I am so thankful for everyone that decided to read my story and reviewing it and added it to your alerts. You have no idea how much I almost didn't post it because i didn't know what kind of chances it had. haha but thank you. i'll try to update as often as i can. i really want to finish this story and i already sort of know how i want it to go and end. if you see any mistakes please tell me, i'm all for harsh criticism as well so don't hold back on me. this story is set back in the 1800's, or around that time i'm not sure and im sorry about this chapter i think its a bit long and hopefully it doesn't drag on, i hate that.. i love you naomily fans, we're the best fandom lol
Chapter two: Perplex
After the first day at work Emily hadn't realized how exhausted she was until she had finished dinner. She had a really atrocious cabbage soup made by her dear beloved mom.
"Did you make this from the dog's piss?" asked James as he plugged his nose, his comment made Katie snort from keeping her laughter in. The look in their mothers face was so comical and hilarious.
"ROB! Did you just not hear what your child said! Do something!" snapping out of the thought that Rob was having he looked straight at James with a death glare.
"OI! lad, check there's no foxes roaming by the hen coop, NOW!" with a grunt James left, mumbling something under his breath. Rob turned to Emily with a big smile and a wink.
"You know, today was really successful. Nobody suspected a thing! It was great Jenna; I really think we can pull this off. If Emily still wants to, that is." He nods to Emily for reassurance.
"Mhm, yeah dad. Thanks for dinner mom, can i please be excused, I'm tired?" Her mom said yes and continued her conversation with Rob and Katie.
The redhead walked up stairs, she had already warmed up a bath for herself, heating water up and dumping into the tub, then adding cold water to make it just right. She shut the door behind her, and took her cap off, massaging her scalp and letting her red locks flow. Emily is a very beautiful girl, although she didn't feel beautiful. She didn't know how mesmerizing she was, having a sister as Katie. They were twins, two different people with some same features. Her sister was voluptuous, Emily was more simpler, but had a soft, angelic beauty. Nothing is more close to perfection as that. She took her jumper off and then un-wrapped the bandage from her chest, feeling better afterwards. Then came off her trousers and boots. Slowly she dipped in; it was so nice to be wrapped around warmth. Her muscles felt a lot better, and as the soothing sensation tingled her body, her mind also starting thinking of the thing that made Emily tingle earlier that day. Her name is Naomi. Becoming completely ignorant of her actions, Emily's nails starting glazing up and down her thighs slowly, as she closed her eyes. Digging deeper and lower every time. The familiar warmth becoming more intense between her legs. What the hell am I doing?She asked herself, after realizing what she was doing to herself. Torturing herself with fantasies that could only be fantasies. One can dream, she continued soaking in the water not long before washing her body and cleaning her hair. She stepped out and put the pajamas she set out earlier. Ready for bed, and ready to dream.
The sun wasn't out yet as Emily was waking up. Her body feeling sore, as she stretched. She went down stairs to have a bite to eat and for some tea, before she got ready to leave. Emily got ready, wrapping the bandage around her chest and dressed up. She was actually always looking forward to work, being out of the house and away from Katie and her mum really brought peace to mind. She didn't have to pretend she liked boys as she talked to Katie about them, or she didn't have to pretend to be a perfect daughter around her mum. She was herself as she watered plants, washed the horses, cleaned windows, fixed squeaking hinges, and anything else. All those things distracted her from problems at home.
It's been weeks since she'd seen Naomi ever since she called her sweaty. The first couple days Emily had been worried about her, maybe she had imagined her, and even the thought of Naomi being a ghost came to her silly mind. However rumors run fast around the mansion with the employs, as it turns out the Campbell's were in France visiting a cousin. It relaxed Emily knowing she was going crazy by making Naomi up. Never the less Emily kept hoping to see her again, and soon. As a consequence, today was Emily's lucky day. As she was walking the dogs, all her hope escalated as a carriage approached the estate. To be as helpful as she could be, she made her way to the house entrance, to help carry the luggage. The carriage slowing down, coming to a stop right by Emily. The door opened to letKieran, the duke, out. After followed Gina, Kieran's wife, she reached for Emily's hand for support as stepped out and asked the maids to get a bath ready. Not before turning to Emily with a wink, and a thank you. Naomi's delicate hand reached out the door, Emily took it in her own, helping her out. She looked radiant in her dress but her face was covered by a large hat.
"How was your trip Miss Campbell?" Asked Emily. The question made Naomi turn to face Emily, looking shocked at the realization of who had helped her and who was holding her hand.
Naomi had thought the hand felt nice, and soft, but couldn't put a face to it. Now knowing that it was from the new groundskeeper, the boy who almost got bite by her horse, the boy who had red hair, the boy who had sneaked into her mind ever since she made eye contact. The innocent act as they hand felt different.
