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Notes: I was bored, I needed something new/fluffy to write, reddawg suggested an amusement park (thank you!) ...and this is what came about.
One More Story To Tell The Grandkids
"Up, up, up."
Naomi rolled over onto her side, the incessant sound of Emily's voice repeating in her ear, enough to wake even the dead. She groaned loudly and squeezed her eyes tightly shut in the hope that Emily would leave her alone to sleep a little while longer.
'Morning,' Emily said, her warm breath tickling the side of Naomi's face. She reached out a hand and pushed her away, groaning again to express her annoyance.
Whatever time it was, Naomi didn't think it could be morning. Or at least not the morning she'd become accustomed to. She reached out, blindly searching for the sheet they'd been using as a cover during the summer nights. If she didn't cover up she expected her tits would be frozen off within minutes.
'No,' Emily spoke assertively, tugging at the material in Naomi's hand until she'd pulled it away. 'You're not going back to sleep.'
'Too early,' Naomi moaned, curling up into a ball and pulling Emily's hand into her grasp.
When she couldn't have the whole of Emily, or her bedcovers, she liked to have as much as she could. That hand was her right; she could tell by the order of her fingers rested against her cheek and the absence of the ring that Emily wore on her middle finger. They both had one, which they never took off, a memento of their travels and the commitment they'd made to one another. It smelled vaguely familiar, like the scent of her lower body which she'd smelled and tasted countless times on Emily's fingers. A sly smile spread across her face as her nose twitched, her eyes still firmly shut.
'You had sex without me,' she mumbled, pulling Emily closer until she could feel her breath on her cheek again.
'It's almost eleven, I was bored,' Emily said, justifying her actions as Naomi finally opened her eyes. She stared at her with feigned disgust.
Naomi cleared her throat and finally covered her chilly body with the bed sheet. 'So you felt me up whilst I was asleep?'
'You didn't complain,' Emily stated, resting her head on the pillow beside her. 'You were moaning the whole time.'
'I enjoyed it?'
'You always do.'
Naomi raised an eyebrow towards her girlfriend, twitched her mouth to either side, then stroked a finger along her cheek. If there was something she loved more than Emily herself, it was her actions, savoury or otherwise.
'Was it good?'
'The best,' Emily giggled, moving onto her back with that cheeky smirk she often had when she'd been up to no good.
'I did have the most amazing dream of you fucking me,' Naomi remembered, her hand snaking along the bare skin of Emily's thigh until she reached her bed shorts.
'Not now.'
The moment's belief that they were about to fuck each other's brains out disintegrated, much to Naomi's disappointment. Spending all day, every day of their summer together, in that bed, was the only plan she'd been intent on making. Emily had other ideas and often woke her up with hare-brained plans; the week before they went to a cheese rolling festival at some nearby village. Naomi had lived in the same place practically her whole life, yet she'd never once visited said village and she certainly knew nothing about an annual cheese rolling festival.
'Christ,' she grumbled, rolling her eyes up towards the ceiling as her sudden sexual desire was left unattended.
'Up, up, up,' Emily repeated her earlier wakeup call and climbed off the bed. 'We're off to Bath today, you'd better be showered, dressed and downstairs in twenty minutes or there'll be trouble.'
The problem with Emily's assertive, motherly orders was that Naomi had never been able to take them seriously. Where Emily hoped to get action from her girlfriend, Naomi saw an opportunity. If she didn't do something there would be a punishment and what better punishment was there than the sexual kind?
'If I'm a naughty girl will you punish me?' she laughed, removing the sheet until her whole body was exposed to the cool air and Emily's intense gaze.
'No,' she said, insistently, though her eyes and tongue deceived her as she licked her lips. 'I'll leave you unsatisfied for a week.'
The additional problem, once Naomi had recognised there was a problem in the first place, was that Emily fought back. Not only did she fight back, but somehow she managed to still hold all of the cards until Naomi could do nothing but desist.
'And if we're not out of this house by half past, then I'll take Mr Rabbit away for safe keeping.'
There was nothing left to do but get up and follow her orders. As Naomi stood under the powerful rush of water, rubbing soapy lather into her skin, she hoped her strong-willed girlfriend would take pity on her and at least make breakfast whilst she made herself look pretty.
Half an hour later and a piece of toast in her belly, Naomi happily sat on the back of the scooter with her hands wrapped carefully around Emily's waist. When they'd bought the moped, Naomi had been desperate to ride it. So much that she offered Emily sexual favours in turn for having primary access to the keys. By the third week, the few times she'd been on the back had shown her the advantage of being behind. Not only did she have Emily's cute behind pressed up against her inner thighs as the engine vibrated beneath them, but she also had an ease of access to every part of Emily's body. Week four had begun with a near-accident as Naomi's hand had found its way into her girlfriend's knickers rendering her unable to control the small machine. That day she opted for her hands on Emily's tits as she reached up and cupped them once she was sure they were steady.
'You're lucky we're on our way,' Emily admonished, her voice barely audible over the engine's rattle.
Bath. They'd been there before, countless times. It was actually one of their favourite places to go together. They'd wander around the streets for hours, never really going anywhere or doing anything specific, just enjoying a place they loved with the person they loved.
'Where to?' Naomi asked as Emily rode through the side streets.
The red-head appeared to be frustratingly quiet on the ride through town, until they pulled up into a small make-shift car park that looked and smelled more like a field. Naomi took off her helmet and placed it in the box on the back. She turned around and looked for whatever it was she was expected to find.
'Are we here to shag in a field?' Naomi questioned, tilting her head at Emily with mild disapproval.
'We're here for the fair,' Emily said, interlinking her fingers with Naomi's and pulling her off along a stone covered path up to a piece of waste land?
