Author of 4 Stories
So this is what you get when Emily (me) finishes work at 1, has nothing to do for the rest of the day apart from drink tea ( which I think ive drunk too much off cause I feel ill) and doesn't have a girlfriend to keep her entertained because she started work AT 1….so instead of being lazy I thought id use my spare time being productive, or hoping to be productive, when really this is a load of shit and ive wasted my time when I could have watched misfits….or something else.
Anyhoo, not saying this is going to turn into a full length story with my undivided attention….may even be a one – shot depending on reviews. I have a lot going on at the moment (apart from today! Before you say lol) lots of police exams and training, and also working at the grand Argos, which I have used slightly in this story hehe….its taking over my life already! Nooo!
The title of this story may change, so be aware of that if you can't find it later on!
Cool, so im going to shut up now and let you 'ave a read….i don't own skins, although I am contemplating an armed robbery….but that's for another day…
Naomi slams her fist on the radio in frustration when she hears the forth Christmas song of the day, once was when she was browsing through the Argos catalogue in the store, the second time was on the phone of a fellow customer while she was queuing to pay for her goods and the other times were on her own radio positioned in her kitchen, she felt betrayed by it, fucking thing playing Christmas songs when it wasn't even December. Naomi hates how the recession has practically ruined Christmas; making the run up to it a painful rush to ensure she has enough money to buy everyone she knows, or everyone she feels deserves, a present. she had only just recently moved out of her mothers house, at the age of 22 she felt like she was pushing the boundaries of it being acceptable for her still to live there without looking like one of those childen who seem incapable of leaving their parents shadows, therefore turning into a mirror image of them, wearing the same clothes and having the same horrible hair cut. It made Naomi cringe at the thought of becoming a mirror image of her mum Gina. Don't get her wrong, she's a good mum and Naomi knows she has probably picked up plenty of traits from her, but looking like her and wearing some of the things she wears, well, that's just not acceptable by Naomi's standards. Even if during college she did have a similar hair cut, Naomi has made sure now to grow it long.
The sound of bells cut through her radio bringing Naomi out of her daze, followed by the squeaky voice of Mariah Carey.
"No! Fuck off!" She screams slamming her fist even harder on the radio, panicking slightly when she see's the blue lighted screen flicker slightly before continuing playing the Christmas song. Naomi slumps her shoulders in relief, deciding just to minimise the volume and begin her house work, well flat work. Opening the cupboard in the hallway she removed the Hoover, grabbing the nozzle smiling proudly at her self when Hetty the Hoover came rolling out. Naomi would never admit that she brought the Hoover, when ever any one asked she would claim that it was left behind by the old owners, Naomi Campbell didn't do pink, this was the only occasion when she did. But no one else had to know that, not even Cook.
Plugging Hetty in she began to make her way around the flat, pausing quickly to run into the kitchen to turn the radio back up once the screeching voice of Mariah Carey had stopped. Glancing at the clock positioned above the cooker she took note of the time, realising she had only half and hour before Cook arrived home and demanded they started drinking. They had a dinner date with his best friend JJ, she didn't really want to go but being Cooks girlfriend and after the week she has just had, anything involving alcohol was good enough for her.
She stood by the entrance to her living room, hands on her hips, with a proud smile on her lips. The flat isn't much, plain cream walls, slightly darker shaded carpets, a few pictures put up on the walls, some of her family and others of her and Cook. She's not the sentimental type, isn't really into any of the cliché bollocks and neither is Cook. She likes that about him, he gets her, knows she isn't your typical kind of girlfriend needing constant attention. Naomi likes her space; Cook always teases her about it even though she can see the worry etched across his face when she loses herself in her thoughts. "Come back to me" he'd say whilst wrapping his big protective arms around her waist, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
"Sorry" she'd mumble leaning back into the embrace, smiling at his warmth.
He'd squeeze her tightly "Where'd ya go?"
Turning around in the embrace "No where important" she'd vaguely reply kissing him on the lips before burying her head in the crook of his neck. Allowing him to have this one moment where he could protect her.
