BENNY
"Nggggh" I mumble as my nose twitches.
"Quit it!"
This time, when my hand rises to swat away the annoyance from my face? It's grasped by something furry with teeth.
Ouch!
Turning my head slightly, I peel apart one eyelid. Peer blearily at Mao who's trying to chow down on my fingers as if they're satay sticks. When my other eye opened and sunlight poured into my head, I gave a groan before rolling off the bed.
"Sorry, little man."
My voice is a raspy whisper as feet search for the solace of my bigfoot slippers. Instead, I nearly go ass up when my soles slide over....batteries?
Eventually, I find my footing and sleepwalk into the kitchen. Fill up Mao's food and water bowls on autopilot.
While my fur ball gutses his way through breakfast, I stand in front of the open fridge. Trying to skull down a pint of cold water and two headache tablets. While ignoring the thumping pain in my head.
However, my bladder flatly refuses to be put off for any longer. My bum hit the seat just in time with head and shoulders slouching against the wall shortly afterwards.
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Lord only knows how long I was asleep in the loo?
I only wake when my face slides down the wall and my nose hits the toilet roll holder.
"Come on, stupid....you can do it!"
I'm my very own one-woman cheering squad. Trying to give myself the impetus to rise, wipe-off, flush and shuffle back to bed.
Where I plan to spend the next six months or so.
Why the hell does my body feel like it's been trampled by a herd of reindeer? And not only that, I'm also walking a bit bow-legged. Feels as if Santa had slid up into me overnight....instead of down my chimney.
Despite the tiny ache remaining in my skull, the most exquisite shiver lierally ripples through me. Settling itself between my aching thighs. And I realise, that my head isn't the only thing throbbing.
Fuck me....I must've had one hell of a dream last night!
My eyes are gazing at the floor as I can't even find enough energy to lift my head. And this time I see not only half a dozen batteries but the packaging that once held them. My doona is also laying there in a tangled heap along with pillows....top sheet.
Bending over with a grunt, I grasp a corner of my blanket and make to drag it back onto my bed.
Norman....
Norman....
"NORMAN!!!!"
His name rips out of my mouth in a scream when I spot him sprawled across my mattress in all his butt-naked glory. Fingers laced behind his head and chest heaving with laughter as his eyes glide over me happily.
Eyes that seem to have substance, as I feel them flitter possessively over every inch of my bare skin.
"Wow, sweetheart! Am I fucking awesome or what? Can make you scream my name....without even touching you."
OH FAAARK!
I'm not suffering the after-effects of a few Bellini's at the staff party. But I am having one mutha of a hangover.
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Cooking Up A Storm - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance
FanfictionSemi-mature. Completed. If you can't stand the heat? Then stay out of the kitchen! Norman just can't bring himself to heed that advice, when he and Greg hire a new chef for their restaurant. He already knows that Albany is more Flambé than Soufflé...