She'd been there before. Naomi recognised it instantly. A group of travellers set up the fair at various times throughout the year. Gina used to take her in the school holidays; it was their one day out together when she didn't bring her current boyfriend or one of their house guests along with them.
'Worth getting out of bed for?'
'That depends,' Naomi said, being deliberately awkward.
'On what?'
'On if we'd had sex if we hadn't come here.'
'We wouldn't,' Emily informed her, though Naomi was doubtful. Emily often answered questions with answers Naomi wanted to hear, especially when it involved their sexual activity.
'Let's go on the Waltzer,' Naomi grinned, squeezing Emily's hand as they walked through the gate.
Fifteen rides later and a stick of candy floss each and Naomi found herself feeling a little unwell. She held on tightly to Emily's hand, the crowd had doubled in the time since they'd arrived. The hot, summer's day mixed with the movement and sweet sugary snacks contributed to the ill feeling.
'You're quiet,' Naomi said, her eyes landing on a very pale looking Emily. 'Do you feel sick too?'
'I think it was that last one,' Emily noted, resting her head against Naomi's shoulder.
'We did ride it five times.'
'I can't go on anymore.'
'What do we do then?' Naomi questioned, standing with her hands on Emily's hips. 'Go home?'
'I can't go on anymore rides,' Emily repeated and Naomi understood. She didn't think she could stomach the scooter ride home either. The road from the town to the car park was windy and unkempt, that was bad enough.
They continued walking through the fairground, stopping every few moments so that Naomi could force water down Emily's throat to stop her from actually throwing up. She'd forgotten how taxing fairgrounds could be when you went on one ride after another. They found a small wall at the far end, the quiet end. There they sat, with Naomi's arm wrapped around Emily's shoulder, stroking her arm.
'Will you be okay for the drive home?' Naomi asked, sliding her fingers through Emily's hair. She hated seeing her look so pale.
'I'm feeling better,' Emily promised her, a little red returning to her cheeks.
'Let's go on the ghost train,' Naomi suggested, taking both of Emily's hands and helping her to her feet. 'It's a bit scary but it's slow, it'll help settle your stomach.'
They paid the admission and sat down at the front of the train. They waited for five minutes but no one else joined them, so the attendant set the train going. They rode it three times and not once did anyone else join them.
'Time to get off?' Naomi said, but Emily shook her head and snuggled herself closer to Naomi's side. She paid again and they set off through the darkened tunnel, statues and illusions appearing out of nowhere, intent on scaring them. It might have worked the first time, but the element of surprise had soon vanished.
The train chugged along, getting louder and louder until finally it came to an unscheduled stop. Emily sat up straight and looked to Naomi, her features lit up only by the emergency light on the other side of the tunnel. The usual ghosts and ghouls had stopped too.
'What's happening?' Emily asked, Naomi just shrugged and wrapped her arm back around Emily's shoulders.
They sat there for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. Did they get out of the train and head for the emergency door? Did they sit still and hope the train started moving again? The only sound Naomi could hear was the distant machinery of the other rides and Emily's intense breathing beside her.
'Scared yet?' Naomi whispered, allowing her breath to hit Emily's skin. Their eyes connected in the dark and Naomi could see the worried expression sitting on her girlfriend's features. She reached out a finger and followed the worry lines on her forehead.
'I don't really like the dark,' Emily admitted, something which Naomi had learnt years ago, they just never really talked about it.
'I know,' she replied, allowing her finger to travel down Emily's cheek whilst her lips pressed gently against Emily's.
The kiss lasted longer than Naomi had anticipated, Emily's tongue reacted to the movement and they continued to make out like teenagers in the back of a cinema. A mischievous smirk slipped onto Naomi's lips, which she knew Emily wouldn't be able to see. She didn't need to. Naomi's fingers reached out to Emily's knee, travelling along the inside of her thigh.
'Oh,' Emily gasped.
'Care to pass some time?' Naomi winked, even if Emily couldn't see it. Then her fingers travelled higher, pushing aside the material of Emily's skirt until they collided with her damp knickers.
They fell into each other's arms in a flurry of kisses, long drawn out embraces mixed with the careless fumbling of fingers upon skin. Naomi regretted wearing shorts as Emily struggled to get her hand under the tight material in order to complete their impromptu act. But they made it work, anything to relieve the passion burning between them.
'Jesus, Emily,' Naomi cried out, her hips bucking against Emily's rapid moving wrist; the power of the Fitch Fingers rendering her helpless. They kissed again, relaxing into each other's arms.
Coming down from their high, the ride still showed no signs of movement. Naomi pulled away from Emily, not because she didn't want to hold her as close as possible, but the humidity and an onset of dehydration forced them apart. It was cooler that way. If the train didn't get moving soon, she was going to walk out. The ride itself wasn't that large, Naomi didn't know what was taking so long. Then again, she wasn't an engineer or mechanic, what did she know? She could change the oil in her mother's car and that was about it.
'When we get out I want a pint,' Emily stated, holding Naomi's hand up to her mouth and kissing it slowly.
'Christ yes,' Naomi said, squeezing Emily's hand by way of comfort.
Another few minutes passed by and the ride began to move again, on their exit, the attendant passed along his apologies and returned their money. Naomi pocketed the change. Normally she would have shouted at him, made up some legal sounding jargon about court cases and wrongful imprisonment. But she was too hot and she didn't think her knees would survive staying upright for that long, not after what she'd just had done to her.
'Pub?'
'Pub,' Emily nodded, tucking her hand into Naomi's as they walked back towards the car park.
'I never thought we'd be ticking sex on a ghost train off our list,' Emily laughed, ticking the air with her forefinger.
'One more story to tell the grandkids,' Naomi joked.
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