Love Lessons (Part Six)
As Effy and Cook turned around, they were suddenly aware of just how awkward the situation was, with Effy and Katie at the same party. Effy attempted a half smile in Katie’s direction, but Katie instead sauntered off inside, JJ following behind. Cook raised an eyebrow, turning to Freddie who shrugged.
“You don’t think there’s something going on there do you?” Cook asked, scratching his head, slightly confused. He’d never really seen JJ and Katie so much as talk, yet they’d been spending time together at school, and now they seemed pretty inseparable.
“JJ and Katie? Na, she wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a thing for Emily.” Freddie laughed, feeling sorry for his mate, falling for a lesbian was never a wise idea. Attempting to wrap his arm around Effy, Freddie pretended he wasn’t offended when she shrugged him off, the three of them making their way inside, in an attempt to defuse the awkwardness of the situation.
The living room was a complete mess, Freddie had to drag deeply on his spliff to relax himself enough not to care, Karen clearly didn’t give a damn, she was in the corner sucking face with some random guy with big muscles and a tank top. Freddie tried to make eye contact with Effy, but she didn’t even acknowledge him, opting instead to dance on her own. The party was in full swing, people were drinking, dancing, laughing, Thomas and Pandora were cuddled together in a corner, Pandora waving at them when they entered, but quickly turning her attention back to Thomas.
“Wanna dance babes?” Cook smiled, wrapping an arm around Katie’s waist. Pulling her in close, he could smell her perfume, an intoxicating smell that drove him wild. Katie was hot, he thought, maybe she could be the one to help him get over Effy. He could see Effy dancing, tried to push away all feelings for her, letting his hands slide down to Katie’s bottom, giving her a cheeky squeeze.
“Sure, keep your hands off my arse though, prick.” Katie teased, licking her lips, she let Cook guide her to the dancefloor, the two of them moving to the music. She had to admit, he was a good dancer, she could feel him grinding against her, enjoyed watching Freddie squirm, as if he had any right to be jealous.
“You didn’t say anything about keeping my hands off your tits though, did you Kit Kat?” Cook grinned, his palms gently teasing at Katie’s cleavage. Katie glared, but didn’t say a word, didn’t push him away.
JJ was trying to talk to Jodi, the minute she’d seen him she’d bounced over to him, continuing their conversation from the park. Talking animatedly, JJ poured them both a drink, smiling and laughing at the sweet blonde girl. But as lovely as she was, he couldn’t stop his eyes from straying to the dancefloor, he couldn’t understand it, but right now he had the greatest desire to punch Cook.
Katie noticed JJ in the corner, pleased at first that he was talking to the girl she’d set him up with, then suddenly, inexplicably, her heart started to ache. She tried to ignore the feeling, pulling herself closer to Cook instead, his masculine hands tracing patterns on her back, her body was responding, but her mind was elsewhere.
Jodi smiled, laughing at a joke JJ wasn’t even aware he’d made. Leaning up she kissed him lightly on the cheek, blushing the second her lips grazed his skin. Pulling back she couldn’t help but giggle nervously.
“You’re really sweet.” Jodi admitted, feeling for JJ’s hand, she slipped her own inside of his, linking their fingers. JJ’s own hand responding, squeezing back encouragingly.
Cook was kissing Katie’s neck, holding her close. Katie couldn’t shift her gaze from JJ though, couldn’t stop her eyes from focusing on his hand in Jodi’s. That aching in her heart getting worse. It suddenly got too much, the room was too much, she had to get away.
“I’m sorry Cook.” Katie rushed, kissing his cheek, she pulled away running out of the room. Heading outside to the garden, to Freddie’s shed, where she knew she’d be able to think straight.
She was relieved to find it empty, letting herself sink down on the sofa, steadying herself she tried to search her brain for some kind of explanation. Why had she reacted to JJ and Jodi like that? Surely it was a good thing, he was only a couple of lessons in and already he’d got the girl. Clearly she was a much better teacher than she’d first thought. Before she could dwell on her thoughts any further, the door creaked open, revealing the last person in the world she wanted to see.
“JJ... Interesting choice.” Effy interrupted the tranquility of the shed, resting awkwardly against the doorframe.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Katie snapped, jerking her head up to meet the eyes of the girl who’d tried to kill her. Expecting to see evil, but instead finding someone that was incredibly hard to hate, smiling at her.
