Title: The Hollows
Author: a_lil_nothing
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: quite smutty, you are warned
Summary: A/U-ish. Two random strangers meet at a pub in Barcelona and spend the night together.
Disclaimer: Loosely based on 'Room in Rome' which is loosely based on "En La Cama". I'll be using Naomi and Emily (which are not mine) but will give them back once I'm done playing with them. Sounds naughtier than I meant. 'The Hollows' is a song I quite like by a band called WHY? (It's also the first song to play on my itunes when I decided to post this fic. I tend to name the fics like that. Oddly, it works most of the times.)
Author's Notes: I've been MIA for a while but been writing a lot in the meantime. This is my first time writing a smuttish Skins fic, so I apologize because I try to make it more erotica than, lets say, porn. This all takes place within 6 hours so I tried to pace it realistically which is why this chapter is sooooooo long. Not British at all and English isn't my first language. Not beta-ed so feedback is more than welcomed. I have the second half outlined and expect to post it next week at some point. a huge thank you to everyone that has continued to leave feedback on my older fics and even subscribe for author alerts so long after I wrote them. much love, a lil nothing
The shameless flirting and lustful glances slackened as soon as they exited the pub and stepped out into the cool midnight. Nervous energy surged around them. The city was waking up for the nightly festivities as these two, walking side by side, hands purposely brushing against each other every other step, shy smiles in acknowledgment, headed towards a more quiet location. The stroll to the hotel was maddeningly quick yet briskly slow. The ride up the ancient lift, more so. The walk down the dimly lit, sweet smelling hall… silent, deep breaths calmed the restless souls.
Emily, ever the courteous host, held the door to room 605 open for her guest. The blonde paused, and quickly glanced at her companion who no more than five minutes ago had shamelessly invited her up for another glass of wine, before entering.
Taking in the modernly decorated room, quite different from her own posh one just a few streets over, the newcomer spoke, "I've never gone home with a girl before."
Emily grinned as she took both their purses and, without really looking, carelessly threw them on the small corner sofa behind her. The rustling of various contents broke the silence. She motioned for the coat. "I'm not just a girl and this isn't home. Besides, I'm willing to bet no one knows us in this city."
"Is that why you're here? To be inconspicuous?" Naomi asked, making sure to take out the lighter and her half empty pack of clove cigarettes before handing over the Burberry Prorsum.
"I just…" Emily hung her own coat as well, "I wanted to see Barcelona." She walked over to the mini fridge. "How do you spell your name?" she asked, looking for a bottle opener via various drawers and small cupboards.
"Is this a trick question?" Naomi lightly chuckled, watching her. "Can you not remember it? I told you three times."
"No trick. Just curious." Emily smiled, bottle and bottle opener in hand. "Never heard it before… Effy."
It was the first time the redhead witnessed a strained gaze emit from those enticing blue, blue eyes. Shyness: yeah, a random woman flirting with you in a bar. Nervousness: sure, heading somewhere with a stranger in a strange city. But, uncomfortable? That was new.
"It's short for Elizabeth," she signaled to the balcony, a silent request to smoke out there.
Emily nodded, watching how lovely the pencil skirt cupped her curves as she walked, how the back seam pantyhose moved with her long legs, how the high heels accentuated her calves. "Cant see you as an Elizabeth." She declared a minute later as she joined her, two glasses with white wine in hand.
Naomi turned away from the gorgeous city scene in front of her, exhaled the smoke upwards, the aroma of spices lingering anyway. "Really? And you're, what, a typical Katie? Or is it Katherine?"
Emily coyly smiled, setting the glasses on the wide railing. "We could be royalty, you and I."
"I'm distantly related to 17 century French aristocrat. Cecile Delacroix. She was beheaded during the French Revolution." She unflinchingly stared at Emily, "Her eyes carried on blinking for 14 seconds after her head was severed from her neck." Naomi finished her fag, softly stomping on it with her Blahnik.
Emily started at the admission, her face serious, gauging the storyteller's tale. But, whether it was the earlier drinks or the delicious excitement of the situation she currently found herself in, she couldn't prevent the laughter that erupted, "You're shitting me."
Naomi shook her head as she raised her hand and pledged, "Swear on the Crown that story is true." Her sober gaze turned into a pleased smile as she observed the redhead catch her breath. What was it about this girl? From the first moment she'd seen her enter the pub whilst talking to Pablo, one of the various blokes she'd met during the conference, she knew she was done for. It was automatic.
