Fic: Ailing Hearts and Criminal Eyes - Emily/Naomi
Title: Ailing Hearts and Criminal Eyes
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3750
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me
Summary: After the lockers bit in Ep9 - THIS IS PORN!! Basically. Although apparently not just porn according to some of you so <3 for that A/N: This is for and because of and betaed by immortality .
Naomi’s pulling Emily away and there are still a fuckload of people coming round the corner so they keep going. They make it all the way to the bikesheds and there’s no one around so Naomi pulls Emily inside and pushes her against the wall and kisses her, like before at the lockers but with a lot less urgency and a fuckload more passion. Like it can be deep but not fast, more consuming.
Emily breaks away and they stop to look at each other, breathing heavily.
“My house?” Naomi asks quietly, and Emily just sort of nods dumbly, because there’s a bunch of stuff she knows they need to talk about but, fuck, Naomi’s just snogged her twice and she’s already started to get wet.
Naomi smiles at her then, and it looks like a bit of the nervousness has started to creep back in now that she’s stopped kissing Emily, and Emily thinks it’s kind of nice in a way that at least that’s something Naomi’s sure about. Naomi knows that it feels good, Emily can tell, and that’s about as much as she can manage right now. It’s fine, because that’s all Emily ever wanted, really.
They haven’t done it before but Naomi says that she thinks she can handle it so she shrugs off her bag and Emily takes it with an even smaller smile than Naomi had worn moments ago and puts it over her own shoulder. Naomi straddles the bike-frame and waits for Emily to climb onto the seat behind her.
“Okay?” Naomi asks, and when she hears nothing she turns her head to the side. “Em?”
“Sorry hon, I just… I nodded. But yeah, fine.”
“Okay, well... hold on then,” Naomi says as she pushes away, and Emily does.
****
It’s a slightly fucking dangerous journey even after Naomi stops wobbling about all over the place and works out a sort of rhythm and balance that Emily sort of likes. But it’s still far too scary and works as a distraction from the way that just touching Naomi’s waist like this and the bumps that she’s getting from the saddle are making her wet again.
It’s nice, in a way. But Emily wishes that they had a better mode of transport, really. But that’s there’s not actually much point in thinking that if Naomi’s fucking off to Cyprus or wherever the fuck she’s decided to go to.
Emily has to forget it though; forget that Naomi was walking away from her, because soon they’re skidding to a stop outside Naomi’s house and Emily’s sliding off the seat.
(She almost wants to check that she really, seriously hasn’t just actually slid off the seat because it fucking felt like that, but she thinks that if she draws attention to it it’ll only be embarrassing.)
Naomi’s off the bike and pushing it up the drive and Emily’s following, still with both their bags. It’s a little different, now. Like they’ve managed to calm a little from their frantic kissing back at college, and it’s almost like they’re about to fucking sit down and do some homework or something, so Emily’s not quite sure what to expect.
After they’re inside the front door, though, Naomi does a good job in reminding them that this has fuck all to do with literature as she’s throwing her bag to the ground and Emily’s kicking off her heels and she’s kissing Emily again gently, like she’d been dying for her ever since they stopped, like she couldn’t wait even a few more seconds.
It throws Emily completely, that Naomi’s now so completely in charge of this. Emily thinks back and remembers that, actually, Naomi started taking charge of this fucking ages ago. Since the time they kissed at Panda’s Naomi’s always been the one to initiate and it makes Emily’s stomach drop to realise it as Naomi’s kissing her way down Emily’s neck and Emily’s tilting her head back and… shouldn’t they really be upstairs?
She asks Naomi as much and Naomi brings her eyes back up to meet Emily’s and they’re kind of hooded, like that time in the forest, right after Emily reached forward and took Naomi’s jumper off. It was like she was exposed, that time - that she’d let a tiny piece of herself come away in Emily’s hands. Only this time, they were still fully clothed and what she’d given Emily was much more than a layer of fabric.
Emily knew she’d gotten under Naomi’s skin this time. And it means that Emily doesn’t give a fuck about clothing anymore.
She kisses Naomi softly and Naomi seems to melt under her and it’s then that Emily knows she’s got her, that the softer kisses mean more than the fast, bruising ones, and Naomi’s right there with her, now.
Pulling away, Naomi whimpers, and Emily has to try really fucking hard not to look smug, but it is kind of brilliant, that she’s back here in Naomi’s house. Invited, this time. Welcome and wanted.
