Fic: Tiny Tiger - Katie/Naomi
Title: Tiny Tiger
Pairing: Katie/Naomi
Rating: NC-17 for swearing and DILDO ACTION
Word count: 5000
Summary: Naomi buys Katie a present. Sort of.
A/N: This doesn't have anything to do with IKS. Probably. This was written for Someone and prompted by something I can't link to at the moment... FFS. And it's porn! So don't read at work (or during lunch with your mother - WTF dude!! <3).
It had only been a hint, really. Perhaps not even that and, well, usually Naomi’s a bit dense when it comes to figuring these things out so when she texts Katie with a rather cryptic message about freeing up her evening and asking her to come over as soon as possible, Katie has no fucking clue what to expect.
The other times, though, when Katie had been invited round, she had always taken a deliberately long time getting ready. Now that she was fucking a girl on a regular basis there were things she was more aware of, like keeping her nails trimmed and filed and buying stronger scented body-wash because if Naomi was going to have her head down there for extended periods of time Katie might as well keep the aroma pleasant for as long as she could.
Naomi, however, had taken a little more time to understand that just because they both knew what it was like to be a girl it didn’t mean that not shaving your legs had suddenly become acceptable.
Katie had been rubbing her leg up against stubble one morning when she snapped.
“For fuck’s sake - don’t you ever shave your fucking legs?”
Naomi had stopped moving then and Katie felt the arm around her shoulders stiffen.
“Well, yes. Of course I do, just not every other day.”
“Well it’s fucking scratchy, all right? Jesus.”
“And what? When you were fucking Freddie did you tell him to shave all the time?”
Katie sighed and turned over so she was facing Naomi who had her lips pursed and was boring a hole in the ceiling with her gaze.
“I thought we’d stopped talking about Freddie, for fuck’s sake. Look, right - give me your fucking hand.” Katie held her own out above the duvet and Naomi slapped her own into it a bit too forcefully.
Katie knew that Naomi could feel her glaring but, really, she was almost used to having to drill points into her with brute force so she counted to five in her head and carried on.
Pulling both their hands underneath the covers, Katie placed Naomi’s on top of her leg.
“Feel that, right - smooth, yeah?” Katie said, running both their hands up and down her calf, Naomi’s limp at first but then relaxed into it as she turned to face Katie.
Naomi was trying not to smile then; Katie could see the way her lips were twitching, trying to keep her bitch hat on. It never stayed that way for long though these days - not when Katie was so close and naked and there were better things they could be doing.
“Okay?” Katie had asked followed by a nod from Naomi. “Now, feel yours.”
Katie moved their hands over to Naomi’s leg so she could feel the bristles and Naomi (predictably) rolled her eyes.
“See?” Katie asked. “It’s just nicer to feel when you’re smooth, yeah? I’m all for, like, feminism - just not when it’s scratching the fuck out of my legs.”
Naomi shook her head but she was smiling now.
“Fine, you fucking philistine, I’ll shave before you come round next time.”
“Thanks babes, and I promise not to, like, whinge all the way through the next fucking Panorama you make me watch.”
Naomi nodded into a kiss before breaking away, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, hon.”
Katie kissed her through a laugh; rolling on top of her as it deepened and kissing a line round to her ear. “How about I make one that I can keep right now, yeah?”
It had worked, that time. And the next time Katie had been sliding Naomi’s skirt down her legs she stopped to run her hands up them teasingly slowly before thanking her properly. Several times.
****
Tonight, though, as Katie’s applying moisturiser to her own legs and singing along to some naff CD that Naomi made her for her birthday (that she secretly loved), she’s not quite sure what point she needs to prove to Naomi this time.
She thinks back over the last few days and wonders what conversations they’ve had which Naomi might feel the need to bring up again.
Naomi does this thing where, like, sometimes she’s totally flummoxed by things that Katie says about fashion or music and makes a big show of not caring about any kind of trivial shit like that when really she’s just embarrassed for not knowing stuff.
Katie laughed at her once, and then learned to regret it when Naomi just fucking sulked for the rest of the evening, making the Quorn burger they were having even more of a waste of time.