Naomi moved back into the kitchen, hearing yet another Christmas song playing, sighing she looks at the clock. 45 minutes it had taken her to Hoover the whole flat, he was late.
She opened the cupboard above the radio, retrieving two wine glasses and placing them on the kitchen side. Hearing the front door open and click shut, followed by a grunting noise she doesn't even turn around to know its Cook.
"Yeah soz babe, Dick of a boss decided ta 'ave a word with me before I left" He explains putting down his bag by the door, dropping his car keys on the table by the door and making his way into the kitchen. Naomi turns around when she feels his presence in the kitchen, smiling when she see's him. He still manages to make her heart flutter, even now after two years. She fell for his jack the lad attitude, she liked the way he just didn't give a fuck, lived each moment as if it was his last. She use to call him the walking cliché when they first met. She loved his cocky grin and the sound of his laugh. They were never bored. Always found something to keep themselves entertained, whether it was a cheep night at Cooks uncle keiths pub or a random drive, where they usually ended up finding a secluded spot to fuck. Naomi loved the adrenaline; it was her only excuse for allowing Cook to persuade her into doing it.
"Ere grabbed a bottle on ma way 'ome" Cook chimes in waving the bottle of red in front of her face. She smiles pleased that she could still read him, taking the bottle from his hands and walking over to the already laid out wine glasses whilst Cook went to take a shower.
"What time have we got to be there tonight?" Naomi yelled through the flat.
Glancing at the clock she saw that she only had an hour to get ready, grabbing her now filled wine glass she rushed into her bedroom only to run straight back to grab the bottle. If there is one thing that Cook has been a bad influence on it's the amount of alcohol they both intake a week.
"Oh tequila its make me 'appy!" Cook sung with one arm wrapped around Naomi while the other waved around in the air. They both stumbled along the road, Naomi was beginning to regret the four tequila shots Cook had blackmailed her into drinking, however the forfeit was not an option, that area was an exit NOT and entrance.
"You sure JJ isn't going to be upset about us turning up slightly pissed?"
"Nah babe, he knows you're with me init" Cook answers as if that's explanation enough "Plus his missus enjoys a good old drink from wat ive 'erd"
Naomi stops slightly taking in the new information causing Cook to swing round from his arm still being wrapped around her "Missus? JJ has a girlfriend?"
Cook laughs which irritates her slightly "Yeah babe I told ya that"
"No you didn't!" she scowls, her voice laced with anger. "God she's going to think I'm an alcoholic!"
"Nah babe, besides what bou me? I'm fucked too"
"Cook she probably doesn't expect any different" Naomi says storming past Cook on the pavement, sobering up slightly from the anger pulsating through her veins. She hates, HATES, looking a fool in front of someone she doesn't know. She knows she isn't going to have full control of what is going to be coming out of her mouth tonight, has learnt that from the other times she's turned up somewhere drunk.
Naomi takes Cooks hand in hers once they've reached JJ's flat, she plasters a fake smile on her face and gives Cook one last look, knows he understands what it means 'this isn't over you prick, but for now you act like a nice lil boyfriend'
The door swings open.
"Jaykins my man!" Cook howls throwing himself at the helpless boy, bringing him into a bone crushing hug before releasing him and entering the flat. Leaving Naomi and JJ by the front door, she shakes her head embarrassed, while the colour returns to JJ's cheeks.
JJ smiles "Hello Naomi"
"Hey Jay" she replies walking forward slightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Is he drunk?" he asks gesturing inside to where Cook has just gone. She can hear his voice inside, he always talks so much louder when he's drunk, she normally doesn't notice because she's at the same level of drunkness but after their slight row she's sobered up considerably but not enough.
She gives JJ a sympathetic smile "We both are slightly, I didn't realise we would be meeting your girlfriend tonight"
Naomi see's the way JJ's face lights up from her mentioning his girlfriend. She thinks its rather cute, wonders who could possibly put up with his mood swings and locked on behaviour. She must be a saint, she concludes.
