It's not that easy... Part Five
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Author: Itinerant Poet
Title: “It’s not that easy” - Part 5/?
Pairing: Naomi and Emily
Rating: M (for language and possible content later)
Disclaimer: I own nothing; this is just what happens in my mind sometimes
Summary: Is this the start of something?
Part Five
“Fuckety Fuck, Fuck” Naomi slammed the front door and leant back against the wood and glass frame.
“Alright love?” Houseguest number 53 popped his head around the door, teapot in hand.
“Yeah, just fucking fine, and you are?” Naomi bit back, letting her satchel fall off her shoulder and lay abandoned on the floor.
“Keith, and by the description that is circling around this lovely abode, you must be the delectable Naomi” He moved further around the door and offered his free hand to shake.
Naomi shook his hand and grabbed her bag, desperate to escape to the, hopefully, peaceful confines of her bedroom.
“Now we’ve been formally introduced, fancy a cuppa? You can dispel your woes upon me and we can turn that frown upside down” Keith beckoned into the kitchen with the teapot, his face beaming with a laugh that erupted from his comments.
“Keith, I am sure that you are a lovely man, but please, just fuck off” Naomi smiled a fake sweet smile, and threw her satchel over her shoulder and sprinted up the stairs, letting her bedroom door close gently behind her. She heard a muffled call up the stairs but chose to ignore it. She quickly scanned the room to check that there were no additional inhabitants that she didn’t know of, and when she found it clear of everyone but herself she let herself give in, and slide down the door, ending up as a crumpled heap on the bedroom floor.
“For Christ’s Sake” She said to no-one in particular, and as an additional exclamation mark she banged her head against the door. “Ow, Jesus” she cried, and then sighed, an earth ending sigh that seemed to consume her whole body.
As she lay against her door, concentrating on each breath, in and out, the sun appeared from behind the clouds that had been threatening all day and cast a sharp shot of light across her face.
* * *
Naomi closed her eyes for a second, and sighed, trying to gather her thoughts so she could work through this essay without drowning in her feelings. Before she could open her eyes again and concentrate on the words in front of her she felt Emily's lips crush against hers, their delicate velvet texture burning against her own. Before she could respond the contact she'd craved had gone and she was left gasping for air as her stomach back flipped and twisted in response.
* * *
After spending a few moments collecting her thoughts, and levelling out her breathing she pulled herself up from the floor and switched on a few of her desk lamps. Flicking one of the plugs on her wall the radio burst to life, startling her so that she tumbled over her chair. Recovering from the initial shock she noted that the radio was still tuned into a jazz station and wondered if the radio had read her mind. Sitting down she twirled around the room in the chair letting her feet push her around as they glanced off the desk and the cupboards.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she stopped twirling, and pulled herself into the desk. She sighed again and let her head fall into her hands. ‘Where to start, now, where to start.’ She thought to herself.
She spend the next 20 minutes scrabbling around to try and find the few colours pencils she kept in her drawer, it was inevitable that the only colours she could find were the grey and a bright orange, not the ones she was after. She snuck downstairs, hoping to run into no-one more important than the random cat the sometimes popped in for a visit. Instead, she found Keith, alone at the kitchen table humming to himself.
“Urm, hello Keith…” Naomi stuttered slightly, fully aware that she had been rather rude just a few minutes earlier.
“Ah Naomi, did you fancy that cuppa after all?” He looked hopefully up at her; the kettle made a whistling noise and switched off. “Perfect timing.”
“Yeah, I guess a cuppa wouldn’t do any harm, but first can I ask you something…?” Naomi twisted her fingers together and looked down at her untied shoe.
“Of course my dear, English breakfast ok?” Keith busied himself with the tea and set down two steaming cups on the kitchen table.
“If you are scared of something, do you face it, ignore it, or try and persuade yourself that you actually scared of something quite different to help?” Naomi picked up her cuppa and hid her face behind it, letting the steam rise up and clouds her view of her companion.