So now she just lets it slide, which invariably results in Naomi finally figuring out what Katie was talking about and imparting her knowledge in a less than subtle way just to prove, again, how fucking clever she really is.
It makes Katie love her just a little bit more though, that she cares enough to bother to learn about something she’d never had an interest in before they got together.
****
It’s quite late by the time she actually gets to Naomi’s because the fuse went on her hair straighteners and was she fuck going to go out with kinks at the end of her hair. She’d grown out of that look fucking ages ago and it reminded her too much of a time she wanted to forget.
There’s a lot about Katie that’s different now, she thinks as she holds onto the rail on the bus as she lowers herself off the step and down to the ground, her thank you lost in her throat as she turns round to catch the driver checking out her arse.
Old Katie probably would have winked at him just for him appreciating how fucking tight her buns were but, now, she doesn’t need anyone else’s validation and flips him off, watching the smile drop from his face before she struts off towards Naomi’s house.
****
She checks her make-up in her pocket mirror before popping it back into her bag and ringing the door-bell.
Gina answers with a smile and pulls Katie in by her arm before she gets a chance to speak.
“Oh thank Christ you’re here, sweetheart,” she says as Katie nearly stumbles on her heels and they hear Naomi’s door creak open.
Gina leans a little closer to Katie’s ear and says lowly, “She’s been in a right fucking state ever since the post came this morning. She’s not been expecting bad news has she?”
Katie scrunches her brow together and shifts her bag further up on her shoulder.
“I - what?” she starts, but then Naomi is there.
“Jesus mum, why didn’t you tell me she was here? For fuck’s sake.”
“She’s only just got here sweetheart,” Gina says far too coolly for someone who’s just been sworn at by her daughter. She’s used to it now though, Katie figures. And, besides, it’s not Gina she’s really worried about right now.
Katie watches her back away, mouthing Good luck, as Naomi takes her hand and pulls her upstairs.
****
Her bedroom is dimly lit, as usual, and it’s not until they’re in it with the door shut that Naomi turns around and smiles, leans in for a kiss.
The one Katie returns isn’t really as nice as it should have been and clearly not the one Naomi had been expecting and she leans back but keeps her hands on Katie’s shoulders.
‘What’s wrong? I should be the one pissy with you for taking so long - does ‘as soon as possible’ not mean anything to you?”
And, she never helps herself, does Naomi. She gets sometimes that being nice to Katie when she’s in a shit mood helps but most of the time she’s fighting fire with fire and Katie’s always been horribly flammable.
“Okay - like, one, I came as soon as it was fucking possible, you gormless twat. Like I’d fucking keep you waiting on purpose.”
Naomi looks at her sheepishly and shoves her hands in her pockets.
“Right, thank you. And secondly - if you had bad fucking news you could have at least hinted at it in your message because, like, I’ve fucking got all dressed up, yeah? And I’ve used that cucumber stuff that you like and I don’t so if you’re just going to - “
Naomi cuts her off with a kiss and she thinks to object for all of second before relaxing into it.
They’re at a nice height, really, for kissing. Katie keeps her shoes on most of the time so it makes them almost level and Naomi feels less like she’s kissing a dwarf.
It’s soft and slow as all their kisses have been ever since they realised they had time to do it like that. No one was around any more to remind them that they had a time limit on this thing between them and it made for lazy evenings making love or talking shit or touching just for the hell of it.
Katie remembers though, that she’s meant to be angry, but when she pulls away and Naomi’s biting her bottom lip and looking at her with her head dipped. She sighs away her anger then and tugs on the top of Naomi’s jeans to pull their hips closer together.
“Not bad news, then?” she says as Naomi shakes her head and, she hates it when she jumps to conclusions because it makes her feel stupid again. There was never any point, though, trying to be clever around the world’s biggest know it all.
“What made you think it was, babe?” Naomi says as she pulls Katie’s palm up to her mouth and kisses it slowly.
“Your mum hinted that you might have been going a bit mental since the post came. I just thought you’d had a letter back from - “
“Ah,” Naomi says, threading their fingers together and dropping them to her side. “No, not yet. You know I promised to ring you when that happens, Kay.”
Katie nods and feels like she’s ruined the mood a little bit just by not trusting.
She hasn’t even realised she’s dropped her head until Naomi’s nudging her chin back up and kissing her again lightly.