"She's just in the kitchen finishing off Dinner" JJ explains "I can't wait for you to meet her, she's lovely"
Naomi notices that they are still stood by the front door, she smiles laughing internally that JJ's social skills are still lacking in some areas, she doesn't want to be rude like Cook and just barge in but her alcohol coat is wearing thin. She clears her throat shuffling awkwardly on her feet waiting for him to pick up the hint, after a few more seconds of an awkward silence she finally gives in.
"JJ not to be rude but can I come in?"
She see's him jump at the question, muttering to himself as he nods and steps out of the way to let her in. she tries to stifle a laugh but it escapes before her hand reaches her mouth. She gives him a sympathetic look before heading into the living room area, following the sound of her obnoxious boyfriends voice. She stops at the kitchen's entrance seeing the form of Cook bouncing up and down as he tells an animated story to who she presumes to be JJ's girlfriend but Cook is blocking her from view.
Naomi waits patiently by the door, leaning slightly on the frame. She can just make out the faint sound of the radio playing in the background over Cooks loud voice. Its another Christmas song, she rolls her eyes dramatically and lets out a puff of air, this alerts the others to her presence.
"Babe!" Cook almost yells "Come ere and meet JJ's girlfriend she's mint!"
Naomi doesn't really know what happens, she cant explain it. She see's a flash of red, then her eyes focus on brown ones that are only merely a few feet away from her. They suck her in. everything around her blurs away, Cooks voice, the sound of JJ's foot steps approaching them and the hum of the Christmas song playing in the back ground. She can feel her heart thumping in her chest and the hairs all over her body stand up on end. She feels freezing on the outside but warm inside.
Cook breaks her line of vision with his hand, bringing her out of her trance.
"Wha?" she croaks, seeing Cooks disbelieving expression before glancing back round to the girl who's staring at her intently. "Sorry….erm its nice to meet you….." Naomi says reaching her hand out, glancing at Cook desperately to remind her of the name.
"Emily" he hisses at her.
"…Emily" she finishes; her hand still held out while she waits desperately for Emily to take her hand and not be offended. Naomi looks at her hand hovering in the air; she doesn't want to meet Emily's questioning eyes. She doesn't know what came over her. She hates not having control, and as soon as she looked into the red heads eyes she lost all control.
JJ shuffles closer to Emily his hand reaching out for her shoulder "Emily?" He asks worry clear in his voice.
Naomi chances a look at the red head, seeing her snap out of her line of thought and grasp Naomi's outstretched hand.
"It n-nice to meet you Naomi" the husky voice stutters, causing Naomi's heart to lose its rhythm and a spark of electricity to rush up her arm. She rips her hand away from the red heads, trying to cover it by itching her head. She feels a blush creep its way up her neck, she begins to itch her head more furiously turning her attention to Cook who's watching Emily and JJ interact. He then smirks at her, she flips him off and instantly regrets it because she now has no where else to focus her attention on without seeming rude. She looks back towards the brown eyes; see's them staring at her instantly. They lock again. She can see JJ and Cook moving either side of them, deep in a pointless conversation. Emily's smiling at her, she feels her lips involuntarily smiling back. Her body is confusing her, but she also likes the way it feels.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Emily asks her; Naomi's surprised she even heard her over the boy's conversation. Its as if all her senses are automatically tuned into the stranger stood in front of her. She doesn't trust her voice so she just nods in response. Emily quickly turns away and begins rummaging through all the cupboards suddenly forgetting where JJ keeps his wine glasses even though she's used them countless times before.
Naomi makes a move towards Emily, turning slightly so she can squeeze past the still talking boys. She spots Emily struggling to reach the wine glasses which are placed on the top shelf of the cupboard taunting Emily's shortness. She see's Emily let out a huff. Walking up behind the red head Naomi reaches up and scoop's two wine glasses from the top shelf; then repeats the action to get two more, all while trying to ignore the smell of Emily's scent, it's a beautiful smell, reminds Naomi of happy days filled with sunshine and laughter. She pauses when she feels her breast brush against Emily's shoulder, her thin t-shirt providing limited protection against the red head.
