Detroit: Staying Human || A "Detroit: Become Human" Fanfiction

Chapter 5: First and Second Chances

  "Are you shitting me, Norah? You've been bitching at me, saying I never take you anywhere and the one time I offer, you say no?" Gavin growled, leaning against the island in the kitchen as Norah zipped around in an attempt to put the final touches on dinner.

  Norah, after placing a roll of paper towels on the table, spun around and slapped him on the arm. "Watch your mouth! The kids are in the other room!" She snapped, peeking through the wall divider over the sink that allowed her to look into the living room.

  Gavin rolled his eyes and stepped out of the way when she went for the silverware. "They're watching TV, relax. They're in their own world. Jesus, your paranoia is one thing I did not miss when you ran off to Florida," he commented, crossing his arms.

  Norah wanted to tell him to leave if she was too much for him, but she bit her tongue when she remembered what was to come and what was frequently spoken about with her mother. "I'm responsible for the upbringing of three future adults, Gavin. Who they become is on my shoulders! Being a parent is a massive responsibility, babe."

  Gavin just scoffed. "You're delusional, Norah. We both know damn well that all three of your 'precious' angels are gonna cuss with scum like me! And I'm fine with never understanding that 'massive responsibility' you talk so much about."

  Norah halted in her steps, hovering over the kitchen table with forks in hand. "You...you are?" It was impossible to mask her disappointment.

  Gavin arched a brow. "Uh, hell yeah. I mean, your kids are nice and all, but that doesn't make me want to go out and make a bunch of my own! Life is much better when lived with no strings attached," he paused when Norah came back around to the kitchen sink and reached for the cabinets above, "much better no strings attached..." his words trailed as he stalked behind her and his lips pressed against the hollow of her neck.

  Norah stiffened and one of the plastic cups she was reaching for fell out of her grasp and clattered against the countertop. Gavin's lips trailed up her neck, just behind her ear, and she felt his hands travel up and down her hips.

  She had been off and on with Gavin for about three years now and she knew she should be enjoying his touch and the feeling of his lips against her skin, but it only terrified her.

  What other choice do you have, Norah? Beggars can't be choosers, she thought as Gavin wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her tight against his body.

  "The kids really are focused on their cartoons...there's no way they'd see us slip away...like, into the bedroom...or even the bathroom if you wanna be quick about it," Gavin whispered seductively into her ear, slipping his hands underneath her shirt.

  Heat radiated from him and she knew that he'd only get hotter the longer she allowed this to continue. She had been able to evade such intimate moments for three years, but this time was different. Perhaps they were both growing desperate.

  Glancing into the living room, she found Jackson's eyes staring back at her. The bright, colorful imagery splashed across his features and made the glare set on his cherubic face more prominent than ever before. He despised Gavin --she knew this-- but he despised Gavin touching her far more.

  With trembling hands, she gently pushed Gavin's hands out from her shirt and away from her body. "Not...not tonight, okay?" She whispered timidly and gulped back her embarrassment.

  That only angered him, as could be expected. "Jesus Christ, Norah! For three years I've put up with this shit and I don't know how long it'll last this time! I've had about enough!"