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Norman Bates

⚠️ Fluffy Smut ⚠️

"Darling? Are you in there?" I call out, Norman had rushed back home after work today, he seemed so stressed. I'm worried for him, I hate seeing him so disheveled and he's been like this all week. Seeing as he couldn't even spare me a glance throughout the day, of course I came to realize it must of been something I did wrong. I couldn't help but feel guilty. Why hadn't I tried to resolve the problem sooner? Am I truly that blind?

After hearing an indication of entrance I creaked open the door to peer in. I see Norman fidgeting for something in the drawer.

"Norman?" I call once again, his movement seems to halt for a moment.
"Do you have time? I need to talk to you" I can visibly see him sigh before his arms retract back from the dresser.

"I suppose" He mumbles. He nervously shuffles to the bed and sits on the edge, still refusing to look me in the eye. I close the door and find myself standing a few feet from him.

"Alright getting to the point, I've noticed recently that your acting differently. I tried to stand by and let you deal with it on your own but it's been going on too long Norman. I want to help but I wanted you to come to me for that help, to trust me, so please tell me if I've done something wrong. If I've done something to offend you or Norma, if I have I am so sorry-" I had begun to ramble at this point, luckily Norman interrupted me before I said something embarrassing.

"No! N-no love, you haven't done anything wrong.." After the reassurance I just look to him in confusion.
"Then what's the matter, it's got to be something." He sighs and rubs his sweaty palms along his jean covered knees.

"I didn't know how to bring up the subject but it's something I've been thinking about for a while" He fumbles for a moment before sucking in a sharp breath.
"What is it Norman?" I'm getting worried at this point.

"Well we've been together for so long and I just know you wouldn't be mean about the idea. Its just a very awkward subject-" His voice became higher with each passing second and there was the occasional crack. I step closer toward him.
"Norman"

"Oh I know I shouldn't be nervous about all this considering we're both mature adults but-"
"Norman!"
"I want to make love to you!"

Silence

He..wanted to make love? Like sex? Not just a make out- like actual sex? The shocked expression on my face couldn't be stopped at the moment, it was just so sudden. I've been wanting this for so long and now he's bringing up the idea, and for whatever reason?

"Say something;..please" He pleas, face redder than a tomato. I take a breath and, despite my own blush, continue.
"Of course I feel the same way. I want to show you just how much I trust you and care for you. There's just one question I can't help but ponder, why now?" I finally answer. I can visibly see his shoulders relax yet the blush seems to have deepened.

"I don't really know. I guess I've just been c-craving you lately, I was just scared to bring up the topic in case you didn't feel you were ready. Then I was thinking about what if I did bring it up and you weren't ready but you felt pressured because I was ready and-" His words were cut of by my soft hands gently grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft kiss.

At first the kiss was soft and gentle, though it soon turned needy. I found myself positioned between his legs as I stood above him, kissing him as his arms wrap around my waist. The lack of air separates our kiss and soon the air itself dominates our lungs, leaving us gasping.