Hello, hello it's Iwy'sAshes and I've managed to force Reddawg82 to write a fic with me (I only had to blackmail her twice, yay) and since we're both very obsessed with the Naomi/Katie pairing we came up with another story. This is supposed to be fun, light and not as drama filled as our other works.
It's Red, so... this one-shot was written together and edited a few times... I mean, we had to get the hang of this, right? But it was loads of fun and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!
Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap.
Impatience was something that the girl was well familiar with, and she tried to pass the time by tapping the toe of her high heeled black boots. Surely the door to the seminar should already be open seeing as it started in thirty minutes. She wanted to get a proper seat, in the front row, just right of centre so she could hear the speaker clearly and retain any and everything that he said.
As far as the girl could remember, she had always been this way, always learning, always doing exactly what society expected of her. Discipline was something that she had been taught whilst growing up, especially after her mother fucked off and disappeared when she was no more than twelve years old.
Growing up without a mother didn't bother her, not like it should have. Her father was always there, pushing her to do better, be better. She was always attentive to what he had told her, that the world would be at her mercy if she would strive for it and work hard enough.
Studying, that was what she did during her free time, not partying or hanging out with mates, or even shagging the fit blokes that would flock to her like a moth to a flame. It didn't mean she was immune to their advances, but she also didn't have the patience nor the time for a relationship. She would use the boys to her advantage and then be done with them.
She had picked her field of study when she was fourteen, maybe even before that. A bird had flown right into her window where she sat reading for her English exam. The sound caused her to jump and her head snapped to the side, but by the time she looked over all she could see was the greasy, dusty outline of the bird that had flown into it. She rushed downstairs, leaving her book open and upside down on her bed, and found a small red bird, lying nearly dead in the flower bed. Carefully she picked up the animal, cradling it in her hands as if it would break, and brought it inside. She noticed that its wing was badly broken, bent completely in the wrong direction. She spoke softly to the small creature, rubbing the pad of her pointer finger along its head, telling it that she would take care of it, and that it would be okay. Over the weeks she nursed the small bird back to health, keeping it fed and watered, and even gave it a small bed in a shoe box on the table next to her bed. It brought her great joy when she was able to release the bird into her back yard, having fully recovered from the traumatic event.
That was when she knew she wanted to be a veterinarian.
At only twenty years of age she wasn't even close to having all of her studies completed to be able to be a full-fledged vet, but she was taking the steps to become one. Not only was she enrolled in the local college, but she also had an internship at one of the premier veterinarian clinics in Bristol.
She didn't have a whole lot of contact with the animals that were brought in so far except to prepare the cages, feed, and make sure they had plenty of water. The young woman would spend hours talking with the creatures. She had a much better relationship with the animals than she did with most people she knew. Maybe it was because they didn't talk back, or maybe it was because animals were less picky about who took care of them. They were helpless, and she wanted nothing more than to aid them in keeping their health up and live out a long and happy life.
It was that internship that had sent her to the seminar.
Fifteen minutes after she had been stood there under the awning as rain sprinkled down all around the college, the doors opened. She was the first one in the door and walked straight to the seat she had wanted, just right of centre in the first row. She smiled triumphantly and started to unpack her notebook, which had a picture of an adult grey and white, blue nosed Pitt bull cuddling with a small orange and white stripped kitten on a black couch, and a pen, that was completely covered in leopard print, from her bag. Her fingertips ran over the picture of the dog and cat, bringing a soft smile to cross her delicate features.
She took a deep breath in and ran her fingers through her burgundy tresses that were only minimally damp from the precipitation. Her black cardigan covered her shoulders with a semi-low cut white blouse underneath, and she had a loose fitting grey skirt on that fell to her knees with a belt around her waist. She crossed her legs and adjusted her cardigan.
It was only when she was completely settled in that she allowed herself to look around the classroom at the faces of all the strangers who for one reason or another were attending the same seminar as her. She smiled shyly at a few of them who made eye contact with her, but they were too far away to try and strike up a conversation with. It wasn't as if she needed to talk to someone, seeing as there was only ten minutes left until the thing started, but it would have been nice to help the time pass a bit more quickly.
When the seminar started, the girl was extremely relieved that she didn't have to wait any longer for the thing to get going. With her back straight and her head held high she listened attentively as the speaker began his presentation. Although he was a little drab and spoke in a monotone voice, she tried to simply take in the words he was saying and try to bypass the tone that made her want to fall asleep.
A stunning brunette walked in, half an hour late... just in time to hear the teacher say, "You have to treat the animals like you would people, with care and compassion."
"Glad I didn't miss that."
"How about you sit down and shut the fuck up, yeah? Some of us are here to learn, so don't fuck it for the rest of us. It's bad enough that you walked in late, but if you're going to make comments the entire seminar, could you do us all a favour and get to fuck?"
Effy's eye brow raised at the girl in the front, a smile smirk playing on her lips when brown eyes glared at her like she was the personified devil. "On my way, princess. Please, continue, I wouldn't want to be the cause for you missing the point of why animals are supposed to be treated the way humans are. By all means, philosophise away. I'm all ears."
Katie could feel her blood pressure rising in anger and her eyes burned into those of the unknown brunette with the intense azure orbs, "You have a complete and utter disregard for not only the speaker, but also the rest of us who arrived promptly. Why wouldn't you treat animals the way you would people? They are innocent and loving, not like most of the wankers who walk this earth. They depend on us to care for them, to keep them in good health, and to shower them with care."
Effy nodded, watching the dark-haired, with purple streaks girl with an intense stare, sitting down in the seat across from her by the other side of the room. Never once letting the eye contact break. "Right." She shook her head slowly at herself, her smirk firmly in place. "How inconsiderate of me. I know you're right, princess. There's no difference, at all, is there?"
Katie's gaze didn't relent as she stared down the smug girl, "Well inconsiderate. Of course there's a difference, you cow, you don't see Fido telling you what is wrong with him, do you? It takes more to sort out what is hurting an animal because there is no means of verbal communication. You have to watch for physical clues. There's no way for them to lie about what they are there for, the proof is in their reactions."
"Right. I'm glad you are aware of the difference, love. But isn't it your job to understand the pet without words? You know," her smirk grew, "somehow I do believe that there's another difference though, and you know it. And I think you should share, since you're obviously having the answers to absolutely everything."
She gritted her teeth in seething anger, "I'm not the speaker for this seminar, and whatever problem it is you have with the vet field..." she pauses for a moment, her eyes squinting slightly in annoyance, "... fuck it, stupid bitch," she grumbled as she turned back around towards the man at the front of the room, who's eyes were wide in surprise at the unexpected interruption.
"Right." Effy sighed and got to her feet, graciously, almost floating to the front where the poor bastard with wide eyes was standing, watching her fearfully. "That's blinding, your seminar always is but could you sign this, please? I'm not letting some peasant who's lived under a rock all-life-long insult me like she's still in fucking college while you stand there like a monk with your gob wide open. I'm out of here." He nodded hastily, signing the sheet with trembling fingers and handed it back. Without looking at him she snatched it out of his grasp and took the longer way towards the doors, right where the fucking bitchy girl was sitting.
