Fic: Marathon - Naomi/Emily

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Bathroom

It doesn't take long to heat up, thankfully, and soon they're stepping under the water, Naomi helping Emily in behind her.

It's not the best shower ever, and Naomi makes a mental note to ask her mum if they can get it replaced when she and Kieran return home from wherever the fuck it is that they've gone, but it's warm, and it's managing to cover both of them, so that's enough.

Emily's pushed up against Naomi's chest, allowing the water to cascade down over Naomi's head and onto her own. She's still shivering a bit, though, and Naomi aids the warming process by rubbing her hands up and down Emily's arms, smoothing out goosebumps.

And Emily's helping too, her hands pressed flat against Naomi's back, going with and against the water in quick motions.

"God, that's better. Let's never fall asleep on the fucking table again," Emily says when her teeth finally stop chattering.

"Agreed." Naomi kisses the top of her head. "Shampoo?"

"Please."

Naomi breaks their embrace and reaches down for the cherry flavoured stuff that Emily bought for when she stayed over, which was more often than not so it stood to reason.

Squeezing some of the obnoxiously pink liquid into her hand, Naomi begins to run it through Emily's hair, passing over the bottle so Emily can do the same for her.

"I used to think about doing this," Emily says, pressing a kiss to Naomi's chest briefly before threading her fingers into Naomi's hair, rubbing in the shampoo, bunching her hair up at the bottom and bringing it up to the back of Naomi's head.

She hums at the feeling, and then says, "Oh?"

"Yeah, back at school, when your hair was much shorter, I had this sort of... image of us, but we were in the bath and I was sat behind you washing your hair."

Naomi laughs, because it's about the cutest thing she's ever heard.

"And here's me thinking," she grins, pulling Emily's hair back and massaging her scalp. "that you just sat there perving over me."

"What makes you think that's where it ended?"

Naomi looks down at her, and she's grinning, and of course Emily would have gone there. She shouldn't be surprised, really, that she feels something low in her belly, but they've already fucked several times this evening and she's not sure how she can be this turned on, always.

But still, she says, "I see. So... what happened next?"

Emily's eyes widen, and Naomi thinks that the same thing is happening to her, that she's feeling it too.

"Well," Emily swallows. "Then, I'd rinse it all out, like this." And she tips Naomi's head back under the water, running her fingers through it, working out the suds. "And then I'd get the soap, and start washing you."

And she does, working it up into a lather and rubbing her hands over Naomi's shoulders, down over her ribs and then back up them and, tentatively, slowly, over Naomi's breasts.

Naomi bites her lip, because she knows she's got wet now from the way Emily's hands just know how to touch her, and from the way she's talking, telling Naomi of all the things she's wanted to do for years.

"And, of course, it's meant to just start off as just cleaning, just washing, but then it sort of turns, you know?"

"Quite the young seductress, weren't you?" Naomi says, trying to sound calm but her pulse has already started racing,

Emily pulls back and fixes her with a half-smile. "Well, it didn't exactly work back then, did it? Maybe I should have skipped all the coy glances and just come right out and asked you if you wanted to have a shower with me."

"You never know," Naomi says lowly, ducking her head so she's almost kissing her, and then whispers, "I might just have said yes."

Naomi kisses her through a smile, and it's meant to be a quick one, a soft one with her hands now smoothing over Emily's neck and shoulders where the shampoo has trickled down, but it grows when Emily tweaks both of Naomi's nipples at once and Naomi pulls Emily's hair at the shock of it.

That seemed to do something to Emily, then, and the kiss deepens further still. And it's not fast, but it is deep, and they're kissing like they've been apart for days, like they were always supposed to be here, naked, together, working as a team as the water falls over their heads and shoulders, down their spines and over their toes.

"Oh," Naomi says when she feels one of Emily's hands leave her breast and glides down over her stomach. "Is this what happens next then?"

"Well, sort of," Emily says, licking her lips. "But you were facing the other way."

"How about..." Naomi starts, pressing a long kiss to Emily's lips. "How about we change it a bit?"

"Yeah," Emily says, pulling Naomi's left hand from her head, still coated in shampoo, and slides it between them. She pushes down on Naomi's hand with her own, guides Naomi's fingers towards her clit, and they both gasp at the feel of it.

"Fuck," Naomi manages, just before Emily's fingers find her clit, and they both start slowly moving their fingers.

"Yeah," Emily says again. "Yeah, I think this is better."