Emily handed her a glass, clinking them together once Naomi grabbed hers. "Why'd you come up here with me?"
The blonde took her time drinking the wine, enjoying the aroma, the flavor… quality Spanish wine. She gazed at Emily over the rim of the glass, "Life is all about meeting interesting individuals who you come across in ways that you'd never expect." The way her upper lip curled like that was incredibly sexy.
"So, it wasn't my tits?" Emily raised an eyebrow, "I saw you staring. Couldn't look away."
At that retort, Naomi almost choked on the liquid. "It's hard not to when," her eyes traveled to the low-cut neckline, "they're right in front of you like that." Glancing back up, she noticed the spirited redhead was blushing. A surprising change from the outgoing, straightforward, ball buster that intrigued her earlier that evening and stole her away. "And you? You walked across a crowded bar. Why me?"
She drank the rest of her wine. "He looked like a douche and you seemed bored." Naomi laughed out loud, a high pitched sound that should have been annoying but wasn't. It tickled Emily from the inside. "I… I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you now." Especially now that Naomi was softly biting her bottom lip, her face half turned, eyes staring at something she couldn't quite see. Emily returned the empty glass to the railing. "Your eyes," Naomi looked back, silent, "There's something… sad about them. It's gone when you smile though. You should smile more often."
Naomi delicately shook her head, inhaled and exhaled slowly, a decision made. "I should go."
The way she said it, like a question, was unconvincing. "Let's order some tapas. It's early still." Emily moved to stop her, praying her voice didn't sounds as anxious as she felt.
"It's late and…" she set down her half empty wine glass, "I'm leaving tomorrow morning."
Emily moved closer, "So am I."
Naomi moved back, away from this shorter person encroaching her personal space. "We should get some rest then."
"Rest is overrated." Closer still, Naomi's back was now against the edge of the balcony, trapped.
"I really-" Emily's cool lips were suddenly on hers. The blouse grabbing, the pulling her in, the sweet taste of that satin tongue. She leaned into it, moaning, feeling. Hands roamed as tongues fought for dominance, electric jolts running up and down her body to places long dormant, glad she was pressed against a wall since her knees were becoming weak. She wasn't sure how long they kissed before she found the strength to pull away from that intoxicating mouth, "I can't. I can't do this. I'm sorry."
Emily seemed somewhat amused. "Your hands are on my tits. I'm thinking you can."
"Sorry!" She dropped her hands, her fingers already missing the softness and warmth of those small but supple breasts. She kept glancing back and forth between the wet, swollen, ruby lips and deep brown eyes so close her.
Emily brows furrowed, trying to figure her out. She saw the attraction in the woman's gaze, felt it just now, why was she reluctant all of a sudden? "Are you married?"
"What?" Naomi was perplexed by the unexpected question, "No."
Emily lifted her left hand, flaunting the gold band on her middle digit. "It's on the wrong finger but-"
"This?" Naomi gestured to the ring and then gently pulled her hand away, "No. No, it's my mum's."
"In a relationship?"
Naomi started to answer her but stopped. She didn't know what to say, really. "Are you?"
"No."
"To which question?" Emily just looked at her. "What? You asked me first."
"I take it back, then." She was enjoying watching the blonde's reaction, how her eyes narrowed, her forehead crinkled in disbelief.
"We can't disregard it." She crossed her arms over her chest. "You've already asked it."
"I can do whatever I want." Emily smiled, eyes twinkling. She could watch her all night, every tiny facial movement, every timbre of that voice revealed so much. If only she had the time to learn it all.
"No, you can't. There are rules, or whatever, to this." She motioned with her hand to the two of them. "I'm not exactly sure what they are, but-"
"Are you a barrister?"
"What?"
"You're good at this."
"At having a conversation?"
"Arguing."
Naomi scoffed, "Some would call it debating."
"Others would call it 'I don't ever want to shut my mouth-ism'."
"Great. You're making me sound great." She rolled her eyes heavenward. "You're very annoying."
"Yeah, well. You seem to inspire it in me." There was something about the blonde's playful smirk, her mischievous eyes, her arresting presence, that Emily simply could not help herself. "Just give me a fucking…" She closed the distance, needing to taste and explore that flavored mouth again, hands tenderly unbuttoning Naomi's blouse, sliding the collar over the pale shoulders, letting it fall on the ground. She inhaled deeply, taking in the various lovely scents emanating from the woman in front of her: the clove, the light perfume, the lotion or soap used.