When she was walking by her seat Effy leaned down, low enough to whisper into the tense girl's ear; "Tinkerbell was our cat, she fell from the roof. Three stories high, broke her backbone, poor thing. Even though she was alive the pet-doc put her down, she couldn't live that way, you see. When Naomi fell off a tree and broke her backbone as a kid we brought her to hospital, weeks of medication and therapy and she's as good as new. Weird that, huh? But I guess that's life. You don't put down your kid when it breaks a bone, when it gets cancer. You fight. When Fido does, well...poor bastard can only hope he's got owners with money, otherwise he'd be buried in the garden." With a chuckle Effy shook her head at the trembling girl. "There's a law against death-help, but you can put your pet down, even when you move away and tell the doc it won't ever feel at home at a new place. What's that say about differences? I think, if you'd want to become a real doctor, you'd know what the value of life really means." She finished with a kiss to the girl's ear and left without looking back once, a fag with her name on it was calling out for her.
Katie was all but shaking with anger that only seemed to intensify when the woman had walked over to her and bent at the waist to whisper in her ear. Katie couldn't even combat that; she couldn't say that she was wrong. It didn't make her field of study any less important, or less meaningful.
She snorted and went to shove the girl away from her at the same time that she had kissed her ear. What the fuck was she playing at? Her voice was firm and her gaze unwavering as she spoke to the retreating back of the brunette who was already pulling out a fag as she waltzed towards the door, "The meaning of life is relative to the person living it, and pets help to improve the lives of their owners. It isn't just about being happy, but animals can be trained to help us. There are dogs that can smell when a person is going to have a seizure, or even a heart attack, saving human lives. While most people won't spend the money to have their animals operated on, that is not my choice. If it were up to me, I'd help them all."
Effy didn't turn around, a light chuckle was the only indication that she'd heard the heart-breaking speech. When she's reached the door she moved her head around though, not surprised to see that spitting fire brown eyes were already trained on her. "Saving one, tiny, and unworthy life at a time." Shaking her head, almost adoringly Effy's smirk turned into a smile. "That's what this world needs, Katie." She loved the way the girl's eyes widen at the mention of her name, she'd seen the sheet with the names and printed identification copies on the prof's desk. "I'd just love to have a conversation with you about the importance of life, or the lack of it, more likely. What'cha say, princess? Up to fight your cause or you're more interested in falling asleep listening to Barney's monotone lull?" She smirked, clearly daring Katie to say yes. "I know just the place."
"The world needs love and compassion... can you possibly list even five people who give that to you unconditionally?" she sneered before continuing, "So what, you treat the body of a person as if they are an experiment, something to figure out and cure. But what about their emotional trauma? What about the pain they feel within them. Now tell me, you snotty, up-yourself cunt, tell me that an animal can't help that and your medical expertise can?" She was put off slightly by the sudden change of subject, bouncing from the meaning of life to leaving the seminar and the bitch for daring to dance all over her dreams. "I don't give a fuck what place you have, this course will be better without your ignorant views about the care of animals."
"How very insightful, sensitive and sensible of you to have a made-up mind about me, Katie. Exactly what every person needs, isn't it?"A sigh. "I'd rather have someone operate on me, experiment on me and learn from it than someone who's judging me with their bigoted mind as soon as they see me." She left, knowing that Katie would be too shocked to follow her.
Katie's gob was left wide open and her eyebrows furrowed. She silently gave one point to the brunette, but she would see her again, or she would find her, and she would prove her case.
Katie's head whipped around back to the front of the class and she looked down at her notebook, embarrassed at the events that had just taken place with the unknown girl. "Sorry," she mumbled towards the speaker and when he finally began to continue what he had been saying earlier, she wrote everything down, taking it all in as if the altercation had never happened.
Katie was glad when the class was over a couple hours later, and she stood up, stretching her back and legs as everyone else filtered out into the still drizzling air outside. Methodically she put her belongings back into her bag and politely thanked the speaker, apologizing again for the interruption that had happened near the beginning of it.
She stepped through the threshold of the door and immediately took in a breath of exhaled smoke, causing her to go into a coughing fit. With her eyes slightly watering she glanced at the person leaning casually against the wall and she scowled at her before turning around and walking away.
"Missed me, Katiekins? Come on then, bring it on. I know you're just dying to bring me down a peg or two, aren't you princess?" Effy watched the girl stop walking, but she still didn't turn back around to face her. What a shame, Effy thought. "I bet you were fantasising about me, just then. You wanted to find me, to tell me where to stick it and why being a pet-doc IS important. You wanted to tell me how wrong I am and why you're life-long dream is important for the world, why it's just as important as reading orthopaedics is. You wanted to tell me all that, and more, weren't you Katie? Either that or you wanted to fuck me, I haven't decided yet." Enjoying the sharp intake of breath she saw Katie take was making her smirk grow and she slowly walked towards the dead-still girl, leaning over her shoulder to whisper into her ear from behind. "You're in a desperate need of a shag, baby, aren't you? I'm just the perfect person for it. With a good ride you'll be well better off, brings out the tension and...aggression" She kissed her ear again. "And you could play pet-doc with new found motivation." With a fast movement she pushed off the girl and swaggered backwards. "Or..you know, you'll join me for a pint."
Katie couldn't figure out why this girl felt she could come at her like that. What pleasure did she find in calling Katie out the way she had, first in front of the class, and then in a more personal setting with just the two of them. The girl, however, piqued her interest. "Stop calling me princess, and if you kiss me one more time I will smack the fuck out of you," she said in a warning tone. "I don't even know you, and you have no right to say that I need a shag. I'm perfectly fucking fine, yeah? Just irritated and annoyed."
Although she wanted to decline, a pint did sound rather refreshing, and it wasn't as if she knew London at all. Who knows what kind of shady place she could end up at if she went alone. She didn't want to put herself into danger because she was too stubborn to take up an offer of a pint from a complete stranger who somehow knew her name. "Are you going to tell me your name?" She inquired with her eyes narrowing for a moment before her head tilted, waiting impatiently for the response.
"Well, Katie, that depends, really."
Katie gave the girl an exasperated look, "On...?"
"How do you feel about going off for a gander, I bet it's your first time in London and you know nothing and no one. I could be your tour-guide and show you the best sights." She smirked. "And soo much more."
Katie didn't like the way she said the last part, about showing her so much more. She decided not to comment on that bit, maybe she was misinterpreting what the girl had said. "I suppose I could use a tour-guide, seeing as I only know how to get here and back to my hotel," she said sheepishly, feeling rather foolish for not knowing the area better.
"All right, then, princess. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour." Grinned Effy, her teeth showing as she grabbed Katie's hand and pulled her into the other direction, off the uni-grounds. "You're in for a weekend in paradise, it'll change your views of the world, I promise." Kissing Katie's cheek, just to see her glare again, it was kinda cute, Effy laughed. "And perhaps we'll manage to get that massive stick out of your arse."
Katie growled exasperatedly, but she couldn't help it when she laughed a little too. Cheeky bitch. Her hand was soon confiscated and she was trailing behind the girl, whose name she still didn't know. She was starting to feel apprehensive about agreeing to go with the strange girl, maybe she could still back out. When the girl mentioned getting the stick out of her arse, she took it as a personal challenge.
When they rounded the corner and walked a few blocks Effy suddenly stopped and turned around, smiling brilliantly. Not even Katie's confused eyes were enough to make her stop having fun. "So, you're up for a ride then?" She lowly whispered, moving in as close as possible and when Katie looked ready to lash out and punch the fuck out of her Effy took the helmet off the bike and held it up like a prize.