Their lips find each other again, and it's all so slow and delicate that if feels to Naomi like it's the closest to making love that they'll ever get.

They're working tight circles around each other's clits, not pushing any further (there's no need), and it just feels like they're so close, and Naomi almost wants to tell Emily that if she had asked her to do this back at school then... well, she would have definitely have run a mile.

But she would have wanted to say yes, would have imagined saying yes, would have taken the image of it home and run a nice hot bath and locked the door and closed her eyes and thought of Emily. Thought of the ways that Emily could be touching her as she touched herself.

She can't tell Emily that now, though. She would ask too many questions, want to know too many things that Naomi couldn't tell her about.

Not yet, anyway.

She's snapped back to reality, to the present Emily who is starting to moan into her mouth, and Naomi feels her stomach drop again.

They can't have been going for very long, but Naomi reckons they both must be pretty sensitive still, and the way that the water is encasing them, putting them in their own little bubble, is making everything feel about ten times lovelier than usual.

When Emily starts to murmur against Naomi's mouth, in a series of high-pitched mmms that turn into whimpers as Emily pulls back so that their foreheads are resting together, Naomi joins her. Their fingers keeping the same pace, and though Naomi wants to pick it up a bit she doesn't because this is mostly Emily's fantasy really, so Naomi's just following her lead.

There's something about it that's working, though, and Naomi's legs are starting to tremble but she keeps upright, firmly held in place by the arm that Emily has wrapped around her waist, holding them together.

Emily's whimpering has increased, and Naomi pushes her fingers a bit harder against Emily's clit.

"Oh!" she gasps. "Oh fuck, Naoms... kiss me, kiss me, I'm gonna -"

Naomi cuts her off with a kiss, as requested, feeling as Emily's nails dig into her side and her hips move almost like she's not in control of them anymore, and nudges them forwards so that their hands are pressing together as they get each other off.

And it's not often that they come together, but this time, it just seems right, and the way that Emily's been moaning into her mouth is bringing Naomi closer so that she's scrunching her brow and struggling to keep their lips together.

But it's what Emily wants so she manages, even though they've both stopped moving their lips and are just holding each other there as their fingers work below them.

Emily starts to come a second before Naomi does, and it's all the encouragement she needs to join her in it, and they didn't mean to but their fingers have started to speed up now, pushing against each other and pushing them both over, together.

They don't break apart as it happens, and Naomi's only just realised that that's because Emily's got her hand firmly planted at the back of Naomi's head so that she couldn't get away even if she wanted to. Which, of course, she wouldn't.

It would be painful, the way Emily's got her lips against Naomi's in an almost bruising kiss, but it's coupled with the feeling that's burning pleasantly between her legs, and she comes with a muted cry that's replicated by Emily, and they're doing it, more or less together, coming into each other's hands.

Emily finally lets them break apart to breathe, then, and they stand with their foreheads leaning together as they bring each other down as slowly as they started.

"Well," Naomi says with a shaky voice. "Not what I was expecting."

"Mm," Emily hums, and punctuates her agreement with a lazy kiss. "Me either. And it was much better than it was when I used to think about it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Emily says quietly, and then lets herself be pulled into a kiss that Naomi knows is the only way to say things, really.

"Come on then," Naomi says, breaking away and kissing the tip of Emily's nose. "Let's get you rinsed off and get the fuck out of here. I'm turning into a prune and that ain't too sexy."

"Silly twat," Emily says, smiling, and pushes Naomi back a couple of steps so she can put her head right under the water. She squeezes Naomi's hip, just once, and shakes her head back out of the water. "You're always sexy."

****

After a few minutes of actual cleaning (Naomi rinsing out her cunt, working out all the wetness that Emily's left there, Emily watching and causing Naomi to blush for the first time in ages) they decide to abandon conditioner and just get the fuck out of there.

Naomi wraps a towel around Emily first, ruffling her hair with it before settling it on her shoulders, and then finds one for herself.

"Right, bed for us, I think. I don't even know what the time is," Naomi says, though she finds herself surprisingly unsleepy even though it must be early morning by now.

"Aw," Emily says, squeezing Naomi's fingers as she's lead out of the bathroom to Naomi's bedroom. "It's early yet."

Naomi turns with an eyebrow raised in just enough time to catch Emily wink at her.

Right, she thinks, turning back around with her bottom lip held between her teeth.

Right.