"Emilio... Thank you for asking. It was nice, i guess. Can you stop gawking at me and get my bags up to my room please." Naomi couldn't help her bitchiness from spilling. Her respond took Emily by surprise, but she did as she was told. She then realized that she was just here for work, not for Naomi. Emily had never been inside the house, so she followed Naomi. The house was big, all posh, with chandeliers hanging in every room. Huge paintings on the walls, there was even one of Naomi with her same bored look on her face. It made Emily giggle to herself seeing that even on a painting she had the same bitchy look. Naomi turned around half way up the stairs.
"Did you just giggle?" she asked.
"Yeah sorry. You just have the same look in all of your paintings." She hadn't realized what had said until it was too late; she looked up to Naomi to see her reaction. Naomi was looking around the room to her face in the paintings. Then she laughed, turning back around towards her room.
"Yeah, I haven't noticed. It makes me seem boring, with the same facial expression all the time." said Naomi with a sigh as they walked into her room.
"I don't find you boring." It was only a whisper, but Naomi heard Emily perfectly, making blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Her room was cliché, it looked like any other room in the house, although this room was filled with nice smell of daisies, and the wall across her bed was a giant window. Letting the sun shine in, giving the room of feeling of warmth and coziness, it was a nice cliché.
"You seem tired." Emily stated the obvious as Naomi lounged on her chaise while she set the bags down. Naomi was staring at Emily like she had that day in the stable. The blonde ran her index finger across her collar bone as it tuck out a bit she also licked her lips as well. Under Naomi's gaze, Emily felt hot and it wasn't because of the temperature in the room but it also made her a bit bold. She walked towards Naomi and kneed down to be eye to eye with her.
"Who's gawking now?" The red head said with a gentle smile, it was easy to playing around with Naomi, it felt like she knew her for years now and Naomi felt the same too, for some reason they seemed comfortably natural.
"Still you, silly boy." The warmth that grew in Emily's heart had vanished. She had forgotten about being a boy, she liked this girl, but the girl didn't know who she really was. The red head cleared her throat, regretting being so flirtatious.
"I have to walk the dogs." Emily remembered, as she got up to leave, but Naomi grabbed her hand before she could go.
"No, stay, please."
"But i have to fini-" she was going to say 'finish' but she was interrupted.
"I'll go with you then; I have to stretch my legs after sitting for hours."
"You don't have to Nai..."
"I want to, so don't start feeling special. Meet me outside with some lemonade, I'm going to change." Emily wasn't even out of the door when Naomi started undressing, she unzipped her dress but Emily looked away. She had better morals, so she closed the door behind her, and walked to the kitchen asking one of the maids for 2 glasses of lemonade.
The excitement of being alone with Naomi gave her the tingles. It wasn't long before Naomi was outside wearing a high skirt and a white blouse. The day was nice and sunny, although the winds was blowing a bit, making Naomi's blonde hair flow, and sometimes get in her face. Emily kept thinking about how the next time her hair got in her face she was going to push it away, but when the time came she got shy and decided not to. The girls casually talked about common things, Naomi's trip to France, the nice weather, hobbies, and favorite food. It was all innocent, until Emily's hand accidentally brushed against Naomi's. Naomi looked down at their hands just millimeters from contact. The feeling of their flesh touching again, was a strong sense of lust.
"How do you find the girls in town?" the question came from the blonde, which was still looking down. Is she asking if i fancy anyone?Thought Emily.
"I dunno, I'm not really looking. Things are really complicated at home so I can't really."
"I know what you mean. We actually went to France to meet a man. He wants my hand in marriage; I'm not ready for that kind of change." Naomi looked over to Emily, who was looking ahead, she seemed nonchalant to the confession Naomi just made. They walked in silence for a while, not noticing how far away they were from Naomi's home. The girls had walked so much that they were at the edge of the estate, which where a thick forest began. They sat down under a tree, not being able to bare the hot sunbeams.
"Then don't do it, don't get married." Emily finally said, they looked at each other. There was a nice breeze that caused some of Naomi's hair to get on her face. Without thinking Emily reached up to tuck it because her ear. Maybe it was the heat, or the long walk but they both felt light headed. Emily didn't break contact though, her finger then grazed along the girls jaw line, loving the softness and texture, stopping just below her lips. Her thumbs wanting to badly touch. Emily never felt this way about anyone, she was intrigued by her. Naomi felt the same, she liked the way they looked at each other, she liked the way her body reacted at her touch, and she liked the way she felt around this particular person but it also scared her.
Naomi started leaning in, slowly. Scared of what she was about to do, but her lips soon made contact with Emily's cheek. Emily was still the whole time. It was a quick gesture that caused her to close her eyes enjoying the butterflies in her stomach.