Katie heard what the girl said, then looked from the helmet to the scooter, then back to the brunette. She wasn't seriously asking her to ride on that, was she? There was no way in hell that she was going to do that. "Uh... we can't walk?"
"We could, but..." A smirk grew on Effy's face," if we did, we wouldn't get there before you have to take the train back to Bristol on Monday."
"It can't seriously be that far," she said sharply, taking a step back to put some distance between them. "You really thought I'd get on the back of some death-trap with a complete stranger?" As an afterthought she added a question, "Wait... how did you know I was from Bristol?"
Effy's smirk grew and without hesitation she pulled the helmet on Katie's head. She was sitting on the Vespa right away, pulling the reluctant girl with her. "Read your info at the prof's desk. Bristol, shit-hole, no wonder you're the way you are, love. At least now we know it's not your fault." Katie was sitting, seemingly in shock as she didn't look like she'd grasped that she was already on the scooter. "But I promised you a weekend in paradise, didn't I? Where would that be if there wasn't a death-trap pumping your blood through your brain? Can't have you miss that, now, can we? Hold on tight, princess, or you'll fall off." Effy laughed whole-heartedly at the way Katie clung to her.
This girl was completely mental, Katie was sure of it. She couldn't help thinking she was going to die on this thing, along with the stranger that had pulled her onto it. Her body propelled forward, her eyes closing, and her arms wrapping so tightly around the lithe form in front of her that she was sure she was going to crack her straight in half. "Fuck..." she whispered.
Not five minutes later Effy stopped at a red light, she felt Katie exhale and just to make her blood pump that little bit faster she sped off onto the pavement, between couples, dogs, and an elderly lady who smiled and waved when they slowly drove past her.
They drove around a block and Katie's screams of "What the actual fuck?!" were muffled by Effy's laughter when they finally stopped the machine behind the building. Effy had to pry off Katie's iron-grip like hands of her body and shoo her off the Vespa, fat grin in place.
She was ready for the scolding of her life.
Only after the engine was turned off and the girl stepped off the scooter did Katie reach forward and smacked the girl's shoulder. "What the FUCK were you thinking? You could have hit something, or someone! I could have been injured or even fucking worse. Do you not think about the consequences of your actions before you do them? Fucks sakes," she ended her short rant with a huff and pulled the helmet off her head, shoving it into the brunette's stomach before looking around. "You brought me into an alley? Where the fuck are we?"
"Paradise, Katie." Smirked Effy and took Katie's hand, the girl didn't fight it, again, as she was pulled along through a shabby door. They reappeared, after walking through a dark hallway that smelled like piss, in a pub.
Nothing exciting, nothing big, nothing bad. Katie looked almost disappointed "Told you that you need a shag, to lighten up and to have fun. This is it, princess. This is where your dreams will come true." Grinning toothily at the bartender who was glaring back Effy pushed Katie until they stood by the counter, next to two young men who were lounging about on the chairs.
The Fitch twin scoffed and said to herself, "As if my dreams would ever come true in this dump."
The blonde girl behind the counter didn't look impressed at the hand-holding and scoffed before addressing Katie "No idea what she's promised you, princess, but Eff's not gay. Don't get your hopes up, love. Watcha having?"
When the blonde had called her princess, and then mentioned the brunette's name... Eff... what kind of fucking name was that anyway?... she blurted out, "Why does everyone call me fucking princess? Am I wearing a fucking tiara and married to a Prince?" She simmered down and ripped her hand from Eff's, her eyes looking back to the blonde, her voice now the picture of politeness, "Mai Tai, please."
"Right." Chuckled Naomi and winked at Effy, congratulating her on making the girl lose her mind. "Comin' right up, love." With a shaking-head she wondered what the fuck Effy was thinking and...bringing bitchy beauty into the pub for..."You see, princess, it must have something to do with the way you're trying to pull of that upper-bitch posture, when honestly, you really suck at it."
Katie's face was flushed with anger as the blonde continued to call her princess, then insulted her for the nickname she hadn't even agreed upon. "Fuck off," she snapped.
With a brilliant smile, as amused and annoying as Effy's she pushed the pint of lager in front of Katie's shocked face. "On the house, since, you know...I can't grant your highness' wishes of a beverage." Almost doubling-over at Katie's price-less face Naomi shook her head and started talking to Effy, as if Katie wasn't there any more
"How's class, then?" Effy shrugged her shoulders with a grin, puffing away on her fag. "Brought a souvenir, didn't I? Watch out Naomi," It was when Eff had said the blonde's name, Naomi, that Katie's eyes widened. This girl had had a broken back? She didn't move as if she was in any pain, or even that she had any restrictive movements. "Katie's going to change the world, one tiny little pet at a time, aren't you Kay? She may be a complete bitch to the owners though; she's not very good with people - I just had to bring her." An almost loving expression appeared on Effy's face and she inched closer to Katie who was successfully ignoring her existence.
The brunette's voice saying her name brought her attention back to the two friends but she refused to look their way until Eff moved in toward her. "What do you say, princess, up for a bit of fun with me, then?"
Naomi rolled her eyes and threw a dirty rag at her cousin. "Leave the poor girl alone, she looks like she's having a stroke."
Katie took a step back then looked at the blonde when she, kind of, came to her rescue. "Thanks for the pint," she said politely with a forced smile then walked to a nearby table, throwing her bag into the booth and plopping down right next to it.
When Naomi had almost finished her own pint, as Tony, Maik and Effy had as well, she glared at her cousin and nudged her head towards the table Katie was sitting at. "Don't be a bitch, she looks lonely."
"So?" Smirked Effy and looked to her brother, "brought her for Tony, she's his type." Tony nodded and his glazed eyes looked to the girl in question who didn't look happy at all. "What the fuck Eff? Go! Or you're cut off for the month. No fucking alc or anything if you don't go up to the girl and fucking apologise. She didn't choose to be here."
Both of Katie's hands were on the glass and she hesitantly took a sip. It wasn't her favourite drink ever, but it was free, and it would at least take the edge off. She didn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol, and usually one drink or possibly two, were the most she would ever have. She never understood why people would get absolutely bladdered to a point of blacking out and not remembering a single thing that happened.
Effy's brows rose and she sniggered at the blonde, clearly finding that statement very entertaining and amusing. "She actually did Naomi, no matter what you think, I didn't chain her to the scooter and dragged her here." But nonetheless she sighed and walked over to Katie's table. "Is that seat taken?" She asked with a smile, boring her eyes into the girl's. "I've things to discuss with you."
Katie's right hand lifted to the mouth of the glass and she traced around the rim, her gaze watching her finger until she looked up when Eff spoke to her and she shrugged her shoulders non-committally as a reply. Honestly she didn't want the bitch to be anywhere near her, but she couldn't very well take that back now. She obviously hadn't thought it through to take up an offer from a stranger, and it seemed that now she was paying for it.
„So," Effy started after sitting not in front of, but right next to Katie, their legs touching, "the thing I don't understand is...how did you decide to become a vet?"
A long, silent break before she clarified her question. "It just seems like something that doesn't fit you."
Katie scooted away from her to give her more space to break the contact beneath the table. "Not like you care, yeah?" she said tiredly. Her voice became a bit louder, "Oh, and I suppose you are going to tell me exactly what career field would better suit me then?"
