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Title: Breakfast
Author:scelto
Pairing: Norman/David
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just for fun. Money is not in my future.
Summary: David makes breakfast.
Feedback: All kinds welcome.
Author's Notes: Since Norman Reedus's character in Dark Harbor was not given a name, I shall call him "Norman." Creative, eh?
He’d never been in love before, and wasn’t completely sure if he even was now. As he watched David fix breakfast (toast and eggs), he had to smile at the foreign feeling of domesticity that came upon him. Here he was, sitting in the kitchen of the man he now considered his lover, while still wearing the same socks he’d worn to David’s wife’s funeral only the day before.
He wiggled his toes in the dirty socks, mentally adding “laundry” to his inner checklist.
“Over easy or scrambled?” David asked, still at the stove.
“Uh, over easy, thanks,” Norman replied, his smooth, almost feminine voice interrupting the sound of David scraping the spatula against the inside of the pan.
He chewed the inside of his cheek, wishing for a cigarette to go with his cooling coffee. He was still afraid to smoke in the house. After all it wasn’t really his home at all. It wasn’t even “their” home. It was still David’s, and he didn’t feel comfortable enough to smoke in it just yet. But isn’t that what couples in love did, make homes together?
Were they in love? They’d never really spoken of it, not since they originally discussed the plan to get rid of Alexis. But the way things were now, the way David kept looking back at him with something like longing in his eyes, Norman was sure there was more between them than simple affection. He could feel it, couldn’t he?
Despite his feelings, Norman wasn’t so sure he was the right kind of man for him. David was a wealthy lawyer, an intelligent man, and an amazing lover. He couldn’t help but feel inadequate as a vagabond without even the ability to write, and no past relationships to speak of.
It was only those sweet occasions when his lips touched David’s that his thoughts of inadequacy were silenced. It was those moments between them that made him feel like someone truly special.
Norman had never belonged anywhere, not even the home he could barely remember. But when he let himself go and gave a piece of himself to this man, he felt a spark of belonging well up inside of him; And when he and David touched, that spark was given the oxygen it needed to turn his heart to fire.
Norman was cut off from his musings when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked up into the concerned, questioning eyes of his lover. He smiled the small, awkward smile that he always did and covered David’s hand with his own.
David smiled back, “You going to eat then?”
Norman nodded and rose from his chair. He started to make his way to the eggs and toast David had prepared when he was abruptly brought to a halt by fingers intertwined in his, refusing to let go. He looked from their joined hands to David’s intense, almost needy gaze, and his heart clenched. He could do nothing to stop the moisture from forming in his eyes as he pulled David by their connected hands into a desperate and reassuring kiss. Who he was trying to reassure, however, he could not have said.
Breakfast lay forgotten on the stove, where it remained until well into the evening.
Title: Breakfast
Author:scelto
Pairing: Norman/David
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just for fun. Money is not in my future.
Summary: David makes breakfast.
Feedback: All kinds welcome.
Author's Notes: Since Norman Reedus's character in Dark Harbor was not given a name, I shall call him "Norman." Creative, eh?
He’d never been in love before, and wasn’t completely sure if he even was now. As he watched David fix breakfast (toast and eggs), he had to smile at the foreign feeling of domesticity that came upon him. Here he was, sitting in the kitchen of the man he now considered his lover, while still wearing the same socks he’d worn to David’s wife’s funeral only the day before.
He wiggled his toes in the dirty socks, mentally adding “laundry” to his inner checklist.
“Over easy or scrambled?” David asked, still at the stove.
“Uh, over easy, thanks,” Norman replied, his smooth, almost feminine voice interrupting the sound of David scraping the spatula against the inside of the pan.
He chewed the inside of his cheek, wishing for a cigarette to go with his cooling coffee. He was still afraid to smoke in the house. After all it wasn’t really his home at all. It wasn’t even “their” home. It was still David’s, and he didn’t feel comfortable enough to smoke in it just yet. But isn’t that what couples in love did, make homes together?
Were they in love? They’d never really spoken of it, not since they originally discussed the plan to get rid of Alexis. But the way things were now, the way David kept looking back at him with something like longing in his eyes, Norman was sure there was more between them than simple affection. He could feel it, couldn’t he?
Despite his feelings, Norman wasn’t so sure he was the right kind of man for him. David was a wealthy lawyer, an intelligent man, and an amazing lover. He couldn’t help but feel inadequate as a vagabond without even the ability to write, and no past relationships to speak of.
It was only those sweet occasions when his lips touched David’s that his thoughts of inadequacy were silenced. It was those moments between them that made him feel like someone truly special.
Norman had never belonged anywhere, not even the home he could barely remember. But when he let himself go and gave a piece of himself to this man, he felt a spark of belonging well up inside of him; And when he and David touched, that spark was given the oxygen it needed to turn his heart to fire.
Norman was cut off from his musings when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked up into the concerned, questioning eyes of his lover. He smiled the small, awkward smile that he always did and covered David’s hand with his own.
David smiled back, “You going to eat then?”
Norman nodded and rose from his chair. He started to make his way to the eggs and toast David had prepared when he was abruptly brought to a halt by fingers intertwined in his, refusing to let go. He looked from their joined hands to David’s intense, almost needy gaze, and his heart clenched. He could do nothing to stop the moisture from forming in his eyes as he pulled David by their connected hands into a desperate and reassuring kiss. Who he was trying to reassure, however, he could not have said.
Breakfast lay forgotten on the stove, where it remained until well into the evening.