Norman Reedus Imagines

Strawberries and cream (Norman)

You are taking a shower before bed when you get the feeling you are being watched. From the corner of your eye you can see that Norman is standing in the bathroom doorway staring at you. You finish washing, making sure you give him a good show before turning off the water and stepping out. His eyes travel up and down your body as you reach for a towel.

"What did you buy at the store?" you ask him as you wrap the towel around you and pin up your hair, damp tendrils clinging to your neck. He was only going out for smokes but you know him well enough by now to
know that there's bound to be a bag of treats waiting in the kitchen.

You pass him in the doorway, making sure to brush against him as you do and make your way through to the kitchen. You take a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar giving him a view almost to the top of your thighs. He walks around the other side and starts unpacking the bag he's left there. Peaches, strawberries and grapes. Whipped cream.

"Oh, the peaches look good."

You reach for one but he lightly slaps your hand away. He leans his elbows on the countertop and holds one out to you then pulls it back when you reach for it, smiling. He brings it up to your lips and the sweet scent of it fills your nose. You bite into the ripe flesh and juice bursts out spilling from your lips and down his wrist. He transfers the peach to his other hand and licks the juice from his forearm before taking a bite himself. He offers it to you again, tongue licking his lips as he watches you bite into it. More juice explodes and you reach up to wipe your chin but he leans across and grabs your hands, letting the peach drop to the counter, holding them while he brings his face in close to yours and licks the corner of your mouth gently.

Your breath quickens involuntarily and he moves his mouth over yours, his tongue hot and insistent pushing its way into your mouth. You have a moment to taste the peach on his tongue before you are lost in the kiss and all your senses are filled with his presence. His hands are still holding yours prisoner and you struggle to free them so you can reach up and touch him but he grips them firmly and just kisses you deeper. When you finally part you are panting slightly and you can see his chest heaving under his shirt. He grins at you, his hair falling across his eyes.

"How are you doing there, messy?" he asks, grinning.

You look down at the strawberries and cream then back up at him.

"I'm hungry!"

He laughs and lets go of your hands. He walks across and gets a bowl from the cupboard and as he turns back you can see the telltale bulge pushing at his jeans and you can't help but stare appreciatively. He notices your gaze and his skin flushes.

"See something you like darlin?"

"Dessert!"

He snorts and gathers up the strawberries and cream, heading for the bedroom.

"I think this dish is best served in bed," he says back over his shoulder.

You follow him in as he puts the food down on the nightstand and comes over to meet you by the bed stripping off his t-shirt as he does. You can feel the heat from his body as he gets close and you reach out to run your hands over his chest and abdomen in light strokes. He brings his hands up to lightly rest on your upper arms while you move your touch down over the waist of his jeans to cup his erection in your hand with a gentle but firm grip. His head tilts back at your touch and a small moan escapes his lips while his hands tighten on your arms. He stares down at you with such intensity that you can feel yourself getting wet just from that look.