Emily turns to her, a surprised look on her face. Naomi clears her throat placing the glasses beside the others and steps away.
"Red or white?" Emily says a little louder this time so Naomi can hear, they're closer to the radio now which for once is not playing a Christmas song.
Naomi clears her throat "Red please"
"Good choice" Emily chuckles pouring her and Naomi a glass "JJ, Cook would you like a glass?" she asks, reminded them both of the boys presence.
Cook brings his arm around Naomi, kissing her on the forehead "'ell yeah!"
Stupid question to ask Cook, Naomi thinks while JJ declines the offer. His arm suddenly feels weird around her shoulder, not as nice and comforting as it normally does. She feels like he's pimping her; she brushes it off her shoulder, tries to cover it up as if it was making her feel weighed down. She see's the flash of hurt hover over Cook's face, feels momentarily guilty knowing hes going to associate her brushing off to the earlier argument when really she forgot about that the moment she entered the kitchen and focussed her eyes on Emily.
Naomi takes Cook's hand instead, see's the smile of gratitude as she takes a sip of wine. Glancing quickly at Emily to her frowning at their joined hands before excusing herself to the bathroom taking her full glance with her.
She notices that when Emily returns, her glass is empty.
Emily serves dinner. There's a tense feeling in the atmosphere but Naomi is sure that only her and Emily can feel it. The table is only small, just enough room for four people to sit around, not enough room underneath for their legs not to brush. Naomi rolls her eyes because of course Emily is sat opposite her and Cook beside her. She wished so much that it would be Cook.
Naomi barely talks during dinner, tries to disguise it by constantly having her mouth full, answering JJ's questions as best she can. For once she's grateful that Cook has such a big mouth, he clouds her anxiousness.
Emily speaks a little, Naomi tries not to watch the way her mouth moves, her funny lip shape or the pimple that forms on her right cheek when she smiles brightly.
Cook places his hand on her thigh as he continues to listen to Emily talk and spoon another bit of the spaghetti bolognaise Emily made into his mouth. She smiles as she see's a bit of food splashed on his cheek, he's such a kid some times she thinks, reaching forward wiping the bit of sauce off of him then wiping it on her napkin beside her plate.
She turns her attention back on Emily, she diverts her eyes straight away watching her prod her dinner with her fork. "So Cook" Emily begins "How did you and Naomi meet?"
Naomi raises her eyebrows at this, wasn't expecting Emily to ask that.
He laughs and Naomi cringes at the sight of the massacred food in his mouth. "Well…..was quite funny actually…..i tried to chat er up at a bar n she flipped me off…..didnt even get ta finish ma sentence did I babe?"
JJ laughs "I believe that alright"
Naomi chuckles taking a sip from her wine, trying to ignore Emily's eyes burning her face "Thought I was another cheap shag, I soon put him straight"
"Made me chase 'er for months!" he exclaimed, JJ raise his eyebrows in shock.
"I'm surprised you actually chased her for that long, n-no offense Naomi, but Cook normally has the attention span of a three year old"
"Still has" she joked
"So what made you finally give in Naomi?" Emily asks her directly, Naomi tries not to look so taken back by this, tries to cover it with a smile but knows that her eyes give her away completely.
She turns to look at Cook; see's him looking at her expectantly.
"Guess I just fell for his charm after all" she smiles as he leans forward and gives her a kiss.
Naomi is relieved when dinner is finally over and the tension in the atmosphere is lifted. Her and Emily did the dishes while Cook and JJ played on his XBOX 360, Call of Duty Black Ops to be precise. Naomi doesn't really know what all the hype is about, its just another stupid game encouraging kids to blow things up. Laughs at herself when she remembers the Christmas papered one sat underneath her bed for Cook back at home. Sometimes she feels like she's dating a kid, which is very perverted, but no kid would do what Cook does or say some of the things he does either.
