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It not that easy... Part One

It wasn't as easy as she'd imagined, just switching her brain off, turn the whole portion of her brain off that was devoted to her. If she just closed her eyes she could trace the line of her jaw, see the flame red of her hair as a clip accidentally let down a stray section so it grazed her face. Her fingers itched to gently push back her hair, tuck it delicately behind her ear and graze her thumb across her cheek.

Shaking her head her eyes sprung open, suddenly very aware that she was still in the common room at college, curled up away from the table-football competition that seemed to ravage any break of the day. It was rowdy students trying to let of steam by barrelling a small white ball into the net but it wasn't her idea of fun however the weather was too bad to venture outside, and no-one would think to look for her here. She didn't need one of those looks from Effy, didn't need to feel like she could read every word that ever went through her mind, right now she needed to clear her head of the fog that was Emily, she was just too intoxicating.

She'd spent the best part of her spare period trying to learn the political history of Mussolini for her history essay but instead she couldn't quite push the image of Emily's lips coming towards her out of her mind. All she could see was how soft they looked and think how much her fingers itched to be caught up in her hair, to be pulling her towards her so that their bodies crushed together.

She sighed, knowing full well that she could only really concentrate for 3 minutes, which seemed to be the length of time that she could avoid her for before she permeated everything, even avoiding her on campus didn't help get her out of her mind.

She couldn't really understand why Emily was in her head so much, the kiss at Panda's party had been drink and drug fuelled she was sure of it, but there was something about having that body pressed into her, feeling Emily respond to her kiss, seeing that look shadow those beautiful eyes just for a moment as they pulled away before the real desire began to take hold.

Picking up her bag and stuffing her notes in she managed to sidle passed the on-going game of table football and Cook's ever wandering eye to escape into the fresh air of the car park.

Deciding that college was not the right place for her, and knowing full well that the essay would not do itself she grabbed her bike and headed back to the madhouse, at least there people would leave her alone, let her have her privacy.

Slamming the door with a bit too much force she came face to face with another one of her Mum's 'friends', at least this one was dressed she thought as she mumbled a greeting as she pushed passed him and ran the steps two at a time to her room. The only place she could really escape.

Having spent the best part of an hour writing 25 words of her essay Naomi pushed herself back in her desk chair and ran her hands through the mess that was her hair-do.

"I can't do this, I don't even know what this is but its messing with my mind" She muttered to herself, rolling herself a spliff and lighting it she took a deep breath of the calming smoke, let it roll around her mouth before the expelled it, making a delicate stream of smoke at the mirror on the wall next to her.

"Just a smoke" she thought, "that's what I need, a smoke with no connotations, no need to be on my best behaviour," deciding this was the best way forward she rolled herself a second spliff for back up and unfurled her body from the chair before collapsing onto the bed, half the duvet thrown over her legs to keep her warm as her gentle smoke streams filtered out of her open bedroom window.

Taking the final drag of her spliff Naomi closed her eyes and let the drugs gently wash through her body, feeling all the muscles gently ease as she picked at the edge of her duvet with her fingers.

She could see her, she'd spotted the red hair from a mile away and it seemed to be calling to her, this glowing beacon pulling her towards her. As she got closer she could see the smile spread across Emily's face, and one mirroring it spread across her own face.

Her fingers reached out to curl into Emily's hair, pulling her magnetic lips to her own so that the burning desire that was spreading through her could be quenched.

Emily pulled away just for a millisecond, "Hello you…" the husky voice made Naomi's stomach flip and her knee's begin to buckle.

"Hmmmmm hello…" was all Naomi could manage before Emily's lips found her own again and they were both consumed by the need to have every bit of their bodies touching, fingers found arms, hips, back. Lips found tongues, found lips, found guttural sighs.

"I think I need to take you home…" Emily seductively whispered, tracing the edges of her ear with her tongue, gently breathing against her neck making all the tiny hairs stand on end, as if a firing squad were ready for them.

"Home. Home" Naomi kept repeating the word; it was all her mind could comprehend.

Emily, in her bed.

"Naomi, are you Home?" Her mum shouted up the stairs.

"Terry is making dinner, do you want some? Naomi, are you HOME?"

Naomi's eyes fluttered open and her heart sank as she saw where she was. Alone.

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