Naomi takes Emily’s hand, and a step back, and leads them up the stairs. And it’s there, when they get to Naomi’s room, that Emily realises that this is that thing she’s wanted it to be. It makes her really fucking frightened that the last time she thought Wow, we’re making love Naomi had upped and left her while she slept so she tries to put it out of her head and focus on the fact that Naomi’s really not smiling anymore and is unbuttoning Emily’s top, biting her own lip in concentration.
And Emily almost doesn’t want it to feel as good as this; not when she thinks this might be the last time. Not when Naomi’s still pulling away.
But then, if it is the last time, she might as well make the most of it, and she gives herself to Naomi and watches as Naomi takes in the curve of her breasts underneath Emily’s vest top and it’s got to mean something that she’s doing this slowly and carefully and she’s looking.
Emily forgets about all of everything when Naomi stops being so fucking coy and reaches up and curls her palms around each of Emily’s tits and Emily gasps because, fucking hell, there’s forward and then there’s you’re a big homo and it feels fucking good.
She tilts her head back so it smacks against the door and it doesn’t fucking matter because Naomi is squeezing her tits like she fucking loves them and is pressing kisses against her neck and sliding a thigh in between Emily’s and is pushing up and Jesus if that isn’t the contact that Emily’s needed for at least an hour, surely.
Emily’s pulling Naomi into her as she pushes herself down onto Naomi’s leg. She’s not quite tall enough to do the same to Naomi so she really thinks they should take this to the bed so she pushes Naomi’s shirt off her shoulders and starts to walk her backwards.
Naomi’s knees hit the back of it and it puts her face in front of Emily’s stomach and soon her hands and lips are on Emily’s skin, pushing her top up until Emily pulls it off the rest of the way and Naomi’s just full of fucking surprises because she’s pulling Emily to sit on her legs as she’s reaching for Emily’s bra clasp.
She undoes it fairly quickly, not a bad effort from this way round (the right way round, Emily thinks absently as Naomi’s tongue flicks across her now exposed and hardening nipple) and soon the bra is on the floor with the top half of Emily’s clothing.
Naomi pushes Emily into her mouth, hands on her back, reaching so they envelop Emily in a semi-bear hug and Emily wonders just how fucking close they have to be before Naomi realises that this isn’t just fucking, that this isn’t what people do when they just want to fucking get off.
And it’s getting annoying, that Emily can’t just let go of all this, so she thinks that, actually it’s time she moved this all along a bit so she leans away from Naomi, hearing her lips come away from her nipples with a slight pop.
Naomi’s dazed again and just watches as Emily pulls her skirt and tights down and is standing there in her pants.
“Come on then,” she says to Naomi with a smirk, and waits for Naomi to catch on.
Naomi clears her throat and stands so Emily steps forward, bunching Naomi’s top up and pulling it off, along with her bra, and waiting as Naomi takes off her leggings. When she’s just in her underwear Emily closes the distance between them and is pulling Naomi down for a kiss that’s so deep she can feel Naomi tremble into it.
Then she’s pushing Naomi down onto the bed, following as she crawls backwards on her elbows so there’s enough room for both of them and Emily’s able to lay half-on/half-off her with a thigh pushing upwards against her.
Emily’s eyes widen when she feels how fucking wet Naomi is through her knickers and, God, they’ve been taking this far too slowly but she wants to look, just for a moment, because Naomi’s relinquished control and is just lying there, breathing, eyes close and lips slightly parted.
She’s never looked more beautiful, and Emily wants to remember her like this, all pale and glowing in the afternoon sunlight and she wonders if this is what lightness tastes like as she lets her lips wander along Naomi’s neck. Her hands trail lines up and down Naomi’s stomach and Emily smiles against her when, as her fingertips graze the edge of Naomi’s knickers, she feels her hips buck upwards of their own accord.
Emily kisses up Naomi’s neck then, towards her ear, and the gasp she gets as a response when she says, “You want me,” is a good enough answer to everything but is punctuated by Naomi biting her lip and nodding before releasing a breathy yes.
It’s enough to stop the dancing around, the light playing, because Emily’s been dying for ages and now Naomi’s here and she’s so very nearly naked and she wants to see it all.
“Look at me,” she says as she slides her hand more purposefully down Naomi’s stomach, waiting for Naomi to turn her head, waiting to see her eyes before she reaches the waistband again and skims over it, her hand cupping a warmth that she’s almost now familiar with.
She hasn’t taken her eyes away from Naomi’s and Naomi blinks rapidly at the contact and Emily knows that they both just got wetter. She crooks a finger so it’s pushing against Naomi and she knows that Naomi must hate her a little bit right now because it’s no where near what either of them want so Emily brings her hand away as Naomi releases a deep breath and closes her eyes.