“Fuck that now, though. Do you want to know why I actually wanted you to come over tonight?”
Katie tries not smile as Naomi raises her eyebrows. “Does it involve me doing something other with my mouth than saying really fucking stupid stuff?”
“Let’s see,” Naomi says with another kiss and leads Katie over to the bed.
****
Her first impulse is to burst out laughing, so she does.
“Jesus fucking Christ, babes. That’s, like… I don’t even know what that is. Fuck knows why it’s called a Tiny Tiger - that’s leopard print, yeah?”
Naomi looks less than pleased and Katie remembers that she’s basically been bouncing off the walls since it arrived and decides to be a little nicer.
“Don’t you like it? I kind of… well, I thought it was perfect actually,” she says sulkily, reaching over to try and take it back from Katie, who snatches it away from her before she can get to it.
“Wait, I didn’t say I didn’t like it, babes. It’s just… why did you get this?”
Naomi sighs and does that thing with her tongue where it looks like she’s not sure that speaking will help anything but knows that she’s going to have to.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
And suddenly it’s Katie’s fault that she’s holding a pink vibrator covered in leopard print and wondering why the fuck she’d want something like this when Naomi has long fingers for a girl and always always hits the right spot.
“Babes,” Katie says, taking one of Naomi’s hands in her free one. “If there’s a chance that we talked about this when I was hammered or, like, trying to recover from a fucking good fingering, then you know I won’t have any fucking recollection of it, and both of those instances are highly likely.”
She knows she’s got Naomi, really. There’s nothing like pandering to her eternal sense of pride about her ability to give Katie a right good fucking. And, well, Katie didn’t even need to embellish - every single time was incredible and every single time she told Naomi so.
“Well… it was the first, actually. We were talking about it with Effy a few weeks ago. And she was snorting into her vodka when you mentioned that you’d never used a vibrator before.”
“Oh…” Katie said, cheeks flushing pink as she recalled the conversation.
It hadn’t been fair really, because she wasn’t aware there was some kind of rule that meant that she had to be completely up to date on all the things that lesbians did together by the time she was nineteen. Not that she was a lesbian or anything but, still - whatever. She had never seen it as a problem.
So when Effy basically called her a Neanderthal and suggested that she was technologically inept she had almost left the room, had been pushing up off the ground until Naomi put a hand on her lower back and whispered in her ear something about how they would prove to each other later that they didn’t need that sort of thing.
She must have forgotten about it then, lost in steady stream of drunken kisses that always began and ended with an ‘I love you’ whispered up against her lips and an arm around her waist that was more reassuring than any amount of words could ever be.
“It’s okay,” Naomi says, snapping her out of her reverie. “We don’t have to use it… I just thought that…”
“Babes,” Katie smiles and Naomi turns to her, with the beginnings of a smile of her own. “You were right. It’s perfect. Stop being a sulky twat, yeah, and pass me the scissors?”
****
By the time Naomi’s sliding Katie’s thong down her thighs and crawling back up with kisses that line the inside of her leg, Katie’s as wet as she’s ever been.
Naomi’s just so fucking good at it - all of it. The soft touches that trail across her stomach and up to her breasts, and the gentle sucking at her neck as Naomi finally puts some pressure on her nipple as it hardens under her fingers.
There have been times where Katie had been convinced she was going to come just from being touched like that and (well, she’s heard that that’s true but finds it pretty fucking hard to believe, really) when Naomi presses down on her clit she comes so quickly that it leaves them both breathless.
Tonight, Naomi’s made her way back up Katie’s body and they’re snogging pretty heavily. It makes Katie’s mind go blank sometimes, the way Naomi kisses her, but she’s got it somewhere in there that fingers aren’t all she’s getting tonight as she remembers the Tiny Tiger.
Pulling away, she notes the swollen look of Naomi’s lips and bites her own.
“So then,” she starts, dragging her nails down Naomi’s spine. “You gonna know how to use this thing? Cos, like, I’m practically throbbing now, babes.”
“Ah, well. Yes and no. I mean, I read the reviews…” she trails off as Katie’s planting delicate kisses down her neck.
“And?”
