Until we Bleed

Prt.1- Emily

An (effy/emily) Fan Fiction

by: effyemily

"Come on, Ems. It'll be fun. Don't be a twat and make me go out all by myself," she whined.

"But, Katie, I don't want to go out. I want to stay home and sleep," I groaned.

"Get your fucking bum out of bed and come to the club with me, Emily." she ordered.

"Fine," I huffed. "Give me fifteen minutes to get dressed." I ran off to the toilet.

My sister clapped and jumped in victory and, what appeared to be, delighted surprise as I went past. I'm not sure why. She knew I'd give in. I'm always the one taking the orders, never giving them; the one making excuses for her while she parties all night and wrecks what little brain cells she has, "Ems, fifteen? Are you sure? It would take me that long to find a decent leopard print shirt."

I opened the door dressed in less than five, "That's because you have a million." She scoffed in disapproval as her eyes combed over my outfit as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. It was a black tank and jeans; it was simple. Anything but how Katie is or how she wants me to be. She obviously has a lot to learn about me.

At the present, I'm sitting at the bar. I'm downing shots almost as pitifully as Katie usually does as I spot my desire. She sways her hips so sensually to the music that I squirm in my seat a bit. Her beautiful, icy blue eyes, covered by the ivory flesh of her eyelids, almost equally as arousing because I imagine she's dreaming erotic fantasies as she moves to the beat. Her dark brown hair sways as patches of it are plastered to her face as the sweat makes her body hot, sticky, and all the more daring to touch. The way her eyes are closed in bliss makes me envy her. She seems to have no worry or care out there on the dance floor, my Effy Stonem.

Well, not mine- not even close. Everyone knows she's straight. Everyone also knows... Effy belongs to no one. Effy Stonem seems to have a heart of exactly what her name entails- "stone."

I cross my legs as my body tingles even more, a shiver of desire shooting up my spine as I see her eyes open, a deep ocean of lust that pours straight through my soul as her orbs lock with mine for the briefest moment; to me, this moment seemed as if it lasted forever. As if in that one second, she could see into my soul, read my very thought. I shudder with fear. I definitely don't want her to know what I was thinking- and still am. Fuck. Here she comes.

As she makes her way through the crowd, I hope on one hand that she is not coming to me, and, on the other, am dying for it to be so. As she moves, her body presses into the many tossers of the club. It's so packed- I don't think she can help it, and now I'm dying of discomfort. The fact that I can clearly see her hips grinding against the sides of others and wish desperately it was me-

"Emily," she says, a smirk planted on her delicious lips.

"Hey, Eff," I reply meekly.

"Still the doormat tonight, then?" she says in that unintentionally intoxicating voice, still addicting and easy to pick up over loud, thumping beats of music.

"Fuck you, Eff," I attempt to scoff. Her smirk only intensifies and makes my stomach flip. I sigh in defeat and reply, "Yes, fucking Katie drug me here against my will."

"Well, then, let's get out of here, yeah?" she offers.

I leave my money for the shots and tip on the bar and hop down off the stool, nodding lightly. Effy takes my hand and pulls me through the sea of people to the freedom of a balmy, quiet Friday night. As we walk, she pops a cigg in her mouth, "Shit, I left my lighter at home!" she exclaims as she rummages through her pocket, "Fuck!"

I reach into my purse and pull out a silver lighter, running my thumb along it to produce a flame and hold it to her cigarette. She takes in the sweet taste she was craving so much and smiles lightly, "Thanks, Ems. I was dying for a cigg."

"I know how that feels," I laughed.

"Who would of thought it, sweet little Emily Fitch, a smoker?" she jokes.

I gain a smirk of my own, "There's a lot you don't know about me, Effy Stonem."

She raises an eyebrow and I blush lightly, hiding behind my dyed-red hair. She replies, "Is that so?"

I manage to giggle lightly, "I said it, so I guess it is."

We walk along the streets and stare up at the sky, telling each other nonsense stories about our daily lives. At length during our walk, Effy offers to take me someplace special. She says it's her favorite place in all of Bristol. How could I refuse?

She led me to a building and up many stairs. I wasn't sure where we were, but I trusted her. I took her hand and she squeezed it reassuringly as she took me higher and higher. We came to a door and when we went through, we were standing on a rooftop with a beautiful view, "Tony and I...used to come up here together...and just...talk."

I held her hand and rubbed it soothingly as she was obviously emotional about her brother, Tony Stonem, especially after his incident. "So, Ems, do you fancy any boys at college?"

"No," I replied honestly.

"Girls then?" I froze.

"Emily, you fancy a girl?" she gazed at my face and I turned it away so she could not see. "Do I know her?" she inquired. I shook my head in the "no" direction as I stared at my shoes. She put her hand under my chin and forced me to look up to her, "Do I know her?" I shook my head again, but before I could get out the full word, "No." Effy Stonem had her lips crushed against mine.

Her tongue was surprisingly gentle as she ran it along my lips, asking for entrance into my mouth which I granted against my logical mind's frantic pleas not to kiss her for she will know the truth. As we kissed for longer spans of time, she cupped my face and I planted my hands on her hips, holding myself up, though my knees were terribly weak with tingles and spasms of pleasure. Effy helped to support me as well, and while we broke for air she whispered, "I guess that answers my question," against my lips.

I blushed scarlet and she tucked some of my stray hair behind my ear, "There's a lot you don't know about me, either, Emily Fitch." I moaned softly as she traced her hands over my bottoms, and, instantly, I wish I had worn something sexier. As if reading my thoughts, she chuckled, "You're perfect, Ems." By now, my nails were digging into the cloth of her too-short-to-be-deemed-a-dress dress, not that I minded. It was one of the alluring qualities that made effy Effy. Only someone with a true essence of sex could wear that and not come off as easy, but quite literally the opposite, yet here she is, pressed against me.

Before I knew it, we were on the granite surface of the rooftop in our knickers and bras, our bodies pressed together in ways I had only dreamed of until now. As her hands and lips moved down my body, I squirmed beneath her, for she has awoken fires in my body I had never experienced before. I am embarrassed, but she whispers soothingly that she doesn't mind, that she likes it. Her fingers slip under the cloth of my underwear before I whisper, "Wait, Effy."

She stops and looks at me with what appears to be... love? Compassion? "Yeah?"

I say breathlessly and hot, even in the frigid air, "If I am just a toy to you. Please don't..."

She suddenly looks hurt as she moves her form away from mine, saying almost bitterly, "Well, if that's what you think, then fuck yourself, Emily." She gets up and grabs her clothes, heading for the staircase to exit the roof. I run after her as fast as I can.

"Effy, wait!" she stops. "I'm just saying. I don't want to be anyone's fucking experiment." She turns around and comes to me, grabbing my wrists and moving to pin me back against a wall of the building, kissing me passionately before stopping to whisper, "I've always wanted you. Loved you."

And with that, she released me, and began to descend the stairs, leaving me in the bitterly cold night as I whisper, "I've always loved you." I began to weep and gather my clothes, slumping down the stairs, desperate to find my way home. To Effy.