“You like JJ. I saw the way you were looking at him, seeing him with that girl drove you insane.” Effy explained, pulling out a packet of cigarettes, offering them to Katie who refused, before bringing one out for herself.
“Fuck you Effy.” Katie grunted, narrowing her eyes at the girl in front of her. “What are you doing in here anyway? Shouldn’t you be fucking Freddie, after all the effort you put into winning him off me.”
“Ever found something isn’t quite worth the amount of effort you’ve put in?” Effy questioned, sitting down cautiously on the opposite end of the sofa to Katie. Playing with her bracelet, Effy felt almost embarrassed to admit that she’d destroyed everything, for nothing.
“Well, glad to know me getting a rock to the head was well worth it.” Katie snapped, her voice laced with sarcasm and fury, she could almost laugh at just how ridiculous this was. Effy had hurt her for Freddie, now she didn’t even want him.
“You’re not completely blameless over what happened that night.” Effy reminded her. “I seem to remember lots of slapping, spitting and hair pulling from you.” The haunting images of that night, played in both girls minds, like a projector, they were both watching the same movie.
“It’s called a fucking bitch fight, you shout at each other, get a bit rough... You don’t pull out a fucking rock Effy.” Katie yelled, finally letting herself get angry, noticing how Effy flinched as Katie moved towards her. “What? Scared I'm going to get my own back?”
“Katie, I want us to be friends again. I want to make this up to you.” Effy pleaded, she needed to stop the guilt, the guilt that had been haunting her since the night in the forest. Somehow she thought, if Katie forgave her, then maybe, just maybe, the images might go away.
“We were never friends in the first place.” Katie sighed, getting up and walking out the shed. There was only so much she could take, she couldn’t deal with Effy and her self pitying right now.
The cool air hit her suddenly, it was darker, Katie hadn’t thought she’d been in the shed very long at all. She guessed it was just the beating of her heart, so fast it made every second fly by.
“There you are!” JJ called, running across the garden to meet Katie. Katie felt her heart lurch, fuck maybe Effy was right. The bitch.
“Sorry, needed to get away. Thought you were busy with Jodi anyway, where is she?” Katie asked, shivering slightly as the coldness of the night started to take effect, relieved when JJ wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm.
“Had to go home, her mum has her under a strict curfew.” JJ explained, with a sweet smile. “Talking of curfews, how are you going to explain Emily being out to your mum?”
“Shit... I'll tell her that she and Naomi have split up, that way she won’t assume she’s with Naomi. Then I'll tell her she’s... Well, I guess I'll tell her she’s at yours.” Katie laughed, knowing that her mum would have far less of a problem with Emily staying at a boys house, than at Naomi’s.
“Ok. So she won’t have an issue with Emily staying at mine then?” JJ asked nervously, not really keen on the thought of Mrs. Fitch chasing him down the street. The one occasion he’d met the twins mother, well quite frankly he’d been terrified, he could definitely see where Katie got her scariness from.
“She won’t, dad might though. Unless I was there as well? If they think we’re both there, then they’ll be fine. Would it be alright if I stay at yours?” Katie stuttered, wanting to kick herself for sounding so bizarre, so desperate.
“Of course. You should give your mum a ring though, you don’t want her to worry.” JJ smiled, the pair of them walking across Freddie’s garden, JJ rubbing Katie’s arms to keep her warm. “Do you want to stay here any longer, or head home?”
“I’m pretty tired, we should head back. Maybe get some chips on the way home?” Katie laughed, walking off with JJ, completely oblivious to Cook who was standing in the garden watching them. Shrugging his shoulders, Cook made his way down to Freddie’s shed.
“Alright Peachy?” Cook smiled, spotting Effy alone in the shed.
**
“Look at that hedge, what is up with that? It’s so... Hedgey.” Naomi mumbled, swaying as she walked down the street, walking ahead of Emily who was desperately trying to clean off some of Naomi’s sick with a tissue.
“Not sure Nai. Don’t run off too far ahead.” Emily warned, feeling more like Naomi’s mother than her girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, right now.
“Wow, wow, wow. Look at her!” Naomi squealed, crossing the road to approach a girl who was walking along the pavement. Emily watched slightly astonished, as Naomi thrust her chest in the girls face. “Alright darling? How about you give me your number?”
