With Me Tonight

I woke up to the bright, warm sun shining in my face from my window and the noise of my stomach rumbling.

I didn't want to move though, I was so warm and surrounded by my soft comforter that was warming my naked body. I big smile spread across my face when I remembered last night, how terrific it was, and sighed when I found I wasn't just cuddled up to my blankets. My head was rested on Norman's chest, arm draped around his waist while his arms were wrapped around me, holding me close to him, and our legs dangled together.

Okay, there is no way I'm moving.

I sighed contently and snuggled into his side more, breathing in his sent, feeling his warmth, and hearing his heart beat until I fell back into sleep.

This time I woke up to shivers being sent down my spine by someone trailing their hand up and down my back. I buried my head into Norman more, a smile still on my lips as I groaned from not wanting to be awake. I was still tired. "Babe, it's already two o'clock," he chuckled and that caused me to laugh as well. We had slept all day. I guess it made sense because we were up pretty late. Doing what, you may ask?

Doing Norman.

Neither of us could get enough and we craved each other to no end. So we relished in our cravings. We relished in them on the bed, to the floor, then back to the bed, and then we repeated that over again until we were too exhausted to continue and just laid together, talking, about nothing and everything. It was a perfect night.

"How does a gourmet meal of Lucky Charms sound?" He asked, sensing that I was not a morning person. Or in this case an afternoon person..

"Perfect," I mumbled into his chest. He chuckled and then kissed the top of my head before sliding out from under me, making me feel cold from the loss of him. I did end up peaking my eyes open a little bit to see his nice, toned ass in my view, making me bite my lip as I watched him slide on a pair of his flannel pj pants that he had brought over here. I watched as he walked out and when he was out of my view I sighed and snuggled closer to the warm blankets, already feeling the soreness between my legs. It was so worth it, though.

It was only a little bit later until I heard his feet pattering back into the room, so I peaked out from my burrito of blankets. "Breakfast is served," he put the bowls down on my bedside table, smiling when he saw my mini Norman Lego figure.

"Mm, thank you, but what are you going to have?" I joked as I spotted the two big bowls of my favorite cereal.

"I can think of something," he said with a raspy voice and looked down at me with hard eyes, making me bite my lip and swallow. Fuck, this man was never not turning me on. He then chuckled at my reaction and grabbed one of the bowls, sitting down next to me with it. I sat up, the blankets staying tucked under my arms and grabbed my bowl, starting to eat it right away, saving the marshmallows for last as usual.

I really shouldn't be allowed to eat in bed because I can be a sloppy eater, and I only proved that when some milk drizzled down onto my chest. Norman was watching me and I heard him chuckle. "C'mere," he signaled me over. I kicked off the blankets from me and went over to straddle him, still holding my bowl, but the only thing between my naked body and him was the blanket over his lower half. He swallowed a lump in his throat, probably not expecting me to do that.
Hell, I didn't even expect me to do that. I had never been so confident with my body, but I knew I drove Norman crazy, so why not?

But, Norman also knows he drives me crazy and he tends to enjoy the effect he has on me. So, I wasn't surprised when he leaned forward, connecting his open mouth to the base of my neck. It wasn't until his tongue started to move around, finding the spilled milk, that I let out a whimper and closed my eyes. I loved his tongue, it made my skin shiver and tingle where ever it landed.

Every little noise and moan I made when I squirmed because of his tongue or one of his hands on me, I felt his bulge grow. His mouth broke away from my skin and I could sense him moving his head to look up at me. I let my eyes flutter open and when I met his bright blue eyes closely for the first time this morning, everything Norman was running through my veins. He went up to kiss me, and I acted like I was going down to do the same, but quickly brought another spoonful of cereal up to my mouth, laughing while I did.

Norman couldn't help but laugh at me as well, but he set his bowl over on the bedside table so he could put his hands on my waist and got a dark, lusty look in his eyes. "You're such a tease," he growled, his voice rough and raspy.

"What? I really have no idea what your talking about," I smiled at him and then swung my legs off of him, stepping onto the floor and setting my now empty bowl next to his. "I'm gona shower," I could see he was trying to hide the disappointment on his face and then adjusted his bulge, which made me chuckle as I walked to the door way, turning around before I exited. "You comin?"