"No. I won't. I'm just wondering," She responded in a low voice, her mind seemingly elsewhere. "With your ambition Katie, your strength and bravery you could be out there changing this shit-hole of a world and yet you choose to become a pet-doc." She shrugs, lighting another fag she offered Katie one, "just wondering."
Katie didn't even pay any attention to the offered fag. "Fuck you," she barked as she took another sip of her pint. "You don't even know me. Where do you come off thinking you do?" The problem was, of course, that Eff was right, she had pegged her personality in a matter of minutes, which most people couldn't do.
Hearing the hateful response didn't even have the brunette flinch, instead her eyes stayed glued to the pack of fags she was playing with. She didn't say anything for a long time, probably two or three minutes, just let Katie calm down a bit and drink her lager in peace before her next words left her lips. "Fair enough, except that I do, know you that is. I do know you, and you know it. I know you enough to know exactly that you were itching to confront me again, knew exactly what to do and say to make you ride the scooter and come here." With a shrug she exhaled the smoke in circles. "And that just scares the shit out of you, doesn't it, love? Someone knowing you, someone knowing you after what, ten minutes? And the worst thing is that you couldn't help yourself and had to see why. So tell me Katie, why do you think do I know that you're about to help every fucking animal you come across? That I know that you're not very good with people, on an emotional base, because you don't trust them, you think of them as wankers and turn to animals who won't judge, who won't fight you over nothing, who trust you unconditionally. Weird isn't it, that I feel like I've known you for my whole life? Naomi over there, my cousin, she's lived with me my whole life and yet I have no fucking idea who she really is. And here you are, so fucking intriguing, that I had to bring you here."
Katie was in shock. This Eff girl made her completely uncomfortable, mostly because everything she had said was spot fucking on. How could she possibly disagree with any of it. She couldn't argue with the truth. "I'm so glad I was so easy to manipulate so you could have your fun with the girl from Bristol," she said quietly.
Nodding to the three people by the bar she was about to say more when a young girl came and interrupted her. "I'm sorry...are you Effy?" Effy didn't say a word, only raised a brow at the nervous girl and Katie looked confused from one to the other.
"I'm, uh..you've any idea where I could get...uh...lucky?" Katie pondered over what the meaning of 'lucky' meant while Effy rolled her eyes and nodded to the blonde behind the counter. "She's your girl." Muttered the brunette and turned back to Katie who was lost in her own mind for a moment, contemplating if Naomi was a hooker, a lady of the night, and if that's how the girl would get 'lucky'. She couldn't really see Naomi as someone who would be paid for sex.
Katie's eyes lifted and she saw that Effy was watching her intently. "I feel like you're going to be important Katie, and I couldn't ignore that." A smirk grew on her lips, "buuuuut Naomi's right, love, I'm not a muff muncher, sorry."
"I'm not a fucking lezza either, yeah? I'm not sure how you got that idea into your bonce, but it seems your mate Naomi got that impression as well. You'll have to let her know that she was incorrect in her assessment."
Effy had watched the insecure sentence Katie had muttered, with interest. That's it, she had thought, nice to meet you Katie. A small smile formed on her lips then and after she had listened patiently to Katie's clarification of her sexuality, defending her own honour and all, Effy smiled. "Right. I'll let her know, bet she can't possibly live on without knowing that fact." A chuckle left her lips then and she shook her head, watching Katie with a fond look in her eyes. "You know, cocks are for me, made for me I tell you, but you are fucking gorgeous. You know that, don't you? No need to be insecure, not for you Katie... even though I've had fun, every fucking day of my life, with girl's from Bristol that's not the reason I took you and you know it." Katie felt her cheeks heat up in a blush.
Effy puffed away and shook her head at the stubborn and fucking guarded to the nines girl. "Why don't you let loose, Katie? Why that fucking wall of granite? I'm harmless, and I promise I won't hurt you in any way." She nodded to the three people, plus the young girl, at the counter. "See the dark-haired bloke over there? My brother Tony, he seems to fancy you, what do you say? Is he your type?" Her eyes were twinkling. "Since...you know, you're not a fucking lezza."
Katie didn't answer any of the questions that the brunette asked her, figuring that it was none of her fucking business, and if she was so damn all-seeing she would fucking know why she was this way. The more she stayed talking with Effy, the more uncomfortable she became. She shifted slightly in her seat, crossing her right leg over her left, away from the girl sat next to her. Brown eyes stuck to the blonde for a few moments before taking in the dark-haired bloke that Effy was referring to, her brother. "I'm not really interested in dating, Effy, but thank you for your concern," she said flatly.
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'You don't understand life,' Naomi thought. 'You can't possibly understand it, no matter how hard you try. Every time you think you've figured it out it's throwing you a fucking curve-ball you've no idea how to dodge. Catching it, you have to catch it and hope for the best. Catch it with your head, with your hand, with your fucking face if you must but catch it.'
'It's always the most fucked up things that make your life memorable,' she thought.
"What'cha having, love?" The girl wasn't older than fifteen, too much make-up, too much orange tan she's forgot to wash off of her hands, too long fingernails and too fake either way. Girls like that were always hiding behind make-up, people, rules or books. Just like the girl Effy had brought into the pub. She was a master in hiding, that she was sure of when her eyes found Katie's.
Naomi had no idea where the fuck Effy had found her but she seriously needed to chill the fuck out.
You see, Naomi wasn't one for rules or stiff-people.
They were there for a reason, rules were, so you had to break them at some point or you would end up as a boring shit who had never seen the world and was wishing for another chance when time to die came. That girl would end up that way, Katie would. Seeing everything she'd missed to do when she'd had the chance, she would regret it.
Sooo fucking much.
The blonde wasn't a shining example. Really, she was all but that. No one would have thought she'd end up there, in fucking London with enough cash to just not starve. Barely. Living in a dirty bedsit, which didn't really improve being what it is after she had dumped colour on the walls, Naomi didn't have much to show off.
Her life wasn't shitty, mind you, it was just fine, she got by you know. Had fun and close to no responsibilities except for staying alive, but that's all there was, really.
She was sure she had it all, Effy's girl did. She's done it right, didn't bunk off every morning because she couldn't sit through the lesson with her hang-over. Well, Naomi fucking aced her A-Levels, even though she was absent most of the time or asleep when she was actually present for a lesson.
And yet here they were, Naomi who'd had fun and the scars to proof it, and Katie, she thought her name was. Katie who was doing her best to be a pet-doc and had worked for it since the day she went to school for the first time, probably. She did strike Naomi as one of those who woke up and knew what they wanted to become, they just did.
Seeing her made Naomi believe that she was lucky, in a way. No really tragic story to tell which would make people pity her, or sympathise. Yes, Naomi smiled, she was lucky, she'd had an exciting life, not some shitty, boring uptight life, like Katie had surely had.
Her mum wasn't some drug-addict who couldn't keep her; she was just too young to care for her so she had to grow up with her aunt, Effy's mother. They had always stayed in touch though, her mum was at every school-play, teacher's conference, every fucking weekend she was visiting and they spent every summer break travelling. It wasn't her fault Naomi had ended up this way, she'd never blame her for it. She had done what she could, the best really, and only because the blonde had not grown up living with her, and still had everything she needed for a good start, didn't make her this fucked-up version of herself.