“Fucking hell, sorry about her. She’s drunk.” Emily apologised, pulling Naomi away from the girl. Trying to fight the jealousy that was raging inside her, telling herself that it was just because Naomi was drunk that she was doing this.
“No need to apologise, she’s cute.” The girl laughed, carrying on walking. Leaving Emily to grapple with Naomi.
“Hear that? I’m fucking cute! Shame you don’t think that, you big hussy.” Naomi growled, pushing Emily aggressively, staggering off in front again. Emily had to quicken her pace to catch up. “Get lost! You stink of sick!” Naomi moaned.
“Oh and I wonder why that is!” Emily sighed, directing Naomi down the road that would lead to her house. Digging in Naomi’s pocket to find her key, hoping that Gina would be in bed, or even better out of the house, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d explain this to her.
Hushing Naomi, Emily just about managed to get her upstairs. If Gina was in, she was certainly in a deep sleep, because Naomi was clattering round as loudly as she possibly could. Emily couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable Naomi looked when she was swaying around, grabbing hold of Naomi’s hand, Emily was finally able to get her upstairs and into Naomi’s room. Allowing Naomi to fall back onto the bed, Emily was desperate to get out of the sick stained top, pulling it over her head, Naomi was watching in awe.
“Nice rack” Naomi chuckled, licking her lips as she watched Emily standing in her bra, reaching around in Naomi’s drawer for a T-shirt to wear. There was no way she could leave Naomi tonight, she’d only worry about her if she went home.
“Fucking hell you’re drunk.” Emily sighed, pulling away as Naomi staggered over to her, reaching her hands up under the T-shirt that Emily had just put on, quivering slightly at the touch of Naomi’s hands on her skin.
“I love you, but you don’t love me so good.” Naomi whispered, shaking her head in disappointment. Leaning in to kiss Emily’s neck, knowing exactly the spots that would drive Emily insane.
“Of course I love you.” Emily muttered, fighting the growing excitement that was building as Naomi kissed her. Desperately reminding herself why she’d let Naomi go, they couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do this. “Come on you, time to sleep.”
“Why sleep? They’re so many other things we could be doing.” Naomi sighed, pushing herself up against Emily suggestively, bringing a hand between Emily’s legs, pushing against Emily’s jeans.
Emily groaned, finally giving in, kissing Naomi back. What was the point in fighting what was inevitable? Deepening the kiss, Emily was surprised to feel Naomi pull away abruptly.
“I’m going to throw up.” Naomi blurted out, Emily just about managing to direct Naomi to a wastepaper bin. So much for a night of passion, Emily thought, holding back Naomi’s hair.
It hadn’t taken long for Naomi to fall asleep after that, Emily had gotten her out of the dress she didn’t recognise, assumed it belonged to Effy, as she couldn’t imagine Naomi owning anything quite that risque. Tucking her into bed, Emily stroked back her hair, her heart bursting with love for the girl that slept peacefully in front of her. Settling into bed next to Naomi, Emily was perfectly aware of how bizarre this whole situation was, they’d only just split up and already they were back in bed together. Not that Emily wanted to be split up from Naomi, she’d never loved anyone like this before, didn’t think she ever would. But just knowing the agony her mother would put them both through, was enough for Emily to want to back away from Naomi. Fitfully, Emily eventually succumbed to tiredness, a million thoughts on her mind.
**
Naomi blinked awake, sunlight streaming through the window indicating it was morning. Her whole body was aching, her stomach cartwheeling as she desperately fought the desire to throw up. Just about managing to roll over, Naomi wasn’t shocked to see Emily asleep next to her, then remembering they’d split up, suddenly it was a shock that Emily was lying in bed with her, Naomi tried to remember what had happened last night, maybe this meant they were trying again.
“Ems?” Naomi croaked, reaching out to touch Emily’s face. Almost as if she was checking is she was really there. She felt dizzy with excitement, the possibility that everything with Emily was alright, that everything had been solved.
“If you’re going to be sick again, do it in the bucket.” Emily groaned, half asleep, she rolled over and fell back asleep.
“Emily wake up will you!” Naomi grunted, this time loud enough to shock Emily out of her deep slumber. Electricity as blue eyes met brown, the two girls just staring at each other from their respective sides of Naomi’s bed. “Did we...?” Naomi asked, cautiously spying the pile of clothes on the floor.
