Normero One Shots

Chapter 3

**This chapter is kind of filthy. Don't say I didn't warn you...**

"Sheriff Romero speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hi!" Norma trilled from the other line, knowing Alex could recognize her voice from a million miles away. "I miss you."

"Hi, Norma," he said as he breathed in heavily, the raunchy text messages still open on his phone. He had been thinking of the right thing to say to his wife for about five minutes, the three little dots at the bottom of the screen irking Norma so badly she called him... on the police station landline. "I missed you too."

"What are you doing right now?" she asked, her voice much deeper than it was when she greeted him. Alex could so clearly picture Norma standing in the doorway, holding the phone up to her ear with her shoulder, her hands toying around with the cord.

"Thinking about you."

"What are you thinking about me?"

"About all the things I'm gonna do to you the second I step foot through that door."

She let out a little surprised "oh" into the phone, the cute sound shooting straight to his groin. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"Anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes. How do you want me?"

"I dunno... maybe wearing something you don't like so I can rip it off you. And I want you against the wall in the foyer. The side the phone is on."

"And then what will you do?"

"I'll make you think of me. Then I'll tell you to touch yourself."

"Are you going to watch me?"

"Yes."

"Mm," she hummed, getting herself situated and relaxed. Alex's patience was teetering before she finally spoke again. "Do you like what you see?"

"What am I looking at?"

"Me. I'm against the wall in the foyer. Don't make fun of me but I'm still in my robe— I know it's late but I've been feeling so... sleepy this afternoon. But there's nothing underneath it. And my hand is between my legs."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"What are you thinking about?"

"The picture you sent me. From your office." Though the audio was slightly fuzzy, Alex could hear Norma's breathing becoming perpetually more ragged as their conversation continued.

"Is that all?"

"No, I'm thinking about how I wish my fingers were yours... What are you doing?"

"I'm unbuckling my belt."

"Are you going to touch yourself too?"

"I'm going to try. The door isn't locked and Regina likes to barge in sometimes."

"Go lock the door then."

"Okay, gimme a minute" he obeyed without hesitation, setting the phone down and walking over with his belt undone and shirt untucked, taking note of the crack between the door and the doorframe. He thought of Norma as he locked the door, how she was on the other line— up against the wall, phone in the crook of her neck, robe undone but still hanging off her shoulders, hand snaked between her legs and moving wickedly the way it did merely at the thought of him. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her lips between his, to tangle his fingers in her hair as he pulled her leg up around him and fucked her hard right against that wall in the foyer. But the fact that he couldn't was making his stomach upset and the lack of blood flow to his head paired with the four and a half hours left of his shift made his whole body hurt.