Emily slides Naomi’s girly boxers down to her knees and waits for Naomi to kick them off and to the floor and then she says, “Look at me,” again and Naomi blinks her eyes open again and it’s all right fucking there, that stuff that Naomi has no fucking idea how to say with words. So Emily takes it away for her, makes her actions speak for both of them, and keeps their eyes locked together as she dips her middle finger into the warm and wet place between Naomi’s legs and they both sigh with relief.
Naomi’s doing a good job of staying focused and they’re both just sort of watching each other, waiting for the next move, which is of course Emily’s by now, and involves that finger, the one that’s now wet up to the first knuckle, sliding up and around Naomi’s clit.
And Emily knows they’ve never done it like this before, where there’s this odd intensity that’s not because it’s the first time, or because someone else might catch them or because they’re high or drunk or anything. It’s just them, and Naomi’s letting herself be touched so very delicately that Emily’s worried Naomi might break if she goes any harder.
But Emily’s not a cunt, and she fucking well knows for a fact that Naomi can take anything Emily can give her, so she stops being soft but doesn’t take her eyes away from Naomi’s and it’s kind of nice now because Naomi’s involving herself and has a hand wrapped around Emily’s bicep as Emily moves two fingers against her clit, like she’s egging her on and propping her up at the same time.
Emily licks her lips and she knows it’s been too long since they kissed but she just wants to take the time to watch Naomi’s face, and her eyes have started to drift closed and, yeah, Emily doesn’t blame her, but she knows they both need more of this, so she says, “Naomi?” and Naomi opens her eyes again and they’re piercing, always, and Emily says, “I want to go inside you,” and Naomi just fucking shudders.
Emily feels it from her fingertips right up her spine and Naomi’s nodding, but it doesn’t matter because she already knew that Naomi wanted it and she keeps her eyes on Naomi’s as she slides her fingers down slowly and, fucking hell, because they slide into her so fucking easily that Emily can’t help but let out a groan herself. Naomi’s doing the same and they lose each other for a minute as they let their eyes close, but they’re both open again as Emily’s pushing deeper inside her.
And it’s more than nice that Naomi’s cottoned on, that she’s following this precedent that Emily’s set and is keeping her eyes open even though they’re both breathing heavily and Emily feels like it’s all too much and never enough at the same time.
There’s a slow rhythm she’s started now, and Naomi’s meeting each push inside her with a push against Emily’s hand and, it’s sort of awkward, but Emily’s worked her thumb around so it’s pressing against Naomi’s clit with each thrust and Naomi’s started making small, high-pitched noises that are just breaking Emily with every exhale. There’s nothing about Naomi that isn’t beautiful, and Emily knows it.
She’s hardly even noticed that Naomi’s other hand, the one that’s been pressed up against the small of Emily’s back, has slid down inside the back of her knickers and is squeezing her ass and it’s like, woah, because it’s pushing her cunt into Naomi’s leg and somehow, despite the fact the Emily’s fucking her a little harder now, she’s leaning a leg into Emily and it’s momentarily distracting. Emily almost stops moving her hand but she remembers what she’s doing and that, fuck, this has got to be good.
Naomi’s eyes have fluttered closed again and, fuck it, it doesn’t matter now, and Emily dips her head to surprise Naomi with a kiss, which she gasps into. Her head leaves Emily’s arm and settles in Emily’s hair, curls resting in her fist as she pulls gently.
The feeling of it makes Emily open her mouth a bit wider so that she can slip a tongue inside Naomi’s mouth and it turns filthy then, and sloppy, and her fingers start to move a bit faster, a bit harder inside Naomi, and Naomi’s helping by pushing down.
She’s squeezing Emily’s ass now in a totally haphazard way and it’s like Emily’s made her lose control all over so she pulls away and watches as she fucks Naomi with her hand and it’s the best thing Emily’s ever seen ever.
She’d never dreamed that she’d get this far, that Naomi would be whimpering underneath her and biting down on her lip and pulling on Emily’s hair as all her muscles tightened around Emily’s fingers and she started to chant “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” close to Emily’s lips.
Emily can’t take her eyes off her, like it’s this Naomi she wants to keep forever, coming over her hand, but Naomi’s muttering “Kiss me,” and Emily can’t not do what she asks so she presses their lips together and feels Naomi strain against her and it’s just perfect, that moment. She pushes inside Naomi a few more times before Naomi’s pulling away for breath and digging her nails into Emily’s scalp and ass and coming hard, so fucking hard, against Emily’s hand.
She cries out, Naomi does, but Emily swallows it with a sloppy kiss that’s uncoordinated but neither of them give a fuck because Naomi’s on her way down and it’s such a good moment that Emily burns it into her memory. Keeps it there just in case there’s no new one to replace it with.
