated look.
"I'm sick."
"That's bullshit!" she spits back, her voice filled with anger.
The last thing you ever wanted to do was make her mad so you try to stay calm when you start
"Norma, I-"
She cuts you off again "Look, I love what we have okay. But I'm not ready to be in a relationship. I have the motel, I have Norman, I can't handle anything else right now. But I want you to come back. Please?"
You feel your eyes start sting with tears but you try to hold them back, looking away. She lets out a frustrated sigh and you hear her start to walk away the front door .
"Okay, well I hope you will quickly recover from what ever sickness you have." she says in a sarcastic tone.
You feel your anger rise to the surface faster than ever.
"OKAY?!" you shout "Norma, I don't know how to be okay! and I really wish I did because I am done waking up every day feeling like this!"
The tears you so desperately tried to keep in are now running down your face, you've lost control over you emotions and you just can't hold back anymore.
"Like what?!" Norma spits back, tears now rolling down her cheeks as well.
"In love with you!"
The that silence that follows completely fills the room, the words still echoing around your brain. You did it, you finally told her how you truly feel. You told Norma you love her. It didn't come out the way you planned, if yo even planned, but it's out there now.
She leaps forward, her expression blank when she cups your face and pulls you close. The way her lips touch yours so softly make your legs want to buckle.
"Take me to your bedroom.." she whispers on your lips.
Every part of your body feels like its on fire from the moment her lips touch yours and as much as your body might want this you know it's not right. You've spend the past four days feeling broken, telling yourself that this is exactly what makes it hurt every time you give in. You lied to yourself, thinking that if you'd take control a bit more it wouldn't hurt as bad, but ended up hurting even more.
As much as you hate yourself for doing this, you pull back from the kiss.
"I.. I can't do this anymore." you whisper.
Her expression is still blank when she shrugs her shoulders.
"Okay."
You pause for a second, the anger in your chest rising again.
"OKAY?! How can you just say okay?! Don't you see how this is breaking me? I want you! I want this! But if you don't feel the same way. If you don't love me.. I can't!"
You collapse onto the floor, crying, shaking, and you feel a wave of panic wash over you as you can't seem to breath properly. She drops to her knees immediately and pulls you into her arms holding you tight.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. Please breathe okay. Breathe." her voice filled with desperation and hurt.
You know she's hurting too, you know part of her cares, but your pain feels bigger. As she rocks you back and forth in her arms, she keeps whispering calming words until your breathing slowly returns to normal. Not fully aware of how much time has passed you slowly slip out of her comforting embrace. Looking at her you see she has been crying while she held you. Her eyes are red and puffy and her lips are swollen. When your eyes meet there's equal pain, there is similar hurt.
"Please love me…" your voice coarse and broken.
"I do." she replies, it's merely a whisper.
You reach out and brush your thumb past her cheek, wiping away the tear that just rolled down before you lean in and kiss her ever so softly. Your lips linger on hers before you carefully deepen it and she kisses you back.
TBC