It was all Naomi, not her mum's fault.
She had grown up with Effy, like sister's. The brunette was a year older actually and when Naomi was four years old her mum had finally seen that she'd never stop doing odd hours at underpaid jobs if little Naomi was constantly there to be taken care of. She had seen that if she ever wanted to improve the situation she'd have to have the time and space for it, so she had talked it out with Anthea who had just moved into a bigger house in Bristol and had a spare guest-room.
It didn't take Naomi's mum a fucking word and Anthea was nodding, telling her that she'd do whatever she wanted her to.
Gina was around, always, or Naomi'd call her if she wasn't so she was not traumatised or anything.
Looking at herself she sometimes wondered how Effy had done it, how she had managed to have it all. She was a right fuck up, Effy was, mental basket case but at the end of the day it was her who was studying to become an orthopaedic. She was the one living in a Camden-town flat and who didn't have to fucking bar-tend drunks and punks.
Naomi had never been more proud of another person. "I'd like your speciality, if you've some here, please."
She looked the fifteen year old up and down. Thinking, 'why the fuck are you doing this to me, Eff?' Turning her head to where her cousin was sitting, with that Katie girl, Naomi narrowed her eyes at her and Effy glared right back.
The blonde was the first one to break the stare and she sighed at the kid. "Right." Preparing a pint for her she couldn't stop glaring and the girl was nervously fidgeting, not knowing why the blonde was being this rude. "Makes 25 quid, then, love." Naomi rasped and pushed the pint at her. The girl was smiling when Naomi gave her the change, along with a small bag of powder, telling her to fuck off now.
"Eff, could you please move your bum here for a second? Give Katie a book or something to pass the time." Katie's look was priceless and Naomi thought that she wasn't quite who she's trying to pull off though. Her eyes had been too kind for the bitchy attitude she's bombarded the blonde with when entering. She needed to chill the fuck out, really, that couldn't be healthy, having that giant stick constantly digging up her throat. What the fuck did Effy want with her?
Effy was just about to give Katie another speech when fucking Naomi had to yell for her. The brunette smiled apologetically at Katie, for Naomi's not very kind words, and when getting up, patted her neck twice, before walking towards the bar with a fat grin. Katie glared at the blonde, and then proceeded to drain the glass dry, setting it down roughly before moving to the makeshift dance floor.
How anyone could call it a dance floor in the first place was mental. It was little more than a small circular area in between a bunch of high-top bar tables. She closed her eyes and willed her mind to relax and just listen to the music that was quietly coming out of the speakers. Katie wished they would turn it up, because it was much too soft for her tastes.
God, she loved music.
There was a song for everything, every event, every emotion.
Her body started to move in time with the baseline, dancing alone and not caring about that fact. If she was going to have 'fun in paradise' she was going to start it off with a good dance.
Effy, the always smirking bitch, sauntered over to the bar counter, turning heads left and right and Naomi clipped her boyfriend's ear, who was sitting by the bar. "She's my fucking cousin you wanker. Eyes up, right now or you'll fucking sleep at your mum's tonight." That's Maik, they met last year at one of Effy's parties, couldn't get more cliché now, could it?
He was fit, had flirted his butt off even after she'd told him that he reeked of puke. They ended up going on a trip together a day later. He's kinda her business partner. Well, he thought he was but Naomi was the boss though, obviously.
They'd been together on and off for a year, sometimes she wondered why. He had no ambition, at all, no goals, no life really, except for following her around and she wasn't doing anything fun either. So his existence was more boring than hers, perhaps that's why they fit.
They laughed together, had the best parties, fucked each other's brains out and when she had enough of him she would always kick him out for a few weeks. She knew that it didn't sound like the typical twilight romance but it was enough to keep her entertained. And when it was not, they'd break up and go fishing in other waters for some time.
She had been in love once, when she was sixteen. There was this bloke, James, fucking bad-arse criminal but she really fancied the pants off of him. Couldn't sleep, talk, breath or even fucking walk when he looked at her. She'd trip every time she saw him and he'd laugh, winking. It had taken Effy a good month to find out who he was, then another month fighting him off when he was trying to shag her, and then Naomi and James were a couple.
They had been together for almost three years, breaking up when she had decided to leave Bristol and he couldn't think of her as important enough to come with. It was fine, she was sad for a few weeks, and then it had stopped ripping her heart out.
Healthy break up, she'd say. Now she's just waiting for that feeling again, sadly Maik, she knew, would never be able to bring it out of her. He didn't make her want to be with him, 24/7 like some stalker. He didn't make her palms sweat and her heart race when he entered a room. He didn't make her smile like a twat when she'd get a text from him. It wasn't love- it was settling for something while waiting for a better offer.
She wasn't a bitch, and he knew that, all of it.
Well she was a huge bitch but she'd never play him, or anyone. You don't go round playing other people hearts like it's chess. That's the only thing she thought of as off limits. If she had ever thought that he loved her, truly and so fucking deeply he couldn't breathe Naomi would have fucked off by now.
But he didn't.
And she didn't love him.
They fit.
"Just admiring the family pool of genes babes." He slurred and leaned up, almost slipping, to kiss her but she ignored his drunk attempt at scoring and looked to Effy with a raised brow. "I told you not to bring me kids here; she was no older than fifteen. Jesus, if Bork was in I would be sooo fired. I've told you. Haven't I? I fucking told you. And what's up with that Katie anyway?"
She was always telling her not to bring her clients into Naomi's workplace. You see, sometimes her money just didn't do it so she had to do... other things apart from bar-tending It wasn't a huge deal; she was just selling when she needed cash, and only to people she knew. Usually.
But Effy had that idea in her head that whenever someone would ask her for pills or powder she just had to point them Naomi's way. Like she'd want every fucking punk to come and ask for smack. She had to be careful, didn't want to fuck up her life.
Naomi was just scolding Effy for bringing her the girl when she saw something flash across the pub, starting to twist and turn in the middle. Her lips twitched into a soft smile and she took the clicker of the table, bringing the volume up to the point where even the sleeping chap in the corner jumped up and screamed loudly for his shoes.
The music started to surround her, getting louder and louder until it completely washed everything else out of her mind. Perfect. Her hips moved from side to side and her hands never stayed idle, sometimes floating into the air and twisting down, sometimes on her hips or stomach. Katie's knees bent to give her a better range of motion. The alcohol was helping to keep her calm and unfazed, letting her simply enjoy the moment.
Naomi looked on when Tony grinned and jumped into action, thinking that his sister had talked him up and that Katie was showing him that she's interested. She watched him slide up to the girl, who at first didn't even clock someone was right behind her until he placed his hands over her hips from behind. Katie's eyes remained closed, thinking it may have been Effy, which would have been strange enough... seeing as neither of them were gay.
Tony started grinding into her arse, and it was the unmistakable bulge pushing into her backside that caused her eyes to flash open. With a head-shake Naomi took the drink she had been preparing for the last twenty minutes and marched up to the dance floor in time to see Katie turn around to look at Tony. Naomi reached them just when Tony leaned in, casually, and husked something about playing hard to get. The twin gave the bloke a hard shove, sending him back a few paces. "Did you not see me enjoying myself, you little prick?" she asked, fuming, looking directly into Effy's brother's azure gaze.