As Naomi’s breathing slows Emily shivers and pulls her fingers out of Naomi slowly. They glisten in the light as Emily takes them into her mouth and she’s just got traces of Naomi all-fucking-over her.
She’s still got them in her mouth as Naomi’s sliding out from under her and clambering on top.
“You’re cold,” she says quietly when Emily opens her eyes to see Naomi hovering over her.
“Am I?” Emily asks, and she really has no idea, but figures that she must be if Naomi’s rubbing a hand up and down her arm and looking at her with a bit of concern.
“Yeah. Come on,” Naomi says, pulling down the duvet from under them, waiting for Emily to lift her hips as Naomi slides it down and then back up and over them.
She’s still there, though, Emily notes. Still leaning over her, looking down. Naomi’s lipstick’s smudged, which probably means that hers is too, along with that ridiculous (yet rather impressive) fake bruise she drew on earlier that day, before exams and locker kisses and bike rides.
She’ll have a bruise, though, that no one could see from this, from the way that Naomi has a hold of her heart too tightly and is squeezing the life out of it like she doesn’t even know she’s managed to find it in the first place.
It doesn’t matter though, not now while Naomi’s dipping her head to kiss Emily so, so gently and Emily’s reaching up to meet her and, Oh, this is new, Emily thinks as Naomi cups her cheek and holds their mouths in place and it’s like Emily’s falling again but this time, just for this one time, Naomi’s got a hold of them both.
Naomi keeps them pressed closely together as she slides a hand down between them and Emily’s starting to forget all the things that have started to swim through her head because Naomi’s got her forehead resting against her own and is stroking Emily gently through her pants.
“Off,” Naomi whispers against her lips and Emily agrees completely, reaching her hands down to shimmy out of them and lets Naomi slide them down the rest of the way until she’s facing Emily’s cunt and, instead of coming back up she just stays there and Emily’s not sure but she thinks that Naomi inhales a little bit and Emily just kind of dies because that really is the gayest thing ever.
She moans, she can’t help it, and her hands find the back of Naomi’s head and don’t push, they don’t need to, because Naomi’s already dipping her tongue into Emily’s clit and Emily gasps really fucking loudly, which makes Naomi actually fucking chuckle against her and it feels amazing.
Emily smiles too, but it vanishes quickly as Naomi starts licking defined lines up and down the length of Emily’s cunt and Emily knows, she just fucking knows this won’t take long, and Naomi’s pushing her fingers up so they’re just inside Emily.
“Do you want me to?” Naomi asks, and Emily can just about hear her from under the covers, so she flips them back and catches sight of Naomi with her lips against her clit and Emily almost comes on the spot.
Naomi thinks that Emily hasn’t heard her so she kisses Emily’s clit before looking up at her. “I said,” Naomi starts, pushing a little further inside her and smiling as Emily gasps. “Do you want me to?”
Emily nods, and then breathes out, “Fuck yes, Jesus,” and Naomi pushes inside her and not even slowly. She’s got Emily, hard and fast and deep and is swirling messy circles around her clit and Emily almost thinks How the fuck is she so good at this? but can’t quite make the words work because she’s been waiting for this and Naomi knows it and soon, so very soon, she’s feeling everything tighten and she’s coming into Naomi’s mouth, over and around her hand, and Naomi’s fucking moaning into her cunt like it’s the best thing ever.
And she kind of gets it, Emily does. Knows it’s the best thing ever as Naomi brings her down and slides out of her, wiping her fingers against the sheet where Emily wonders if it’ll leave a mark, something to remind Naomi of when she’s gone later.
Naomi crawls back up Emily’s body, bringing the duvet with her and kisses Emily so slowly and gently that Emily feels like it’s the only thing left in the world.
They both sigh a little and Naomi rolls off her and to the side. She stays facing Emily and it’s kind of surreal, that it’s all just finished, and it takes Emily a good few moments for her breathing to sort itself out while they smile at each other.
Emily closes her eyes and finds that, with that need satisfied, with that desire quelled (albeit momentarily), all the questions come back to her.
She opens them again, though, when Naomi starts running a hand up and down her arm.
“You okay?” Emily asks, though she feels sort of like Naomi should be asking that, but then Naomi never does ask the right questions anyway.
“Yeah,” Naomi just says, and Emily thinks that it’s got to be time now. Now that Naomi’s seen and given and taken so much - that they both have - that surely something must have snapped.
She’d ask Naomi. It was all she could do. And it would maybe change things, now that she’d seen in Naomi’s eyes something familiar, something she could trust.
