Fic: Marathon - Naomi/Emily
Title Marathon
Pairing Naomi/Emily
Rating NC-17 for porn and swearing - LOTS OF BOTH!!
Word Count 12,700
Summary Gina and Kieran have buggered off on holiday and left the house in the capable hands of Naomi and Emily... (sort of the last part in the 'Naomily just have sex' series)
AN This fic couldn't have been written without the perverted creative minds of immortality and thecon12 . Thanks for your suggestions and betaing on this one, homos.
This is sort of, like, epic porn. Someone might have called it a 'fuckathon', so, with that in mind DO NOT READ AT WORK!
In the end it takes her mum fifteen minutes to leave the house, bags trailing behind her and a rather irritable Kieran smoking his second fag whilst leaning on the wall in front of the house.
There's a list on the chalkboard, Gina tells them both, of emergency numbers and not to hesitate to call them if necessary. And there's food in the fridge for two weeks and more in the freezer and money in the drawer in the kitchen shoved in a matchbox.
Naomi picks at her fingernail as she waits, not taking much of it in because she knows that Emily's standing next to her and nodding and uh huhing every few seconds, and she's distracted even further when Emily places a hand on the small of her back and starts rubbing small circles.
She's focussing on the feeling when her mum brushes a bit of hair away from her face and tucks it behind her ear.
"Be good, sweetheart. Look after each other," Gina smiles with such open adoration for them and Naomi almost rolls her eyes but she still remembers the argument where Emily told her that, really, she should be a little more fucking grateful that Gina is so nice when her own mother is a fucking bitch about this whole thing (even if she has stopped trying to ban Emily from leaving the house).
So Naomi smiles back, lets her mum kiss her on the forehead and watches as she does the same to Emily.
And that, really, stirs something inside of Naomi and all her mind can think is family even as her mum is whispering something in Emily's ear and leaning back to wink at her before taking off and shoving everything into the back of Kieran's car.
Naomi turns with her eyebrow raised to where Emily's standing with a ridiculous smirk on her face and waving as Gina and Kieran get into the car and it rattles off down the street and out of sight.
"What was that about?" Naomi asks, and Emily's response is a kiss to the corner of her mouth, which makes Naomi forget for a second that her mother has probably just said something wildly inappropriate.
"Nothing. Tell you later - come on," Emily says, pulling on Naomi's finger and leading them back into the house.
Naomi shuts the door behind and them and exhales loudly, beyond pleased that the house is now so quiet that she can hear Emily singing quietly in the kitchen.
Yeah, she thinks as she follows her in with a smile. Yeah, this could be all right.
****
Living Room
So there's a sort of plan, Naomi thinks. There has to be one when parents go away. A party, probably. Just to celebrate the fact that she's in a house that isn't full of fucking random tossers and is populated by just her.
Well, sort of. But then Emily's hardly unwelcome, especially when she's got Naomi's feet on her lap and is rubbing lotion all over them and laughing at an episode of Friends that they actually haven't seen for a while.
Every now and again she leans over so that Naomi can help her drink some wine (Emily had suggested a straw so as not to be a pain but Naomi had insisted that, no, she can feed it to her, or whatever the equivalent of feeding is in drink form and Emily had laughed and kissed her with tight, smiling lips) and she feels like she's needed.
In the advert break, Naomi brings up her idea and it isn't met by as much enthusiasm as she'd have liked.
"What? You don't want a party?" she asks, brow furrowed.
"No, no I do. It's just... well. Isn't it nice, just being quiet for a bit?"
Naomi takes a second to think about it and, yeah, it is nice, obviously. But it would also be nice to get Cook round, and the others (because they're sort of all right too, even if she still sort of wants to smack JJ every time he stares at Emily's tits for a bit too long and then blinks rapidly like he's taking mental photos of them) and just get smashed where there's no one around to tell them not to.
"Yeah, of course. It is nice. And this is nice also, thank you darling," Naomi smiles, gesturing towards her feet, congratulating herself silently on the smirk it produces on Emily's face. "But, why the fuck not, yeah? You're here, I'm here - we can drink vodka and go dancing in the garden when it gets too smokey in here. Or when Cook gets his cock out and tries to get it to bounce in time to Dancing Queen..."
"Oh fuck, and that makes you want a party? Now I'm worried..."
