LUCY
When he yelled back at me?
I throw my water bottle at his head, as hard as I possibly can. He ducked and it flew past his ear.
As soon as it leaves my hand I rush to my bedside table. Wrench open the top drawer.
Frantically search for the small stun gun and can of mace. Sasha gave them to me, the first night I slept here on my own.
"Please....please....where the fuck are they?"
I babble to myself as my hands move down to the next drawer. Nothing is familiar. Where's my reading tablet, the chunk of smoky quartz....the teddy bear that Gran made for me when I was born?
I glimpse him out of the corner of my eye. Slowly making his way to his feet.
Lordy, he really IS only wearing boxers. And now he's tucking himself back inside them! Trying to, rather....
How in the hell did he manage to get all the way up here without the alarm going off? Undress and climb into bed with me?
OH MY GOD!
He touched me, kissed me....
And I kissed him back. Was just about to do a whole heap more than that, in fact!
HE WASN'T A DREAM, AND NOW? I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO FALL ASLEEP AGAIN!
He's now at the foot of my bed, creeping slowly towards me with hands outstretched. I can't hear a thing, only the ragged breaths dragging themselves in and out of my lungs.
And my voice, desperately stuttering over and over....
"Don't! Ddddon't....please....just ggggo."
I've only ever felt this helpless once before in my life. And that'd only been a week ago.
I stand and take in another deep breath, prepping myself to take a run at him. Knock him over and hopefully make it out the door?
Or the hidden panel in my walk-in robe, so I can trigger the silent alarm. Yep, yep! Much better thinking, Lucy.
If I jump on the mattress to avoid him then leap off the other side? I'll be there in a flash, pressing the button before he even realises.
I ball my hands into fists then take a single step....
And knew no more....
NORMAN
I make it just before her body hits the shag pile.
Knew she was going down. Her face went so pale and those eyes seemed to lose focus. Then she simply....crumpled.
Green, green eyes....
Moving as fast as possible, my arms wrap themselves around her shoulders as her head lolls forward.
I gently lay her down then sprint to the bathroom. Shove a hand towel under the cold water tap. Wring it out, fill a glass and carry both back to the room.
Carefully cradling her head, I start wiping down her face and neck with the damp cloth.
"What in the fucking hell just happened, Reedus?" I ask myself out loud.
Did some crazy woman just break into my house and jump into bed with me? But if she's a stalker fan....then why did she ask who I am? She'd already know, wouldn't she?
And she said 'My bedroom'.
My bedroom?
God! Her face? She looked aghast at first. As if suddenly realising what happened, and what almost happened between us.
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The Odd Couple - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance
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