“No. We almost did, but you threw up instead.” Emily smiled, her heart beating faster as Naomi took her hand. Pulling herself closer, Emily was determined to carry on where they’d left things last night.
Emily dipped her head in to capture Naomi’s lips, deeply caressing them with her own. Pushing Naomi back, Emily was quickly straddling Naomi, clenching Naomi tightly between her legs. Hands roamed, kisses becoming messier, more passionate. Emily’s hands tugging at Naomi’s T-shirt, pulling it up over Naomi’s head.
“Wait... Wait!” Naomi muttered, flustered she just about managed to push Emily away from her. Emily sat, still on top of Naomi, trying to catch her breath, looking down at Naomi confused.
“What? Fucking hell Naomi.” Emily snapped, sexual frustration made her grumpy.
“I’m not a one night stand girl... Or morning.” Naomi smiled nervously, her hands taking hold of Emily’s, gripping tightly. It was incredibly just how strongly she felt, she really loved Emily, and waking up beside her had made everything feel so much better. She didn’t want to lose that now, she wanted Emily, forever.
“This is us Nai, its not like you’re fucking a stranger. What’s the problem?” Emily sighed, dipping her head to Naomi’s chest, placing delicate kisses on Naomi’s breasts. Making it incredibly difficult for Naomi to push her away, but somehow she found the strength to do so.
“What i’m saying is. If we have sex, that means we’re back together, right. I won’t let this happen if you’re going to keep up the stupid idea of us splitting up.” Naomi insisted, craning her neck to kiss Emily, but this time it was Emily who pulled away. Rolling off Naomi.
“I broke up with you for a reason.” Emily muttered, scooting as far over as she could, creating a chasm of awkwardness between her and Naomi.
“Not a fucking good reason if you’re back here trying to fuck me within a day.” Naomi snapped bitterly, sighing as she watched Emily flinch, knowing that Emily hated it when she got angry. Instead bringing herself over to Emily, tenderly kissing her. “I love you. I want to make love to you.” Naomi whispered, her voice filled with longing.
“If it’s meant to be. Fate will bring us back together, one day.” Emily promised, crawling out of bed, pulling on clothes apart from her top. She would have to borrow Naomi’s, there was no way she’d be putting her own back on.
“Fuck fate.” Naomi sighed, sinking back into her pillow as she watched Emily walk away, yet again.
“You don’t think there’s something going on there do you?” Cook asked, scratching his head, slightly confused. He’d never really seen JJ and Katie so much as talk, yet they’d been spending time together at school, and now they seemed pretty inseparable.
“JJ and Katie? Na, she wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a thing for Emily.” Freddie laughed, feeling sorry for his mate, falling for a lesbian was never a wise idea. Attempting to wrap his arm around Effy, Freddie pretended he wasn’t offended when she shrugged him off, the three of them making their way inside, in an attempt to defuse the awkwardness of the situation.
The living room was a complete mess, Freddie had to drag deeply on his spliff to relax himself enough not to care, Karen clearly didn’t give a damn, she was in the corner sucking face with some random guy with big muscles and a tank top. Freddie tried to make eye contact with Effy, but she didn’t even acknowledge him, opting instead to dance on her own. The party was in full swing, people were drinking, dancing, laughing, Thomas and Pandora were cuddled together in a corner, Pandora waving at them when they entered, but quickly turning her attention back to Thomas.
“Wanna dance babes?” Cook smiled, wrapping an arm around Katie’s waist. Pulling her in close, he could smell her perfume, an intoxicating smell that drove him wild. Katie was hot, he thought, maybe she could be the one to help him get over Effy. He could see Effy dancing, tried to push away all feelings for her, letting his hands slide down to Katie’s bottom, giving her a cheeky squeeze.
“Sure, keep your hands off my arse though, prick.” Katie teased, licking her lips, she let Cook guide her to the dancefloor, the two of them moving to the music. She had to admit, he was a good dancer, she could feel him grinding against her, enjoyed watching Freddie squirm, as if he had any right to be jealous.
“You didn’t say anything about keeping my hands off your tits though, did you Kit Kat?” Cook grinned, his palms gently teasing at Katie’s cleavage. Katie glared, but didn’t say a word, didn’t push him away.
