Author's Note.
Without giving anything away, I would just like to remind all readers that there will be M rated content in this piece and most certainly in this chapter. So if you're not cool with that then,perhaps you should click away. But if you're itching for some Normero then stick around. You might read something you like.
Also, don't worry too much about whether they're being out of character. Answers will come in later chapters.
It's a rainy night and Norma finds herself in one of the empty cabins in the motel. Standing in front of a large bathroom mirror, not a trace of make-up, Norma looks long and hard at herself. The stark white tiles of the bathroom doesn't spare any mercy in reflecting the life she's lived, on her face. She's getting on in years. She knows it. She feels it. Every time she looks at Norman a part of her sees her mortality.
In that moment - briefly - she panics. She feels the time slipping away from her. Like she's just realised that her hands are full with the sands of time and the more she tries to keep the sand from spilling the more it slips away.
God, when is it going to be over? She was supposed to have a life. To go out into the world chasing her dreams, becoming all the things she wanted to be, learning all the lessons she wanted to learn. Now she's still learning lessons, just not the kind she intended.
Dylan had happened at a strange time in her life. It was one of the most cruel things she ever had to deal with. She still had a measure of innocence. She truly believed in the sky being the limit for her. Even at that age, she knew she deserved better and she set her mind on getting just that. However, it didn't take long for that to be taken away from her too. At just the moment when she thought she was free - of him - when it was only her and her idealistic journey through life, she got the news. She's pregnant.
Norma blinks at herself in realisation.
In that moment she's gone back. She feels the same sort of desperation, of helplessness and most clearly - exhaustion.
In essence, Norma was simply tired, in every possible way. The charge of raising a child that she had been dealt with early on forced her to grow up. Forced responsibility is never easy and always seems unjust unto whomever it falls. But Norma wasn't the sort of person to give up. She never abandoned the idealistic life she wanted as a teenager. She simply pushed it further down the long schedule of her life.
Always, the thought of one day achieving and now earning that life was the strongest motivator for Norma To keep on fighting. Keep pushing. She deserves a happy life. But it never seems to end.
These thoughts never bodes well for her. It'll only be a matter of time before the weight of her life drops back on her shoulders. And yet-these thoughts are never really far from her mind.
Shaking her head, she slides the shower curtain open and turns on the shower, letting the hot water pour out. Turning back she gathers her hair up into a half way bun and sheds the bathrobe she was wearing.
For a minute she simply stands there, letting the hot water run over her,soaking every inch of her, enveloping her in warmth.
The rain is still pounding away.
The door to the bathroom slowly opens. A tall,dark silhouette is standing in the door frame. Norma, busy lathering herself,is utterly oblivious to this.
The figure moves closer to the bathtub and with one swift move, rips the shower curtain open.
Norma screams. The steam in the shower,making it difficult for her to see who it is,she immediately puts her hands up, trying to cover herself.
Suddenly, two large hands reach out and shakes her by the shoulders.
"Norma! Norma, relax. It's just me. Hey!"
She stops screaming to open her eyes. The concerned and slightly amused face of Alex comes into focus. She drops her arms and bursts into laughter. Punching him lightly on the arm, she says,"You could have called."
"'I wanted to surprise you," he replied.
"No. Next time, call. You scared me half to death. What are you doing here?" She's toying with him.
"I wanted to see you." He bit his lip as his gaze intensified.
"And did you get a good look?" She raised one foot and slowly rubs behind the other one. The picture of coyness.
"Come on, Norma. Aren't you a little past the age of playing games?" he says, half smirking.
Her mouth drops open in mock shock,"What age is that?" He doesn't respond but grins cheekily and takes in the sight of her body.
"Oh is that how it is? No games." She reaches out, grabbing him by the shirt and pulls him into a kiss.
Bracing himself, he kicks off his shoes and steps right into the tub, clothes and everything. Pushing her up against the wall, he deepens the kiss. With the heat of the water and the cool tile against her back, Norma moans audibly, relishing the sensation. Alex hands wanders all over her body, one coming to rest on her butt while the other slightly lifts one of her legs, pulling her closer to him.
She breaks the kiss and furiously starts trying to take off his soaked shirt. He pushes her hands away and pulls her back in for another kiss. He only breaks the kiss to finish pulling off his wet shirt. Throwing it aside he takes her in his arms and lightly kisses her.
He looks at her, a slight smile playing about his lips.
"No, wait take this off." He reaches up and pulls down her halfway bun."There, it looks better down."
He guides her back against the wall and continues massaging her tongue with his own. His kisses are slower and deeper, now. One hand comes up to circle her breast, slightly squeezing her nipple. He bends down to flick his tongue over it, teasing it to attention while massaging the other one. He's taking his time. Bringing both of them together, he sucks on those two hard nipples.
He traces a line from her breast down to her bellybutton - lingering - then he moves on, stopping at the curve of her leg.
He stops to look back at her, closely taking note of her reaction to his touch. Her eyes are closed. As he leans in to kiss her his hand moves down,searching. Her eyebrows go up in surprise and she tries to catch a breath but he pulls her back in.
And at the second his finger found her button, she lets out a long sigh of release.
Norma shoots up, gasping for air. For a second she is completely disoriented and looks around forcing herself to remember where she is.
It's dark. Glancing at the clock she sees it's 2:30 in the morning. Such a vivid dream. She could almost feel his...ugh! She scoffs, amazed at herself.
She turns around and stretches for the glass of water beside her bed. Taking a sip, she's still trying to wrap her head around that dream
"Romero?" She says his name out loud, almost in disbelief. "Alex."