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It was nearing 7 pm exactly when I had heard her soft yet insistent knock on my door, slender fingers already wrapped around the door knob and nudging it open with little to no force, only a delicate blonde curl to be seen until she had fully ensconced her head around the door to see if i was awake. I was torn between quickly altering my body to appear as though I was still asleep as to soothe my pounding mammoth of a headache, or making a snide remark of how desperately i needed to leave, although not considering how unusually comfortable i felt to be safely wrapped up in bed at the motel. However, neither of my options were applicable as of course, with Norma being Norma, she had already taken control of the situation as soon as she noticed a blink.

"Wow, it's actually alive?" She mused, a sound that was slightly too harsh against my newly awakened hearing, although warm all the while to nigh immediately soothe it. "Hah. I thought you were a goner for sure."

I groaned lightly as I lifted my palms to my eyes to rub away the telltale groggy, hung-over vision, only stopped when I suddenly felt the sheets be ripped from me like a plaster, a quick spike of cool air hitting the small exposure of skin from where my shirt had rode up.

"What the hell, Norma?" I flicked my eyes up to meet hers as she hovered over me, covers clenched in her hands, an aggravating (though I must admit, adorable) smile plastered on her face. "It's freezing! What happened to heating, or are you too focused on washing guests' clothing to turn it on." I huffed, leaning up on my elbows.

"Well, jesus! Someone's certainly not a morning person-"

"It's 7'o'clock, pm."

"You know what I mean."

"Well you said morning and its definitely not morning,"

"Why are you being so controversial this fine morning, sheriff?"

"It's not morning!"

"I know it's not morning!"

"Well then why do you keep saying that?"

"Right, that's it." In one swift movement, my eyes trailed along with her body, hastily rushing towards the bathroom before I heard the familiar sound of the brisk motel water, I most certainly didn't miss, crashing into the bottom of the tub. It was only now did I look down to realise how much of a mess I really was, clothes mangled and reeking of discarded alcohol, I was almost a little embarrassed for her to have seen me in this state, for her to have had to worry about me and look after me. Felt like apologising for being a bother.

Being only slightly lost in thought, I suddenly looked up to notice her standing in front of me, face flustered and sleeves rolled up from what I assume to have been from tampering with the heat of the shower for far too long.

"Okay, get up." She ordered, wavering her hand over to the shower room door. I laughed lightly, not taking her seriously whatsoever. Bad move. Immediately, I felt her nimble hands wrap around my forearm to pull me up, with all her might I must say which I found undeniably, strangely enough, cute. When I eventually found myself standing on both feet, firmly rooted to the ground, I realised just how close in proximity we were, almost felt the gust of her breath on my neck to which my skin tightened uncontrollably. I looked down into the depth of her eyes, almost saw them go hazy, potentially something different from her previous anger, but quickly replaced by the same bad temper she withheld moments ago.

"Okay, go get in the shower." She ordered once again, nudging at my arm, face set into a hard frown with her jaw clenched.

"I don't want to shower." I replied hastily.

To be honest, I actually did want to shower. I would have happily waltzed in there, had a hot shower, cleaned away all the embarrassment and pain of yesterday, potentially would have even asked if she'd needed any help with anything. But no, couldn't bring myself to do it, something in me deep down insisted that I had to keep sparring with her, couldn't let it go that easy.

Couldn't let her win.

She didn't reply for a moment, just screwed up her pink little mouth in a rage and blinked avidly. I was almost worried she'd given up, almost felt my heart sink ever so slightly. Almost.

I saw before I felt her hands grab at my shirt and tug me towards the door, making little inaudible grunts like "Just, walk." and "Jesus christ." and, my favourite, "I swear to god i'll break your other arm if you don't move your freaking body." Surprisingly, she did a good job of getting me into the bathroom, although I didn't really try my best to resist in all fairness.

"Okay, freaking christ on a stick, will you finally just get in the shower?" She puffed, running a hand stressfully through her hair to which I held back a seriously painful laugh, that would be the day.

"You know, I'm not really feeling it, think i'm gonna head home, have one there." I teased. It didn't take more than a moment to see the heat rising in her face again, her breathing getting more and more frantic as she held back a very, very well needed tantrum.

"Seriously, Alex stop being such a gigantic pain in the ass and just get in the damn showe-" Suddenly, as she pushed her hands into my chest just slightly too hard, my feet slipped from under me, made me stumble down into the hard linoleum tub, soon accompanied by her body colliding into mine as she soon tumbled onto me straight after.

"No, no, no, no!" She screeched, reaching best as she could for the handle to turn the faucet off until she finally gave up and let the water run sleekly over us. It wasn't until she looked up, her hair a floppy blonde mess upon her head, mouth set into a sweet embarrassed pout, did I let a laugh escape my lips. I was cautious at first, caught myself before letting another chuckle escape, almost scared she'd go on an insane rampage and drown me, until she soon joined me, the trill of her laughter electrifying my spine sending me into a fit I never thought I was actually capable of.

"You know, none of this would've bloody well happened if you'd have just got in the freaking shower, Alex." She pouted, trying her best to achieve a serious tone within her giggles.

"Guess thats true, but would've missed out on all the fun." I smirked, almost a bit too confidently I had to admit myself as I leaned forwards to smooth a sweet, dampened strand of hair behind her ear.

"What fun would that be?" She replied reflecting my confidence, took me by surprise like a smack in the face when I felt her lips softly graze against mine, enveloping my mouth with her slick, hot tongue as I groaned low in the back of my throat (subconsciously, of course). I ghosted my thumb along the curve of her jaw as she leaned back against the curve of the bath, never faltering to nip at my bottom lip and draw me in even deeper to the kiss all the while. I made short work of my already half done shirt as I tucked it behind her, purely instinctively ensuring her neck wouldn't ache from leaning against the solidness of the tub. I moved my lips from her eager little mouth to her neck, suckled on her pulse point and ran my hands along the expanse of her waist as I shortly noticed how soaked through her shirt had gone, flickered my eyes back to her to notice her biting softly at her lip, giving me a look I couldn't quite pin point.

"What is it?" I husked, just slightly above a whisper.

"Seems like you are a morning person after all."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 12, 2016 ⏰

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