Emily laughs as she brings another plate out of the washing up bowl placing it on the dryer for Naomi to dry. "That must have been embarrassing! I think I would have died!"
Naomi nods "Yep, he then went on to say that apparently my pubic hair looks a lot like my mothers…..I've shaved ever since"
They both break down in hysterics; Emily bends her knees leaving her hands in the sink as she crouches down in laughter "Oh god"
"It wasn't a pleasant image….couldn't look at my mum for a long time after that, kept picturing her naked with pubes"
"Like a mirror image of yourself" Emily joked in a sing song voice, Naomi gave her a slight punch on the arm and Emily gave her a slight nudge back as they giggled glancing at each other. Wonders if they are flirting.
Naomi felt more relaxed in her presence, knew it was a lot to do with the ever increasing amounts of wine she was consuming, she had lost count of how many she had had, three maybe four. She loved how they both seemed to have a lot in common.
The laughter finally died down, Naomi finished drying off the last plate and placed it with the others on the side. Her attention was drawn to the radio as The Pogues – fairytale of Christmas was playing on the radio, she didn't get too angry by this. This was probably the only Christmas song she could tolerate. She loved how it wasn't your typical sappy Christmas song, reminded her a lot of her and Cooks relationship.
"You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot" she found herself quietly singing, blushing furiously when she heard Emily giggling standing merely a few inches away from her grabbing the plates and placing them in the cupboard. She grabbed her wine taking a large swig.
"Happy Christmas you ass I pray God it's our last" Emily chimed in.
Naomi raised her eyebrows slightly shocked
"wow, your voice aint that bad"
"You sound shocked"
"Slightly" Naomi confessed taking another sip, watching Emily turn around from putting the plates away picking up her own glass and taking a swig.
"Why?" she asks licking the wine of her lips, Naomi tries not to watch.
She clears her throat "Cause you've got such a husky voice"
Emily raises an eyebrow at this; they pause for a second as the boys cheer in the other room, clearly finally won a round after loosing loads.
"Suppose its better than having a lisp" Emily murmurs.
"A lisp?" she questions, knows she shouldn't be nosy but can't help but be anything but nosy with Emily. She finds herself wanting to know more.
Emily clears her throat brushing away a strand of hair from her face "My twin, she has a horrible lisp"
Naomi tries to stop her mouth from dropping to the ground, fails. Emily chuckles at her expression. "You're a twin?" she finds it hard to comprehend their being two versions of Emily in the world, wonders if the other has the same affect on her. Would make her feel a lot better to know it isn't just Emily. Maybe it's the red hair or the soft brown eyes? Cooks eyes have never had this affect on her.
"Yeah, she's a loud obnoxious slag who thinks I belong in her shadow" Emily explains, she could make out the slight quiver in her tone when she said that, knows that there is something more too the twins relationship.
"So she's nothing like you then"
Emily smiles such a genuine smile that it makes Naomi's heart flutter. She brings her hand up to clutch her chest, masking the action with a cough. Taking a large gulp of wine realising she's finished the glass. She can feel the affects of the alcohol, knows that she can't justify her actions if she were to do anything silly. See's herself glancing at Emily's lips as they curl into a smile that reaches her eyes and beyond. It makes her feel warm and soon she's returning the smile.
Emily grabs the bottle that's beside her, filling her own glass up before moving and filling up Naomi's. Her eyes are sparkling now, knows she should stop Emily from giving her a full glass, doesn't.
"Thanks, no one's ever said that before"
Naomi scoffs "What, not even JJ?" Emily shakes her head in reply; see's the small glint of sadness in Emily's eyes.
JJ's a fool, Naomi thinks.
They all end up in the living room later, Naomi glances at the clock, squints her eyes trying to focus. She's definitely drunk, stops trying to make the three clocks blend in together to make one and reads the time off them all. Ten o clock, should start to think of going home she thinks, but then Cook comes bundling in the room with Emily in tow demanding they all play a game of Monopoly.
