This is a little something I've been thinking about for awhile and I figured why not... So here it is, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer - I don't own Skins
"Good morning, Sleepyhead." Emily purrs into my ear as I slowly gain consciousness, her hand stroking my hair, kissing my neck softly, the way she knows I like.
Emily has been staying over lately, she's probably here more than at her own place, I don't mind really, it's nice, cozy even. I met her at some club while I was out with Cook on the pull, I was looking for a one off and got a little more than I bargained for. I'm not usually into repeat performances but there is something about this redheaded beauty that is so intoxicating and I can't seem to get enough, and clearly neither can she.
I'm a bit of a workaholic, me, never really off the clock, which means I don't really have the time for a real relationship, that is until recently. I work for a advertising firm, my job is to come up with things that sell, creativity is what gets me ahead, I'm always working hard to meet my deadline and it has always paid off.
My boss though, he's another story, he alone is one of the most scariest man I have even worked for. You do not want to piss him off, you'll be on your ass in the same second and he'll make sure you have nothing to land on, he's well known and one bad word from him and your career is pretty much over ... He can make you or break you so to speak, lets just say I prefer to stay on his good side.. And that's been pretty easy so far, he likes the fact that I work twice as hard as everyone else and that I leave the office after him and arrive a little before him. I've builded my self up in the firm since I first started working there and now he and I are quite chummy, some may even call us mates.
Anyway like I was saying I met Emily at a club, when I first saw her it was lust at first sight, I mean I'm talking about instant wetness just from the looks of her. I've never wanted to fuck someone more in my entire life and that's saying something, believe me. Cook nudged me to look at her, apparently I wasn't the only one seeing the sexyness that was Emily. She was enchanting, dancing, moving to the music so elegant yet wild it was almost hypnotic, I couldn't look away it was that captivating. As I was watching I couldn't help but admire what she was wearing, only adding to the fuckable quality she seemed to be emanating.
She had purple stockings on and a very short, tight fitting black leather skirt, with a tight fitting grey tank top, her cherry red hair bouncing wildly around as she followed the beat. I knew I needed to have this girl and I needed to have her now.
I quickly cut in front of a fast approaching Cook to get to her first, it was fair game, he never said 'dibs' so I wasn't doing anything wrong. I wrapped my arms around the bouncing redhead from behind, having nerves of steel when it comes to the pull, she stopped dancing for a moment and looked behind her, probably curious of whom the foreign hands on her belong to. She looked into my eyes, and smirked seemingly satisfied, delighted even, before leaning back into me and continuing moving in rhythm to me and the music, but now grinding into me matching the beats.
A few moments later she turns around in my arms and pulls me in by the back of my neck, so our bodies were now flushed against each other, she then leans in next to my ear so she can be heard over the thumping music.
" I was waiting for you to come dance with me, you know? " She rasps, flirting.
" Were you now?" I ask, flirting right back.
" Mmhmm" she hums into my ear " I spotted you the moment you entered the club." she winks, biting down on her pouty lips.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers, needing to taste her, it's start out needy and desperate but quickly escalates to passionate, I dip my tongue into her opened welcoming mouth, massaging them together, feeling and also hearing her moan into my mouth. She tastes better than I thought she would, but I want more, a lot more.
" Fancy popping in the loo?" I ask, when I pull away wanting to have my way with her as soon as now. Her mouth shapes a O.
"Excuse me? What kind of girl do you take me for?" she asks, narrowing her eyebrows, shoving me slightly.
" Sorry" I chuckle at her seriousness " I didn't mean to offend." I put my hand up in surrender.
" Well you did." she says seriously, then she smiles. " I think after a kiss like that I at least deserve an invitation back to yours." she winks and starts to strut away. Turning back when I failedl to follow " Coming? " her smirk firmly in place.
I took her home that night and fucked her like I haven't fucked for years, after many well deserved oragasms each and one of the best shags I ever had, we fell asleep entangled in each other.
And that was 3 months ago, we've been pretty much inseparable since, every free moment I have I spend with her and vice versa. I refuse to put a label on it in spite of Emily's insistence that we commit to each other , she's being patient with me and not pushing too hard, but made me agree I am not to stray or else I won't be getting any more of 'this' she had said as she moved both her index fingers down her most fuckable body, and since I wanted ' that ' I agreed.
" Morning, babe. " I give her a passionate 'good morning' kiss that quickly leads to more as she moans into my mouth.
I gently roll her over so i'm on top and slowly descend down her body, kissing whatever I can before I reach my destination, and see she is already ready for me judging by how much she is glistening, I eagerly lick her folds and start to suck on her clit gently as she runs her hands through my hair, she shutters and cums in my mouth moments later and I lap it up like it's my favorite food. I move up her body, kissing her.
" I have to get going. " I say sheepishly moving to sit up, she grabs me back down on her, stopping me.
" No Naomi, we're not going to see each other until late tonight. Stay with me for a little longer, please." she begged, pouting and all.