JJ was trying to talk to Jodi, the minute she’d seen him she’d bounced over to him, continuing their conversation from the park. Talking animatedly, JJ poured them both a drink, smiling and laughing at the sweet blonde girl. But as lovely as she was, he couldn’t stop his eyes from straying to the dancefloor, he couldn’t understand it, but right now he had the greatest desire to punch Cook.
Katie noticed JJ in the corner, pleased at first that he was talking to the girl she’d set him up with, then suddenly, inexplicably, her heart started to ache. She tried to ignore the feeling, pulling herself closer to Cook instead, his masculine hands tracing patterns on her back, her body was responding, but her mind was elsewhere.
Jodi smiled, laughing at a joke JJ wasn’t even aware he’d made. Leaning up she kissed him lightly on the cheek, blushing the second her lips grazed his skin. Pulling back she couldn’t help but giggle nervously.
“You’re really sweet.” Jodi admitted, feeling for JJ’s hand, she slipped her own inside of his, linking their fingers. JJ’s own hand responding, squeezing back encouragingly.
Cook was kissing Katie’s neck, holding her close. Katie couldn’t shift her gaze from JJ though, couldn’t stop her eyes from focusing on his hand in Jodi’s. That aching in her heart getting worse. It suddenly got too much, the room was too much, she had to get away.
“I’m sorry Cook.” Katie rushed, kissing his cheek, she pulled away running out of the room. Heading outside to the garden, to Freddie’s shed, where she knew she’d be able to think straight.
She was relieved to find it empty, letting herself sink down on the sofa, steadying herself she tried to search her brain for some kind of explanation. Why had she reacted to JJ and Jodi like that? Surely it was a good thing, he was only a couple of lessons in and already he’d got the girl. Clearly she was a much better teacher than she’d first thought. Before she could dwell on her thoughts any further, the door creaked open, revealing the last person in the world she wanted to see.
“JJ... Interesting choice.” Effy interrupted the tranquility of the shed, resting awkwardly against the doorframe.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Katie snapped, jerking her head up to meet the eyes of the girl who’d tried to kill her. Expecting to see evil, but instead finding someone that was incredibly hard to hate, smiling at her.
“You like JJ. I saw the way you were looking at him, seeing him with that girl drove you insane.” Effy explained, pulling out a packet of cigarettes, offering them to Katie who refused, before bringing one out for herself.
“Fuck you Effy.” Katie grunted, narrowing her eyes at the girl in front of her. “What are you doing in here anyway? Shouldn’t you be fucking Freddie, after all the effort you put into winning him off me.”
“Ever found something isn’t quite worth the amount of effort you’ve put in?” Effy questioned, sitting down cautiously on the opposite end of the sofa to Katie. Playing with her bracelet, Effy felt almost embarrassed to admit that she’d destroyed everything, for nothing.
“Well, glad to know me getting a rock to the head was well worth it.” Katie snapped, her voice laced with sarcasm and fury, she could almost laugh at just how ridiculous this was. Effy had hurt her for Freddie, now she didn’t even want him.
“You’re not completely blameless over what happened that night.” Effy reminded her. “I seem to remember lots of slapping, spitting and hair pulling from you.” The haunting images of that night, played in both girls minds, like a projector, they were both watching the same movie.
“It’s called a fucking bitch fight, you shout at each other, get a bit rough... You don’t pull out a fucking rock Effy.” Katie yelled, finally letting herself get angry, noticing how Effy flinched as Katie moved towards her. “What? Scared I'm going to get my own back?”
“Katie, I want us to be friends again. I want to make this up to you.” Effy pleaded, she needed to stop the guilt, the guilt that had been haunting her since the night in the forest. Somehow she thought, if Katie forgave her, then maybe, just maybe, the images might go away.
“We were never friends in the first place.” Katie sighed, getting up and walking out the shed. There was only so much she could take, she couldn’t deal with Effy and her self pitying right now.
The cool air hit her suddenly, it was darker, Katie hadn’t thought she’d been in the shed very long at all. She guessed it was just the beating of her heart, so fast it made every second fly by.
“There you are!” JJ called, running across the garden to meet Katie. Katie felt her heart lurch, fuck maybe Effy was right. The bitch.
“Sorry, needed to get away. Thought you were busy with Jodi anyway, where is she?” Katie asked, shivering slightly as the coldness of the night started to take effect, relieved when JJ wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm.