His face lit up and that same lust came back over his eyes before he hopped quickly out of the bed and came over. He caught up to me in no time and I let out a squeal/giggle when he picked me up from behind and carried me into the bathroom, setting me down and then spinning me so I was facing him. In an instant he cupped my face and brought his lips down to mine in a hungry and passionate kiss while backing me up into the shower.

I remembered that he had his pj pants on, so I moved my hands and started to slide them down, letting my hands run over his nice ass. I gave it a quick squeeze and giggled into the kiss before he kicked his pj pants out of the shower and shut the glass door, keeping us inside. His lips and mine were enveloping each other as much as we could, but then when he slipped his tongue in, our lips were barely touching in the mess that was our tongues fighting and massaging each other.

It was if he had injected me with that same shot of himself, making my body tingle and burn for him. But, when he turned the shower head on, making freezing cold water shoot out, my whole body started to shiver. The water was set to warm, but while it heated up, Norman put his arm around my waist and brought me as close to him as possible. "S'fucking cold," I shivered into the kiss. Norman let out a laugh and pressed his body flush against mine, running his hands up and down my sides.

I had never once been so confident with my body, let alone with myself at all, but lately, with Norman, I felt great. Our heated kiss breaks and our eyes connect, watching the other start to get soaked by the downpour of water. I know that everything I am feeling is swimming through my eyes when they meet his, and from what I can tell, they cut through him. And he is oh so beautiful. The way his hair grows darker and longer with each drop that falls on his head. Or how his baby blues glow under his damp eye lashes. And how his soft pink lips are parted slightly, twitching at the drop of water running down the side next to them.

By now the water is getting hotter and hotter, along with the atmosphere around us when our hips press together, his hardness rubbing against me. The only thing cool between us is the slick wetness at my core. And when his lips lightly ghost over mine while he smoothly guides himself into me, I feel all those giddy nerves and tingles again. All those effects he has on me, even if I have kissed him a thousand times by now, or felt his touch a million.

I was having a harder time adjusting to him, the soreness still very prominent from last night, so I gasped his name, a soft whimper escaping from my lips. "Shh," he breathed, bringing his head down and leaving soft kisses and hungry bites on the soft spot of my neck. I let my nails dig into his skin as I held on tightly to him, one hand on his hip and the other on the large muscles of his upper arm.

He was being patient, not wanting to hurt me, but soon I was craving him completely, desperate for more. I started to squirm, my hips moving to feel him better, making him chuckle lightly against my neck and then bring his lips back up to mine. I swear no one has kissed me like he has before.

We both are smiling into the kiss, our teeth clanking and our hips rolling together. We are both happy.

We're also both craving each other, so a growl escaped deep from his throat as he started to move, thrusting in and out of me. Moans were already erupting from my throat, being caught in Norman's mouth as our kiss still was heavy. He brought one of his hands down and clasped it around my thigh, lifting it up for a better angle, making us both groan.

He fit inside me all the way, hitting my sweet spot every time he moved, and creating that familiar fire to ignite inside my core. Everything was a blur of steam from the shower, hot kisses, bites, lingering touches, and soon enough both my legs were wrapped around his waist, my back pressed up against the showers wall.

His hands slid down around to my ass, slamming me down onto him as he moved his hips up. I scream, and he does this again and again, until I'm gasping his name, the breath being knocked out of me each time. A mixture of "Norman!" "Norm!" "Fuck!" "Baby!" spill out of my mouth as I grow closer, nearly choking on my own moans. I never knew myself to be such a loud person when it came to sex, but I guess I've also never had sex like I have with Norman.

"Yeah babe," Norman encourages me, obviously loving everything. His voice is like the most intoxicating noise I will ever hear. And only drives me even more wilder.

Sharp electricity is being sent like flames through me, gathering at my core, making my moans get caught in my chest. The only sound now being our damp skin hitting the other, panting breaths, and the steady stream of the water. Norman speeds up, his grip on me tightening, and his mouth parted open. "You feel so good, babe."

He knows what he does to me and starts to pump harder and in no time I'm shoved over the edge, soaring like I'm an eagle flying through paradise. My body shakes and the orgasm starts tearing through my body, putting my mind in the place that seems so far away from the real world. Where I can only focus on Norman, and my sense are heightened, feeling every touch of his fingers on me, the sound of his panting or the water dripping on us, and his soft lips caressing my own, but his teeth biting.