“Now, you have to accept that you are scared, tell people your scared, and then face it, without that you are going to regret everything, you only feel what you are meant to feel, nothing is just not right, love, its just got to be dealt with in the right order” Keith advised.
“Ok, thanks, and do you have any crayons?” Naomi smiled a little and let his advice sink in.
“I think there is a box of art stuff in the dresser over there, give it a whirl!” Keith smiled, blew on his tea and took a big gulp.
* * *
Naomi pressed down her skirt one last time, trying to iron out the creases that seemed to have appeared in the cycle over to the Fitch household. She scolded herself for caring so much. “Get a grip, you are only delivering the invitation. It’s not like it’s the date. Christ” she thought to herself.
The door opened and Katie appeared at the door, her skirt inches shorter that deemed reasonable and her left arm trailing seductively against the door frame.
“Oh, if it isn’t the little lezza come to perve on my sister” Katie laughed to herself, standing a little more upright she blocked the view into the rest of the house.
“Is Emily in, because if not I’m pretty sure I don’t need to be standing here having my eyes assaulted by what you are wearing, Katiekins” Naomi retorted with her fake sweet smile plastered across her face.
“Well, aren’t we feisty today, are your knickers in a twist about seeing the object of all your sexual fantasies?” Katie spat back, a devilish grin on her face, she could tell that she was winding her up and she enjoyed it.
As the argument developed neither of the girls noticed the red hair of Katie’s twin appear behind her, arms folded across her chest as she listened to the insults fly.
“Ah-hem!”Emily cleared her throat after Katie’s latest sparkling comment. “Do I get a say in this conversation or are you two just going to scrap right here on the driveway?” Emily smiled, glancing down at Naomi’s outfit, letting her eyes trail over the blonde girl’s body before catching her eye. Naomi’s face flushed red after she realised that Emily had been enjoying examining the girl that stood in front of her.
“Right well, Katiekins, this has been a delight, as always, but could I have a quick word with the better half of this delectable duo?” Naomi avoided Emily’s eyes as she said this, ‘compliments the day before a ‘date’ were probably normal in any other situation, but this was not a date, or in fact a normal situation‘, she kept telling herself’.
“Fine, yeah, whatever, Muff muncher” Katie spat out, with her wicked grin still plastered across her face, “Don’t go trying to shag my sister on the front porch yeah?” and with that final comment Katie disappeared into the house, leaving a blushing Naomi and Emily fiddling with their fingers in an obvious distraction technique.
“So, you came to see me, what can I do for you Miss Campbell? You’re not about to cancel on me are you, I’ve got my dress picked out and everything!” Emily started, it had been a few seconds since Katie left and she was worried that Naomi really had come to ruin her plans.
“What, no I just wanted to give you this,” Naomi handed Emily a small white envelope and turned to leave, hoisting her satchel back up onto her shoulder and began to push her bike out of the Fitch driveway.
“Oh, ok, thanks, I think” Emily’s face fell, crestfallen that the blonde girl hadn’t tried to stay and talk she watched her walk away.
“Just read it Emily, and I’ll see you on Friday” Naomi called over her shoulder, performing a postman flick over the saddle with her right leg as she cycled off down the street, casting a secret glance behind her as she did so, spotting the red haired girl still staring after her.
Emily opened up the white envelope and felt a small flutter begin to start in the base of her stomach; she let herself rest against the PVC door frame and sigh to herself.
Miss E Fitch, Please will you do me the honour of meeting me at 7pm on Friday, in a nice outfit (nothing to fancy) at the Tree in the middle of the park. All will become clear from there.
Naomi xIt was after Emily has read the message 3 more times that she noticed below the short note, doodled across the bottom of the page, was a group of trees, and two girls, both in skirts. And if you looked closely enough, you could see that they were almost holding hands.
‘Tomorrow was going to be interesting’, she thought, ‘definitely interesting’.
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I know I’m teasing you all by not jumping straight into the date but I really wanted to build up some more suspense and this scene just ninja wrote itself. Part 6 will be the date, and if you’re lucky there may even be a part 7!!
