Norman Reedus Imagines

Baby Kiss Me Again (Norman)

CREDIT TO-- archiveofourown.org/users/Phantom_Serenity/pseuds/Phantom_Serenity

The reception was in full swing. I don't think I've ever seen everybody so relaxed and happy. It's been a long, rough year for all of us. Seeing the whole gang together was lovely. The fact that it all took place at someone's wedding made us even happier.

As I'm watching the dance floor, sipping my champagne, suddenly I feel it. That tingling under my skin. He's watching me, looking at me. This happens every time. "You should just go over and kiss him," Melissa whispers, a knowing smile on her face. Evidently she's known my feelings about him from the start. "He'd love it."

Shaking my head, I finish the champagne and wave for another. "No way in the world I'm doing that," I groan. "Especially not here in front of everybody." This embarrassing crush can't take over my life. If I acted on it, and he turned me down, I'd probably end up leaving this job. And I love my work so much. Not only because it lets me see the man I love, but it's fun and satisfying. I'm turning towards Melissa again when I hear our names called out. Lauren comes over and tugs on our hands, pulling us toward the dance floor. He's out there with everyone else of course. Everyone is laughing as they move to the music. Somehow I end up pushed closer to his body. I try to not react. I won't look up at him. If I do, I know my eyes will give it all away.

After cake is cut and served, suddenly Tom is by my side. "Come on love, dance with me," he begs. With a laugh, I join him. He pulls me close, and I can smell his cologne. "Nice to be with everyone while not in costume, hmm?" His comment makes me laugh, and just then I see a flash of light. The photographer captured the moment just right. I know I'll need a copy of that.

I've got a funny feeling
The moment that your lips touched mine
Something shot right through me
My heart skipped a beat in time
There's a different feel about you tonight
It's got me thinking lots of crazy things
I even think I saw a flash of light
It felt like electricity

The song ends just about the time that my legs are ready to collapse. I can feel those eyes on me again. Tom is leading me off the dance floor when I hear "Hey sweetheart, you havin' fun?" Before I can answer, Jeff catches me up in his arms, laughing as he kisses me. "You look gorgeous, ya know." My blush gives away my embarrassment, but he doesn't let me protest. "Don't you dare argue with me. I know what you're gonna say, and just don't. I won't stand for it."

Rolling my eyes, I playfully stick my tongue out at him. "You're too much, Jeff. Don't start." He swings me around a little before settling me in a chair and grabbing champagne for us both. "Just drink up and enjoy the night, gorgeous," he chuckles, winking before walking away.

You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
'Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at
We'll get lost on this dance floor spinning around
And around and around and around

It's getting late now. I'm trying to decide if I'm ready to take my leave and head up to my hotel room. It's a relief to know that we all have rooms here so none of us have to drive home tired and half tipsy from all the drinks. As I'm considering my options, Norman comes up to me. "May I have this next dance, milady?" The word makes me giggle, and I take his hand happily.

"As you wish, sir." He leads me out and then pulls me closer. There's not as many people on the dance floor now. I can feel that gaze on me again. I'm trying not to shake and tremble. I don't need Norman asking questions. He'd be asking questions, possibly be almost as bad as Melissa is. Our bodies lean closer. Soon my head is resting on his shoulder as we sway.

"You look gorgeous tonight," he murmurs, spinning us slowly. "Looking good for anyone particular? Or was this just your usual stunning self?" His words make me laugh, but I only shrug in reply. No need to admit that I did take a lot of time to make sure I looked just perfect. A tiny seed of hope had sprung that maybe tonight I could make enough of an impression. But I don't know if I've even captured the attention long enough to gain any real consideration as something more than a friend.