“Had to go home, her mum has her under a strict curfew.” JJ explained, with a sweet smile. “Talking of curfews, how are you going to explain Emily being out to your mum?”
“Shit... I'll tell her that she and Naomi have split up, that way she won’t assume she’s with Naomi. Then I'll tell her she’s... Well, I guess I'll tell her she’s at yours.” Katie laughed, knowing that her mum would have far less of a problem with Emily staying at a boys house, than at Naomi’s.
“Ok. So she won’t have an issue with Emily staying at mine then?” JJ asked nervously, not really keen on the thought of Mrs. Fitch chasing him down the street. The one occasion he’d met the twins mother, well quite frankly he’d been terrified, he could definitely see where Katie got her scariness from.
“She won’t, dad might though. Unless I was there as well? If they think we’re both there, then they’ll be fine. Would it be alright if I stay at yours?” Katie stuttered, wanting to kick herself for sounding so bizarre, so desperate.
“Of course. You should give your mum a ring though, you don’t want her to worry.” JJ smiled, the pair of them walking across Freddie’s garden, JJ rubbing Katie’s arms to keep her warm. “Do you want to stay here any longer, or head home?”
“I’m pretty tired, we should head back. Maybe get some chips on the way home?” Katie laughed, walking off with JJ, completely oblivious to Cook who was standing in the garden watching them. Shrugging his shoulders, Cook made his way down to Freddie’s shed.
“Alright Peachy?” Cook smiled, spotting Effy alone in the shed.
**
“Look at that hedge, what is up with that? It’s so... Hedgey.” Naomi mumbled, swaying as she walked down the street, walking ahead of Emily who was desperately trying to clean off some of Naomi’s sick with a tissue.
“Not sure Nai. Don’t run off too far ahead.” Emily warned, feeling more like Naomi’s mother than her girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, right now.
“Wow, wow, wow. Look at her!” Naomi squealed, crossing the road to approach a girl who was walking along the pavement. Emily watched slightly astonished, as Naomi thrust her chest in the girls face. “Alright darling? How about you give me your number?”
“Fucking hell, sorry about her. She’s drunk.” Emily apologised, pulling Naomi away from the girl. Trying to fight the jealousy that was raging inside her, telling herself that it was just because Naomi was drunk that she was doing this.
“No need to apologise, she’s cute.” The girl laughed, carrying on walking. Leaving Emily to grapple with Naomi.
“Hear that? I’m fucking cute! Shame you don’t think that, you big hussy.” Naomi growled, pushing Emily aggressively, staggering off in front again. Emily had to quicken her pace to catch up. “Get lost! You stink of sick!” Naomi moaned.
“Oh and I wonder why that is!” Emily sighed, directing Naomi down the road that would lead to her house. Digging in Naomi’s pocket to find her key, hoping that Gina would be in bed, or even better out of the house, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d explain this to her.
Hushing Naomi, Emily just about managed to get her upstairs. If Gina was in, she was certainly in a deep sleep, because Naomi was clattering round as loudly as she possibly could. Emily couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable Naomi looked when she was swaying around, grabbing hold of Naomi’s hand, Emily was finally able to get her upstairs and into Naomi’s room. Allowing Naomi to fall back onto the bed, Emily was desperate to get out of the sick stained top, pulling it over her head, Naomi was watching in awe.
“Nice rack” Naomi chuckled, licking her lips as she watched Emily standing in her bra, reaching around in Naomi’s drawer for a T-shirt to wear. There was no way she could leave Naomi tonight, she’d only worry about her if she went home.
“Fucking hell you’re drunk.” Emily sighed, pulling away as Naomi staggered over to her, reaching her hands up under the T-shirt that Emily had just put on, quivering slightly at the touch of Naomi’s hands on her skin.
“I love you, but you don’t love me so good.” Naomi whispered, shaking her head in disappointment. Leaning in to kiss Emily’s neck, knowing exactly the spots that would drive Emily insane.
“Of course I love you.” Emily muttered, fighting the growing excitement that was building as Naomi kissed her. Desperately reminding herself why she’d let Naomi go, they couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do this. “Come on you, time to sleep.”
“Why sleep? They’re so many other things we could be doing.” Naomi sighed, pushing herself up against Emily suggestively, bringing a hand between Emily’s legs, pushing against Emily’s jeans.
Emily groaned, finally giving in, kissing Naomi back. What was the point in fighting what was inevitable? Deepening the kiss, Emily was surprised to feel Naomi pull away abruptly.
