Skins isnt mine, I'm not making any money with that. rated M. Have fun.
All right, Katie, calm the fuck down. It's not a date, or even a meeting with a friend. Your mates sister is going to give you German lessons. That's it. No less no more. Why the fuck am I standing in front of my wardrobe with nothing I'd like to wear, then? God, this is awful.
It's 11.30am and my head fucking hurts. I don't think I've been home for more than six hours. Three of which I've spend standing in my towel and glaring at my clothes. I didn't go to college today, there was no way I'd be on time or you know, sober enough to sit through it.
It was a nice night yesterday. Naomi didn't come back like she said, but Effy and Karen kept pouring me drinks. It was fun. Aside from Cook's never faltering attempts to fuck me. He doesn't seem to have a problem with my age.
Someone's knocking on my door. I cant believe it. It's way too soon for this. "Yeah?" I groan and my dad walks in with a huge smile. This man is always smiling. I have this theory that he's lost his mind at some point and trying to keep it together his face stayed as creepy.
"Good morning luv. Didn't think you'd be home, when did you stumble in?" With his creepy smile and wide eyes one would think he is really mad at me, but he is not. That's his 'down with the kids' face.
Embarrassing.
"About 4.30 or something. Dad, I've got nothing to wear! I really need more pocket money." It's the truth, really. And it's not like he cant afford to dress me properly. He's some kind of business genius. Opened a chain of gyms, diners, owns a few different companies.
"Ah, I see. That's why you're walking in your towel sweetheart?" Smart arse. But I've got no time to argue with him at the moment, we have more important stuff to talk about. "Dad, I need German lessons or I'll fail."
Now I've got his attention. His usually very frozen smile looks even more frozen now. A bit of a psychopaths look is on his face. I cant change it, can I?
"But last year" "Was last year. I really need it dad. Effy's sister is going to teach me. Haven't set a price yet but I'll tell you when I get back." He's looking thoughtfully at me. I guess I did spring it on him rather sudden.
"Luv, are you sure you don't need new clothes? No need for such a lie." Unbelievable.
I feel my jaw slowly drop because apparently my own father thinks I'm a liar. Me. He sees his mistake and tries to back paddle but I'm in my clothes and out of the door in five seconds flat. Pulling my headphones over my head and my hood up I run down the stairs, need to get out of here.
On my way out I see my older brother at the kitchen table, he's fast asleep so I walk over and steal his toast and fags. I wonder when he got back from university? Didn't it just start? James starts to stir, I really need to move if I want to be out of the door by the time dad gets downstairs.
Emily looks at me suspicious but runs over to give me ten pounds anyway, little cheeky cow. She got it out of the groceries store money we keep in the kitchen for the moment when something needs to be bought and dad's not home.
I give her a one armed hug while I try to jump into my shoes and throw my bag over my shoulder. My big sister is coming through the door as I go to open it and she rolls her eyes. "Never quite the WAG you try to be, huh." With a grin she pulls her hairbrush out of her bag and into mine, then I'm flying outside.
I walk over to my scooter and climb on it, light my fag, start my baby and drive off just as my dad pulls the door open and yells for me to stay.
He'll be devastated when I get home. I'll get money for Naomi and enough to buy a new wardrobe. Poor bastard, never knows he's being played with old tricks by all his kids. He is too good for this world.
Ah well. Off to Naomi.
Standing in front of her building makes me nervous. I really don't know what she expects me to do. I didn't bring anything, not even a freaking pen. Shit. She'll think I don't care about it.
And I'm way too early. She said to be at her place after college but I didn't go. I think I'll just call her.
After the third ring she finally picks up her phone.
"What?" Shit, she's mad. And she sounds well sexy. Oh no, I bet she sounds sexy because I fucking woke her. "Whoever you are, I don't care, but I hope you've made a will because I'm going to kill you."
Uh oh. Say something you stupid cow. "Hey it's Katie." Great, now she's groaning. "I know you said to meet you after college buuuuut I didn't go."
"Way to work on your A-Levels." She mutters and I roll my eyes at her sarcasm. "You going to let me in or what?" Now I hear rustling of sheets. Yeah, she was defiantly in bed. Looking up I see her blonde head in a window on the second floor.