****

Bedroom

Despite having warmed up a bit in the shower, Naomi's starting to feel the cold kick back in again so she quickly dries herself and climbs into bed and watches as Emily does the same, diving under the covers and wrapping a leg over Naomi's hip.

Naomi grips it, pulling at Emily's thigh so that it's draped across her stomach, and it's one of those moments where she's fully aware that Emily's cunt is touching her bare skin but it's not about anything other than closeness. Emily's not grinding against her, and Naomi's not pushing into her, but it's just nice. Something Naomi could never imagine doing with a boy.

But, saying that, she couldn't really imagine doing anything like this with anyone other than Emily.

Sometimes, Naomi thinks as she smooths Emily's hair away from her face, kissing her forehead, she thinks it might all be a bit too much, all of this. To have everything you've ever wanted. And it's all right there. Emily is right there and she's not going anywhere.

When she thinks things like that, though, she pushes them away, because they're not right, are they? To think about what happens after you get what you want, and how, really, once you've had it letting it go would be the most painful thing ever.

But she's not going to let Emily go - she's not going to screw it up.

Emily must sense that she's stuck in her own head again (she has a knack for getting that now) and takes her head away from Naomi's chest and shifts up a bit so she's looking down, her leg back down from Naomi's waist.

"Hey. I've been thinking," she says, softly. "What do you want to do, you know, after college?"

Naomi stiffens because, well, she's thought about it. And she thinks there must be options, but she's not sure what they are yet.

"I don't know, really. I mean..." she starts, bristling a little bit, watching as Emily searches her eyes. "I've always wanted to be a Policewoman."

Emily laughs then, and slaps Naomi on the arm.

"What? I could be a copper."

"Yeah right," Emily giggles, tucking her head back under Naomi's chin, trailing her fingertips over Naomi's stomach. "And I could be a supermodel."

"I don't really like supermodels," Naomi says. "They've all got stupid names."

Emily chuckles and pokes her in the side so that Naomi squirms a bit.

"Besides, you used to think I could do anything." She means it as a joke, but Emily's taken it seriously and she pushes herself up onto her elbow again, reaches up and tucks a bit of still-wet hair behind Naomi's ear.

"You can," Emily says, her voice breaking a little and shaking her head. "Of course you can."

And in that moment, Naomi believes her and cranes her neck up to capture Emily's lips in one of those kisses that are an entire conversation in themselves.

She feels Emily's hand cup her cheek and it's a wonder, really, that Emily's there at all. That after last year, or even the last couple of years, she's still bothered with Naomi. Still wanting and still loving her.

It's one of those times where Naomi feels it in her chest so strongly that she feels like she can't breathe a bit, like all the feelings she's been keeping locked away are all wanting to come out in one big rush. But she can't do it, let them out. Not completely, because then Emily will have everything, and it will be much easier for Naomi to be broken.

So she settles on one, one that she knows she's said before, one that's something they can both understand.

"I love you," she says, pulling back so she can look into Emily's eyes when she says it.

Emily nods, and she takes in a shaky breath, almost like she can't believe she's hearing it. So it's entirely contradictory when she says, "I know."

But Emily kisses her again like she believes it. It's good enough.

Naomi starts to feel tired again, like Emily's kisses are a lullaby that only she can hear. But she doesn't want to sleep, doesn't want this night to end, really.

Her back hurts from the table, still, and she says as much.

"You sleepy yet?" Emily asks, kissing Naomi's eyebrow.

"Only a bit."

"Same here. Fancy a massage?"

Naomi grins, and it's one of those coupley things that she always pretended she hated. But she's given up on that now, and she feels a bit bad because Emily's been so attentive this evening but, really, it's entirely Emily's fault that she's aching all over, so she says yes.

"Cool, get on your tummy then," Emily says with a pat to her belly and shifts off her.

Naomi climbs out of the covers again and lays with her head at the foot of the bed and is almost chilly again until Emily climbs on top of her, straddling her arse and Naomi shifts a little bit when she feels Emily's cunt brush against her.

Emily's hands push up the skin of Naomi's back and Naomi groans into the arm that she's lying on.

"Nice?" Emily asks, and Naomi just groans again. "Cool."

It's more than nice, actually, as Emily's fingers find Naomi's shoulders and begin kneading them, rubbing out the kinks with her thumbs.

"You're good at this," Naomi mutters, and she feels overcome with tiredness again, but she's quickly awakened when Emily drags her fingernails down her back, scratching down until she's pressing down on Naomi's lower back, close to where she's sitting.