An animalistic growl comes from deep inside Norman's chest when he feels me tighten around him and then he meets his own release, filling me up.

We both are now panting, arms lightly hanging on to each other while he rests his head in the crook of my neck. A smile spreads across my face and I let my hands trace around his back lightly, breathing in the moment. "Shit.." he breaths, making me giggle lightly, knowing exactly how he feels.

Norman leans back up and kisses me again deeply. It was only for a moment, but it was thriving with passion. "I guess now we have to shower, huh?" He raised an eye brow at me after a moment of us being lost in each others eyes.

I laughed and nodded, both of us moving so one was now standing under the water, that being him. He moved to grab the bar of soap nearby and stepped towards me. He let his free hand lightly brush across my cheek, going back to my hair and pushing some out of my face before he started to wash my body. He let the soap slowly cascade around my skin, being gentle. And I love how comfortable it was right now, how easily we could just do things together. How easily we could just be together.

Even though it wasn't his hands on me, my body was still tingling. That is until he moved me so I was standing under the stream of water, being drenched. I let all the soap wash off and then smiled as I grabbed the soap from his hand. My turn.

His body was amazing. And it was mine. So I took my time letting the soap dance across him, slowly trailing over his collar bone, or across his shoulders and down his arms. I even slowly traced along the tattoos on his back and the underside of his arm. But, I stopped when I got to the tattoo over his left nipple. I had noticed it before, but now I was growing a little curious of why he had his own name tattooed there.

"It's my dads name," he noticed I slowed and I looked up at him, searching his eyes. "He died when I was younger."

I didn't know what to say, even though a thousand things were on my mind. We really never talked much about out families or childhoods, but I know how terrible it can be to lose a loved one, and my heart reached out to Norman. I still have both my parents here, and I wished Norman did too.

I looked back down to the tattoo on his chest and kissed it lightly before looking into his eyes and leaning up, letting our lips connect in a soft kiss. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he smiled down at me and I couldn't help but return it.

I then stepped back so he could join me under the stream of water, and even though I didn't have to, I let my hands help wash off the soap all over him. "What about your Ma?" I asked. I hope I wasn't going to push anything uncomfortable with him, but I did want to know more about him. He chuckled and I looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothin, your accents just cute, that's all," he smirked and I rolled my eyes. There were a few words that I could never make stick when using my American accent, Ma and Da being two of them. "But, yeah my Ma," he imitated me. "She's awesome, lives down in LA."

"That's in California, right?" I asked. I really have never been anywhere besides here when I lived in Scotland, so I was a little vague on some of the places.
Norman rubbed his chin, smiling at me, "Yeah, I'll take it you've never been."

"Nope," I smiled and then we both finished our shower, turning the water off and stepping out after. I grabbed a towel and threw him one, wrapping it around my body. He followed me into my room, chuckling at the sight of the mess I made yesterday while trying to get ready.

I went over to my dresser, pulling out some clothes to wear, a smile still on my face. Everything I did with Norman felt right, and I've never been so comfortable or happy in a long time. This could really work. I mean, I have no idea where I'm going with my life, now that I have my store all steady along with my life here, but I can say that I really hope Norman will be in it. Sean and Mingus, too.

I've never thought about getting married or having a family, especially after losing Cam and what happened with Eric, and still thinking about that now makes me a little nervous and not ready. But, I don't have to think about that now. I can just go where ever my life now takes me.

I smiled to myself and pulled out the drawer to my dresser, but felt my face completely fall and stomach knot up when I saw the box of condoms I kept in here. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. How could we be so stupid? How could I be so stupid? !

I felt my breathing start to become rapid and I turned around, facing Norman who was halfway dressed. "N-Norman," my voice sounded completely off, nearly cracked, and Norman noticed that immediately. He faced furrowed with worry and confusion and he came over. "Whats wrong babe?"

"We-uh... We forgot to use protection."

It clicked in Norman's head and I could see the scary realization cross his face. "What the fuck do you mean we didn't use protection?!" He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. I knew that he knew what I meant, but just wasn't accepting it. Hell, I didn't want to accept this. I mean, how many times did we do it last night? and then again today?

Fuck, this can't be happening. I'm not ready for a baby. I'm fucking terrified!