When her eyes opened, pupils dilated, ready, she saw her willing and desirous again. Emily kissed her right above her ample breasts, hands traveling up to unhook the laced bra, feeling the woman tremble underneath her fingers. "I want you naked," she kissed her collarbone, licked up her neck and nipped her jawbone, "in that bed," small hands now caressed her arse, looking for the zip, "with your long legs wrapped around me." She squeezed.
"Oh, fuck." Naomi surrendered, her belly burned as a rush of blood journeyed straight to her clit. She desperately kissed her back, trying hard to hide her lies in those kisses, these visceral emotions the only thing real at this very moment. "Whatever. Whatever you want."
Emily smiled into the branding lips. "Come on." she walked backwards, entering the room, tugging Noami by a belt loop in her skirt, "Everything once."
It was the unfamiliar tone that woke Emily up. Confused at first as to where she was, what bed she was in, and what horrid music disturbed her sleep, she groaned. "Fuck." She lifted a pillow over her head trying to drown out the noise. "Fuck off!" she yelled, before, magically, the sound stopped. She sighed, leaning into the fabric, surrounded by the now familiar scents of the blonde on it.
Then, the interruption began again.
Emily sat up, startled. "Oh." She muttered, noticing her cohort was no longer in the bed. She looked over to the dark bathroom and, then, the empty balcony, glass doors still wide open. "Cunting hell..." she shook her head in disappointment. "Of course."
It took her half a second to process the racket was caused by a mobile. She scooted to the foot of the bed, white sheets twirled around her body, searching every nook and cranny of the bed for that phone. Listening to it for the third time, she realized it was on the sofa. She was really going to have to reassess her hotness factor if the blonde had actually chosen this ringtone on purpose.
Seeing an unknown number, and oddly proud she'd learned how to use an iPhone because of Katie, she dragged the slider and hit the answer button. "Yeah?" she asked, her voice rougher than usual from sleep.
It was silent for a second or two. "It's, um, Effy." She was whispering, uneasy. "I guess I left my mobile in your room."
Her tummy contracted at the sound of that honeyed voice. Emily sighed. Useless. "Looks like it."
"I'm sorry for waking you up. I'm in the lobby. May I… May I come up and get it? I just… I need it."
"Of course. It's yours."
It was less than a minute later when a soft knock on the door reverberated throughout the room. Emily opened, toothbrush in hand, smiling none-the-less at the gorgeously disheveled sight.
"Jesus!" Naomi yelped, not expecting to see the redhead in the scud. She quickly glanced up and down the corridor, moving her inside, shutting the door with her heels. "Someone might be looking."
Emily was confused by her reaction. "It's almost two in the morning. Everyone's out or asleep."
"What are you still doing naked?" Naomi's eyes were wide, trying in vain to fight any downward movement.
"I don't wear pyjamas," she simply answered, heading over to the washroom to finish brushing her teeth.
Naomi caught herself staring in amazement at the perky arse walking away from her. "Christ," she quietly chastised.
"The girl you left in her bed, actually." Emily almost chuckled out loud, knowing she wasn't supposed to have heard that. She stepped out of the bathroom when she was done, trying hard to mask her disappointment.
Naomi saw it though. "I'm sorry." She honestly meant it; she was fiddling with her hands, her stance apologetic, her eyes… "Look, I-"
"I got the message." She didn't want to hear any excuses; she'd grown tired of them her whole adult life. Emily smiled sadly at the blonde. "I'll manage. Your mobile is over by the night stand," she said, pointing towards it.
Naomi took the dismissal for what it was and walked over to the edge of the bed to get it. She couldn't help but look at the mattress, the white sheets a wrinkled mess, the coverlet half on half off, pillows strewn about as evidence of what transpired. No less than half an hour ago she'd been lying on that same bed, spent, satisfied, and, then, hyperventilating for her life once the redhead dozed off.
The bottom of the bed dipped as Emily sat on it, crossing her legs, looking down at the tiled floor, waiting.
She gazed at the deliciously naked back taunting her and moved closer to it, leaving her mobile where it was. "I am sorry." She repeated.
"Stop saying that."
Her chest ached when she heard the tone. "Katie…" she reached out to her, worried. She did not want this incredible person to hate her. Couldn't bear it. It had been such an amazing evening until she ruined it.
"Don't." Emily squirmed, not wanting those fingers to touch her again, ever. She wasn't sure how she'd survive if she was blessed with them one more time.