“Reviews were all good but, really, I think,” Naomi moans as Katie sucks at her skin. “Christ, Kay - we might not even get round to it at this rate.”
“Really?” Katie teases, and wonders when she took control of this.
She moved her hand down Naomi’s back and over her arse before sliding it round to the front to dip one finger just inside Naomi’s girly boxers.
Every time, it doesn’t matter that she just knows but every time she has to stifle a gasp when she feels how wet Naomi is. For her. It’s all just for Katie, now.
“Well… looks like you might be going first, then…” Katie murmurs, sliding her hand down lower and dipping two fingers further into Naomi’s wetness.
“No…”Naomi says, snapping back to her senses. “No way. This is - I bought it for you, so… let me, yeah?”
She could never say no - not really, not when Naomi’s reached down too and is sliding her fingers past Katie’s clit and reminding her of why she was there in the first place.
“Ok babes. But don’t think you’re getting off that easy, yeah?”
Naomi grins and leans over to her bedside table where the dildo’s waiting.
“God - we surveyed one person,” Naomi smirks, mocking Katie. “She said ‘I’d like one that’s pink with leopard print on it - they make those, yeah?’” And then laughs when Katie swats at her arm.
“Fuck off. Look, you’re the one who bought it, yeah?”
“How could I not?” Naomi says, holding it out in front of them and they watch as it glistens in the light. “It was basically made for you.”
Katie snorts and snatches it out of Naomi’s hands.
“I dunno - look at it. I mean, it’s not exactly large is it?”
“Nope,” Naomi says, and rolls on top of Katie, her hair falling down over her shoulders as she kisses shoulder. “It’s a little one for my little one.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you twat.” Katie laughs. “I think you need to make this sexier, like, right fucking now.”
“Okay, in that case,” Naomi says, leaning up to look Katie in the eye. “Katie, I’m going to fuck you hard and slow. And when you ask me to go faster I won’t because I want you to feel everything I’m about to do to you and you’re going to come for me, so hard, like you always do. How’s that?”
“Yeah,” Katie swallows and blinks a few times while Naomi hovers over her, biting her lip. “Yeah, that’s much better.”
Naomi kisses her once more, whispers an ‘I love you’ against Katie’s lips as she reaches down in between them with the dildo in her hand.
****
The pressure against her clit is weird at first. It’s kind of cold and hard and not at all like the warm and clever fingers that are usually pushed against her, and she’s not sure she likes it.
But, Naomi’s still with her, kissing across her collar-bone as she moves the dildo round in a circle, or as much of a circle as it can manage. It doesn’t seem like what it’s supposed to be doing, though, and what it’s doing now is no match for what Naomi can do with her fingers or tongue.
“Hey… I think I want it inside now, babe.” Katie says, trying not to sound bored.
And it had started to feel a little bit unsexy but Naomi’s just changed all that with the look that’s in her eyes and Katie’s surprised to see it, how much Naomi wants this.
“You haven’t used one of these before either, have you?” Katie asks and Naomi shakes her head. “Right, well, something I’ve just learned - and like, don’t get a fucking big head about this yeah? But I prefer your fingers doing that so put it inside me and then, like, touch my clit a different way.”
“God, it feels right fucking clinical now, doesn’t it?” Naomi huffs, but doesn’t stop smiling as she slides the thing down lower until it’s just pushing lightly at Katie’s entrance.
“Look, we can either fucking stumble through this blindly or - oh Christ.”
Katie tilts her head forward so it’s touching Naomi’s as she slides the dildo inside and, actually, yeah - that’s much better.
“It’s a fucking good thing you get wet so easily, Kay. Jesus, it just slid right in - I barely had to do anything.” Naomi breathes as Katie leans in for a kiss.
“Ugh, you really are a silly twat, aren’t you? I don’t just get wet easily. It’s you, for fuck’s sake. You do this to me.”
Naomi groans against her mouth and must push a little harder because it’s hitting something now.
But, then - it’s not doing much else. And yeah, it’s nice, but usually once something’s inside her Katie can feel it moving, and when it’s Naomi’s fingers they’re curling up and they feel real and they’re part of them and what they’re doing.
Naomi’s still kissing her but she must be able to tell that something’s just not happening so she pulls away with a sigh.