Norman spotted the box of condoms in my drawer and grabbed them, staring at them with angry eyes before throwing them back in, making me jump slightly. He was mad. He was upset. With me? I didn't want to make him angry. Well, this isn't entirely my fault either, but I was too freaked out to even say anything. He started to pace a little, still seeming upset, which only made me even more upset.

I was so bugged out by this that tears even started welling in my eyes. I can't have a baby. And what if I am pregnant? I can't have an abortion! I can't do that to a baby! So I would have to keep it. Would I be a good mom? Would Norman leave? Would he hate me? Fuck I can't do this.

I felt my hands start to shake so I quickly moved them to clutch on to my towel. I could physically feel one of my freak out anxiety attacks starting to come on and I couldn't stop the sharp intake of breaths that I took, catching Norman's attention. His head snapped over to me and his face softened, seeing the tears streaking down my face and my whole shaken up appearance. "Belle?" He came over and put his hand on my cheek, trying to calm me down, but I was already freaking out. My chest heaved and I gasped, starting to hyperventilate through my flowing tears. My knees were getting ready to collapse, but Norman caught me and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms tight around me. "Belle, breathe. It's okay. It's okay."

I let more sobs come out, "No-I-I-can't-I," I couldn't get any words out.

"Shh, babe. Breathe. I'm here, it's okay," he rubbed my back.

His words alone were calming me down, his prescience always doing that. Just being in his arms was comfort enough so I started to follow his directions, breathing in shaky breaths while I settled down. "I-I can't have a b-baby, Norman... I'm not ready for a baby."

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so I would look at him. "We're gona go to the pharmacy and get you a test, okay?"

I nodded. "Every things going to be fine, babe," he wiped the tears away under my eyes and brushed some hair out of my face. I took in a few more breaths, meeting his eyes that held honesty and comfort.

I nodded slightly and then moved back to my dresser, silently getting dressed. In fact, silence was the only thing between us as we got all our stuff and left the apartment building. There wasn't a pharmacy close enough near by to walk to, so Norman flagged down a cab for us.

I got in, moving all the way to the opposite side where Norman was sitting so I could rest my head on the cold window. I knew there was a ton on his mind. I knew he was just silently freaking out. He was an actor, his career was to travel around the world to act and make art.. He already has to find a way to fit his career in with his life with Mingus, but how would he do it with another baby? A completely different girl than his ex-wife, too. A whole 'nother thing to juggle. I know he's not the guy to just bail or leave me like that, but I can't ruin his life. I can't turn our relationship into shit when it is just getting good. But, does he really not want this baby that much with me? Is the idea so bad?

Sure, I love kids, but I can't handle having one of my own, especially right now. I can't flip my life around like that. How will I do that with my career as well? I barely have enough financial support and struggle with taking care of myself alone! This is just a whole new problem that comes along with getting attached. A whole new thing to be afraid of. If I am pregnant I'll love this baby to no end, but it will still bring pain.

I wish my brother was here so he could help me through this. He would probably be happy, he would be overjoyed and I could just picture him grabbing me in one of his bear hugs and spinning me around in circles. He would help me so much and be so excited that I would start to get excited. But, he's not here, or Gus right now.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a hand was placed on my arm, making me jump. I hadn't even noticed how far away from Norman I was until I saw how far he had to reach across the back seat to put his hand on me. I looked up at him, and for the second time today everything that I am feeling is swimming through my eyes, making it crystal clear for Norman to see. "Babe.. Don't pull away," his voice was quiet and he was trying so hard to give me his best reassuring smile, no matter how small it was. He scooted over to me slowly, trying to see if I would react, but I didn't. "There's a chance you might not even be pregnant," he tried to give me some sort of relaxation of this and I nodded, but then remembered a thought that was running through my head.

"Is really so bad?" I asked, my voice just barely above a whisper. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Is the idea of having a baby with me really so bad?" I had to spit it out fast, not wanting my voice to crack from the threat of tears coming. Norman's face softened, "No. Fuck, babe, of course not," he grabbed my hand, tracing circles on my wrist. "It's just, I'm not prepared for this either. I'm too old to have another kid, look, I'm graying," he pointed to the scruff on his chin that had a few strands of gray, lightening the mood a little. "But, if you are pregnant, I will love the baby with everything in me, just like I love Mingus."

