"Don't look"
"I'm not looking; I mean it's not like a can anyway"
"Good the scarf is working then"
Naomi steps out of the taxi, whilst paying the driver, and takes Emily's hand into hers. Emily slides out of the car and waves her hand around until she finds the door and closes it. Naomi stands behind Emily and holds her by her arms, she starts to slowly lead her to the entrance of a restaurant.
"Ok, you may remove the scarf" Naomi whispers into her ear nervously.
Emily slowly unties the scarf around her eyes and looks up in amazement as she sees the posh sign above her.
"Are you serious, you can't be fucking serious right?" Emily asks in bewilderment.
"Nope, you wanted a big rose so I'm spoiling you to a restaurant called Le Grande Rose" Naomi replies, kind of proud of herself.
"How on earth did you find this place? It looks so posh, are you sure we can afford it?" Emily asks all in one breathe.
"I have my ways, and yes it's probably one of the most poshest restaurants in Bristol and yes again it's going to be expensive but I've saved money… and your totally worth it" Naomi answers whilst looking tenderly into Emily's eyes. Emily starts to slowly grin and Naomi pulls her by the hand leading her inside.
They enter inside hand in hand (getting the odd look and stares behind them). They reach the receptionist – who looks strangely like Simon Cowell but bigger – she stares at them looks down at their hands then up to their smiling faces, then back down to her paper.
"Erm… table for two please" Naomi asks politely.
The Simon Cowell impersonator looks back up at them again then gives a little grin.
"I don't know if you know but this restaurant is a 4 star worthy establishment, made for those who not only want to eat the food but want to savour the moment and the place too" the lady says-all too seriously.
"So I'm afraid if you would like a table for two you are going to have to book the tables just like every other 'worthy' guest here" she finishes looking a little too pleased at her frightening speech.
"Well erm… I don't know if you know but me and my lovely girlfriend here have already booked a table under Miss Campbell, so if you would like to kindly show us our seats and treat us like every other 'worthy' guest here then that would be most appreciated please" Naomi replied (making sure to keep her voice at a low tone the whole way through and forcing a cheeky smile at the end too).
The receptionist (looking a little annoyed at the fact that she got defeated by some rebellious teenagers) took out her spectacles from her inside blazer and then looked back down at her paper.
"Your table is number 14 which is right by the fish tank at the right corner" the receptionist said whilst pointing to their table.
Emily looked back at the lady with a small smirk on her face, the receptionist glaring into Naomi's eyes, making Naomi actually shiver with fright.
"Thank you" she replied walking away slowly, and leading Emily to their table.
Naomi pulled out a chair and pointed her head down to show Emily to sit, she gently sat down while Naomi slowly pushed her chair under the table.
"Really naoms, I didn't know you had it in you". Emily told her looking lovingly into her eyes "First the fancy restaurant, then back chatting to the receptionist and know acting like a true gentlemen"
"Well what can I say I'm full of surprises" Naomi replied taking Emily's hand "and besides she had it coming anyway, I mean who does she think she is talking to us like we're not 'worthy', bloody tosser" Naomi finished, getting rather annoyed then realised she was rambling "woops, sorry"
"It's ok, kinda cute actually seeing you stand up for our rights" Emily giggled back.
She loved hearing Naomi's comments when people spoke to them like a piece of dirt, the things she'd come up with is just highly ridiculous. It's hard for Emily to keep a straight face sometimes.
"And yes you are definitely full of surprises, I mean if you mentioned a restaurant I would've thought you meant burger king or something" Emily chuckled back.
"Huh, well that's very nice of you" Naomi replied back pretending to look offended (she could never actually be offended by anything that Emily says, she's just too damn sweet).
The waiter (who looked a bit like a Russian spy-with his black hair and acne face) then appeared with a grin on his face as he approached the two love birds caressing each others hands.
"Good evening ladies, here are your menu's with the Chiefs highly recommended dish of the week written on the back. I shall return in 5 minutes approximately". He said slowly and clearly like he was talking to a bunch of 3 year olds. Then disappeared as soon as their faces turned.
"Ohh, wow, everything sounds so tasty and posh. But Naoms seriously £70.00 just for the starter, you've got to be fucking kidding me" Emily said her face slowly rising in shock as she looked at the prices for each dish "£50.00 for fucking champagne that we can buy in the fucking supermarket"
"Emily calm down, I don't bloody care about the price… ok so I might do a little bit but so what, I came here to spoil you, to spend time with you and to show you how much I love you" Naomi replied and before she could say anything more she was met with Emily's soft, but tender lips on hers. Their mouths moving at the same slow pace Naomi could feel Emily's heavy breath against her cheeks which only turned her on more, then all of a sudden they heard someone do a purposely loud cough. So before their kiss could get anymore heated Emily jumped straight off her girlfriend and landed safely on her chair. They both turned to see the waiter back again, holding a small notepad in his hands.
"Your orders please" He asked in his most polite tone.
"Err… I think we'll have the pea soup for starters and then the Lobster el platter for mains, then to top it off the all famous chocolate profiteroles with extra, extra cream –dairy milk, not that other cheap bland cream you get in the co-op, Thank you" Naomi managed to say all in one breath stopping Emily so she couldn't get a word in edge ways.
Usually that kind of thing would annoy some people but whenever Emily saw Naomi take control like that she couldn't help but get a little turned on-especially if Naomi wanted to be extra naughty and be controlling in that super sexy voice that she pulls of so well. Emily couldn't help but stare at Naomi's sexy complexion the way her eyes fluttered down to the menu and then slowly to the waiter and her eyes always ending up starring straight into hers. With her v-neck red dress hanging over her smooth, gentle body, wavering whenever she moved her arms. Showing her sexy cleaverage who was the mother of her favourite girl's yeap I'll be getting some of that tonight, might have to bring the menus back home with us-not forgetting the strawberries and cre-
"Emily, baby" Emily got interrupted from her very heated daydream by Naomi calling her and shaking her arm for attention until she was slowly back to reality again.
"Emily, your choice for the wine, there's just too many to decide from, I thought you might want to chose" Naomi said looking at her girlfriend lovingly in the eyes, blue meets brown like it always did with them.
"Oh, sorry Naoms…I just err… got a little distracted" Emily smiled remembering what was playing on in that filthy mind of hers.
"But erm… I think we'll have the finest red wine you have on the menu, only want the best for my special girl". Emily took Naomi's hand and intertwined them with hers all the while still starring into those perfect blue pools in front of her.
"Awww, thanks babe" Naomi replied giving her Ems a little peck.
"Is that all then, ladies?" The Russian waiter asked.
Both girls nodded so he quickly disappeared again like he always did, in the blink of an eye.