Norman Reedus Imagines

Cream Filled Doughnut (Norman)

He's got a piercing stare that would make a grown man cower, he's rugged and toned; but he's not in the least bit tough when eating a cream doughnut.

He's had his eye on the box filled with sweet smelling pastries since the moment you walked through your apartment door. He's sitting at his workspace, sifting through photographs in preparation for an art show; but you know his mind is working overtime thinking about the cakes in your hands.

He finally pops the laptop screen down, standing and stretching his lean back into an inwards arch as his broad shoulders roll lazily; his eyes burning a hole in the box. After he's done putting his gorgeous body on display he's padding barefoot over the living space towards you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grin.

"Whatcha got there babe?"

He dismisses the box you set down on the coffee table and winds his arms around your waist, bringing you flush against his chest; his body temperature is off the chart, he's constantly like a furnace. You nuzzle against his collarbone, smelling his usual scent of cigarettes and expensive musk, before looking up into his eyes.

They're captivating; always have been since day one.

"Thought I'd treat myself to something from the bakers down 5th avenue."

"You're gonna eat it all to yourself huh? Piggy."

He snorts and bursts into a fit of throaty laughs; the sound filling your ears is a total blessing, until you remember his name-calling.

"Hey! Jerk! You want one of these or not?" You smirk smugly, wriggling from his grasp to grab the box and make your way to the couch.

He follows you, an amused expression on his face, he's definitely in a playful mood you realise.

"Yeah I do, fuck they smell amazing!" He flops down onto the couch beside you, where you've made yourself comfy with your legs crossed under you.

He's almost on top of you, leaning in to groan in satisfaction as you open the box, delicious smells wafting under your nostrils. Taking your time, you pick a cream filled doughnut with a caramel glazing; Norman's favourite.

"Go on then, pick one."

You have to snicker at his expression, he's like a sulking child; trying to hide the disappointment that you've purposely picked his favourite, the one he thought you'd chosen for him especially.

"What's up baby? You want this one?"

You wave the doughnut in front of his face, watching how his tongue glides across his bottom lip.

"Mean woman." He says in an exaggerated voice, sticking his bottom lip out for good measure.

You take the opportunity to strike, unfolding your legs and pouncing onto his lap, doughnut held in your fingers between your chests.

"Well, if you play nice I might share."

The hunger in his eyes now is a whole lot different and more fierce than the way he had looked at the cakes, his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, a stray hand running up your side. You lean in slowly, your lips barely brushing his as you tease him; noses rub softly together as you let a sigh slip from your parted lips.

"Norman,"

"Yeah baby?"

You plunge into the kiss, channelling your heart and soul into this one beautiful moment in time; the noise of the city and buzzing of the refrigerator fizzle out and become a distant memory, all that matters in the world is the way his tongue runs the length of yours. Your mouths move in perfect rhythm to each other's, breathing becoming shallow and fast as the excitement grows. His thighs tense between your knees, his shoulders relaxing beneath your hands; his eyes are lightly closed, a smile brewing on his kiss stung lips. You watch him as he kisses you, to preserve the image in your memory forever.