"I can see us," Emily says with a croaky voice, "in the mirror over there."

Naomi lifts her head up and, oh, so can she.

She catches the reflection of them both, Emily sitting atop her, her hair damp and darker than it is when dry, and Emily's gazing back at herself rather than looking at Naomi.

When Emily wriggles a little on top of her, Naomi thinks Jesus because Emily clearly must be some kind of nymph or something - she's wet again.

But then the evening hasn't been entirely fair so far and Emily's only come twice, while Naomi's come three times, so the balance isn't right. So, maybe she's justified in getting turned on.

Maybe they both are, really, and it's hardly like she can help it, what with the way that Emily's leaning forward, eyes still fixed on herself, and is pressing her breasts and stomach and, oh, so much skin, right against Naomi's back.

She lets her gaze shift then as she lowers her lips to Naomi's shoulder and it with an open mouth, letting her tongue linger.

Naomi's moan is unavoidable, and part of her mind is thinking, Surely not again..., but her cunt is telling her otherwise, as is the rest of her body, and there's no way she's going to stop this now because Emily's dragging her hair down Naomi's back and it feels like a breeze blowing against her.

Emily kisses her way down until she can't kiss anymore without moving, and she looks back up at the mirror.

"Is this... do you want to go to sleep?" she asks, and Naomi is already a bit worked up again so, no, but also it's the way that Emily's eyelids have become a bit hooded and Naomi knows it's going to happen again.

"No," Naomi says, looking Emily right in the eye. "No I want you to fuck me."

Emily groans and tips her head back, and something must have happened to her, because she's taking her hands off Naomi's back and running them up her thighs and across her stomach and then onto her breasts.

"Fuck," she gasps, and Naomi gets that it's a show, that Emily knows she's watching and, it's a bit like torture because she wants her hands or her mouth or both to be where Emily's are right now and she just can't move, not with Emily sat on her like that.

"Fucking hell, you are so fucking hot," Naomi says, the words spilling out of her mouth before she can stop them. It's hardly like she can be blamed, watching her girlfriend in the mirror, twisting her own nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

And then Emily's hips start to move, pushing her cunt harder into one of Naomi's arse cheeks, and Naomi can feel just how wet she is now, which is very. And it feels good, so good that Naomi drops her head down so she can focus on the feeling.

What she's not expecting is a sharp tug to the back of her head, forcing her to look back into the mirror, and she can't help but look shocked.

"Shit, sorry," Emily says, thinking she's gone too far. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to -"

"Em. Em!" Naomi starts and, yeah it did hurt a bit but also... "It's fine. It was... it was all right, okay? Just a surprise."

"Sure? Shit, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't. Really."

Emily leans down flush against her back again and captures Naomi's lips in an awkward kiss.

"Good," she says, right by Naomi's ear, and Naomi feels a small hand creep between their bodies again, and then knuckles digging into her arse, which she knows means that Emily's touching herself. "So did I."

She pulls her hand away and brings it Naomi's mouth as she watches them both in the mirror again, watches Naomi sucking on her fingers, and Naomi's watching herself do it.

But then Emily's shifting off her, backwards, and Naomi's a little stunned because it's all happening quite fast now.

"Shift your arse up," Emily directs, pulling on Naomi's thighs to help her until she's got her arse in the air and is leaning forward onto her elbows. "Good."

Then Naomi feels Emily's fingers against her clit, and they're sliding down until they're pressing into her, two at once, and Naomi cries out because they've gone in all the way in one go.

"God, you're so fucking wet, Naomi," Emily says behind her, and Naomi can see the look on her face as she's watching what she's doing like she did before on the table. But this time Emily's not doing anything slowly - she's got two fingers working quickly right from the off, her palm facing upwards and just pounding into Naomi with a strength she wasn't aware either of them could muster after the evening they've already had.

"Do you like that?" Emily asks, and Naomi nods, not sure she can speak, but she tries.

"Fuck yes, Ems. You're amazing," she manages with a gasp, gripping onto the duvet, bunching it up in her fists, as Emily fucks her harder,

"You look fucking sexy being fucked from behind like this, you know," Emily says, never slowing, never losing her rhythm even as she's digging her fingers into the flesh of Naomi's arse.

Naomi grunts as she can't quite agree, like, how she can look sexy, really? But Emily makes her feel sexy at least, which is agreement enough.