Naomi laughs when Emily grimaces, and she leans over with the wine glass, watching as Emily's lips balance delicately on the rim of the glass and purse together when Naomi tilts the glass back down.
"No, I just mean... It'd be fun, right? We like fun, don't we Ems? And I haven't seen Katie in a while and I'm just not used to feeling this good about myself. Need her around to take me down a peg." Naomi nods like she's just made a serious point, feigns sincerity when Emily glances over at her and shakes her head.
"So you want to see Cook's cock and you want my sister to come around and insult you for a bit? I'm starting to think you're a bit of a sado-masochist with a cock fetish. Clearly this foot-rub is far too tame for you - I'll pack it in, then."
Emily shifts underneath her feet but Naomi holds her down with a quick hand to her arm.
"No! No, don't do that. You haven't done the other foot yet," Naomi winks with a lip-bite.
"Ugh, fine," Emily says, but she's smiling, her eyes fixed back on the TV as she runs her fingers between Naomi's toes. "But if someone spikes Panda's drink and she pukes on the carpet you're going to have to sort it out."
"Fine," Naomi grins, feeling like she's won something, and leans back, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of Emily's hand flat on the sole of her foot.
Sometimes, she thinks, sometimes things are a bit too lovely.
****
When she opens her eyes, Emily's smoking a fag and chuckling quietly at 8 Out of 10 Cats, her now lotion-free hand stroking up and down Naomi's calf under her khakis.
"What the fuck...?" she says, her voice rough and her eyes a little bleary.
"Oh hey, party animal," Emily smiles, turning her head with a raised eyebrow. "Thought you were going to be out of it until at least after the second part of Big Brother."
"God, have I been asleep for that long? Jesus." Her back's a little achy so she winces, reminding herself to never lie down on the couch for too long in future, and sits up so she's next to Emily, nicking the fag from out of her hand and taking a drag before passing it back.
"Yep - I'm just glad you left the wine bottle over here or I'd have been really bored."
"Christ," Naomi mutters, picking the bottle up and taking a swig. "I didn't even know I was fucking tired."
"I don't think you were - it's just my hands are rather magical. They have the power to relax you."
Naomi smiles, then, leaning over and kissing Emily on the cheek and whispering into her ear, "That's not all they have the power to do," and Emily shivers as Naomi blows lightly on the skin of her neck.
"Oh?" Emily asks, and Naomi can tell that she's suddenly a bit turned on by the way her voice breaks as she speaks.
It must be some sort of just-woken-up horniness, Naomi thinks, or the fact that, really, she was wet when Emily was just rubbing her feet softly and it doesn't seem to have gone away despite a few hours of being unconscious that's making her dot little kisses up in the space below Emily's ear.
"Mmm," she hums, wrapping an arm around Emily's waist and pulling her in and there's this warmth that's there, the kind that always grows when their bodies are pushed together tightly.
"I thought you wanted a party?"
"Well I did but now it's a bit late and your neck just looked really nice..." Naomi murmurs between kisses, her hand creeping underneath Emily's vest and over her stomach.
"Oh, so I'm the consolation prize, right? That's nice."
"Well sometimes you have to make do, Ems. Luckily I'm benevolent enough to allow you to have me."
Emily barks out a laugh and Naomi nuzzles her neck, her hand slipping further up so she's cupping Emily's breast over her bra and pressing her thumb down on a nipple.
She's going back in for nip to Emily's earlobe when she's pulled back by her hair to where Emily's looking at her with slightly hooded eyes and a half-smile.
"You're a bit of cunt, you know."
"Yeah, it's why you love me," Naomi says with an eyebrow-waggle.
"Not even close," Emily almost-growls, and in a second she's dropped the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray with the picture of a dragon on it that she bought Naomi as a moving in present and she's pushing Naomi down onto the couch and straddling her, capturing Naomi's lips in a kiss so fierce Naomi can feel it down to her toes.
"God, Em," she says as Emily sucks hard on her neck. "If you'd wanted to do this why didn't you just say?"
"When have I ever not wanted to do this, you daft cow?" Emily says with a nip to her skin, her hands reaching down for the bottom of Naomi's top and pulling it up over her head.
"Good, that's good - calling me a cow is definitely turning me on."
And then she gasps, because Emily's reached down and is palming her cunt over her trousers, pushing her fingers up and massaging her clit, which feels incredible even through two layers of fabric.