It was all or nothing then. Emily just hoped she could live with it if she ended up being the one to walk about this time.
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3750
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me
Summary: After the lockers bit in Ep9 - THIS IS PORN!! Basically. Although apparently not just porn according to some of you so <3 for that A/N: This is for and because of and betaed by immortality .
Naomi’s pulling Emily away and there are still a fuckload of people coming round the corner so they keep going. They make it all the way to the bikesheds and there’s no one around so Naomi pulls Emily inside and pushes her against the wall and kisses her, like before at the lockers but with a lot less urgency and a fuckload more passion. Like it can be deep but not fast, more consuming.
Emily breaks away and they stop to look at each other, breathing heavily.
“My house?” Naomi asks quietly, and Emily just sort of nods dumbly, because there’s a bunch of stuff she knows they need to talk about but, fuck, Naomi’s just snogged her twice and she’s already started to get wet.
Naomi smiles at her then, and it looks like a bit of the nervousness has started to creep back in now that she’s stopped kissing Emily, and Emily thinks it’s kind of nice in a way that at least that’s something Naomi’s sure about. Naomi knows that it feels good, Emily can tell, and that’s about as much as she can manage right now. It’s fine, because that’s all Emily ever wanted, really.
They haven’t done it before but Naomi says that she thinks she can handle it so she shrugs off her bag and Emily takes it with an even smaller smile than Naomi had worn moments ago and puts it over her own shoulder. Naomi straddles the bike-frame and waits for Emily to climb onto the seat behind her.
“Okay?” Naomi asks, and when she hears nothing she turns her head to the side. “Em?”
“Sorry hon, I just… I nodded. But yeah, fine.”
“Okay, well... hold on then,” Naomi says as she pushes away, and Emily does.
****
It’s a slightly fucking dangerous journey even after Naomi stops wobbling about all over the place and works out a sort of rhythm and balance that Emily sort of likes. But it’s still far too scary and works as a distraction from the way that just touching Naomi’s waist like this and the bumps that she’s getting from the saddle are making her wet again.
It’s nice, in a way. But Emily wishes that they had a better mode of transport, really. But that’s there’s not actually much point in thinking that if Naomi’s fucking off to Cyprus or wherever the fuck she’s decided to go to.
Emily has to forget it though; forget that Naomi was walking away from her, because soon they’re skidding to a stop outside Naomi’s house and Emily’s sliding off the seat.
(She almost wants to check that she really, seriously hasn’t just actually slid off the seat because it fucking felt like that, but she thinks that if she draws attention to it it’ll only be embarrassing.)
Naomi’s off the bike and pushing it up the drive and Emily’s following, still with both their bags. It’s a little different, now. Like they’ve managed to calm a little from their frantic kissing back at college, and it’s almost like they’re about to fucking sit down and do some homework or something, so Emily’s not quite sure what to expect.
After they’re inside the front door, though, Naomi does a good job in reminding them that this has fuck all to do with literature as she’s throwing her bag to the ground and Emily’s kicking off her heels and she’s kissing Emily again gently, like she’d been dying for her ever since they stopped, like she couldn’t wait even a few more seconds.
It throws Emily completely, that Naomi’s now so completely in charge of this. Emily thinks back and remembers that, actually, Naomi started taking charge of this fucking ages ago. Since the time they kissed at Panda’s Naomi’s always been the one to initiate and it makes Emily’s stomach drop to realise it as Naomi’s kissing her way down Emily’s neck and Emily’s tilting her head back and… shouldn’t they really be upstairs?
She asks Naomi as much and Naomi brings her eyes back up to meet Emily’s and they’re kind of hooded, like that time in the forest, right after Emily reached forward and took Naomi’s jumper off. It was like she was exposed, that time - that she’d let a tiny piece of herself come away in Emily’s hands. Only this time, they were still fully clothed and what she’d given Emily was much more than a layer of fabric.
Emily knew she’d gotten under Naomi’s skin this time. And it means that Emily doesn’t give a fuck about clothing anymore.
She kisses Naomi softly and Naomi seems to melt under her and it’s then that Emily knows she’s got her, that the softer kisses mean more than the fast, bruising ones, and Naomi’s right there with her, now.
Pulling away, Naomi whimpers, and Emily has to try really fucking hard not to look smug, but it is kind of brilliant, that she’s back here in Naomi’s house. Invited, this time. Welcome and wanted.
Naomi takes Emily’s hand, and a step back, and leads them up the stairs. And it’s there, when they get to Naomi’s room, that Emily realises that this is that thing she’s wanted it to be. It makes her really fucking frightened that the last time she thought Wow, we’re making love Naomi had upped and left her while she slept so she tries to put it out of her head and focus on the fact that Naomi’s really not smiling anymore and is unbuttoning Emily’s top, biting her own lip in concentration.
