Although it would be absolute torture, Norman and I had agreed that taking things slow was probably best. But that was proving to be rather difficult. Just walking back to camp, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We’d keep shooting each other goofy grins and brushing hands, entwining our fingers as we dawdled along like a couple of teenagers. Norman would keep wrapping one hand around my waist, pulling me in and then bumping hips with me. We were both acting very silly and childish, but I loved it. Occasionally Steven would shoot us a funny glance then just shake his head and laugh. Meanwhile Lauren couldn’t stop grinning. Eventually she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I knew it.” She laughed, directing her comment at Norman. As he stumbled away from my most recent hip bump retaliation, he looked at her puzzled. “Knew what?” She grinned at me then back at him. “That you liked Ronnie,” she jeered playfully. I didn’t think much of it, seeing as it was pretty obvious now we wanted to be more than friends. That was until she went on.
“Knew it the moment you asked to borrow some clothes for her,” she laughed. Huh? “Oh is that so?” Norman laughed, obviously ok with everyone knowing we were, well, whatever we were. “Yep, you were smitten already I could tell, just the way you talked about her.” Lauren smiled at me as she said this before going on. “I mean you don’t just take in any random girl to your trailer,” she teased before starting her own conversation with Steven. Norman drew closer to me again as we walked and I felt my stomach flutter at this. “So… smitten hey?” I teased under my breath. He grinned and slinked his fingers between mine, giving my hand a tight squeeze. Yet again tingles raced through me. “Yea guess so, I mean dya blame me? With your awesome shower singing?” he grinned at me. Oh god. In all that had gone on in just one day, I had (gladly) almost forgotten about that. “Thanks for reminding me,” I laughed rolling my eyes at him and squeezing his hand back, swinging it playfully. I was walking on sunshine. I hoped this never ended.
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Seeing as I was sunburnt and the others had gone off to rehearse, Norman and I decided to spend the rest of the day in his trailer. When Norman had suggested this, I’d looked like a deer in headlights. I’d immediately thought ‘How the hell am I supposed to control myself and take things slow, locked in a trailer all day with HIM?!’ but one smile from him and the gentle brush of his hand on my forearm was reassurance enough. Even if I couldn’t restrain myself, he was at least going to be the gentleman. It didn’t seem to stop him tormenting me though. As soon as he pulled the door behind him he wrapped his arms around my waist, spinning me around and pulling me to him. His lips found mine instantly and I lost track of time as I melted into him, savouring every second of it. My arms trailed up and down his back, relishing every muscle, making my kiss more enthusiastic. I struggled to suppress the urge to tear his clothes off then and there.
When we finally broke away I felt very flustered and abit dazed. I blinked a few times, before letting a slow breath escape me. Norman grinned cheekily at me and planted one last smaller, softer kiss on my lips, that lingered even after he pulled away. Ahh those tingles. “So,” he began, still grinning sexily, (me glad that he was holding me upright as he was making my knees weak), “what do you wana do?” My mind was quickly filling with all kinds of naughty things, the worst involving his bedposts and the belt that hung loosely over the chair beside us. I bit my lip and shook my head, trying to dismiss those thoughts. I scanned his trailer looking for something to do, movies, a board game or something. My eyes quickly fell on his camera and then his masks. I could feel a wicked grin spreading across my face and I slinked over to where his camera sat.
Not saying a word, I lightly trailed my fingers across the camera, still grinning cheekily over at Norman. I crossed over to where a wolf mask sat on the bench and picked it up, swinging it to and fro and glancing back at the camera. I felt surprisingly comfortable with Norman now and found myself flopping down on the bed I’d stayed in last night. A smile was creeping onto his face as I shot him another mischievous grin and tugged the wolf mask on. He moved over toward his camera, slipping it expertly into his hands and raised it to his eyes, pointing toward me. “Ok big bad wolf, let’s see what you’ve got,” he chuckled and started shooting.
