Normero One Shots

Chapter 1

**Content warning: MATURE!! You're reading smut... And there are some brief mentions of Norma's past trauma, but nothing specific.**

"Norma, honey?" Alex asked, gently knocking on the door.

He fully expected for her to get up and slam the door shut right in his face, but this time she didn't. "Come in," she sniffled.

"What's the matter, Norma?" he asked, walking over slowly and sitting down next to her on the bed. He noticed that she had cried all of her makeup off, her face flushed and red with tears, her bottom lip trembling.

"Can I hold you?" he asked, Norma nodding affirmatively in response. Alex gently wrapped his arm around her back, noticing that for the first time ever, she didn't flinch when he touched her.

"I'm just so overwhelmed. Life is so different now," she whined. Alex pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. She relaxed in his arms as she wondered how a man so much bigger and stronger than her could be so gentle.

"I know it's hard for you and I can't imagine how you feel. I'm so proud of you," he said, resting his head on hers, breathing in the lavender scent of her hair.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked, abruptly turning around and looking him in the eyes. Hers were bloodshot and tearful yet blue as ever, the distress in them painfully evident.

"Always."

"Okay, um," she stuttered, "you're just the first person in my entire life who has never hurt me."

Alex used his thumb to wipe away the fresh tears from her face, spending much too long figuring out what he wanted to say. They listened to one another breathe for a moment, the stillness of the air almost suffocating.

"Don't say anything, just kiss me," she demanded suddenly yet softly, taking his chin between her fingers and pushing his lips hard against hers, the pressure delightful yet painful, teeth sharp against tender flesh.

"Norma—"

"Don't. Don't make me beg tonight. I want to do this," she whispered into his mouth, her hand making its way to the erection evident against her thigh.

"I don't like doing this when you're sad," he said, cupping her face with his hands, kissing the tip of her nose so softly she could barely feel it.

"I'm not sad, not right now. I'm just— stressed. Do you ever cry when you're stressed?"

"No, I just punch things," he chuckled, before realizing the distaste of his comment and frowning. He had meant for it to be funny, not upsetting, and he struggled to read the emotion in Norma's eyes. She had trusted him enough to tell him about her past, yet there he was, possibly ruining everything with a joke that wasn't even funny. "Sorry, I just meant like—"

"You don't have to clarify," she said, watching as Alex released a deep breath. "I know."

"Okay," he said, smiling at her with the utmost love he felt for her in his eyes. "And you're sure you're not upset? That still you want to do this?"

"I'm sure," she said, straddling him and pressing her entire body weight onto his chest, loud bursts of laughter escaping their throats as the two of them collapsed onto the bed. Norma's blonde hair fell wild as she loomed over him, smiling at him, playing with his hair, her hand still gripping him through his jeans. "Do you think you could make me feel a little less stressed? Could you do that for me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"Then yes," he responded, sliding the lemon-colored fabric of Norma's cardigan down her arms. "You're perfect. Did you know that?"