Naomi rolled her eyes and pushed his high arse out of Katie's reach before turning around with a shy smile. "It's the first one I've ever made...so it might be too much rum." Without another word, feeling the blush creep up, Naomi pushed the drink, in a pint glass along with a tiny umbrella, into Katie's hands. Fleeing the scene afterwards.
Katie glanced down at the drink after the brief explanation given to her by the blonde before she noticed a soft blush touch her cheeks. Katie had no idea why the girl was blushing, then realized that she was holding a Mai Tai, not another pint. "Thank you," she called out before taking a sip.
Yes, it was rather strong in regards to the rum, but it wasn't overpowering. The sweetness of the other ingredients made the extra rum taste pretty good. She looked around; again feeling sheepish and tried to give Tony a small smile, then looked to Effy who was staring at her.
"Oh," Mumbled Tony, clearly embarrassed after a long, word-less conversation he had with his sister's eyes which were staring at the scene like a watch-dog. "Sorry..I thought you came for m...all right. Never mind. Sorry again." Then he shrugged helplessly and ran off the dance-floor back to the counter, leaving Katie standing confused behind.
They were all by the counter, just watching the new girl then, wondering what the hell just had happened.
Katie rolled her eyes at herself, "Good going, Katie," she mumbled. Taking a long pull from the drink in her hands she tried to get back to the happy place she had been in before being interrupted. After a few deep breaths and closing her eyes, she was once again dancing to the music.
Although usually dancing and listening to music would clear her mind, she couldn't help but wonder what she was doing there... not in London, she knew why she was there... but in the bar. It wasn't her scene at all. She was more likely to be in a library than a bar or club. Maybe she was too uptight. Could Effy have been right about that? She shook the thought away as quickly as it entered her mind and drank half of her beverage in one go, feeling the alcohol start to make her senses slightly fuzzy.
Another twenty minutes later, Katie was still dancing her arse off, another girl entered the pub and made for the bar. "Sorry I'm late," she muttered, taking the huge wallet from Naomi and the sheet with the calculated money, "class wouldn't fucking end today. I heard a girl fucked off after the first part and didn't return? Made a proper scene, fighting with Effy here, and then left. No idea where she's run off to." Naomi was grinning and pointing at Katie, who, perhaps by accident hadn't realised that it was a break, not end of class already and that she was bunking off. "She's in paradise."
The blonde opened her smiling mouth and yelled for the dancing girl, shaking another pint of Mai Tai invitingly. "Come over here, princess. I'm about to break your heart."
Katie hadn't even realized she had finished her drink, but was still holding the empty glass in her hand as she swayed to the music, completely ignorant to the goings on around her. She cringed when she heard her new nickname, then there was something said that was a bit incoherent to her, but then she opened her eyes lazily and looked to the blonde who was shaking another drink at her. She glanced down at her empty glass and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to decide if she should actually have another drink when she was feeling buzzed enough already. She didn't get drunk, had never, and she didn't exactly want to start now in a strange city with people whose names she only learned in the last hour, by accident.
She walked up to the bar and set her empty pint glass down, smiling at Naomi, "That was a great Mai Tai, but unfortunately I will have to decline a second."
Raising her brows at the..overly polite girl, who only seemed to sound like her grandma after the drink, Naomi smiled, her eyes boring into brown orbs. "You sure, love? I made it just for you. Googled it, tried it five times before deciding you could drink it and now that I've made the perfect one you'll break my heart instead?"
Katie's brows furrowed. 'No,' she told herself, 'You don't need another. You're fine with the amount of alcohol you've already had.'
Katie couldn't help but look into Naomi's eyes, thinking just how blue they were. Such a beautiful shade. She was sure she had never seen that shade on anyone else that she had ever met. Her eyes blinked her gaze away for a moment before looking at the offered drink, "I really shouldn't," she began, feeling a flush come over her cheeks, "I don't have much of a tolerance."
The smirk turned into a soft smile and Naomi nodded, pushing the straw between her own lips, and Katie couldn't help as she chewed on her bottom lip as she watched her lips circle around the straw. "No problem." Then, after moaning at the amazing taste she opened her eyes again and locked them with Katie's. "Effy's nipped out for a minute, she'll be back later and I'm done for today. Would you like a water or something else, then?"
Katie's throat cleared, rather awkwardly, and then her eyes met up with Naomi's blues once again a small smirk forming at the corner of her own lips as she reached forward and pulled the drink out of the blonde's hand and wrapped her own lips around the straw. She kept eye contact with Naomi as she pulled in the cool liquid. It didn't burn really at all any more as it went down her throat into the pit of her empty stomach. She pushed the glass back toward the blonde and then took a step back, "So you're off work?"
Needing a moment to gather her thoughts... why the fuck ever... Naomi shook her head, shook herself out of it and smiled, running a hand through her long, blonde hair. "Yeah, always have the early shift so I've my afternoon's off, you know? I could keep you company 'til Effy gets back, she's only went to the uni to get her sheet signed for the next class and will be back as soon as the prof signs it." Her boyfriend, Maik, grunted something at her and she scowled. "Of course I'll keep her company you prick. She's on her own and fucking Effy left so I'm staying."
He glared at her, then at Katie, who was seconds away from actually snarling at him, and got to his feet, swaying. "Fuck you then." Was his response before he looked to Tony for back-up. "You're coming or staying mate?" Effy's brother looked between Naomi and Katie, thought back to the scene on the dance-floor and shook his head. "Yeah, lets go."
The blonde, for the first time in ages, turned her head away so Maik would kiss her cheek instead of her lips. She didn't know why she had done it, there was no reason, but the act wasn't lost on the twin. He had every right to be pissed off at her, they were supposed to leave for Bristol tonight and she hadn't even fucking packed yet but here she was, gladly keeping a complete bitch, which Katie wasn't really, company instead of doing what she's supposed to. Oh, and he tried to kiss her goodbye, which a boyfriend is normally allowed to do so why the fuck had she turned her head away? He had the right to be angry, he had the right to kiss her, and what exactly was wrong with her?
Perhaps it was the way Katie was looking at her, that made her uncomfortable to be kissed by him in public, or whatever. With a head-shake she decided not to dwell on that and smiled at the girl instead, who's gaze was locked on the retreating men, glaring until they fell out of view.
"You don't have... have to baby sit me," Katie said unsurely, blinking her eyes before pulling the Mai Tai back toward her to take another sip, then pushing it back to Naomi. "I probably should get..." it was like she was smacked over the back of the head when her mind registered that Effy had left to get her paper signed. Shit, "Fuck... I need to get back, I'm missing the second half of the seminar!" she said frantically, looking to the blonde to figure out a way to get her inebriated self to the course.
Naomi smiled gently, a light chuckle leaving her lips. "It's over Katiekins, break's never longer than fifteen. You probably got here when it ended." Handing Katie the much needed cocktail she was reaching for every other second anyway, she couldn't stop smiling at the flustered girl. "You've not missed anything. Effy's done the class three times already, she'll give you a word-for-word description later, I promise." When Katie didn't look too convinced she leaned down to be on eye-level with her, leaning over the counter so they were inches apart. "I promise." Katie didn't notice how close Naomi had gotten to her over the bar top until she could almost taste the blondes breath on her lips.