I couldn’t stop giggling the entire time, pretending to growl and pulling ridiculous poses. The heat emitting for the rubber mask was intense though and I soon found it difficult to breathe. Norman was now sitting in the chair facing the bed and lowered the camera as I straightened up and drew a heavy breath. A wicked thought crossed my mind as I watched him. Feeling rather cheeky, I lunged onto him, pretending to pounce. “Rawr!” I giggled as I straightened up and found myself straddling him as we both fell apart in a fit of laughter. Instinctively Norman’s hands found their way to my waist to steady me, then slowly slid to my hips. “You’re one very scary wolf,” he teased as I laughed, pulling off the mask and placing it on the table behind him, his face dangerously close to my breasts as I leaned over him. Tingles shot through me as I felt his breath on my neck and my chest and I leaned back again and caught his gaze.
The laughing had stopped and I bit my lip as he started intensely into my eyes. With those captivating, sexy blue eyes of his. His left hand remained on my hip, but he slid the right up to my waist, then around to the small of my back. His fingers gently caressed me there and pressed me forward toward him slightly. Feeling a little like I was falling, I placed my open palms gently on his chest. Again I could feel every muscle beneath my fingertips and I felt my stomach start to quiver. Still looking into my eyes, he smiled, parting his lips slightly so I could see only a glint of teeth and tongue. But that was enough for me. I slid my hands up onto his collar bones, my fingertips pausing tediously along them before continuing to his neck. My thumbs rested on his chin, cradling his face and my fingers toyed with his wisps of long hair. He seemed to enjoy this and smiled wider, exposing that killer smile and closed his eyes with a soft sigh. Seeing him enjoy my touch so much made me want him even more and I slid my fingers to the nape of his neck, scratching softly with my fingernails as I went. He REALLY liked that and his eyes shot open with a gasp and that was it.
I plunged my mouth onto his and kissed him deep, my thighs tightening their grip on his, as his hand slid higher up my back drawing me in. Our kiss quickly grew heated, hungry and desperate for more. I reared up above him slightly, my hands now on his shoulders and he willingly let my tongue glide into his mouth. Norman’s hands slid back down to my hips, my thighs and then across my backside, squeezing slightly. A soft moan escaped me as he did this and swirled his tongue flawlessly around my own. His hands moved under my backside to my upper thighs and he swiftly lifted me up as he stood. He made me feel weightless, holding me up effortlessly as I clung to him. Not breaking our kiss he gently lowered me onto my back on the bed behind me.
Norman’s hands were now either side of me on the bed as he leaned down over, his mouth still connected to mine. Our kisses were feverish and I never wanted it to end. His lips found his way down my neck to my collarbones, and then slowly back up to my ear. As he began to nibble my earlobe a shiver ran all through me and I gasped, arching my neck to him, aching for more. My hands on his back pushed him down toward me wanting more and I was painfully aware that my knees bent either side of him had him in a vice-like grip. I wanted him. Bad. NOW. He laughed softly and planted two more tender kisses along my neck before drawing his face to mine. Our eyes locked once more and he smiled and kissed me once more and gently pulled me upright.
“We should really cool off,” he said, running his hand down the side of my face. I bit my tongue to keep from a whimper of disappointment escaping me, but my eyes said it all. Norman laughed at this and placed my hand in his own. “We’re taking it slow remember?” he smiled. I shuffled and sighed. “Yea I know,” I began still disappointed and trying to stop my heart from racing, but knowing he was right. My eyes trailed back up to his, to see a naughty glimmer in his eye. “But you being such a tease doesn’t exactly help.” I jeered playfully prodding him in the leg. “Me?!” Norman exclaimed, feigning surprise. “You are half responsible too, lunging at me like that!” He laughed and stood up beside the bed, drawing me up into a hug. I smiled up at him and he returned it, continuing on in a more serious, but still caring tone. “I really like you, I want things to be special with you, so I’m going to be respectful of that and wait. I hope you can too.” I melted into butter then and there from his words (and probably the ridiculous heat in his trailer) and tiptoed up and stole one last tender kiss. I could feel his smile under my lips and all frustration slipped away. I lowered myself back down, and smiled up at him peering into his eyes and nodded. “Ok”.
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