And Emily almost doesn’t want it to feel as good as this; not when she thinks this might be the last time. Not when Naomi’s still pulling away.
But then, if it is the last time, she might as well make the most of it, and she gives herself to Naomi and watches as Naomi takes in the curve of her breasts underneath Emily’s vest top and it’s got to mean something that she’s doing this slowly and carefully and she’s looking.
Emily forgets about all of everything when Naomi stops being so fucking coy and reaches up and curls her palms around each of Emily’s tits and Emily gasps because, fucking hell, there’s forward and then there’s you’re a big homo and it feels fucking good.
She tilts her head back so it smacks against the door and it doesn’t fucking matter because Naomi is squeezing her tits like she fucking loves them and is pressing kisses against her neck and sliding a thigh in between Emily’s and is pushing up and Jesus if that isn’t the contact that Emily’s needed for at least an hour, surely.
Emily’s pulling Naomi into her as she pushes herself down onto Naomi’s leg. She’s not quite tall enough to do the same to Naomi so she really thinks they should take this to the bed so she pushes Naomi’s shirt off her shoulders and starts to walk her backwards.
Naomi’s knees hit the back of it and it puts her face in front of Emily’s stomach and soon her hands and lips are on Emily’s skin, pushing her top up until Emily pulls it off the rest of the way and Naomi’s just full of fucking surprises because she’s pulling Emily to sit on her legs as she’s reaching for Emily’s bra clasp.
She undoes it fairly quickly, not a bad effort from this way round (the right way round, Emily thinks absently as Naomi’s tongue flicks across her now exposed and hardening nipple) and soon the bra is on the floor with the top half of Emily’s clothing.
Naomi pushes Emily into her mouth, hands on her back, reaching so they envelop Emily in a semi-bear hug and Emily wonders just how fucking close they have to be before Naomi realises that this isn’t just fucking, that this isn’t what people do when they just want to fucking get off.
And it’s getting annoying, that Emily can’t just let go of all this, so she thinks that, actually it’s time she moved this all along a bit so she leans away from Naomi, hearing her lips come away from her nipples with a slight pop.
Naomi’s dazed again and just watches as Emily pulls her skirt and tights down and is standing there in her pants.
“Come on then,” she says to Naomi with a smirk, and waits for Naomi to catch on.
Naomi clears her throat and stands so Emily steps forward, bunching Naomi’s top up and pulling it off, along with her bra, and waiting as Naomi takes off her leggings. When she’s just in her underwear Emily closes the distance between them and is pulling Naomi down for a kiss that’s so deep she can feel Naomi tremble into it.
Then she’s pushing Naomi down onto the bed, following as she crawls backwards on her elbows so there’s enough room for both of them and Emily’s able to lay half-on/half-off her with a thigh pushing upwards against her.
Emily’s eyes widen when she feels how fucking wet Naomi is through her knickers and, God, they’ve been taking this far too slowly but she wants to look, just for a moment, because Naomi’s relinquished control and is just lying there, breathing, eyes close and lips slightly parted.
She’s never looked more beautiful, and Emily wants to remember her like this, all pale and glowing in the afternoon sunlight and she wonders if this is what lightness tastes like as she lets her lips wander along Naomi’s neck. Her hands trail lines up and down Naomi’s stomach and Emily smiles against her when, as her fingertips graze the edge of Naomi’s knickers, she feels her hips buck upwards of their own accord.
Emily kisses up Naomi’s neck then, towards her ear, and the gasp she gets as a response when she says, “You want me,” is a good enough answer to everything but is punctuated by Naomi biting her lip and nodding before releasing a breathy yes.
It’s enough to stop the dancing around, the light playing, because Emily’s been dying for ages and now Naomi’s here and she’s so very nearly naked and she wants to see it all.
“Look at me,” she says as she slides her hand more purposefully down Naomi’s stomach, waiting for Naomi to turn her head, waiting to see her eyes before she reaches the waistband again and skims over it, her hand cupping a warmth that she’s almost now familiar with.
She hasn’t taken her eyes away from Naomi’s and Naomi blinks rapidly at the contact and Emily knows that they both just got wetter. She crooks a finger so it’s pushing against Naomi and she knows that Naomi must hate her a little bit right now because it’s no where near what either of them want so Emily brings her hand away as Naomi releases a deep breath and closes her eyes.