BTW... british citizens, go vote... or i hope that you have!!
Author: Itinerant Poet
Title: “It’s not that easy” - Part 5/?
Pairing: Naomi and Emily
Rating: M (for language and possible content later)
Disclaimer: I own nothing; this is just what happens in my mind sometimes
Summary: Is this the start of something?
Part Five
“Fuckety Fuck, Fuck” Naomi slammed the front door and leant back against the wood and glass frame.
“Alright love?” Houseguest number 53 popped his head around the door, teapot in hand.
“Yeah, just fucking fine, and you are?” Naomi bit back, letting her satchel fall off her shoulder and lay abandoned on the floor.
“Keith, and by the description that is circling around this lovely abode, you must be the delectable Naomi” He moved further around the door and offered his free hand to shake.
Naomi shook his hand and grabbed her bag, desperate to escape to the, hopefully, peaceful confines of her bedroom.
“Now we’ve been formally introduced, fancy a cuppa? You can dispel your woes upon me and we can turn that frown upside down” Keith beckoned into the kitchen with the teapot, his face beaming with a laugh that erupted from his comments.
“Keith, I am sure that you are a lovely man, but please, just fuck off” Naomi smiled a fake sweet smile, and threw her satchel over her shoulder and sprinted up the stairs, letting her bedroom door close gently behind her. She heard a muffled call up the stairs but chose to ignore it. She quickly scanned the room to check that there were no additional inhabitants that she didn’t know of, and when she found it clear of everyone but herself she let herself give in, and slide down the door, ending up as a crumpled heap on the bedroom floor.
“For Christ’s Sake” She said to no-one in particular, and as an additional exclamation mark she banged her head against the door. “Ow, Jesus” she cried, and then sighed, an earth ending sigh that seemed to consume her whole body.
As she lay against her door, concentrating on each breath, in and out, the sun appeared from behind the clouds that had been threatening all day and cast a sharp shot of light across her face.
* * *
Naomi closed her eyes for a second, and sighed, trying to gather her thoughts so she could work through this essay without drowning in her feelings. Before she could open her eyes again and concentrate on the words in front of her she felt Emily's lips crush against hers, their delicate velvet texture burning against her own. Before she could respond the contact she'd craved had gone and she was left gasping for air as her stomach back flipped and twisted in response.
* * *
After spending a few moments collecting her thoughts, and levelling out her breathing she pulled herself up from the floor and switched on a few of her desk lamps. Flicking one of the plugs on her wall the radio burst to life, startling her so that she tumbled over her chair. Recovering from the initial shock she noted that the radio was still tuned into a jazz station and wondered if the radio had read her mind. Sitting down she twirled around the room in the chair letting her feet push her around as they glanced off the desk and the cupboards.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she stopped twirling, and pulled herself into the desk. She sighed again and let her head fall into her hands. ‘Where to start, now, where to start.’ She thought to herself.
She spend the next 20 minutes scrabbling around to try and find the few colours pencils she kept in her drawer, it was inevitable that the only colours she could find were the grey and a bright orange, not the ones she was after. She snuck downstairs, hoping to run into no-one more important than the random cat the sometimes popped in for a visit. Instead, she found Keith, alone at the kitchen table humming to himself.
“Urm, hello Keith…” Naomi stuttered slightly, fully aware that she had been rather rude just a few minutes earlier.
“Ah Naomi, did you fancy that cuppa after all?” He looked hopefully up at her; the kettle made a whistling noise and switched off. “Perfect timing.”
“Yeah, I guess a cuppa wouldn’t do any harm, but first can I ask you something…?” Naomi twisted her fingers together and looked down at her untied shoe.
“Of course my dear, English breakfast ok?” Keith busied himself with the tea and set down two steaming cups on the kitchen table.
“If you are scared of something, do you face it, ignore it, or try and persuade yourself that you actually scared of something quite different to help?” Naomi picked up her cuppa and hid her face behind it, letting the steam rise up and clouds her view of her companion.