"Mm, yeah - that definitely isn't working," Emily says, pressing their lips back together.
"I don't think it's exactly - " Naomi says, breathlessly before Emily grips her a bit harder, causing Naomi to illicit a high, "Oh!"
"Shut up now, please," Emily insists, and Naomi complies.
How can she not?
****
Emily doesn't get naked but she does strip Naomi of everything as she kisses all over her body, and Naomi wonders if Emily's got some sort of foot fetish because she's not sure she's been this forceful ever and Naomi reminds herself to get more of whatever that peppermint stuff is before Emily leans down to purse her lips around her clit and Naomi can't think about anything else.
She's writhing, bucking into Emily's mouth as she starts tracing small, tight circles around her clit and her fingers are digging into Emily's scalp, which only serves to make her lick harder.
Emily's been nice enough, as well, to leave the wine close by so Naomi reaches for it, takes a swig straight from the bottle and enjoys the burn of it, and it's a bit of a shock then when Emily looks up, taking her mouth away from Naomi's cunt, and looks at the bottle.
"Sorry, sorry I just..."
"No, it's fine," Emily says, and she looks thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Give it here."
Naomi simply raises an eyebrow before passing it over, and her cunt is just throbbing where Emily's left it unattended after being so involved in keeping it looked after.
Her eyes widen, then, as Emily grins almost evilly and tips the bottle, sending a light trickle of wine over her cunt, cooling it and burning it simultaneously.
"Oh, Jesus fuck," Naomi cries, and throws her head back before snapping it back down to where Emily's still watching, her eyes fixed at where the wine is dripping down and no doubt adding to the already wet patch on the sofa.
Emily places the bottle back on the floor and licks her lips before dragging her tongue up the entire length of Naomi's now aching cunt. She hums against it, lapping up the wine and Naomi's wetness like she's dying of thirst, where Naomi's really just dying and it fucking burned, it did, but Emily is soothing it with her tongue, sucking on her clit every now and again, but mostly sliding her tongue up and down it and it's bringing Naomi closer.
When Emily's nails dig into Naomi's thighs it's the only push she needs and she cries out a mixture of Ohs and Fucks and Emilys before she's coming in Emily's mouth with a strong and loud, "Jesus Christ," and her legs are cramping from the force of it all but she doesn't fucking care because Emily's bringing her down slowly, gently, and it's just wonderful.
After a few moments (Naomi's sure it can't be long, but she's also not entirely sure that she didn't black out for a second there) Emily's crawling up her body and pressing a gentle kiss to Naomi's lips that's all cigarettes and wine and the taste of herself (which she kind of likes despite thinking that she shouldn't).
Naomi leans into it, reluctant for it to end (she doesn't see why it should ever have to) and sighs contentedly as she feels like she's being kissed rather than it being a joint effort.
"Not going to nod off again, are you?" Emily asks with a nip to her bottom lip.
"Well that would hardly be fair, would it?" Naomi asks, though really, she's pretty drowsy after that and the wine and the way the TV's emitting a dull hum in the corner of the room.
"Good," Emily says, pushing herself off Naomi and the couch. "Because, well. You can't let having an empty house go to waste now, can you?"
Naomi blinks at her, watches as she finally strips herself of her vest top (even though it made her tits look fucking fantastic they're so much better with less covering them) and then winks before leaving the room.
There's no question that Naomi will follow. Even if she's not sure where Emily's going. She knows it won't be far though, and when she hears the light flick on in the kitchen, Naomi swings her legs off the sofa and, wincing at the cold floor, makes her way into the kitchen.
****
Kitchen
"What are you doing?" Naomi asks as she stumbles through the saloon doors, legs still a little achy from the cramp.
Emily's still mostly clothed and is clearing plates from the table like she didn't just fuck Naomi with her tongue, like Naomi isn't standing there naked and like she's not as turned on as Naomi knows she must be.
Unless, she thinks, she's not doing her job properly and Emily's not interested. The thought is quickly expelled from her mind, though, when Emily turns and flashes her a grin as she swipes Heat from the table and rolls it up in her hands.
Naomi raises an eyebrow as Emily approaches, and she's trying to hold in one of those smiles that makes her lips twitch so that Naomi leans over and tries to kiss it until it becomes a real smile.
But Emily pulls back and then laughs at the look Naomi knows she's wearing, which is a cross between annoyed and confused.