Naomi stood in front of her, looking at her, really looking. She could still hear the whispered moans, could still taste the salty-sweet skin on her tongue, could still feel her, filling her, reaching deep inside and making her body shudder over and over again. She had to touch her again, just had to. She began at the cheek, caressed her way down to the chin and gently tilted her head up. The brown eyes were curious at her actions but Naomi just carried on. She used her thumb to lovingly trace the thin lips she'd enjoyed sucking on earlier, biting and panting against.
Emily closed her eyes as she sighed, faintly smelling herself on those fingers. The touched moved to trace her nose, her eyebrows, her eyelashes. Then, her fringe was brushed aside, a soft, pleasant kiss placed upon her forehead, her face now cupped by delicate hands. She was rewarded by a dazzling smile when she opened them. She reached out and lightly brushed her lips across the top of her hand, softly, slowly. "Stay."
Naomi looked at her, eyes half lidded and almost black in want. She dropped her purse on the floor, kicking off her heels, as she quickly took off her blouse and bra. Emily wasted no time in unzipping her skirt, her hands leisurely caressing up and down her pale legs, sans hose. Little did she know they were crumpled up in the rubbish bin in her bathroom where Naomi had left them before making her escape.
Emily moistened her lips in anticipation as she lowered the laced kickers, thanking all the gods above for this second opportunity to take the woman in front of her. She pressed light kisses on her abdomen, smelling and savoring her again, licking, sucking, nipping, holding her in place by her soft, round arse, as her mouth trailed southwards. She wanted to memorize her, if this was to be the last time she would ever touch this body, she wanted to make sure she learned it all.
Naomi was breathing hard already and shut her eyes tight, seeing stars again, when Emily's knowledgeable tongue went exactly where she needed her to go. Her fingers quickly lost themselves in the red, red hair, gently massaging, bunching, tugging. Her legs intuitively spread wider, using her connection with the redhead to keep herself from sinking to the floor, her knees having turned to jelly as soon as Emily entered her and began to suck at the same time.
Had it not been for Emily, she surely would have fallen over once the quick and powerful orgasm hit her. It almost caused her to drop, but Emily was still there, still her holding her erect. Gathering some of the red hair in her hand again, she gently pulled her up, kissing her without any reservation. After tasting herself on that mouth for a secondary time that evening, sucking on that tongue, clutching that round arse, she pushed the smaller woman on the bed and crawled up on her, flesh on flesh. She promptly entwined their legs, reaching behind her, trying to pull the girl impossibly further in to her body once more. The grin beaming from below managed to convince her that this was absolutely the best way to apologize.
Naomi, lying on her side, right leg curled over Emily's, left hand propping her head up, couldn't stop caressing the redhead's creamy skin underneath her. Her bedmate was lying on her tummy, arms beneath her chin, head turned away, completely at ease under the blonde's ministrations. Lazy eyes followed her own hand while the tip off her fingers lightly trailed down… up… down again to the curve of her lower back, over her arse and back to the shoulder blades. It was like compulsion. She wanted to write words, secrets, a map even, that would remain imprinted on that body after this night was long gone. She'd never felt this way before. Ever. It was all a bit ridiculous, after all, feeling this way about a girl she'd only met five hours ago.
She leaned over to kiss her shoulder, neck, and then licked down along Emily's spinal cord, blowing hot air over the wetness afterwards, watching the skin pucker in response and her body quiver. She nervously bit her lip before admitting, "I lied to you."
"About what?"
"I have been with a girl before."
"I know." Emily felt Naomi's hand abruptly stop after such a nonchalant reply. She moved her head around to look at her, eyes sparkling, "You took to my cunt like no novice."
Surprised by the answer, Naomi tapped her bottom playfully. "Maybe I'm just that good," she countered, smug. A loud and husky laugh filled the room. Naomi narrowed her eyes, "Fuck you." She failed spectacularly in stopping a small smile from edging out.
Emily laughed once more. She turned her tired body over and held her hand, playing with her long and talented fingers, "Tell me about her."
"I don't think so."
"Why not?" Naomi half shrugged. "I'll tell you, if you tell me," she encouraged.
"No," the blonde sat against the headboard, crossed her arms over her belly.
Concerned she would pull away again, Emily refused to let her hand go, wanting to stay connected any which way. "Effy…"
Naomi gingerly shook her head, the drawn out sigh that followed a precursor to the naked truth. "For fucks sake, my name isn't Effy, okay?" She looked at the redhead, eyes expressing deep remorse, then they darted away. She hated, absolutely hated, the way she'd whispered that name every time she… "It's Naomi. My name is Naomi."