She waves and I wave back with a big smile. It is wiped off my face when I realize that she isn't waving. Oh, she's gesturing that I'm going to die. "Fuck Katie. A bit of a warning for the next time, yeah?." And the line is dead.
I park my scooter and make my way over to the door. I think she's going to explode if I push the little button with her name on it so I wait until she lets me in. I'm her biggest nightmare as it is, don't wanna make it worse.
I don't have to wait long and am walking up her stairs two at a time. I am pretty excited to see her if I'm being honest. Really enjoyed seeing her yesterday and we were having fun at the beginning even though I still don't know what's happened that got her all worked up. If she's going to let herself lose up a bit today?
Arriving on her floor I look to my right and there is an open door, so I walk over and knock. She's yelling for me to come in from somewhere in the flat. Her voice sounds hoarse and unbelievably tired. I feel bad for waking her.
It's a small flat, very welcoming and comfortable. There are dark paintings on the walls, and the sitting room has an old wooden couch table that looks like it's handmade. It's positioned between two beat up sofas and a chair. I see a few different guitars on the wall and a drum kit in a corner. When I turn around I'm surprised to see an open staircase and just have to look up.
She got so much cooler in one second.
She lives in a fucking loft flat.
The walls are real brick walls and the 'bedroom' upstairs doesn't have a wall. It's amazing. To my right is the 'kitchen' and to my left a door to the bathroom I suppose. A balcony is behind the comfortable looking sofas and I make my way over to sit on one because it looks so welcoming.
As I sit down my butt feels like it's falling through the sofa, and I cant hide the happy smile exploding on face when Naomi finally emerges from the bathroom. She looks roughed up. She's wearing huge comfy trousers, a tight vest and no shoes or socks. Her hair is pulled back and she's only got mascara on her lashes.
She looks really good. Better than ever. When I realize what I'm doing, staring at her unbelievable grey eyes, I see her grinning. Oh my god. She caught me checking her out or worse, looking dreamingly in her eyes.
"Awe, are you blushing?" She teases and takes my hand as she walks across the room to the kitchen, taking me with her and nudging me to one of the bar stools. "Want a coffee? I fucking need one because you don't have anything better to do than College work on a day you're bunking off. No one told you the real reason for staying away from College?" When she cranes her neck, standing on her tippy toes to reach something I see a love bite on her long neck and sudden fear washes over me.
"Your girlfriend still asleep?" I ask and look around, searching for things to defend myself with. That Lana girl's really loathing my existence, and I'm not being funny. The way she looked at me yesterday still makes me shudder.
Never had anyone look at me with that much hatred before. It should be forbidden.
Naomi shakes her head and I see a flash of sadness wash over her beautiful face before it's gone and I start thinking I've imagined it. But it's been there. The pain in her eyes has hit me like a punch in the face. Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it, or think about it, but something did happen.
"Nope. Went home." She starts the fancy coffee machine and grabs her fags, sitting her nice butt directly in front of me on the counter. Her legs are dangling on either side of my thighs and my head is on the same level as her chest. "And you Katie, why are you here at this ungodly hour?" I look away, because her questioning eyes are really too much for me. Or are they? She looking down into my eyes with so much questions it almost hurts but I think it's bad that they are not too much for me. I'd gladly let her eyes explore my mind or body, that's worrying me.
When I look back up into her face her expression changes again. I can only hope she doesn't recognize the reason for my early arrival in my eyes, but who am I trying to kid here? She doesn't care enough to see that I couldn't wait to see her again. Maybe she thinks I've completely lost it, or that I turned into a dweeb. Who knows.
"Had a fight with my dad." "Tell me in German." I roll my eyes because this is my problem. I cant say it in anything other than English or bitchish. I haven't thought it would be this embarrassing though, I usually don't care about what people think of me.
Sitting here and having this wonderful gorgeous woman wait for me to say something makes me sad. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to say something in correct German and she'll fee horrible thinking it's her fault, that she's a shitty teacher. My fingers are fidgeting and my leg is bouncing against the counter, I always do that when I'm nervous or uncomfortable.