"What...?" Naomi says, and Emily laughs again as she reaches around and swats Naomi's bare arse with the magazine. "Woah!" Naomi starts and Emily bites her lip.
"Sorry," she says meekly, her eyes still shining.
"You fucking liar." Naomi smiles, leans forward to try and kiss her again and again Emily pulls back. "Ems, what -" Her eyes go wide, then, as Emily clamps her free hand over Naomi's mouth.
"Naoms... just let me, okay? Just let me..." and keeping her hand over Naomi's mouth she reaches up on tiptoes and kisses all along Naomi's neck, and not at all gently. Not tiny, light butterfly kisses but hungry, strong ones that are doing a fucking good job of making Naomi's legs start to weaken when they'd only just got their strength back.
She wants to hold onto Emily for support, and she could, they're so closely pressed together already with one of Emily's hands wrapped around her waist - the one that's still holding the magazine. She wants to hold on but she's not sure she's allowed to, which is just ridiculous because this is Emily, and Naomi knows full well she can take whatever she wants.
But when she snakes her arms around Emily's waist she receives another slap to the arse with the magazine and feels Emily smile against her neck even as Naomi makes a small yelping sound that's quickly muffled by Emily's hand.
Asking What the fuck? again would be useless because Emily wouldn't hear it (and it's looking more like she was the one with a plan for tonight all along) so Naomi gives into it.
There's something strange that overcomes her then, knowing that she's managing to both give and take at the same time - that even though, really, it's Emily who is touching her, making her cunt throb all over again, it's all for Emily. And, really, it's only been the last six years that Naomi's been wanting this (or, well, maybe slightly less because at the age of twelve she really couldn't have even begun to fathom some of the things that she and Emily do to each other) so there's no question that she's going to go with it.
She'd do whatever Emily wanted, absolutely.
It turns out, though, that what Emily wants is to drive herself fucking mental by not letting Naomi touch her. And it's driving Naomi mental too and it doesn't look like that's about to change anytime soon because Emily's pushing Naomi back towards the table and then, pulling away and dropping the magazine, she grips Naomi firmly by the waist and hoists her up onto it.
"Fuck, you're strong,' Naomi breathes out as Emily's lips finds one of Naomi's nipples and suck on it with as much enthusiasm as she was sucking on Naomi's neck just seconds earlier.
"Mmm," Emily hums in agreement, sending a ripple through Naomi's body.
She's parted Naomi's legs to get a little closer and Naomi feels a breeze hit her there, right between the thighs, where it had previously been so warm. More than this, though, she's suddenly aware that she's very wet and is sitting naked on the place where they all eat dinner.
"Ems," she says, and then again, louder, when Emily doesn't respond.
"Huh, what?" Emily says, pulling her head up and licking her lips. Naomi has to blink once to remember what she was going to say.
"This table? Where we eat? Isn't it a bit unhygienic?"
"Well if you don't want to..." Emily mutters, teasingly, and straightens up.
It's only a bluff, one that Naomi knows she won't follow through with, but she doesn't call it and, instead, pulls Emily's arm and spins her back towards her again.
"Of course I want to," Naomi whispers against Emily's lips, and Emily finally lets her kiss them.
"Good," Emily says after a few long moments, before she lets Naomi's tongue inside. "Then lie down."
****
Naomi's learning that, really, she's nothing if not obedient. At least not when it comes to Emily ridding herself of the rest of her clothes and reaching into her bag (which she'd "conveniently" left in the kitchen earlier...) to pull out the strap-on that they'd bought a while back, back when she lived in the old house and her bed became a place for them to experience new things together.
It seemed that tonight they were experiencing a whole new range of things that they could do, and Naomi getting fucked on the kitchen table was clearly the next step.
She's got her legs dangling off the edge, still parted from where Emily was standing between them, and she's propped up on her elbows so she can see what Emily's doing.
It hasn't been ridiculous for ages, the strap-on, and Naomi feels herself clench and unclench just at the thought of it. Sort of like a Pavlovian thing, she thinks, as she watches Emily clip the harness on and smooth some lube along the shaft of the cock and over the tip.
Not that I need it, Naomi thinks, but there's no denying that what Emily's doing with it, moving her hand up and down it slowly, moistening every last bit of it, is really fucking sexy.
When she's done, apparently satisfied with her job, she steps forward and smooths her hands along Naomi's thighs, obviously not caring that they're going to be sticky from the lube, not thinking about anything other than the way Naomi's lying there, or so Naomi imagines.