Emily sat up. "Really?" she asked, wide eyed, no malice in her voice.
Naomi bit her lip in apprehension, "Yes."
"Naomi," Emily's heart sped up as she watched Naomi's eyes brighten, a timid smile spreading over the kissable lips across from her. "Nai-omi. Nay-"
Shoulders slumped in annoyance, "Bloody hell. What you doing?"
"Testing your name on my tongue," she winked. Naomi's blush spread from her cheeks down to her naked chest. Emily appreciatively trailed two fingers down her sternum, feeling the heat, a bit of sweat. She ran the back of them over the swell of a breast, watched as the nipple puckered. "It suits you." she paused a moment, realizing something. "Thank fuck for that. For some reason it felt odd calling you Effy."
"Yeah, well…" it was getting a bit hard to process any thoughts while Emily kept reverently doing that thing she now was doing with her fingers, "I couldn't think of a name when you asked. She's my best mate."
"And she was the first person to pop in your head?" She must be important, she thought. After all, that was the same reason she'd gone with Katie's name instead of her own during their flirtatious introduction. "Tell me about her." She languidly sat on her lap, both hands now occupied, travelling all over the silky-smooth skin in front of her.
Naomi blissfully shut her eyes, "You need to stop doing that if you want a coherent reply." Emily smiled broadly as she settled in between Naomi's bed sheet covered legs, leaned back on her hands and raised her eyebrows. The ambrosial scent and erotic display in front of her short circuited her brain for a moment. "…She is related to Cecile Delacroix. I wasn't lying about that."
"And?"
Naomi's hands unconsciously moved to Emily's unclothed legs, thumbs gently caressing her knees, nothing sexual, just physical contact. "She's… she's the most tenacious person I know."
"How so?"
"A lot of shit has happened to her yet she perseveres. Her home life was rubbish, her mum's an alcoholic and her first love went missing, presumed dead, when we were seventeen." Emily sat up, brushed a bit of her long, wavy blonde hair behind her ear. "She's been in hospital three times. Mental hospitals. She's had, um… reality breaks, I guess you can call them. She comes back though, each and every time a bit stronger. Sometime I wonder what that would be like. How to deal with such a thing. To not know what's real, what is. Like a holiday from your life… yourself."
"Is that what you want?"
"No. I think I'd miss it. The fact is life makes too much sense to me, not enough to her."
"You balance each other out."
Naomi nodded. "Like twins on opposite sides of the spectrum."
"I'm a twin." Naomi's double take would have been funnier if this were the first time someone didn't believe her. "I am nothing like her. My sister does what she wants, when she wants and doesn't think about anything long term. I like to think I am the normal one, at least I hope I am, even though sometimes I wish I were more like her."
Emily cherished watching Naomi's head tilt sideways, eyes widen, her mouth sputter when the light bulb of realization went off. "Katie."
She held out her hand in greeting, "Emily. Pleasure to meet you." Naomi didn't let go of her hand after the customary length of time, just half smiled at her. "What?"
"Emily." Naomi grinned. "It's pretty."
"Come off it. 'Emily' is boring."
"Breaking out of your boring box here?"
"Are you a psychologist?"
"Nah. I just have a lot of experience with them." Realizing how that sounded she quickly amended, "Not for me! Because of Effy. I've never. Although I probably should've with how I grew up." She scoffed at that thought.
"I've been to a psychologist."
"What for?"
Emily smiled slyly, shaking her head at the blonde, tut-tutted even. "I thought we weren't allowed to talk about anything too personal. One of the 'rules'," she finger quoted, "or whatever."
Naomi rolled her yes, almost laughed out loud. "Obviously that rule has been broken, Emily." Especially considering how intimate they'd been the last few hours with their hands, mouths and tongues, and how intimate they were right now.
"Obviously." Emily rejoined. She sighed, before continuing, "There were some… family issues… when I first came out."
"You're gay?"
"I'm a lot of things," she answered swiftly. Emily's hand moved to Naomi's thigh after her sheepish apology. "My family… they didn't take it very well. Mum thought I was impressionable- that someone was putting ideas in my head. I'm the younger twin, you see, and Katie's always been in charge. I don't know why that is, but it is. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping. Until we were 9, we used to take a dump at the same time."
"Jesus!"
"Yeah. No secrets, there's no point. Katie thought I was jealous of her, that I conjured it up for attention. She got more boys than me, thought she looked better in clothes than me, and was more popular than me. Fact was she was just a slag and I didn't care for any of the boys she would fling my way."