Emily slides Naomi’s girly boxers down to her knees and waits for Naomi to kick them off and to the floor and then she says, “Look at me,” again and Naomi blinks her eyes open again and it’s all right fucking there, that stuff that Naomi has no fucking idea how to say with words. So Emily takes it away for her, makes her actions speak for both of them, and keeps their eyes locked together as she dips her middle finger into the warm and wet place between Naomi’s legs and they both sigh with relief.
Naomi’s doing a good job of staying focused and they’re both just sort of watching each other, waiting for the next move, which is of course Emily’s by now, and involves that finger, the one that’s now wet up to the first knuckle, sliding up and around Naomi’s clit.
And Emily knows they’ve never done it like this before, where there’s this odd intensity that’s not because it’s the first time, or because someone else might catch them or because they’re high or drunk or anything. It’s just them, and Naomi’s letting herself be touched so very delicately that Emily’s worried Naomi might break if she goes any harder.
But Emily’s not a cunt, and she fucking well knows for a fact that Naomi can take anything Emily can give her, so she stops being soft but doesn’t take her eyes away from Naomi’s and it’s kind of nice now because Naomi’s involving herself and has a hand wrapped around Emily’s bicep as Emily moves two fingers against her clit, like she’s egging her on and propping her up at the same time.
Emily licks her lips and she knows it’s been too long since they kissed but she just wants to take the time to watch Naomi’s face, and her eyes have started to drift closed and, yeah, Emily doesn’t blame her, but she knows they both need more of this, so she says, “Naomi?” and Naomi opens her eyes again and they’re piercing, always, and Emily says, “I want to go inside you,” and Naomi just fucking shudders.
Emily feels it from her fingertips right up her spine and Naomi’s nodding, but it doesn’t matter because she already knew that Naomi wanted it and she keeps her eyes on Naomi’s as she slides her fingers down slowly and, fucking hell, because they slide into her so fucking easily that Emily can’t help but let out a groan herself. Naomi’s doing the same and they lose each other for a minute as they let their eyes close, but they’re both open again as Emily’s pushing deeper inside her.
And it’s more than nice that Naomi’s cottoned on, that she’s following this precedent that Emily’s set and is keeping her eyes open even though they’re both breathing heavily and Emily feels like it’s all too much and never enough at the same time.
There’s a slow rhythm she’s started now, and Naomi’s meeting each push inside her with a push against Emily’s hand and, it’s sort of awkward, but Emily’s worked her thumb around so it’s pressing against Naomi’s clit with each thrust and Naomi’s started making small, high-pitched noises that are just breaking Emily with every exhale. There’s nothing about Naomi that isn’t beautiful, and Emily knows it.
She’s hardly even noticed that Naomi’s other hand, the one that’s been pressed up against the small of Emily’s back, has slid down inside the back of her knickers and is squeezing her ass and it’s like, woah, because it’s pushing her cunt into Naomi’s leg and somehow, despite the fact the Emily’s fucking her a little harder now, she’s leaning a leg into Emily and it’s momentarily distracting. Emily almost stops moving her hand but she remembers what she’s doing and that, fuck, this has got to be good.
Naomi’s eyes have fluttered closed again and, fuck it, it doesn’t matter now, and Emily dips her head to surprise Naomi with a kiss, which she gasps into. Her head leaves Emily’s arm and settles in Emily’s hair, curls resting in her fist as she pulls gently.
The feeling of it makes Emily open her mouth a bit wider so that she can slip a tongue inside Naomi’s mouth and it turns filthy then, and sloppy, and her fingers start to move a bit faster, a bit harder inside Naomi, and Naomi’s helping by pushing down.
She’s squeezing Emily’s ass now in a totally haphazard way and it’s like Emily’s made her lose control all over so she pulls away and watches as she fucks Naomi with her hand and it’s the best thing Emily’s ever seen ever.
She’d never dreamed that she’d get this far, that Naomi would be whimpering underneath her and biting down on her lip and pulling on Emily’s hair as all her muscles tightened around Emily’s fingers and she started to chant “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” close to Emily’s lips.
Emily can’t take her eyes off her, like it’s this Naomi she wants to keep forever, coming over her hand, but Naomi’s muttering “Kiss me,” and Emily can’t not do what she asks so she presses their lips together and feels Naomi strain against her and it’s just perfect, that moment. She pushes inside Naomi a few more times before Naomi’s pulling away for breath and digging her nails into Emily’s scalp and ass and coming hard, so fucking hard, against Emily’s hand.
She cries out, Naomi does, but Emily swallows it with a sloppy kiss that’s uncoordinated but neither of them give a fuck because Naomi’s on her way down and it’s such a good moment that Emily burns it into her memory. Keeps it there just in case there’s no new one to replace it with.