"Fuck... shit," she cursed softly to herself, berating the fact that she had lost track of time. That wasn't like her, not at all. These people were bad for her, bad influences. Now she's drunk in a bar, in London, and didn't have a clue how to get back to her hotel. At least she would be able to go to the seminar on Monday and hope that she didn't miss too much... even if Effy had taken it multiple times.
"Oh, any particular reason why you were trying to murder my boyfriend with your eyes just then?"
"He was rude, and had no fucking reason to be," she stated matter-of-factly.
"What did he say to you?!" Naomi demanded, anger rising up in her at the thought of her boyfriend, to her unknowingly, saying or doing something nasty towards Katie. "I'll kill that waste-of-space."
Katie had a silly smile on her face, finding the angry look on Naomi's face to be rather alluring. She took a sip of her drink, no longer bothering to push it back to the blonde, and reached out with her free hand to set it atop Naomi's. "No babes, he was rude to you, and almost got shoved off the bar stool and a boot heel to the throat," she said with a small giggle.
Naomi had stopped breathing when Katie's hand had covered hers, not knowing why, not caring either. Her eyes only rose when Katie's sentence knocked the last remnants of air out of her, the protectiveness almost making her dizzy. "But... you don't know me, and you can tell me what you want, I am sure that you're not here because you wanted to be. Effy has chained you to the scooter and dragged you here." She bit her lip and stared into brown eyes, so fucking shining that it almost made her pass out, since she didn't have any breath left and all. "And you don't seem to like us very much."
Though her subconscious kept telling her she should find a ride back to the hotel, and not on the damn killer Vespa, she couldn't seem to walk away from the blonde. "Doesn't matter if I know you or not, he was being a prick," she replied without thinking. "Effy... she... she didn't chain me to it, but she did drag me here."
Her drunk mind bounced to another subject, "Do you smoke? I mean... I don't, but I could really use a fag right now, not a whole one though, just a few puffs of yours... if you smoke." Her brain caught up with the last sentence that Naomi threw at her, "I don't dislike you... I just don't know you."
Something about the way Katie had asked her for, half her fag, Naomi assumed, made her blush and avert her eyes, which was good, because Katie felt a bit awkward for asking a virtual stranger to share a smoke with her. "Yeah, I mean..sure. Come on." She then realised that they were standing like idiots, on different sides of the counter, even though she was off clock for already ten minutes. "Let's sit, yeah? Want another drink or something? I need a fucking brewery." She said without having a fucking clue why and yelled to the girl behind the bar that she'd have a Barcadi, without coke. "Just straight up, sweety, yeah?"
Then they walked to the booth Katie had occupied earlier and sat down in front of each other. Katie noticed her bag was still there, which she had completely forgot about until now and was thankful it was still there. Naomi felt awkward, looked round the pub and every time her eyes caught Katie's she looked away hastily. "Fuck's sake..." Muttering she tried to light the fag, without success and groaned in frustration. "Sorry, no idea what's wrong with me."
A single eyebrow lifted as Katie watched the blonde struggle to light the cigarette. With a huff she scooted toward Naomi in the booth and grabbed the lighter, flicking it a few times until there was a steady flame above it, "There you go, yeah? Suck... I assume you know how to do that... having a boyfriend and all."
Naomi's jaw dropped... what the... and then she burst out in a fit of giggles. "Katie, Katie, Katie there's so much more than meets the eyes, isn't there?" With a head-shake she took the offered fag, her own, and sucked expertly, the look she was eyeing Katie with never once wavering.
Talk about making a tit out of herself, she thought when the circles of the smoke vanished in Katie's face. The girl seemed fascinated and Naomi, to her utter surprise did something her ex boyfriend had shown her. 'This Naomi, babe, is the best babe-magnet.' he had said and blown out the rings, but in a shape of hearts. Katie's eyes almost bulged out when the second, clearly planned heart hit her cheek.
"How..." Katie began, but then decided to pluck the fag right from Naomi's lips, her fingertips brushing them in the process.
She didn't flinch at all as she put the stick between her lips and took a puff. She couldn't blow smoke rings, and wasn't even about to embarrass herself with another epic failure. Instead she pushed the smoke out of her mouth with her tongue and then inhaled it into her nostrils, holding it in again before letting it all out, right into Naomi's face with her lips puckered right at her.
"Katie," whispered Naomi lowly, holding on to the table with white knuckles, "... you have to stop doing that."
Katie's lips quirked up, as did a single eyebrow as she kept her gaze locked with sky blue orbs, "Stop doing what?"
"That."
Katie's head tilted to the side and she put the fag back between her lips, drawing in deeply. She held out the fag to the blonde, waiting until she had taken it before slowly letting the smoke back out in the same fashion she had earlier. She had no idea what got into her, but she was enjoying herself.
Naomi's eyes wanted to close of their own when Katie did it again...but they stayed locked on hers as she grasped the poor fag. Which, of fucking course, broke in between her clumsy, tensed hand. "Fucking hell. If you don't stop right now I will do something very un-straightly...for the love of god please stop looking at me that way." Waving at Katie's face Naomi's eyes darkened.
She didn't feel helpless, or frustrated, or even fucking uncomfortable. She felt like taking Katie's hands, pulling her up, bending her over that fucking table and literally taking her, then and there.
Chocolate orbs never wavered. Katie licked her lips and brought the drink over to her and took a healthy drink through the straw. Only when the other bartender came over with Naomi's drink did Katie's gaze look away, smiling politely at the girl.
She had noticed the way that the blacks of Naomi's pupils were expanding until there was little more than a sliver of blue around her dark orbs. "Un-straightly?" Katie teased, scooting a bit closer to the blonde. She had no idea what she was doing, or what was coming over her, but her hand reached up to brush a bit of peroxide blonde away from Naomi's face. Her fingertips traced the shell of Naomi's ear and she found herself nibbling on her bottom lip again before she shook herself out of it.
Katie's hand dropped and she quickly reached for the pack of fags on the table, then the lighter, and now it was her turn to be unable to light the blasted torch.
The blonde let out a breath she had no idea she was holding when Katie's hand dropped and fought the fucking lighter. With an intake of breath, shakily so, Naomi's fingers clasped round Katie's and she brought her hand close to her own face, staring at the lighter and fingers grasping it. Then her free hand rose up and clicked the button on the thing, a few times until the flame stopped vanishing.
She took the fag out of Katie's parted lips and leaned in, so fucking close to have it lit by the girl's motionless hand. When the smoke filled her lungs she leaned back, eyeing Katie curiously through the smoke she was blowing her way. "Yeah, very un-straightly." And then it registered that her free hand, which had clicked the lighter's button, was now holding Katie's hand, covering it really, as she stroked her palm with her thumb. "Very."
Katie was transfixed during the whole cigarette lighting ordeal that she almost didn't realize that Naomi's hand was covering her own, until she felt the soft brush of the blonde's thumb against her palm. What had gotten into her? Emily was gay, not her. She swallowed and stared down at their conjoined hands. She didn't even care that Naomi was blowing smoke in her face. She was in a daze as she watched the blonde take in another puff of smoke, paying special attention to her lips. "Very," she whispered back in response.
Naomi had no idea why she did it, what the fuck made her think, hey come on, suck in a shit-load of smoke and crash your lips to the poor girl's. While you're at it why don't you fucking choke her with the smoke, then? Sadly only after she's done it, shocking them both half to death when their lips would stay motionless but joined after Katie pushed the smoke out through her nose, Naomi's mind caught up with her fucking dick.