But she knows that fucking someone is going to have to put some pressure on her clit because otherwise this will never end, and, really, this was meant to be a massage to soothe old aches not create new ones.

She stops internally complaining, though, when Emily crooks her fingers upwards and Naomi can't stop the, "Oh Jesus!" that escapes her lips.

"Yeah?" Emily asks like she already knows what the answer is.

And Naomi's brain sort of explodes, and she's lost all inhibitions, all everything as she lets go completely, probably more than she's ever done, and she lets her voice do what it wants to do.

"Christ, fuck me, Emily. Fuck me harder," is what she manages first, and it's worth it for the look on Emily's face as she nods, almost like she's shocked at what she's done, but complies and begins to thrust into Naomi, flicking the tips of her fingers while they're still buried in Naomi's cunt.

Then Naomi's throat forgets all about words and she cries out a succession of, Ahs and Oh!s and all the while she's making sure she keeps her eyes trained on Emily's.

It's better, definitely, with Emily staring right back at her and, as Naomi starts to feel like she can't take any more, she gives in and roughly rubs at her clit, her fingers dripping with her own wetness, the wetness that Emily helped her make.

"Oh yeah," Emily says as Naomi pushes her cunt back onto Emily's fingers, and Naomi's breaking everywhere, so much that she feels like, like she needs more.

So she asks for it.

"More, Em," she says between breaths, and when Emily raises her eyebrows, Naomi continues. "Another finger, I want... fuck - put another finger inside me."

"Fucking hell, yes," Emily says, and as she pulls out a little more than she has been doing, Naomi feels the tip of a third finger enter her and she pushes slowly down onto it.

All it takes then is few further thrusts, and Naomi's never felt so full - not with the strap-on, not with anything else before - and a few rough pushes against her clit and Naomi comes, and it's really fucking hard and she can feel herself clench around Emily's fingers as it's happening.

She cries out again and can't help but squeeze her eyes shut. But it's only for a moment, because she's opened them again by the time she's stroking her clit a little more gently and Emily's moving her fingers inside her a lot more slowly.

Naomi drops her hand away first, like all the energy she's ever had has drained from her body in one big wave.

Emily pulls her fingers out a moment later, and Naomi winces and knows it's going to be a little sore tomorrow. But it was worth it, totally, and she's sated, spent, and finally allows her legs to give way and splays them either side of Emily as she falls back onto her stomach.

"Fuck me..." she mutters into the duvet, and Emily chuckles behind her, and Naomi chances a look back at the mirror to see Emily smiling around her fingers, all three of them in her mouth, licking them clean.

Naomi groans again and closes her eyes, lets the image settle in her mind. Keeps it there.

Soon, though, Emily's snuggling up against her, kissing her shoulder and Naomi smiles happily.

"God, I think you broke me," she says, turning so Emily knows she's only half joking.

She wants to sleep, then. Wants to fall asleep in Emily's arms and wake up with red hair in her face and her arm wrapped around a thin waist with two sets of fingers hovering over Emily's stomach.

She's thinking about how much she wants to touch her, how frustrated Emily must be when she feels her eyelids droop.

"Em, I think... I don't think I can..."

"Ssh," Emily soothes, pulling Naomi closer. "Ssh, it's okay. I don't need to... that was enough for me. You're enough for me."

Naomi wants to argue but she just has no energy left, not even enough to tell Emily that she wants to touch her. That she loves her.

So she rubs her nose underneath Emily's chin, and the places a light kiss on her neck before she gives into sleep.

****

It's still dark when Naomi wakes up and, she's not sure how she's managed it, Emily's pulled the duvet back over both of them even though they fell asleep at the foot of the bed lying on top of it.

Impressive, Naomi thinks, but then remembers the reason she fell asleep so quickly and isn't surprised at all that she was unable to be woken.

Emily had even propped Naomi's head back on her shoulder and is lying with her head tilted back a little and her mouth open. Naomi smirks at it as she blinks, noting how Emily still looks cute even sleeping like that.

She snuggles a little closer and Emily grips her a little tighter even in her sleep.

Naomi doesn't get why she's wide awake because she was absolutely exhausted when she conked out after Emily had fucked her. It sends a shiver through her body, noting how Emily can be so tender one moment and so forceful and wanting the next. She can't deny that it was sexy, more than sexy, and she bites her lip as she remembers Emily's eyes in the mirror.