Naomi's gaze never wavered as she interlocked their fingers, pulling her a bit nearer, "So, you've never?"
"I pity shagged my best mate, Jonah, in college just to see what the fuss was about. Once was enough. Thanks."
"So, that outfit tonight…"
Naomi's giggle was addictive, Emily laughed as well. "They're Katie's."
"Yeah? You looked nice. From the neck down." Emily evil eyed her, but Naomi new she was kidding. Naomi kissed her cheek, caressing the frizzled fringe away from her forehead, playing with the edges of her hair. "Do you have a photo of her?"
She nodded. "Why?"
"I want to know if I'm with the hotter twin. Otherwise, I may just have to go in search of the real Katiekins."
"You're awful!" Emily scolded, then leaned over to grab her flip mobile phone on the opposite bedside table.
Without thinking, Naomi licked her lips. Some previously unknown part of her wanted to bite that hip, suck and kiss it. Maybe she really was a muff muncher after all. Her eyes quickly darted to the sheets when Emily turned back around, smirking, having caught Naomi looking. After searching for a particular photo, Emily showed Naomi how identical twins were not always identical.
The snort was out before she could stop herself. "That is fucking hilarious! I wasn't aware such an outfit came in leopard print. Are you sure you're twins? You don't even look alike."
Emily spontaneously kissed her, deep, and as long as she physically could before stopping to catch her breath. "Thanks."
Having recovered, Naomi scrolled for some additional photos, curiosity getting the best of her. "Who's this?"
"That's my dad. And that's James, my little brother. He's is a total perve."
"How did he react when you came out?"
"He was all for it, the little shit. Told me to record it."
Naomi looked at her like she was insane, "I meant your dad."
"Oh. At first, he thought I was taking the piss. He's a good soul. Bit daft some times but then he became my first true ally."
"Have your sister or mum come around?"
"It took a while. But, I sat them down one day and told how I felt."
"What did you say?"
"I told them to shove it up their tits."
Naomi laughed and continued scrolling. There were photos of random landscapes, buildings, food. Some pub shots, group shots and more, "Who's this?" she asked after seeing the same girl pop up in various ones.
"Friend from uni." Emily took the phone away, chucking it to the floor, sitting fully on top of Naomi again, chest to chest, belly to belly. She lovingly dragged a finger down the side of her face, nibbling on her lower lip, kissing her. "What about you?"
"What?" Naomi really had no idea what she was asking, all she knew was that the hot body on top of hers was making her ache all over again. It was burning, a pleasant burn that worked its way to her abdomen and below. Emily quickly scanned down to their knotted bodies. "Oh… I'm not sure. I'm not sure like you are."
"What aren't you sure of?"
Naomi kissed her neck, licked up her throat, her deft hands now gently pinching Emily's nipples, causing the redheads hips to start swiveling against her. "Can't things ever be complicated?" she asked, her forehead against Emily's collarbone.
"You know what I think?" she lifted Naomi's face towards her, moaned into the kisses, hand cupping her cheek, "I think you should do what feels right. And you-" she closed her eyes, pushing further into Naomi with her hips and upper body, "You feel very, very right."
The weighty kiss that followed the admission caught Naomi's breath, again. Honestly, she really shouldn't have been surprised anymore. It was the same each and every time Emily kissed her, it flooded her. She devotedly ran her hands up and down her lover's back, moving them to the front and teasing Emily's cunt while their mouths never broke apart. Running her fingers over the silken entrance at random, she could feel the redhead's increasing wetness, smell her arousal, experience her whimpers as she breathed into her and quaked against her hand.
Naomi tenderly moved Emily backwards so they were lying flat towards the end of the bed, twisting her body slightly so she could get their position just right, adjusting the angle and depth. After what seemed like ages, the slow, gentle teasing of lips and hands changed in speed. It was suddenly hot and heavy, sweaty and bold, frantic. Somehow Emily ended up on top and began moving down her body with bites, licks and kisses.
"Wait," Naomi interrupted, reaching out for Emily and aiding her back up. Emily's question quickly flittered away when she tenderly kissed her mouth, whispering "I need to hear you say my name this time" as she squeezed her body close yet again, her right hand moving in between Emily's trembling thighs.
"Naomi," Emily swooned as soon as Naomi's graceful fingers entered her, trying with all her might to not collapse on top of her. "Holy fuck, Naomi."
tbc