Emily gazes down at Naomi's cunt, and Naomi can just about make out a lip-bite and a smirk before she's serious again and Naomi's heart swells a little bit at the way Emily's playing with her. Like she couldn't seriously hold anything back from Naomi, ever, and it's all about what comes next, really.
Naomi feels small fingers gripping her thighs and then, quickly and efficiently, Emily pulls Naomi along the table so her legs are half in the air, either side of Emily's hips, and the cock is lightly pushing against the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh!" Naomi cries, surprised, and is forced to lie back down flat, just catching the sight of Emily gripping hold of the cock again with one hand, steadying it and, using her hips, just pushing the tip of it in slightly.
She retrieves the leg that she dropped in order to do it and then, watching intently, her lips slightly parted, pushes it further into Naomi.
"Oh Jesus," Naomi whimpers, banging her head down on the table, because Emily's doing it so, so slowly that Naomi thinks she might come as soon as it's all the way in.
But she doesn't (of course she doesn't) and soon Emily's working it in and out of her, pushing it in as far as she can, and as hard, but still not fast. Not even slightly.
Naomi manages to crane her neck up to see, to try and get a glimpse of Emily and figure out what the fuck she's thinking, and when she does she's taken aback by what she sees.
It's kind of incredible, because Naomi can feel so much, yet Emily's hardly even moving; just short, soft thrusts of her hips, drawn out and tender. Naomi can almost imagine what Emily can see - the shaft of the cock slowly being pushed into her and then it sliding back out again - in and out, in and out - and the way her cunt is taking it, taking the full length of it.
And Emily's never looked sexier (which is, like, a fucking almost impossible happenstance because Emily always looks sexy) and it's just the way she's concentrating, with Naomi's legs tucked under each arm, and her brow furrowed like she's worried that if she stops looking it'll all disappear.
The cock is hitting the right spot every time though, and Naomi almost doesn't know how Emily's turned her on so much without even touching her clit (and can't even begin to imagine the state of Emily's own cunt at this stage, but licks her lips at the thought of it anyway) but she just fucking has.
And then, sort of out of nowhere, Emily snaps her head up, like she could tell Naomi was watching, and she looks so deadly serious that Naomi feels herself clench around the cock as it's on it's way back in.
It hits her, then, a little harder than before, and she sees Emily jerk forward from the hips and push it in with a bit more strength behind it than she had been doing and, again, Naomi's head feels like it's about twice as heavy than it was two seconds ago and it's slamming back onto the table as Emily's on her way back in again. It's forceful, and a little fast, and it feels fucking incredible.
With no part of Emily to take hold of, Naomi stretches her arms back behind her and grips on to the edge of the table so tightly that the sharp ridges of it dig into her fingers and it almost distracts her enough not to hear the, "Oh Jesus," that's just left Emily's lips, but not quite.
Naomi catches it, wonders what the view is like from where Emily is, and imagines it reversed, with Emily lying flat on the table and Naomi starting to pound into her (sort of like the way Emily is now) with her breasts bouncing with every push in, and Naomi groans, squeezes the table tighter.
With every thrust she can hear the legs of it scrape on the floor but it doesn't matter now, and it doesn't matter that she's probably so fucking wet it's going to leave a stain on the surface, and it doesn't matter that she's going to have bruises on the inside of her thighs where Emily's got them pressed up against the bones of her hips.
None of it matters, especially when Emily does something entirely unexpected and slides her hands down to Naomi's calves and pulls them up so they're leaning against her shoulders, the backs of her legs pushed against Emily's body.
"Oh yeah," Emily moans, like it's actually doing something for her, and maybe it is in that position, and she's started to fuck Naomi without abandon, hard and fast, and Naomi's got her eyes squeezed shut, because it really is that fucking good, but she just needs to see.
It's what pushes her closer, tilting her head down so she can see Emily who's got her eyes closed now and her head tipped back so Naomi can see the entire expanse of her neck, can see her throat working to swallow and allow shallow breaths in and out, and it's the way she's just let go that makes Naomi slide her hand down her body and press her fingers against her clit.
She lets out a sigh of relief, though it comes out strangled, and Emily looks down and mutters, Yeah, touch yourself, and Naomi can feel how fucking wet she is (not that she didn't already know) and it's hard to get any friction, but she doesn't need any because Emily’s really throwing herself into it, into Naomi, and it’s just about the best thing ever.