It makes her wonder, then, if Emily had taken care of business while she lay next to her. Whether, while Naomi slept, Emily touched herself, made herself come quietly because Naomi had failed to do it for her.

But then Naomi remembers that, no - Emily wanted to give, wanted to do things for Naomi because she could and not because she wanted something in return.

Still, though, it doesn't seem fair. And Naomi wonders, as she pulls her left hand free from where it's tangled together with Emily's somewhere beside Emily's head, and brings it to hover over Emily's cunt.

She chances a look at Emily - still sleeping soundly - and doesn't think it would be too much of an intrusion just to have a feel, to see if Emily is still wet.

Gently, Naomi extends her middle finger and lowers it to where she knows Emily's cunt is, underneath the covers.

She has to contain a gasp, then, as she meets wetness even before she's gone very far at all, the outer part of Emily's cunt coated in her wetness.

Feeling daring, though (and spurred on by just how much her girlfriend wants her, had wanted her before she rudely slipped into unconsciousness), Naomi dips a finger in further.

Emily shifts, but doesn't wake, and Naomi's not sure why she holds her breath because it isn't as if she wants to do this without Emily knowing, but it'd be nice if she woke up slowly.

So, ensuring her finger is nice and wet, Naomi brings it up so it's pressed against the side of Emily's clit and starts circling it, slowly.

From where Naomi is propped up on one elbow she keeps her eyes trained on Emily and she can see Emily's nose twitch a little and then a little puff of air escape her lips.

Emily's hips wake up before she does, though, and start gently rotating at the same speed as Naomi's finger, and then she's making quiet Mmm type noises as her eyes are fluttering open.

"Naomi?" she asks quietly, and Naomi feels a hand on her back, warm and comforting.

"I'm here, Ems," Naomi whispers, kissing her lightly on the side of her mouth. "I'm here."

And then Emily's kissing her back with a bit more force, craning her neck to try and get better contact, so Naomi pushes down with her lips, and with her finger, and Emily gasps against her mouth.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," Naomi says, kissing her way around to Emily's ear, sucking lightly on the space below it.

"It's fine, I was tired too, and I - oh!" Emily's body arches up off of the bed as Naomi slips a finger straight into her and it's so easy because Emily's ridiculously wet, still.

Naomi moves it slowly, in as far as it will go, before bringing it all the way back out to rub lightly against Emily's clit.

"That's nice," Emily says softly, like Naomi's just scratched an itch for her. Though she supposes that, in a way, she has.

"You like that, then? Waking up to me fingering you?" Naomi says, with a bite to Emily's ear, and Emily groans loudly.

"Fuck, yes," she sighs, trying to grip onto something but only ends up clawing at the skin of Naomi's back.

Naomi's playing with Emily's clit so slowly and it gives her an idea. Emily's devoted pretty much the entire evening to making Naomi come, to mostly giving without taking, so, Naomi thinks, she should make this as good for Emily as it can be.

And that means making it last.

So she doesn't pick up the pace, not even a little, and she's kissing Emily's neck so delicately, like even the slightest breath might break her, and it's becoming apparent that Emily's wanting more.

Her hips are moving faster, trying to encourage Naomi's fingers to mimic their rhythm, but Naomi keeps it steady, keeps it slow.

"Fuck Naoms, can't you go faster?"

"I was thinking about it," Naomi says with a bite to Emily's shoulder. "But then I decided I didn't want to."

She does dip her finger inside again, then, and Emily pushes down onto it, but then Naomi's withdrawn it like before and has resumed her teasing of Emily's clit.

Emily grunts in frustration and turns her head to the side, and Naomi thinks she's biting the sheets when she says, "What the fuck are you doing?"

And, well - Emily's been allowed to play tonight, so why shouldn't Naomi be, too?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?" And she does, stilling her finger completely but leaving it pressed to the side of Emily's clit.

"What?" Emily breathes out, her chest rapidly rising and falling, snapping her head back in Naomi's direction. "Naomi, fucking..."

"Do you want me to carry on?" Naomi almost feels bad for teasing her - almost - but then she's got a pretty good idea how this is going to feel at the end of it. She leans close to Emily's ear again, sliding her tongue up the side of it. "Because you only need to ask..."

"Fuck, yes, please carry on, don't fucking stop."

"Don't stop what?" Naomi whispers, pressing down but still not moving in the way that Emily wants her too.

