"Well?" He asked from the bathroom, poking his head out of the door, with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, toothpaste foam all over his face.
"I'm reading, I'm reading." She muttered, tutting at his impatience, frowning at the laptop screen. Her eyes darted back and forth as he disappeared, reappearing a few moments later, toothpaste free, sauntering back into the bedroom.
"According to google, I am now contraception-free." She announced, and he grinned at her, climbing onto the bed and crawling over to her slowly.
She frowned, ignoring his seduction as he ran his hand along her bare ankle, clambering over to her.
"It says chances of conception over 40 are less than 30%..." She read out unhappily, pouting at the screen, continuing to read, ignoring him still. His hand slid up her leg, sliding up her inner thigh, and she shifted her thighs open automatically, still barely even noticing him, frowning unhappily at the screen.
"And there's an increased risk of miscarriage and birth defects!" She read outloud, her tone growing panicked.
"Ok. Stop." He said firmly, slamming the lid of the laptop shut, and pushing it to one side, hooking his hands under her knees and dragging her down the bed.
She pouted miserably up at him as he laid himself down on top of her, stroking the hair away from her unhappy face.
"Norma." He said seriously, making her look at him. "Do you remember the lump on the back of my knee?"
She nodded at him, still frowning sadly.
"What did google tell you it was?"
A small smile pulled at her lips as she realised where he was going with this.
"A tumour." She said, in her innocent little voice, sliding her foot down the back of his leg, letting her hands stroke gently along his biceps where he was holding his weight off her.
"And what did it turn out to be?" He pecked her lips, both of them smiling now.
"A mosquito bite." She admitted, shivering as his hand trailed down the side of her face, sliding down her side and slipping under the t shirt she was wearing. It was one of his, and he smirked as he realised it. She knew how much he loved her wearing his clothes, and he leaned down to kiss her neck.
"There. No more google." He commanded.
"But-"
"No. More. Google." He punctuated each word with a soft kiss against the column of her throat, shuffling down her body to tug the oversized shirt to the side, kissing along her shoulder. Her hands slid up his chest, raking through his chest hair, before wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him up to kiss her, tasting the spearmint on his lips. Her tongue swept into his mouth as her thighs dropped open, making room for him to nestle snugly between them.
"Hey Norma?" He murmured against her lips, his hand sweeping across the smooth plain of her stomach, trying to imagine it rounder and firmer, trying to picture what she would look like pregnant with his child. The thought turned him on in a confusing way.
"Yeah?" She tilted her hips upwards, rubbing her body against his.
"You wanna make a baby?" He whispered, dropping his hand down to skim over the fabric of her underwear, enjoying the way she trembled at his light touches.
"Hm." She shrugged casually, her hands sliding down the back of his boxers, pushing them down a little. "I guess so."
She giggled as he suddenly tickled her sides, squirming underneath him and he took the opportunity to sit up suddenly, sitting back on his haunches and hooking his hands into her underwear, sliding them down her legs and tossing them behind him with a little flourish.
He moved like he was going to duck his head down, and she sat up suddenly, shaking her head at him, pulling his t shirt over her head and throwing it to the side. Her chest heaved as she panted.
"Mm mm." She shook her head, slapping his hand away as he started sliding his hand up her inner thigh.
"Enough foreplay." He laughed, shocked at her words. There had been almost literally no foreplay, but he wasn't going to argue, not when she had that determined look in her eye.
"I want you." She panted out, tugging at his boxers, fumbling to pull them down his legs and then clambering onto his lap. He had barely settled her weight, barely wrapped his arms around her, before she was sinking down, slowly sliding him into her wet heat, and he smirked against her cheek. Apparently he wasn't the only one weirdly turned on by the whole idea?
She began moving, his hands holding onto her hips, crushing his lips against hers and swallowing her soft panting moans as she bounced.
"Oh." She wrenched her lips away from his, holding onto his shoulders, leaning back to look at him. "I almost forgot-"
She sounded absurdly composed, only her slightly ragged breathing giving her away.
"We have to finish at the same time." She announced casually, and he spluttered out a little laugh, her movements slowing a little.
"What? Why?"
She shrugged, her eyes closing as she circled her hips in languid circles.
"I keep telling you, Alex - I'm not a doctor. But google said..."
He nodded suddenly. He wasn't going to argue with google on this. There was a pause, where he just watched her face as she rolled her hips steadily, her fingers digging in to his shoulders.
"Why? Are you close?" He muttered dubiously, feeling her muscles flutter around him at his question.
"No." She shot back, cutting down the slight hint of pride in his voice, gasping as he lunged forwards, sucking one taut nipple into his mouth.
"Well... kinda." She admitted, letting her head drop back, arching her back as her movements sped up a little.
He smirked at her, groaning as her pace increased, her motions growing rougher, more careless, his hand having to shoot out behind him to keep them both upright.
"Jesus." He murmured against the skin between her breasts. He would have suggested having a baby months ago if he'd known it would elicit this sort of reaction.
Her eyes shot open, finding him staring at her, taken aback for a moment at how impossibly blue they looked in this moment, and she smiled breathlessly at him.
"Our baby's gonna be so beautiful." He blurted out before he could stop himself, and her mouth dropped open, her eyes slamming shut again, her brow furrowing.
She managed to flutter her eyes open to look at him again, nodding wordlessly, clutching desperately at his back, and he suddenly tightened his grip around her, holding her against him as he laid her back, never disengaging their bodies from each other.
"What-" She panted out. "Alex, don't stop." She muttered, and he didn't, carrying on the furious pace she'd set before, snapping his hips back and forth, slamming into her. Her moans grew to a emphatic crescendo, before quietening for a moment, and he pushed himself up to gaze down at her face, contorted with concentration.
"Yeah?" He managed to choke out, and she nodded, her bottom lip trembling, her eyes remaining shut.
"Yes, yes..." She muttered, before she was raking her nails painfully down his back, a series of frantic, broken screams escaping her lips, and he obediently followed her into the abyss, letting the tightening of her body pull him over the edge with her.
He weakly let his hips shudder back and forth a few more times, spilling out into her, letting her limbs hold him close to pull him deep inside as he collapsed on top of her.
They stayed like that for a few moments, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms sliding weakly from his back to flop down on the pillow next to her, their panting beginning to slow into normal breathing.
"Do you think we did it?" She asked sweetly, and he laughed, pushing himself up on trembling arms to smile down at her.
"Oh yeah. 100%. That was the one." He grinned at her, and she nodded seriously.
"I think so too."
He pecked the tip of her nose, pushing himself up, slowly sliding out of her and rolling bonelessly to her side.
"Can you pass me a pillow?"
He rolled his eyes, reaching for a pillow. He already knew what she was going to do with it, and he chuckled as she slid it under her ass, letting the pillow tilt her hips up.
"You're ridiculous." He laughed, reaching to help her settle the pillow under her more comfortably.
"I'm just taking it seriously, Alex." She smiled at him, as he reached for the quilt, pulling it up and tucking it around her. "When have I ever half-assed something? I'm not about to start now."
He shook his head, chuckling as he settled down next to her, reaching across her to turn the light off. She had a point. When Norma Bates set her mind to something, she pretty much always got her way.
She reached for his hand in the darkness, wrapping it around her, his fingers splaying out across her stomach, nuzzling his head sleepily against her shoulder.
"Besides..." She broke off to yawn, resting her hand over his. "If we get a move on, we might have a baby by next Christmas."