From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 33 - Mi Casa....Es Su Casa

NORMAN

"No need to apologise, slugger. When I saw your fist connect? I guessed that you and Norm must be old friends. Just glad you didn't greet me like that!"

Greg pulled her flaming face down and kissed the top of her head.

Her apology to them was more than humble. And it seemed to wipe away the 'lunatic'  label that Scott anointed her with at the beginning.

"So how did you and Greg meet, Ollie?"  He asked as we all sat down at the table.

Thank fuck he didn't ask how she and I became acquainted!

As she started to speak I grabbed my opportunity to simply....look at her. For the first time in ten years.

She's twenty-nine by now and has grown into her beauty even more than I ever believed was possible.

Ollie's hair is a bit shorter and swings around her face in tousled, silky folds. With a few highlights catching the light as she moves. Her skin is still the colour of honey and those long lashes are feathering those lavender-blue eyes.

Still no makeup apart from some lip-gloss....but she doesn't need it anyway.

Lips....those lips are just as full. And I notice that she still nibbles the bottom one slightly. Whenever she's unsure or her nerves take over.

They're a pinkish-red now as she'd bitten them continuously while apologising.

Her body is still slender but isn't as angular or lanky now, not like it was when she was a teenager. Edges are filled out a little bit more....curvier....luscious.

Snuck a quick glance at her hands. No rings....but that means fuck all. Is Ollie still with that guy she moved to London with?

Must be....HE  wouldn't be so stupid as to let her slip through his fingers.

I watch in fascination and longing as her tongue sweeps over her top lip. Licking off the little beads of soda left behind after she sipped from her glass.

Her voice is lower in tone....almost husky and no longer the slightly higher pitch it used to be.

'Yes, my Little Miss has well and truly grown up now'  I'm squirming a fair bit in my seat.

God, Reedus....get a grip man.

'Shit....a good grip is just what I need right now'  I groan inwardly.

I forcibly stop looking at her, so I can get my composure back. As she and the guys start talking shop a bit, I go over what went down between us in the toilet.

She was totally right of course. We had ten years of not seeing each other and then suddenly....WHAM!  There she was, delivered right to my doorstep.

Well, to hash it all out within a couple of minutes of that first meeting? Deffo not a good idea.

She's angry and has every fucking right to be. Whereas I'm floating on cloud nine. Emotions, just like I said. Hopefully, over the next few days? Those emotions will settle a little and we can simply....talk.

'Man....she sure has one hell of a right hook though'  I laugh to myself.

*

I heard the sharp intake of her breath and looked up quickly.

"Ummmm  no, sorry Greg. I really don't think that'll work at all. No....no. I'm sure I can find something else, another alternative. But I cannot....will not  stay with...."