“It’s rubbish, isn’t it? You’re not even moving your hips. Shall I take it out and we can do this the old fashioned way?”
And it’s just the defeated look on Naomi’s face that makes her say no. Naomi went to the effort of getting this for her and she’s been excited about it all day and it just seems mean to take all of that away from her without even trying.
“How about you, like, go down there and figure it out, yeah?”
“Sure?” Naomi asks and pecks Katie on the nose when she nods and moves to settle between her legs.
“Oh,” Naomi starts and Katie looks down to see what’s wrong and Naomi’s biting her lip with her eyes wide, and Katie can see the base of it sticking out of her with Naomi’s fingers holding onto it lightly.
“What?” Katie asks, voice strained.
“Nothing it’s just… fuck me, this is hotter than I thought it would be.”
Katie watches, then, as Naomi looks down quizzically before sliding the dildo back inside Katie and there it is - that connection she was missing. Soon, her hips are bucking with the movement of it and Naomi’s pushing it in and pulling it out at a dangerously slow pace.
“Oh,” Katie whimpers. “Oh, that’s fucking good.”
Her eyes have closed tightly now but she can imagine the look on Naomi’s face, all eager and proud and wanting. It’s enough to make her slide her hand down her stomach so she can touch herself while Naomi’s pressing it into her with a little more force.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Naomi says breathily from between Katie’s thighs and Katie can tell that she’s bowed her head a little lower.
She must be able to see everything, Katie thinks, and can’t wait to use it on Naomi later.
It’s all so slow though, and lovely, but it’s going somewhere, so Katie’s surprised when Naomi suggests turning it on.
“What? Oh right,” she says, slowing her hand but keeping her clit nestled between her fingers. “Yeah, yeah - why not? Might as well get the full use out of it, right?”
“I saw the switch earlier,” Naomi mumbles before there’s a click and the fucking thing jerks into life. “Jesus fucking Christ! That’s so loud.”
And it’s shocked Katie too, so she’s sat up a little on her elbows and is staring down at Naomi like she’s retarded. “For fuck’s sake, you goon - turn the fucking thing off! Jesus, I bet the fucking neighbours can hear that.”
It takes another second but it’s switched off and the room seems oddly still without it on.
“Oh my God, that just about gave me a heart attack,” Katie mutters as she lies back down. “Okay, next time we try that with music on, yeah? Jesus.”
Naomi laughs and kisses the inside of her thigh. “Not totally put off then?”
“No… I mean, I was too busy panicking like fuck but… it felt all right for a second there.”
“All right,” Naomi grins and settles again. “Shall we carry on?”
“God, please - I’m still fucking dying here, babes.”
Naomi puts the pressure back on and kisses her way from Katie’s thigh down to her cunt, and presses her lips against Katie’s clit through her fingers.
Katie goes to move them but Naomi shakes her head and hums against it. “No, hold it there for me.”
Katie groans as Naomi’s tongue flicks across the top of her clit where it’s just peeking out between her fingers and then pushes the dildo into her a little harder than before.
It still slow but there’s something behind it now, more of a need, and Katie grinds down onto the thing between her legs and Naomi tilts it up and it’s just right.
“Oh Jesus - fuck,” Katie cries out as Naomi starts to move it a little faster, every time pushing back onto the same spot, the right spot, as she laps at Katie’s clit.
Naomi hums against her and Katie remembers that she has a free hand and twists it into Naomi’s hair and the resulting whimper makes Katie just that little bit wetter.
“That okay, yeah?” Naomi mumbles and Katie answers by pushing herself down, and, Christ, she wishes it was fucking bigger but it’s going to have to do and it doesn’t matter anyway because Naomi’s got the flat of her tongue against Katie’s clit and the thing is still hitting the right spot.
She feels it, then, in the pit of her belly and lower, much lower, as she loses control of her hips and they start bucking wildly into Naomi’s mouth and down onto the dildo that Naomi’s doing a really fucking good job of pushing into her and it’s just perfect how Naomi whispers, “Come for me, Katie,” right before she does in a series of short, shallow breathes that do nothing for her lungs but get the point across that that was actually fucking good.