She agrees straight away, even though she's utterly pissed and quite clearly slurring her words, but the thought of leaving Emily so soon is a horrible option.
She's totally out of control of her feelings now, she hates it.
Emily throws her money in frustration, Naomi does the same.
"Why do you boys always feel the need to dominate the board?" Emily groans as she tries her hardest not to admit bankruptcy.
"That is kind of the point of the game, you pay for as many places as you can, providing you don't over spend so that you have enough for charges such as income tax or if you land on someone else's area or if you go to jail, because the chance of your rolling a double is…"
Emily raises her hand abruptly covering JJ's mouth "I get it JJ"
JJ sways slightly from the action, that's when Naomi notices the glass of wine in his hand. She didn't know he drunk, remembers Cook telling her that he doesn't, mixes with his meds funny. Realisation hits her and she glares at Cook who has his drunk eyes raking over her body, she knows instantly what he wants. Flips him off again for what seems like the hundredth time that night.
"Babe are you okay?" Naomi hears Emily's worried voice. Watches as Emily notices the wine, her eyes widen as she feels JJ's forehead with her palm. Naomi doesn't really know what she's checking for, he just needs a glass of water and a lay down but then again she has no idea just how many glasses of wine he has had.
JJ tries to stand, stumbling slightly as he rushes to the bathroom. Emily follows a few seconds behind him giving Naomi an apologetic look which Naomi brushes off with her hand, almost kind of, giving Emily permission to follow him. Watches her leave, tries to ignore the way her hips sway.
Naomi glares at Cook, he raises his hands in mock defence "He better be okay you tosser!"
"Jaykins is 'ard babe, no need to worry" he laughs off, taking JJ's glass from the floor and downing it. It irritates her that he doesn't seem to think of others at all sometimes.
She waits patiently for Emily to return, ignoring Cook and his sex eyes. Wonders if they should leave. Emily returns a few minutes later stating that JJ is going to have a lie down, jokes that he is probably out for the night, Naomi tries not to smile at that, just wishes Cook will follow suite. Fills his glass up with more wine knowing that he normally passes out when he's drunk, tries not to feel guilty.
Emily and Naomi end up beating Cook, Naomi wins and Emily sacrifices her riches in order to help. Cook has no idea that they have been stealing money from the bank the whole time; it makes her laugh at how naïve he is. They laugh and continue drinking, Emily and Naomi talk about random stuff but there is one question that is bugging Naomi, she slurs it as soon as she thinks it.
"So how did you and JJ meet?"
Emily licks her lips clean after taking another sip, glancing at Cook who had turned his attention back to the Xbox. Naomi can see his eyes drooping, thankful that his sex eyes have vanished, hes so drunk she doubts he would be able to get it up anyway.
"We met at Uni, i use to see him a lot in the library and one day we got talking. He was really sweet, offered to carry my books and stuff"
"You sap" Naomi joked
Emily blushes slightly "yeah I know im an old romantic"
"It's cute" Naomi says, her eyes widening in shock once she realised she hadn't just thought that. Fuck. The silence continues for an unbearable amount of time, she's thankful that Cook didn't hear, or did but didn't care as he just grunted in frustration at the computer. They both reach for their glasses, Naomi swaying and Emily hiccupping as they each take a large swig.
The Xbox has been turned off now; the radio is still playing in the kitchen the silence making it float through to the living room, Naomi's thankful it isn't a Christmas song, shes so drunk she would of definitely chucked it out the window. Cooks loud snores are the only other noise in the room, clearly he wasn't very interested in what they had been talking about before. Emily had just brushed off her earlier comment, Naomi was thankful for it, she had no idea of what she could of said to explain it.
"Would you like a top up?" Emily slurs, the bottle shaking in her hands as she goes to pour some into Naomi's glass but she covers it with her hand just in time.