His eyes were bright as I searched them, the atmosphere silent for a moment. "I don't think you're that old.." I gave him a small smile and he chuckled, almost in relief. "C'mere," he signaled and pulled me into his arms, tucked into his side. "Why don't you tell me about your family?" He looked down at me, trying to get a new topic up to ease my worrying. "Your [i[Ma," he teased, making me smile.
"Uh, well, she lives at home in Scotland with the rest of my family."
"You have a big family?"

"Mhm, but most of them moved out a few years ago, so now the only ones at home are my parents and then Sofie and Boom. They really are my niece and nephew, but we act more like siblings."
He nodded, "how old are they?"

"Boom is 3 and Sofie is turning 7," I smiled. I loved my two little rugrats. Of course I love everyone else, but they are a little hard to keep track of. Having a ton of cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and even multiple "long lost siblings", as I like to call them because I haven't seen them since I was young, plus, their families.
Norman asked me a few more questions, doing a good job to keep both of our minds off things and seeming genuinely interested, until we pulled up to to the pharmacy. My stomach was in knots again and the only thing keeping me from freaking out was Norman's hand that was on my knee. We got out of the cab and I noticed his own shaky hand, so I stopped before we walked in the door, making him raise an eyebrow at me.

I had my bag with me, so I opened it up and dug inside, knowing I had an old box of cigarettes in here and a lighter. Finding them, I pulled them out and handed them to him. "Stay here. Smoke. You need to relax, too."

He was a little hesitant, but eventually he thankfully took them from me. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine quickly, leaving me with a tingling feeling of passion and a craving for a smoke as I went inside.

I nervously made my way over to the feminine aisle, and when I got to the shelves that held the pregnancy tests, I cursed aloud. There are so many different kinds, all promising to be better than the other! I groaned and just grabbed a random three. I had never taken a pregnancy test before, but I know they pretty much all do the same, basic thing, right? And three to be sure.

There wasn't a line at the check out so with shaky hands I bought them, ignoring the looks the lady who worked here was giving me. I probably looked like shit, and definitely beyond freaked out. "Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, trying not to sound as bad as I looked. I'm sure as hell not waiting that whole cab ride back with out knowing.

The lady pointed me to the direction of the bathrooms and without another word I stumbled over there, locking the door behind me. I never knew my hands could fucking shake so much until now. Or that my stomach could flip this many times, making me want to puke from the nerves. And shit, my head is even throbbing.

This was making it a little difficult to open the little boxes, but I eventually got all three open and read the directions for all of them. All I had to do was pee on it and then see if a plus or a minus came up.. Shouldn't be to hard, right?
The peeing part was easy. I got all three done and laid them on the counter, but the part after that was brutal. I had to wait multiple fucking minutes, nearly ready to have another freak out. I checked the clock on my phone every two seconds, waiting for the time to be up, but it seemed to drag on forever. And I really wish I had just dragged Norman in here with me because right now I need him here.

It wasn't until I tasted blood from chewing on my lip so hard that I looked at my clock and saw the time was up. I hadn't realized I had sunk onto the ground until now, so I stood up, brushed off and made my way over to the counter. I was sweating and shaking like no other and swear I was about to scream or cry, but when I saw the results I had never moved so fast in my life.

I threw everything in the trash, grabbed my bag, and sprinted out of there like I was in a race, Norman being my finish line. And when I busted out the door, making him jump in shock, I ran over to him, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. "I'm not pregnant," I breathed. "I'm not pregnant!" I held onto him tighter for a little longer, but then soon went back down flat on my feet.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah yeah, I took three and they were all negative... I'm not pregnant!"

He pulled me into a hug once again, both of us relieved as all hell. Sure, like I said, I love kids and maybe in my future I would want one, I'm not sure.. But, right now I'm sure as hell not ready. I can stay focused on this relationship alone. We can stay focused on us.

Norman and I just held each other for a while. "I need a cigarette now," I breathed out and he chuckled, releasing me from the hug. He pulled out the package that was in his coat pocket and got one out along with his lighter, putting it in between my lips for me. "Wana go get some early dinner?" He asked while striking a flame.

"Sounds good," I said, taking the first drag, relieving the hour of stress that neither of us needed.