“I’m going to throw up.” Naomi blurted out, Emily just about managing to direct Naomi to a wastepaper bin. So much for a night of passion, Emily thought, holding back Naomi’s hair.
It hadn’t taken long for Naomi to fall asleep after that, Emily had gotten her out of the dress she didn’t recognise, assumed it belonged to Effy, as she couldn’t imagine Naomi owning anything quite that risque. Tucking her into bed, Emily stroked back her hair, her heart bursting with love for the girl that slept peacefully in front of her. Settling into bed next to Naomi, Emily was perfectly aware of how bizarre this whole situation was, they’d only just split up and already they were back in bed together. Not that Emily wanted to be split up from Naomi, she’d never loved anyone like this before, didn’t think she ever would. But just knowing the agony her mother would put them both through, was enough for Emily to want to back away from Naomi. Fitfully, Emily eventually succumbed to tiredness, a million thoughts on her mind.
**
Naomi blinked awake, sunlight streaming through the window indicating it was morning. Her whole body was aching, her stomach cartwheeling as she desperately fought the desire to throw up. Just about managing to roll over, Naomi wasn’t shocked to see Emily asleep next to her, then remembering they’d split up, suddenly it was a shock that Emily was lying in bed with her, Naomi tried to remember what had happened last night, maybe this meant they were trying again.
“Ems?” Naomi croaked, reaching out to touch Emily’s face. Almost as if she was checking is she was really there. She felt dizzy with excitement, the possibility that everything with Emily was alright, that everything had been solved.
“If you’re going to be sick again, do it in the bucket.” Emily groaned, half asleep, she rolled over and fell back asleep.
“Emily wake up will you!” Naomi grunted, this time loud enough to shock Emily out of her deep slumber. Electricity as blue eyes met brown, the two girls just staring at each other from their respective sides of Naomi’s bed. “Did we...?” Naomi asked, cautiously spying the pile of clothes on the floor.
“No. We almost did, but you threw up instead.” Emily smiled, her heart beating faster as Naomi took her hand. Pulling herself closer, Emily was determined to carry on where they’d left things last night.
Emily dipped her head in to capture Naomi’s lips, deeply caressing them with her own. Pushing Naomi back, Emily was quickly straddling Naomi, clenching Naomi tightly between her legs. Hands roamed, kisses becoming messier, more passionate. Emily’s hands tugging at Naomi’s T-shirt, pulling it up over Naomi’s head.
“Wait... Wait!” Naomi muttered, flustered she just about managed to push Emily away from her. Emily sat, still on top of Naomi, trying to catch her breath, looking down at Naomi confused.
“What? Fucking hell Naomi.” Emily snapped, sexual frustration made her grumpy.
“I’m not a one night stand girl... Or morning.” Naomi smiled nervously, her hands taking hold of Emily’s, gripping tightly. It was incredibly just how strongly she felt, she really loved Emily, and waking up beside her had made everything feel so much better. She didn’t want to lose that now, she wanted Emily, forever.
“This is us Nai, its not like you’re fucking a stranger. What’s the problem?” Emily sighed, dipping her head to Naomi’s chest, placing delicate kisses on Naomi’s breasts. Making it incredibly difficult for Naomi to push her away, but somehow she found the strength to do so.
“What i’m saying is. If we have sex, that means we’re back together, right. I won’t let this happen if you’re going to keep up the stupid idea of us splitting up.” Naomi insisted, craning her neck to kiss Emily, but this time it was Emily who pulled away. Rolling off Naomi.
“I broke up with you for a reason.” Emily muttered, scooting as far over as she could, creating a chasm of awkwardness between her and Naomi.
“Not a fucking good reason if you’re back here trying to fuck me within a day.” Naomi snapped bitterly, sighing as she watched Emily flinch, knowing that Emily hated it when she got angry. Instead bringing herself over to Emily, tenderly kissing her. “I love you. I want to make love to you.” Naomi whispered, her voice filled with longing.
“If it’s meant to be. Fate will bring us back together, one day.” Emily promised, crawling out of bed, pulling on clothes apart from her top. She would have to borrow Naomi’s, there was no way she’d be putting her own back on.
“Fuck fate.” Naomi sighed, sinking back into her pillow as she watched Emily walk away, yet again.