Her fingers slip-slide against her clit, her knuckles tight and working hard as she pushes down. Emily’s releasing a series of grunts that makes Naomi thinks that she’s close too, and it tips Naomi over, feeling every single inch of the cock inside her, and she’s crying out loudly.
“Oh fucking hell. Oh, fuck me,” she says, even though already Emily is, and has been for ages, and it makes Emily push a little bit more aggressively for the last few moments it takes Naomi to come, her cunt contracting and squeezing.
And then it’s like an explosion, a burst of energy between her legs, and she comes hard, in steady pulses, and Naomi feels every single one of them.
She’s coming down as Emily’s slowing, and then Emily’s pulling out gently before Naomi’s even really caught her breath and Naomi hears the sound of Emily struggling to get the harness off, muttering a “Fuck’s sake,” under her breath before it hits the floor with a dull thud.
It all happens quickly then, and Naomi’s just about aware of Emily climbing up onto the table before Emily’s straddling her face and pushing her fucking soaking cunt into Naomi’s mouth.
Naomi’s sound of surprise is muffled, but it only lasts a second before she’s got her hands on Emily’s arse, nails digging in, and lapping at her clit as quickly as Emily’s bucking into her.
It doesn’t take Emily long to come (Naomi’s not surprised about that, at least) and after a few moments of rough licking she lets out a strangled cry and shudders a few times before going limp and lifting herself up a little so that Naomi can breathe.
She’s panting above Naomi somewhere while Naomi licks her lips and then slowly runs her tongue from back to front along the length of Emily’s cunt and Emily’s whole body shakes again.
Naomi places a soft kiss on Emily’s clit before Emily lifts her leg over Naomi’s head and settles down beside her on the table, nestling her head in the crook of Naomi’s shoulder, kissing her neck as her breathing slows.
"Fucking hell, Ems," Naomi says after a few moments of just lying there, wrapped up in each other. "That was..."
"Yeah," Emily says, and Naomi can feel her smiling against her neck. "Yeah, it was."
"Not sure what we're going to do about this table though," Naomi murmurs, feeling her eyelids grow heavy again.
"It's okay," Emily says, and it sounds like she's sleepy now, too. "We'll sort it out tomorrow. We've got loads of time."
"Mmm," Naomi agrees. Because they have. All the time in the world.
****
When Naomi wakes up it's because she's fucking shivering all over.
The first thing she notes is that all of her body is aching an impossible amount and her neck cracks as she straightens it.
The second thing is that Emily's still asleep, her face obscured by a mass of red hair that trickles onto Naomi's shoulder like a bloody waterfall. She smiles into it though, breathing it in a little, and it smells like smoke and sweat and Naomi's perfume. It's kind of lovely.
She remembers, vividly, when Emily dyed her hair at school and it was so striking, so bold, that it felt to Naomi like she had just swallowed a rock, her stomach had dropped so hard.
And she'd still not managed to talk to her, not even once (and she reckoned that by that point Emily had thought she was a bit of a cunt anyway), and all she could think about was getting close enough to her to be able to run her fingers through Emily's hair, and press her face into it, and whisper into her ear, "You don't know me but I love you."
She couldn't do it then, but she can now, so she nudges Emily's hair with her nose, brushing it out of her face, and Naomi kisses her through where it's still draped across her temple.
"I love you," she whispers. "I love you, Emily."
"Mmm, I know," Emily murmurs, and pulls Naomi in a bit tighter, her hand pulling at Naomi's hip. "I love you too."
It wakes her up, though, and soon she's trembling against Naomi.
And Naomi's not the best blanket, she knows, and, as much as she'd love to stay like this, with their skin as close as it could ever be, she thinks that they might catch horrible colds and it's not the way she wants either of them to spend the first week of their holiday.
"Come on," she says, pushing herself up so that Emily has to follow suit. "Let's go get warm."
They leave their clothes wherever they dropped them earlier and rush upstairs, hand in hand, and are still so sleepy that Emily stumbles a bit but it's okay because Naomi's there to catch her.
On the landing they're both standing shivering, and Emily glances towards the bathroom.
"Fuck yes," Naomi says, planting a quick kiss on the top of Emily's head before pulling her through the door and starting the shower off.
Part Two