Normily: After Effects

Home?

"Home?"

"Yeah," Emily said, "We're staying at Scott Wilson's house until you're better. He's letting us."

Norman lay back in the armchair and sighed. Too good to be true. Unbeknownst to Emily, Norman had dreamt of a perfect life where they lived together in a perfect house, kinda like this one. He let out a painful groan. Emily frowned.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked, furrowing her brow.

"I had a dream that we lived together in a perfect goddamned house like this one," Norman sighed, again, "Guess it's not true."

"Aww, that's so sweet, Norman," Emily smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

"So what did I miss with Lauren's talk about the future?" he asked.

"She asked a lot about where the relationship was going, what our plans are, when the wedding date was," Emily listed. Norman bolted back up at the wedding date. That was scary, like person living in your house without you knowing scary. Emily laughed and wrapped her arms around Norman's neck and got in his lap facing him.

"You didn't give her a date?" Norman asked seriously.

"No," she laughed, "I'm kidding. When Lauren saw you asleep against the window she shut up. No wedding date, just small talk about tour dates for me. However, on a completely different note, do you want to take a shower?"

"Is it that bad?" Norman asked.

"A little rank," Emily stood up. Norman shifted in the chair and let down the footrest. Emily helped him up and led him to the bathroom. She got out towels and washrags for him to use. Norman simply leaned against the counter and stared off into space, thinking about marriage. Emily started the shower and closed the door before helping Norman out of his clothes. She then stripped and helped him into the shower.

Norman stared dumbly at his girlfriend's perfect body. Emily wrapped her arms around Norman's waist and pulled him close. This is what love must have felt like for the first time for teenagers, Norman thought. He felt awkward, exposed, and embarrassed. Emily gently washed him with a rag while he remained lost in thought.

"Norman, did you hear me?" Emily said, "You have a really nice body."

"Fuck, you're beautiful," was all Norman could reply, before becoming overly embarrassed that he was hard for her.

"Why thank you," Emily giggled, kissing him, "You're pretty fine yourself, Mr. Ecstatic-to-see-me."

Norman tried to turn away, but Emily held him. She rubbed his back, gently kissing his neck. He closed his eyes and savored this moment. It felt so foreign, yet so welcome to him. Then he slowly moved his hips forward. Her love seemed to stop.

"Norman, wait," Emily pushed him away gently, "I'm not ready."

"But-," he started.

"No, baby," Emily said, sternly. "You're in no shape to do anything too physical. I'm not ready to-"

She felt a two fingers prod her. Instinctively she put a hand down to block her self. This wasn't right. What had gotten into Norman? Emily stopped and grabbed his member. This brought the real Norman back. He blushed and grabbed her wrist.

"What're you doing, Ems?" He asked concerned.

"What are you doing!?" Emily replied.

"Huh?" Norman followed her gaze down and saw where his hand was. He pulled away, staring at his feet, deeply ashamed. Emily put her face in her hands and sighed. Norman wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace.

"It felt good," mumbled the person buried in his chest.

"What?" Norman said.

"It felt good," said Emily quietly, looking up at him, "I think I liked it." Norman stared at her for a minute, unmoving. Emily took his hand and brought it to her self. When the two connected Emily shuddered for a moment, as the feeling was new to her. She moaned slightly.

"Are you sure?" Norman said.

"No," Emily admitted.

"Well how about this. We clean up, go to the bedroom, and explore."

"Ok," said Emily.