m'lady [Mingus Reedus // Chandler Riggs FanFic]

norman's house

We grabbed Mingus on the way out and offered Chandler a lift home. He accepted the offer. We headed back to the complex and Norman let us out so he could park up. He threw me the keys.

"Let yourselves in," he yelled from his window. We walked up the stairs, the boys were talking about X-Boxes, Playstations and Minecraft.

"Yeah, I prefer Playstation," I said, trying to get involved in the conversation.

"What would you know?" Chandler rudely said.

"Excuse me," I said.

"I just assumed you'd be the type of girl who wouldn't like video games," he said.

"Well, you assumed wrong," I said, as we reached our landing.

"See ya Chandler," Mingus said.

"Bye," I abruptly said, unlocking the door.

"Hey, uh Skye, can you wait a second?" Chandler asked. Mingus eyes widened.

"We need to go it," Mingus said, pulling on my arm.

"What is it Chandler?" I asked, prying Mingus off me and pushing his hand away.

"Nothing, I'll tell you on set," he mumbled, going into his house.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked Mingus.

"Dad just wanted us to go into the house as soon as possible," he said.

"I could've stayed out there and..." He grabbed me by the wrists and kissed me.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself any longe..."

I grabbed him. This was wrong. So wrong. He's basically my brother. Yet, my heart was beating aggressively, I shouldn't feel this good. He lay his arm on my hipbone and cocooned himself around me. I held his face as he slammed me against the nearest wall. We got into a rhythm of is. Then, Norman began knocking.

"Ming you dumb son of a bitch, you locked me out," he said. I pushed him off me. We wiped our mouths in unison and flattened down my hair. Mingus couldn't face Norman. He knew what we both did was wrong. He ran down the hall and into the bathroom, slamming the door as he went.

"For Christ sake," I said, unlocking the door.

"It's about damn time," he said. "Where's Gus?"

"Went into the bathroom," I said. He shrugged it off, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground.

"Come watch the game with me," he said, running into his room and pulling his Lakers shorts on.

"Glad too," I said, walking into the living room.