"Fucking... Naomi. Just fucking... please touch my clit."

"But," Naomi says with a kiss to Emily's jaw. "I already am."

Emily moves her hand down and grips Naomi's wrist, trying to get Naomi to move it in the circles that Emily's dying for.

But that's not playing the game properly - not the with the rules that Naomi's set out, anyway.

She finds Emily's lips with her own and hovers above them as she whispers, "Say it."

"Touch me... fuck it - finger my clit. Please, just, please Naoms, I can't -"

But it's good enough, so as Naomi kisses her, she begins moving her finger again, a little faster this time though not by much, and brings a second finger to join it so there's one pressing against either side of Emily's clit.

Emily whimpers into Naomi's mouth, clutching the back of her head and pulling her down, bringing them closer together.

Naomi wants her as turned on as possible though, so she takes Emily's hand from her head and pushes it firmly against Naomi's breast. And Naomi tries not to focus on how good it feels, how good it all feels, when Emily's palming roughly at her tit, not at all like the way in which she usually touches it.

It pleases Naomi, somewhere down inside herself, somewhere she hasn't really been before, that she's bringing Emily to the edge. Because, if she's honest, it feels like that's where she herself is most of the time and it's nice to have company.

It's all sorts of awesome when Emily lets go like this, Naomi thinks as she reaches down and slides the two fingers into her and then right back out again (this time met by no more than a moan from Emily) because it's a version of her that no one else gets to see.

They might try, if they can, but no one else gets to have her. Emily made sure that Naomi knew that she belonged to her, and would stay that way if Naomi would allow it.

And it's the best decision she's ever made, letting Emily in, because now she's letting Naomi in in return.

Emily's kisses have been getting increasingly desperate, though, so Naomi knows it's time to turn it down a notch again, so she breaks away and says quietly, "I want to taste you," and kisses Emily's neck as she arches it back. And she lets out a low, guttural moan that Naomi's familiar with. Yeah, she thinks. Want me.

Her path down the front of Emily's body is a slow one, and Emily's still wriggling her hips like Naomi's still touching her, like pushing herself against air will somehow have some affect on her, but Naomi pins them down as she kisses her way across Emily's stomach.

When Naomi reaches Emily's cunt, she's hit with the heady aroma of her arousal and she wants to keep it slow, still, but can't resist one drawn out swipe of her tongue. Emily tries to buck into it, but Naomi's still holding her down, resting between her thighs and using all the strength she has left in her arms to keep Emily in place.

"Fuck, you're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?" Emily says from somewhere above Naomi, flipping the duvet down so it's not covering Naomi's head anymore.

Naomi grins, but she knows Emily can't see it. She hopes that Emily can hear it in her voice, though, when she says, "What do you think?" and takes a shorter, quicker lick at Emily's clit and feels nails digging into her head.

I'll take that as a yes, she thinks before diving back in.

****

Her assault of Emily's clit is extensive; playing with a range of techniques, each one eliciting a moan or a profanity from Emily's mouth.

Naomi laps at it with the flat of her tongue, pressing the whole thing down onto it, and she points her tongue into a defined tip and circles Emily's clit slowly. She sucks on it, gently, flicking her tongue over it while it's pursed between her lips, and that makes Emily cry out in a way that makes Naomi almost wonder if it's hurting, but she knows that Emily would say, really, if it was, so she sucks just a little bit harder before releasing it.

And, honestly, she's not that much of a cunt, so she takes one of her hands away from Emily's hip and there's an audible sigh from above and Naomi presses a smiling kiss down before resuming circles with her tongue.

Her fingers press against Emily's cunt, and she raises her head to ask, "Do you want it?"

"Yes, oh yes, please, go inside me," Emily breathes out, her voice a little higher than usual.

So Naomi does, sliding two fingers into Emily's extremely wet cunt, and it's so warm in there that Naomi just holds them still for a moment, with Emily still and holding in a breath and when Naomi pushes in a little harder and then moves them back and then forth Emily releases it.

She moves her fingers a little faster, then, still keeping pressure on Emily's clit, and she's allowed Emily to move a little so they're working together, completely in sync, part of the same team.

Emily's started to cry out a little, in short bursts of sound that echo inside Naomi's mind. She thinks she'll be able to imagine them, always, whenever she calls up the memory.

But then, with Emily always there, she knows she won't need to.