Yes, she was thinking with her balls, balls she didn't even have, for fuck's sake.
'She's got so much clit, she don't need no balls' came into her mind and she closed her eyes, pressing her lips firmer to Katie's before she moved away and out of reach, preparing herself for the slap that was surely building up in the beautiful girl she's just attacked.
Katie's eyes opened, her pupils nearly eclipsed the dark brown to a point where it could no longer be seen in the dim lighting. She had two choices, smack the absolute fuck out of Naomi for kissing her or...
She reached her hand forward, grasping Naomi by the neck and pulled her face back towards her own, crashing their lips together. A deep moan rumbled from deep in her throat and she nipped at the blonde's bottom lip.
Naomi's blood ran cold, but she didn't try to apologize, she was a lousy liar anyway and she wasn't even fucking sorry. Perhaps she shouldn't have attacked Katie that way, but really, it's not like she had time to think about it or even decided it! Her body had done it, automatically. Without her consent.
But now, now she was being kissed, properly by the girl who came out of fucking nowhere and made her a Mai Tai googling, blushing mess. As soon as she's realised that Naomi lunged forwards, the teeth nippling on her lip the perfect indication as to where this was going, and pushed into Katie firmly.
Her head moved to the side, automatically as Katie's went to the other side so they'd have a better angle to snog the fuck out of each other. It didn't take Naomi long to let her tongue play and explore Katie mouth, which was tasting like rum, oranges and smoke, her fucking favourite taste from now on. With the intensity of the kiss Naomi moved off her chair and scrambled onto Katie's lap, straddling her, yet somehow managed to keep the kiss sensual. Her right hand went to the back of Katie's neck and she gripped a fistful of hair, gently tugging and tangling her finger's in it as she tilted the girl's head back to counter her slightly taller stature, swallowing the moan that came right out of Katie and into her mouth.
Katie was well beyond thinking, or caring that she was snogging a girl... a girl she met today... who made the most amazing Mai Tai's she'd ever tasted. She tasted so fucking good, and her tongue was teasing Naomi's. The hand she had behind Naomi's neck slipped down, over her left breast, and soon her hands were at the blonde's hips.
She was in extremely uncharted territory with this. Obviously this was Emily's speciality, not hers. Katie didn't do this, not any of it. Pushing those thoughts to the side her hands reached back further, taking the blonde's arse in her hands and pulling her harder into her.
Naomi moaned when her centre hit Katie's belt, she bit the girl's lip and ripped free from her lips, trailing kisses along her jaw to her neck where she stopped. The inpatient moan, and tug on her arse showed her that Katie didn't like her stopping so she took her earlobe between her teeth, gently tugging. "Either you're coming with me, now, Katie, or I'm going to have to start being very straight again. Otherwise I'll implode in the next five seconds." She finished her little pep-talk, sounding like a right wanker, with a kiss to the girl's ear before her lips moved further south, kissing all the skin she could find, reaching her collarbone.
Her hips, she realised, where grinding into Katie, and that freaking belt was bringing her to the verge of losing her mind. With help of the girl's hands, firmly pulling her in with a perfect rhythm compared their kisses; she let out a loud groan. Naomi was praying to god that spontaneous implosion wasn't possible.
Katie didn't reply right away, the alcohol mixed with the sensual feeling of Naomi's lips across her skin had set her on fire. "The fuck are we waiting for then?" she groaned softly, not being the least bit fazed at how Naomi had laid it out to her.
It wasn't exactly romantic, but that wasn't really Katie's style anyway.
Naomi ripped free, from Katie in a matter of seconds, her arse still planted on her lap though and reached for her drink. She downed half of it down in one go, thanked the gods out there for making her order it in the first place. Then she pushed the glass into Katie's equally as trembling hands, and when she finished it off, not grimacing once, Naomi took the time to really look at her, breathlessly. "God, you're fucking gorgeous." Then she hurried off of her and grabbed the girl's bag, her hand and started pulling her through the pub to the back- door Katie first came in through.
She stopped dead in her tracks though when they saw Effy lean on the wall where the scooter was parked, and risking an unsure look at Katie, her hand still holding hers tightly, Naomi chuckled awkwardly. "All right? Already back then, Eff? Look, we're just going to...I'm showing her town, a bit, you know? Since you've managed to kidnap and fill her up, she needs to clear her head a bit, Katie does." Her rambling brought her nowhere, and she saw that Effy had seen the whole exchange of spit and bacteria, so lying was useless anyway.
She just hoped Katie wouldn't get cold feet now, what with real world punching them and all.
Effy smirked at their joined hands, and shook her head at a flushed Katie. "When I've kissed you earlier, princess, you threatened to punch the shit out of me, and didn't make me cum on the spot like blondie here, weird that. Since you're both...you know..so un-gay." Naomi flushed at the indiscreet way Effy was taking the piss out of her earlier statement and wanted the ground to open and swallow her. But then Effy's face softened and she smiled at them, moving out of the way. "Have fun, then."
Katie stared at Effy and knew she was talking, but all she could still hear was Naomi's voice echoing in her head, telling her how gorgeous she was. The twin nearly opened her mouth to reply to Effy as well, but decided against it. There was no way that she could keep up with her in her drunken state, she could barely even keep up with her whilst sober.
Reality started to hit Katie right in the chest and she looked down at her hand that was still encased in Naomi's own. What was she doing? Was she really gay? She'd never even thought about a girl in a sexual way before, not until the blonde bombshell. Shit.
The twin could feel herself hesitate, even as Effy moved out of the way to let them go by. Katie flashed a brief smile at Effy before looking to Naomi. The pounding between her thighs didn't disappear though, and one way or another it needed to be satisfied. The question was... could she fuck a girl... not just any girl though... could she fuck Naomi?
Naomi looked to Katie, seeing the doubt creep on her and she decided to do one thing, only one, and that would be it. Yay or nay, then.
With a sigh, when they moved out of Effy's earshot, she pushed Katie into the wall gently, leaning on it beside her. "I'm scared too; it's fucking terrifying, innit? But you know...whatever. Right? We're young, everyone does it at some point, mostly Uni-time, which you are at and I am... well... not but that's not the point. Just... let's see how it goes, yeah? I promise I won't be a clingy git if you don't like it." Then she looked away, feeling the fucking blush flush her face again as she took Katie's hand and smiled.
The words were sweet, cute even to the brunette haired girl. The coldness of the building felt good against her back, even through her clothes. The cardigan she was wearing was now extremely unnecessary now that her body was about to go up in flames. "You're adorable when you blush," Katie said softly, stepping away from the wall when Naomi took her hand.
She looked up at the sky when she felt the first drops of water fall down on her from the grey sky above. Katie loved the rain, always had. Her body leaned into Naomi's own and she rolled onto her toes and pecked the blonde's lips. "Just stop fucking talking," she said into Naomi's mouth, "... and take me somewhere." As if to punctuate her sentence, the burgandy-haired girl slipped her thigh between Naomi's and rocked into her centre. "Can you manage that, Naomi?" she purred.
A growl left Naomi's throat and she pushed into the thigh, her lips attaching themselves to Katie's earlobe, again. "Oh you bet on it, princess. I can take you...I will take you...you'll see." And then she was tugging on her arm, pulling her into the direction they had come from on the scooter.