As Naomi’s breathing slows Emily shivers and pulls her fingers out of Naomi slowly. They glisten in the light as Emily takes them into her mouth and she’s just got traces of Naomi all-fucking-over her.
She’s still got them in her mouth as Naomi’s sliding out from under her and clambering on top.
“You’re cold,” she says quietly when Emily opens her eyes to see Naomi hovering over her.
“Am I?” Emily asks, and she really has no idea, but figures that she must be if Naomi’s rubbing a hand up and down her arm and looking at her with a bit of concern.
“Yeah. Come on,” Naomi says, pulling down the duvet from under them, waiting for Emily to lift her hips as Naomi slides it down and then back up and over them.
She’s still there, though, Emily notes. Still leaning over her, looking down. Naomi’s lipstick’s smudged, which probably means that hers is too, along with that ridiculous (yet rather impressive) fake bruise she drew on earlier that day, before exams and locker kisses and bike rides.
She’ll have a bruise, though, that no one could see from this, from the way that Naomi has a hold of her heart too tightly and is squeezing the life out of it like she doesn’t even know she’s managed to find it in the first place.
It doesn’t matter though, not now while Naomi’s dipping her head to kiss Emily so, so gently and Emily’s reaching up to meet her and, Oh, this is new, Emily thinks as Naomi cups her cheek and holds their mouths in place and it’s like Emily’s falling again but this time, just for this one time, Naomi’s got a hold of them both.
Naomi keeps them pressed closely together as she slides a hand down between them and Emily’s starting to forget all the things that have started to swim through her head because Naomi’s got her forehead resting against her own and is stroking Emily gently through her pants.
“Off,” Naomi whispers against her lips and Emily agrees completely, reaching her hands down to shimmy out of them and lets Naomi slide them down the rest of the way until she’s facing Emily’s cunt and, instead of coming back up she just stays there and Emily’s not sure but she thinks that Naomi inhales a little bit and Emily just kind of dies because that really is the gayest thing ever.
She moans, she can’t help it, and her hands find the back of Naomi’s head and don’t push, they don’t need to, because Naomi’s already dipping her tongue into Emily’s clit and Emily gasps really fucking loudly, which makes Naomi actually fucking chuckle against her and it feels amazing.
Emily smiles too, but it vanishes quickly as Naomi starts licking defined lines up and down the length of Emily’s cunt and Emily knows, she just fucking knows this won’t take long, and Naomi’s pushing her fingers up so they’re just inside Emily.
“Do you want me to?” Naomi asks, and Emily can just about hear her from under the covers, so she flips them back and catches sight of Naomi with her lips against her clit and Emily almost comes on the spot.
Naomi thinks that Emily hasn’t heard her so she kisses Emily’s clit before looking up at her. “I said,” Naomi starts, pushing a little further inside her and smiling as Emily gasps. “Do you want me to?”
Emily nods, and then breathes out, “Fuck yes, Jesus,” and Naomi pushes inside her and not even slowly. She’s got Emily, hard and fast and deep and is swirling messy circles around her clit and Emily almost thinks How the fuck is she so good at this? but can’t quite make the words work because she’s been waiting for this and Naomi knows it and soon, so very soon, she’s feeling everything tighten and she’s coming into Naomi’s mouth, over and around her hand, and Naomi’s fucking moaning into her cunt like it’s the best thing ever.
And she kind of gets it, Emily does. Knows it’s the best thing ever as Naomi brings her down and slides out of her, wiping her fingers against the sheet where Emily wonders if it’ll leave a mark, something to remind Naomi of when she’s gone later.
Naomi crawls back up Emily’s body, bringing the duvet with her and kisses Emily so slowly and gently that Emily feels like it’s the only thing left in the world.
They both sigh a little and Naomi rolls off her and to the side. She stays facing Emily and it’s kind of surreal, that it’s all just finished, and it takes Emily a good few moments for her breathing to sort itself out while they smile at each other.
Emily closes her eyes and finds that, with that need satisfied, with that desire quelled (albeit momentarily), all the questions come back to her.
She opens them again, though, when Naomi starts running a hand up and down her arm.
“You okay?” Emily asks, though she feels sort of like Naomi should be asking that, but then Naomi never does ask the right questions anyway.
“Yeah,” Naomi just says, and Emily thinks that it’s got to be time now. Now that Naomi’s seen and given and taken so much - that they both have - that surely something must have snapped.
She’d ask Naomi. It was all she could do. And it would maybe change things, now that she’d seen in Naomi’s eyes something familiar, something she could trust.
It was all or nothing then. Emily just hoped she could live with it if she ended up being the one to walk about this time.