" Ems, I've got a presentation tomorrow morning. I need to add the finishing touches." I try to inform.
" Bullshit Naomi , if I know you as well as I know I do, you've already did the finishing touches and then some." she snaps, angrily " Please just stay with me a little bit longer." she says a bit softer this time as she strokes my cheek.
" I really can't...sor-" I start, she puts her hands up seemingly angry again.
" Save it. " she says and I can tell she's frustrated and hurt " Nothing comes before work, right Naoms? " she lashes out.
" It's an importa-" she interrupts me again.
" Important client. Right Naomi, I get it. Apparently more important than your girlfriend." she spits, angrily. I suppose a bit fed up as well.
" Ems... " I try but once again interrupted by a bitter scoff.
" Oh right, I forgot I'm not even your girlfriend, nope god forbid you commit to anything other than your job... I'm just the girl you fuck when the mood swings, huh?" She say hurt and anger seeping through her voice. She's looking at me with raised eyebrows now as if expecting me to say something.
She giving me the chance to correct her, to tell her what she hopes for, that she's more than just a fuck buddy. That she means as much to me as I do to her, and just when I'm about to take that chance, my phone buzzes and on pure instinct alone I grab the phone instead of expressing my feelings towards Emily.
" Naomi Campbell speaking." I put my best professional voice on, the same one Emily fines rather sexy on any giving day except for right this moment apparently by the way she is expressing all kind of emotions from hurt , disappointment, frustration and anger. But by the way she is fuming I can tell which one won out.
" Go fuck yourself, Naomi. " she spits trying to be strong but her voices is breaking a bit. She storms out the bed right after stark naked picking up items of clothes on her way out.
" Hold on a minute, John." I say into the phone to my client putting my hand over the mouthpiece.
I go in to my living room to see Emily grabbing her purse off the coffee table walking towards the door.
" Don't do that. " I sign exasperated, this not being the first time we've had a riff about my commitment issues.
She out the front door in no time but not before giving me the finger one last time. I shake my head, promising myself I'll deal with it later and get back to my call.
" Hey, John sorry about that. Where were we" I continue my conversation.
The reason Emily and I won't be seeing each other was because I told her I had to work late tonight even though it isn't really work but a charity function party that my boss is throwing and he has invited the whole staff so I couldn't turn him down, but it worked out fine because Emily said she too wouldn't be available till later as she has to intend some family thing which she said she was going to ask me to attend as her date so I could meet her family. She's been trying to make me meet them for a while now even though I told her I wasn't ready. Never was I glader to have this event to get out of it. We said we'd meet up after I finished "working" and when she finish her family thing and that was the end of that. Though after the tiff we had this morning the odds are I won't be seeing her tonight unless I do some serious groveling.
So right now i'm putting on my dress up-work attire, a nice black pencil skirt, and white blouse, with a work jacket. Applying a little more makeup than usual hoping to make a good impression on some potential clients my boss said will be there tonight. I'm always ready for new clients.
I decided to sent a quick text to Emily checking on her after our little fight.
'Am I still seeing you later tonight?'
I send off. She responds immediately as if she was just waiting for me to text. I sigh.
'Depends.. Am I your girlfriend? '
' Emily...We'll talk tonight, okay? But what I can say with certainty is you looked really beautiful this morning. '
I decide to give her a compliment to get her off my back a bit. It seemed to work when she responds..
' You're a charming bastard, you know that? See you tonight, and we will talk. '
With that sorted I continue getting ready for the function. I'm out the door in no time jumping in my car and on my way. I arrive there at around 9pm which means right on time.
The function is being held at my bosses house which might I add is more like a palace and it really is a sight to take in. I pull up and step out of my car handing my keys to the guys parking cars.
As I enter the house I do my rounds and introduce myself to a couple of potential clients. About a half an hour later and I see my boss approaching me with a woman who I assume to be his wife.
" Naomi! So glad you could make it! " he grins shaking my hand firmly.
" Wouldn't miss it, boss. I love a good cause. " I state smiling my best smile.
" I'd like you to meet my wife... Jenna, this is Naomi, my right hand man. " he says to his wife grinning proudly.
" It's very nice to meet you Naomi. " Jenna responds kindly shaking my head gently.
" And you, Jenna. And may I say you look lovely in that dress. " I compliment trying to be as charming as possible which is a big part of my job.
Jenna blushes. " Why thank you, Naomi. That's very sweet of you to say. "
" Of course " I nod with smile.
Rob seems to look behind me for a moment and then his smiles widens.
" I'd like you to meet someone else. " Rob says as he gestures for the person behind me to come forward as I reach for a glass of white wine from one of the caterers and take a sip. " Naomi, this is my daughter and pride and joy, Emily. "
I turn around to meet her. My eyes go wide and so does hers as I see who it is. I spit out the contents in my mouth out of pure surprise and horror.
'Holy fucking shit, I've been shagging my bosses daughter'