Norman Reedus Imagines

Lets get physical (Norman)

The first fingers of dawn are creeping through the kitchen window as you stretch and bend, warming your body for a run and you just know it's going to be a scorcher later. Luckily, you're not needed on set until after dark today for yet another night shoot so you'll miss the worst of the heat for once. Your body clock, however, still went off nice and early this morning, waking you up and leaving you restless enough to want to get up and burn off some energy, thinking you'll just take a nap later in the afternoon. You're looking for your ipod in the mess that's on the kitchen table when you hear shuffling footsteps coming down the hallway towards you and you look up to see Norman, face still crumpled from sleep, hair trying to leave his head in all directions, stifling a yawn as he comes into the kitchen. He physically gives a little jump when he realizes you're there and you give him a big smile.

"Damn, I keep forgetting you're here," he says, his voice coming out raspy with sleep.

"Well at least you're not naked this time," you tell him and he chuckles. "I'm sorry, I'm sure they'll find a place for me soon."

"Nah, no problem. Happy to help out. We can't have our newest cast member sleeping in her car, can we?"

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Nope. Thirsty," he mumbles, leaning past you to pull open the refrigerator and snag a bottle of Gatorade.

He's close enough that you can smell the heat from his skin, the slight musk of the cologne he wears still lingering from the previous day and your mouth moistens slightly as his arm brushes yours. You learned pretty quick from your first meeting with him that Norman has no sense of anybody else's personal space, instead of the handshake you had received from everyone else when you were introduced, he had immediately pulled you into a warm hug as his way of saying hello. With available housing severely lacking in the small town where you film, the production company had put out feelers for anybody willing to put you up until they could find you a place of your own. Starting to feel a little bit like the red-headed step-child that nobody wanted, you were eternally grateful if a little hesitant when Norman had agreed to let you stay with him. Not that you hadn't shared with a guy before but never one you'd just met. After a brief phase of awkward adjustment to sharing a living space with a complete stranger, you both fell into a domestic routine that kind of surprised you. All you really knew about him before you met was what you had seen on tv or in the media but he surprised you by being so much more than the lovable goofball he was so often portrayed as. Instead you found a man with a sweet nature and a wickedly intelligent mind whose interests were so varied that he could make your head spin in the span of one conversation.

And try as you might to deny it, you knew that you were feeling more for him than you really should for somebody you had to work side by side with, day in and day out. You tried to keep yourself at a distance from him, always professional on set, but at home he would more often than not invite himself to join you after work to just hang out and unwind from the day, discussing filming and swapping stories, until you found yourself watching the hours go by until you could spend time with him again. You're sure, at least you hope, that he has no idea what's going on in your mind most of the time and that's the way you plan on keeping it. This job is an amazing opportunity for you and you're certainly not going to jeopardize it by some foolish crush on your leading man. You're way more level-headed than that, you remind yourself as he leans back against the kitchen counter and cracks the seal on the bottle in his hand, the veins along his forearm standing out for a brief second and you feel your pulse quicken. He takes a long pull on the bottle, eyes half-closed, and you find yourself fascinated by the workings of his throat muscles as he swallows it down. He lowers it slowly, wiping the heel of his hand across his lips as he catches you watching him, looking you up and down like he's just realized you're dressed already.