"No thanks, I think ive had enough"
Emily nods plonking the bottle back on the carpet with a thud. "God I'm drunk"
Naomi chuckles nodding her head in agreement glancing over at her boyfriend who is now snoring with his gob wide open. Attractive.
"At least we drunk the boys under the table"
"To women!" Emily declares raising her glass in the air, it only stays there for a second before it comes crashing down, her wine spills slightly on the monopoly board, she chuckles making an 'oops' noise. Naomi finds it adorable.
They're eyes lock again, Cook's snoring fades out as does the song playing on the radio. Naomi didn't realise how close they were, or when Emily moved. Emily's body isn't facing her, its turned towards the monopoly board, she's on her knees leaning over it her shirt has slightly risen. Naomi's eyes scan her body, she's so drunk she doesn't care that she is clearly perving on her. Her eyes rake back up to Emily's face; she feels a burning sensation between her thighs, blames it on the alcohol and not the way Emily's ass looks in the dim light shinning from the lamps in the room. Her eyes meet Emily's again and she feels herself getting even more turn on when she see's her biting her bottom lip between her teeth.
That does it for her and she feels herself moving forward, she surprised though when she's met half way. She feels Emily's arms wrap around her instantly, drawing her in, she scratches her nails down the length of Emily's black hearing her hiss into the kiss. Her lips feel so warm and inviting, the taste of red wine on her lips. Naomi wants more. She brushes her tongue against Emily lips, doesn't have to wait for permission as Emily's tongue darts out of her mouth and massages Naomi's. She lets out a moan, as she pulls Emily closer; they're both on their knees almost moulded into one another. Naomi feels her hands come into contact with bare skin, remembering that Emily's shirt had ridden up. Her skins feels so soft, she wants the time to caress it but her need and desire is making her movement rushed, that and the alcohol in her blood stream. Emily lets out a moan as Naomi kisses down the length of her neck all the way back up to her lips. Emily grabs the back of Naomi hair pulling her head back exposing her neck, she quickly places her lips against the exposed skin, kissing and biting, relishing the smell of the blonde.
A loud snore breaks them apart, Naomi darts back wincing when her back comes into contact with the couch. She turns to see her Boyfriend still fast asleep, she's relieved, her mind is racing she cant comprehend what is happening. Turning back towards Emily she see's the worried expression on her face.
"erm…" Naomi begins only to be silenced by Emily's lips. The red head breaks the kiss, moving away only millimetres her breath hot on Naomi's face.
"Don't think Naomi" she commands and Naomi surrender immediately, re-connecting their lips only for Emily to break them apart a second time "Not here"
Naomi watches dumb founded as Emily gets to her feet, she wonders for a moment how Emily did it so gracefully, knows it wont be the same for her. She watches Emily's hips sway away from her, Emily swings round with a sexy smirk on her face "are you coming?" she purrs.
Naomi doesn't need asking twice, taking her last swig out of her glass she stumbles up and follows Emily. Not looking back to where Cook is sleeping or glancing down the hall to where JJ is sleeping and doesn't even notice that the radio is playing yet another Christmas song.
She follows Emily through a door only to find herself slammed up against it moments later. Emily's mouth is hot on hers, Naomi already knows what she wants, wanted it the moment her hands touched Emily's bare flesh. She backs the red head up against the wall, taking control. She grabs the bottom of Emily's shirt, ripping all the buttons off as she opens it, Emily doesn't care when she see's the hunger in Naomi's eyes as her black lacy bra is revealed. She wore it for JJ, but now, she's wearing it for Naomi. She steps forward so her back is off the wall; she plays with Naomi's attention, teasing her as she allows the shirt to fall from her shoulders and down to the ground. She's never felt so sexy before.
Naomi bites her lips trying to suppress a moan just from looking at Emily "I'm going to fuck you so hard" she growls, surprising herself at how confident that sounded.
She slams Emily back against the wall, her hands moving to touch every inch of Emily's exposed flesh; she wants to do so many things at once, kiss every part of her, touch every part and bite every part. She wants Emily's trousers off but also wants her bra off, wishes in that moment that she could magic more arms or click her fingers and for Emily to be naked.