****
Naomi’s managed to bring Katie down from it as she slides the dildo out with ease and rests it on the bed just to the side of them.
She’s back up at Katie’s side and kissing her neck while her breathing steadies itself.
“Christ that was fucking good babes,” Katie says and feels Naomi kiss her forehead through her fringe.
“Yeah?” Naomi doesn’t sound convinced so Katie twists her head to look at her.
“What? Didn’t you think so?”
“No, I did. And you looked fucking hot, really. But… I dunno, I kind of felt like it took something away from it, you know? Not being able to do that with my fingers. To, like, feel as you… you know.”
It was quite touching then, really, how Naomi felt like it wasn’t enough just to make Katie come. She wanted to feel everything and, yeah, Katie got that. But it better not mean that they weren’t ever going to use it again.
“Right, well. Just so you know? It felt fucking awesome, so don’t worry, yeah?”
She nuzzles against Naomi’s nose as they pull their bodies closer towards each other.
“Does that mean, then,” Katie asks quietly. “That you don’t want a go?”
“Do you want me to want a go?” Naomi counters, raising an eyebrow.
Katie rolls her eyes at her. “For fuck’s sake, can you ever just answer a fucking question?”
“Sorry,” Naomi mutters, running her hands down the small of Katie’s back and cupping her arse. “Yeah, I kind of do actually.”
“Good,” Katie smirks before pulling away. “Roll over.”
“What?” Naomi asks, surprised. But the gleam in her eye isn’t lost on Katie.
“You heard.”
Naomi blinks once but then complies, pushing up onto her elbows as Katie takes another fresh wipe thing out of the open packet and cleans the dildo off.
She’s seen movies, and it kind of feels like she might be cleaning a gun, and smirks to herself as she imagines for a moment what it would be like to be a gangster.
It doesn’t feel like a weapon though but Katie thinks that it could be just as deadly if used properly.
“You okay babes?” Naomi asks, and Katie crawls a bit closer on her knees so she can use them to spread to Naomi’s legs apart.
“I am now,” Katie gulps as she presses the dildo against Naomi’s cunt and waits for her to push back.
“You can touch yourself, babes,” Katie says, her eyes trained on the pink of it slowly disappearing inside a shuddering Naomi and, God, this way round is much better.
Naomi sighs as her fingers find her clit and Katie pushes the dildo all the way in.
“Oh fucking hell,” Naomi manages and Katie finds that the grip on the thing from this angle is clearly much better.
She steadies herself with a hand on Naomi’s arse and, while Naomi had had some ridiculous notion about keeping everything slow, Katie has no such desire and begins moving it in and out of Naomi quickly.
Naomi’s so easy to figure out and when she really lets go it’s one of the sexiest things Katie has ever seen, and here she is, playing with her own clit as Katie fucks her from behind.
She wants to touch herself again, but she’s worried that if she does they’ll both keel over and this time it’s about Naomi and Katie wants to give as good as Naomi gave.
“You like that, yeah?” Katie asks as Naomi’s knees start to tremble beneath them.
“Yeah, yeah, I really fucking do… Oh Christ.”
And all it takes from Katie is another few firm nudges for Naomi’s breath to quicken and her hips to become firmer in their pushes and then she’s coming for Katie, hard and fast, and just the way she likes it.
Katie pushes it into her more slowly a few times before she’s sure Naomi’s done, and then pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the floor.
Naomi slumps down on her front, seconds later, and Katie joins her.
“That was fucking good, actually,” Naomi mumbles into her pillow and Katie can’t help the satisfied smirk that she’s wearing.
“Told you babes. Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.”
“Everything once, right?”
“Huh?” Katie asks and Naomi blinks her eyes open.
“Nothing babes, just… I’m glad we did that.”
“Good,” Katie says and kisses Naomi’s shoulder. “Me too.”
They’re quiet for a few moments before Naomi snakes a hand over Katie’s waist again and nuzzles against her neck.
“Kay?” Naomi says, and Katie responds with an airy, “Hmm?”
“Want to go again?”
Katie looks at her and she’s suddenly alert again and grinning.
They’re both diving over the side of the bed grappling for it only moments later. Katie’s not sure who’s winning when Naomi jostles her away from it but can only assume that, this time, it’s both of them.