She thrusts harder, turning her fingers up at the tips, pressing against that part of Emily that makes Emily groan loudly, and cry out, "Oh fuck... oh fuck..." and Naomi knows where this is going but (and maybe she is a bit of a cunt after all) as she feels Emily's cunt start to contract around her fingers, she stops moving them.

"Oh my fuck, what the fuck are you doing?" Emily gasps, and Naomi wants to laugh but she thinks that'll be a bit too far, so she says nothing, just presses her lips to Emily's clit and hums.

Emily's still contracting and releasing, but Naomi knows that it's a warm down rather than a build up.

"Sorry, were you enjoying that?" she asks, trailing her tongue down until it meets her fingers and pushes it a little way in before coming back out and up again.

"What are you doing to me, Naomi?" Emily groans, and she's hoisted herself up onto her elbows and Naomi can see, where the sun's started to creep in through the curtains, the paleness of Emily's skin against the vibrant red of her hair and she can't keep this up much longer. She wants to give, now.

So, she says lifting her head, "I'm going to fuck you now - really hard. Ready?"

"Ready?" Emily says, incredulous. "Of course I'm fucking ready, you fucking - oh fucking Christ..."

Naomi's already got her fingers pushing back hard into Emily and, this time, when Naomi lowers her head to Emily's clit she licks it quickly and roughly as Emily cries out.

"Yes, oh thank fuck, yes," is what Naomi can hear, but all the blood's rushing to her head and she's focussed, driven now, and pounding into Emily like she's wanted to all night, ever since Emily started singing in the kitchen, and when she was delicately massaging Naomi's feet, and when Emily was fucking her on the table and... probably since long before all of that, really.

This time, when Emily's cunt starts to clench around her fingers Naomi lets it, lets Emily take in as much of her as she can manage, and with her fingers curled up into fists around Naomi's hair, Emily's starting to come, coming so hard that Naomi's worried it's going to break her fingers, but fuck that.

Fuck that, she thinks, and keeps thrusting into Emily and working her clit with her tongue until she's going stiff, her body jerking and, in one big burst of energy, she comes with Naomi inside her.

Emily's still holding onto her hair as Naomi brings her back down, adorning her clit with tiny kisses once her fingers have almost slowed, and then she stops them when Emily's breathing has mellowed a little and she's releasing a series of soft sighs that melt Naomi's heart a little bit.

She pulls out, and her whole hand is aching but it was totally worth it, and she licks her fingers clean before crawling back up to where Emily's panting and pressing a hand to her eyes.

"All right?" Naomi asks, pulling the duvet back over them both and resting an arm across Emily's stomach.

Emily doesn't reply, just, mms a little before reaching down and lacing their fingers together.

It's a good enough response.

It's the only one she needs.

****

The next time they wake up it's really light out, like it's actually summer and the curtains are doing nothing but cast a warm glow over the room where Naomi and Emily lie wrapped up in a light green duvet, their limbs locked together in the same position they'd fallen asleep in.

They kiss before they've opened their eyes, like they instinctively know where each other's lips will be, and they break apart to rest their foreheads together.

"Hey," Naomi says groggily but through a smile.

"Hey you," Emily says back and kisses her again. "What was that, last night?"

"Not sure," Naomi shrugs, pulling Emily closer. "It was pretty fucking good though, right?"

Emily giggles and presses a tight smile against Naomi's lips. "Yes it was."

They lie together for a few moments, Naomi blinking away her sleep and humming contentedly into Emily's hair. Every morning should be like this, she thinks.

"So," Emily starts, smoothing her fingers down Naomi's ribs. "Fancy having a party tonight? Your mum said we could."

"Oh did she?" Naomi replies. "You didn't seem that keen on the idea last night."

"Well, no - I had other plans, obviously."

Naomi smiles as Emily kisses her chin and then rubs their noses together.

"So," she continues. "Party? Cook and the others? I'm sure he'll show you his tattoo if you ask him nicely."

Emily laughs when Naomi pokes her in the side and then wraps herself around Naomi tighter still, nestling her face in the crook of Naomi's shoulder. And it isn't the thought of Cook that puts her off, or any of the others. Or drinking with other people around, or getting stoned with them.

It's nothing to do with any of that really when Naomi says, "Nah, you're all right. How about we stay in, watch some TV, have a quiet night in. Just you and me."

Emily pushes away from her, then, and gazes down at Naomi, briefly, and then nods.

"Yeah," she says, leaning in for a kiss. "Sounds perfect."