Emily rips her t-shirt up and over her head before she has even made a decision. Her hands are fast and before Naomi know's it her bra has fallen to the ground and Emily has backed her up against the sink, her hands groping her tits, toying with her nipples. Naomi rolls her head back when Emily's lips and tongue being to play with her nipples. She's never felt so alive.
She unclips Emily's bra on her first attempt, she would feel smug if it wasn't for Emily biting her nipple, sucking it between her lips. She see's Emily's perky tits bouncing slightly, she takes one in her palm, feeling the warmth in her hand, her thump playing with her nipple feeling it go hard. She's so turned on she can feel that her knickers are already drenched. Their lips meet and Naomi begins to frantically undo Emily' jeans while Emily tries to slide down her jeggins. Before Naomi even realises they are both naked, she not sure which one of them gave way but they are now laying on top of each other on the bathroom floor, the cold tiles are sticking to her sweaty back but Naomi likes the feeling, she feels like she's going to burst into flames at how turned on she is. Emily begins to kiss her way down Naomi's chest, taking each of her nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them before carrying on her descent kissing a trail down Naomi's stomach. She tries not to buck her hips in suspense for what she knows is Emily's main aim; she knows Emily is teasing her, wants Emily to know how its feels but she's so close to where she wants it she grabs a hand full of Emily's red locks instead pushing her down slightly. Emily obeys and before she knows it she feels Emily's hands scooping her ass so that she can bring her cunt closer to her mouth. Naomi moans as soon as she feels the first lick from Emily's tongue, covers her mouth with her free hand worried that she will wake JJ who is just in the room next door. Emily licks her wet folds getting harder and harder with each moan that escapes Naomi's mouth. She inserts a finger, feeling the warmth of Naomi's core. Naomi bucks her hips wanting for her to go faster and harder.
Emily responds by inserting another finger, another flick of her tongue and Naomi knows it won't be long. It is going to be the fastest she's ever cum in her life. But then a thought occurs to her, its stuns her momentarily, she wants Emily to feel what she's feeling. She wants Emily to cum with her.
She pulls Emily up towards her, ignoring the confused and surprised look on the red heads face. She brings her up so they are level and kneeling in front of one another. Naomi smirks at Emily bringing their lips together and allowing her hand to trail down Emily's side, allowing the heat radiating from Emily's core to guide her hands to where she knows Emily so desperately wants it. She moans when she feels how wet Emily is, how wet she is for her.
"You're so wet" Naomi says between a kiss, feeling her fingers rub against her wet folds before she plunges two fingers deep inside her. Emily moans against her lips, Naomi grabs one of Emily's hands with her free one, guiding it to where she needs it so desperately. Emily clocks on to what Naomi wants and returns her hand to finish off what she started.
They pound into each other with their hands, their lips connected. Their free hands wrapped around the other as their bodies slip against each other from their coats of sweat. "Shit Nai…..urgh fuck me" Emily moans causing Naomi to go faster and harder.
Naomi knows she's close, can feel herself tensing from every thrust Emily makes, she digs her nails into Emily's back as her breathing gets quick, she closes her eyes as she feels herself coming to the edge. Emily must sense she's close because she curls her fingers inside of Naomi pushing her over the edge. Naomi tightens her grip on Emily as she thrusts her hips into her riding out her orgasm, she moans so loud as Emily does the same in her ear. Her body is tingling as she tries to regain her breath; she glances into Emily's eyes and sees her trying to do the same.
We came at the same time, Naomi thinks before bringing Emily into a kiss. Neither of them say anything, they just lay down on the bathroom floor in a tangle of limbs, both of them suddenly feeling very tired as the alcohol takes it toll. Naomi doesn't know which one of them falls asleep first, all she knows is she blacked out with a smile on her face.
She's not going to think. Not now anyway and that's okay, because for now, she's just going to feel it.