The front door swings open and sunlight floods the dark apartment. Emily walks inside with Naomi following right behind her. As they come in, both are giggling and smiling jubilantly. "You're a fucker, you know that?" Naomi says, chuckling as she tumbles into the door, arms filled with large bags that Emily didn't bother to help carry "You're so sweet, Naomes," Emily says with a slight, cute smirk.
"Mmmm," Naomi replies, "I sure do try." One last time, Emily chuckles softly and then stops walking to look around the apartment before heading into the living room. "It's so dark in here," she says, making her way to the window. She pulls opens the thick blinds, and as she does there is an explosion of light, overtaking every possible inch of space around Emily and Naomi, filling their home, their entire world with brightness.
Following her into the living room, Naomi drops the luggage on the ground and leans her body against a wall, watching the way that the sunlight tickles Emily's face and reflects off her radiant, auburn hair. She looks at Emily's eyes, dazzled by the happiness and love in them, and the way they sparkle when the light hits them. She wants to say something to Emily, remind her for the millionth time how she takes Naomi's breath away every single day, but that's become nothing more then words. In her head, in her heart, Naomi figures, is where this moment is most special. Where it really means something.
After opening the blinds, Emily turns back to look at Naomi. "What is it?" she asks when she sees Naomi's dreamy facial expression.
"Just looking," Naomi tells her.
"Looking at what?"
"You," Naomi admits. She moves over to Emily and wraps her arms around her. Holding Emily in this way, in their sunlight soaked home, Naomi can't help by smile. She's so fucking in love with this girl, this crazy, insane, redhead girl. She looks into Emily's eyes and can see everything about her, and everything she's kept inside. Naomi looks away, scared that maybe Emily can see everything in her too, and maybe she'd see just a little bit more than Naomi wants her to. "What is it?" Emily asks.
"I'm really fucking lucky," Naomi says, daring to look her in the eyes again, "I got travel with you for months and now I come home to you. And I have something special in my life. I don't think you get it, I never thought I'd have anything like that at all. But you are, you are special and you're unbelievable. And I love you." Hearing this, Emily's flattered smile turns to a gentle giggle paired with a couple soft tears rolling down her cheek.
"You always do that to me, you know?" Emily says wiping the tears away.
"Do what?" Naomi asks, giggling as well.
"Make me cry when I'm not sad, make me laugh. You make me happy Naomi. Even when you're being a bitch, and I'm being a tit, you're still always there making me smile. I know we have to go back to work and the real world tomorrow, but I'm not quite ready to let this go."
"Well you know, we don't have to," Naomi says, a smile spreading on her face. Why go back to real life so early, she figures.
"Want to go back to Mexico?" Emily jokes.
"No," Naomi says, pulling Emily in even closer, "No, But what if you go unpack and I pour us some wine, make us some spaghetti, and we can pretend that we're still on vacation for one more night? How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect," Emily smiles.
One more time, Emily takes a long, deep, look into Naomi's gorgeous blue eyes and, after a reassuring smile, she leans in and meets Naomi's lips with her own. Over time, this soft kiss has become a thing that makes the apartment a home for Emily and Naomi, it's the thing that connects them, makes the flat more than just a building or four walls to live in. One more, Naomi decides, this time kissing Emily. After another smile, they reluctantly let go of one another. Naomi heads to the kitchen and Emily, after gathering the bags, heads up the stairs. Though, before they are out of each others sights, Naomi stops Emily. "Hey," she says. Emily looks down to her. "I love you."
"I know, I love you, too," Emily shines her amazing grin and then marches back up the stairs.
As Emily walks away, Naomi takes a moment to look at her and smile. "It's good to be home," she says quietly to herself before turning around to the kitchen.