“Now, you have to accept that you are scared, tell people your scared, and then face it, without that you are going to regret everything, you only feel what you are meant to feel, nothing is just not right, love, its just got to be dealt with in the right order” Keith advised.
“Ok, thanks, and do you have any crayons?” Naomi smiled a little and let his advice sink in.
“I think there is a box of art stuff in the dresser over there, give it a whirl!” Keith smiled, blew on his tea and took a big gulp.
* * *
Naomi pressed down her skirt one last time, trying to iron out the creases that seemed to have appeared in the cycle over to the Fitch household. She scolded herself for caring so much. “Get a grip, you are only delivering the invitation. It’s not like it’s the date. Christ” she thought to herself.
The door opened and Katie appeared at the door, her skirt inches shorter that deemed reasonable and her left arm trailing seductively against the door frame.
“Oh, if it isn’t the little lezza come to perve on my sister” Katie laughed to herself, standing a little more upright she blocked the view into the rest of the house.
“Is Emily in, because if not I’m pretty sure I don’t need to be standing here having my eyes assaulted by what you are wearing, Katiekins” Naomi retorted with her fake sweet smile plastered across her face.
“Well, aren’t we feisty today, are your knickers in a twist about seeing the object of all your sexual fantasies?” Katie spat back, a devilish grin on her face, she could tell that she was winding her up and she enjoyed it.
As the argument developed neither of the girls noticed the red hair of Katie’s twin appear behind her, arms folded across her chest as she listened to the insults fly.
“Ah-hem!”Emily cleared her throat after Katie’s latest sparkling comment. “Do I get a say in this conversation or are you two just going to scrap right here on the driveway?” Emily smiled, glancing down at Naomi’s outfit, letting her eyes trail over the blonde girl’s body before catching her eye. Naomi’s face flushed red after she realised that Emily had been enjoying examining the girl that stood in front of her.
“Right well, Katiekins, this has been a delight, as always, but could I have a quick word with the better half of this delectable duo?” Naomi avoided Emily’s eyes as she said this, ‘compliments the day before a ‘date’ were probably normal in any other situation, but this was not a date, or in fact a normal situation‘, she kept telling herself’.
“Fine, yeah, whatever, Muff muncher” Katie spat out, with her wicked grin still plastered across her face, “Don’t go trying to shag my sister on the front porch yeah?” and with that final comment Katie disappeared into the house, leaving a blushing Naomi and Emily fiddling with their fingers in an obvious distraction technique.
“So, you came to see me, what can I do for you Miss Campbell? You’re not about to cancel on me are you, I’ve got my dress picked out and everything!” Emily started, it had been a few seconds since Katie left and she was worried that Naomi really had come to ruin her plans.
“What, no I just wanted to give you this,” Naomi handed Emily a small white envelope and turned to leave, hoisting her satchel back up onto her shoulder and began to push her bike out of the Fitch driveway.
“Oh, ok, thanks, I think” Emily’s face fell, crestfallen that the blonde girl hadn’t tried to stay and talk she watched her walk away.
“Just read it Emily, and I’ll see you on Friday” Naomi called over her shoulder, performing a postman flick over the saddle with her right leg as she cycled off down the street, casting a secret glance behind her as she did so, spotting the red haired girl still staring after her.
Emily opened up the white envelope and felt a small flutter begin to start in the base of her stomach; she let herself rest against the PVC door frame and sigh to herself.
Miss E Fitch, Please will you do me the honour of meeting me at 7pm on Friday, in a nice outfit (nothing to fancy) at the Tree in the middle of the park. All will become clear from there.
Naomi xIt was after Emily has read the message 3 more times that she noticed below the short note, doodled across the bottom of the page, was a group of trees, and two girls, both in skirts. And if you looked closely enough, you could see that they were almost holding hands.
‘Tomorrow was going to be interesting’, she thought, ‘definitely interesting’.
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I know I’m teasing you all by not jumping straight into the date but I really wanted to build up some more suspense and this scene just ninja wrote itself. Part 6 will be the date, and if you’re lucky there may even be a part 7!!