A warm hand is laying on top of mine and my blood is set on fire. Her soft hand is softy squeezing my stock-still hand and my eyes rise up to meet hers. I've never felt like this before. My mouth went all dry, my hands turned cold and sweaty and it feels like I cant breath. I hear the pounding in my ear and I have really, really no idea what came over me but I lean up on my elbows and press my lips to hers. She tastes like cherry lip balm, tooth paste and cigarettes, happens to be my favourite taste from now on.
Slowly, very slowly she tilts her head and I move forward to catch her lips again. When I do I nip on her bottom lip, tugging on it until she parts her lips with a gasp. Her hand goes to my neck and she's stroking my skin with hesitating fingers.
I can feel that she isn't sure if she should really do this. If I want her to continue I need to act before she gets the chance to move away. Without thinking about it I jump off the bar stool and wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her into me and settling between her legs as my kisses turn from shy and hesitating to longing and passionate.
She moans, and I think I fucking died hearing this sound when I tangled my other hand in her hair and pulled her down to me. Her hand is getting brave, she reached for my scrunchy and pulled it out of my hair before grabbing a fist full and tugging me into her. Her free arm is sneaking around my back and up to my shoulders, playing with the hem of my jumper while she wrapped her legs around my waist, trapping me. I never want to be set free again. Always staying here, trapped in her limps sounds like a fucking good plan to me.
Her mouth moves away and I try to chase it but she wont let me, she chuckles, laying butterfly kisses across my jaw and cheeks up to my nose which she pecks. Smiling sweetly at me and looking like a fucking hot goddess with her hooded eyes.
When her smile falters and her grip on me loosens I freeze. Reality of what just happened hit me like a fucking cold bucket of water.
Oh my god.
I did not just kiss her. Or, made out with her more likely. This was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. She is a phenomenal kisser and if you could see her right now you'd understand why this could turn into the worst moment of my life.
An hour ago I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to kiss her, to love her, to have her. It wouldn't have mattered, it'd have been just a hopeless crush. Everyone had mooned over someone they couldn't ever have, right?
But having my memories full of her lips, teeth, fingers, hands and legs while we kiss like the world doesn't exist and not being able to do that ever again, that's what could make my life hell. You don't really miss what you don't know. But it's like I finally found the oasis in the desert and realize after the first drop of water that I cant have it because it's slipping through my fingers.
Naomi is staring at me with so many questions and her eyes beg me to explain what I was doing. She needs me to tell her that it is okay. Is it?
"It's okay." What the hell happened to my voice? It's fucking shaking. I wont be able to convince her like that, wont be able to fucking convince myself. She's shaking her head and suddenly her body starts arguing. She's distancing herself from me and I can feel it seconds before she physically starts withdrawing.
She's still shaking her head as she fills two cups of coffee for us. "Milk or sugar?" I think my heart just broke a little, she didn't even turn around to look at me. She's acting like I fucking robbed her, beat her or something. "Uh, yeah. Just milk please." I reach for my fags in my bag and try to light one but my fingers are trembling, I cant fucking make this thing work. I hear a sigh and a second later Naomi's takes the lighter from my hand and tries it.
It works and she's lighting my cigarette without as much as a glance.
I fucked it up.
She's carrying the mugs and nods for me to follow her to the sitting area, taking a seat on one of the sofas. I follow with slow steps because the tension in this place is horrible. I don't think I should sit next to her, she'll probably freak so I stand like a total retarded cow near the sofas. Just standing.
I swear I've never been this awkward before. I'm the one teasing awkward people. I should stop doing that because I think if someone started teasing me now, I'd break out in tears. Fucking tension.
Her eyes snap to me and she bites her lip, the lip I was biting a few minutes ago, with a thoughtful expression. A sigh escapes her and she rolls her eyes before patting the spot beside her, inviting me to sit next to her. Thank fuck she decided to be an adult.
When I'm comfortable, with my back on the huge armrest she hands me the coffee with a raised brow. She looks like she's sizing me up. I avoid her stare, it's making me uneasy and sip on the tasty coffee.
"What's your favourite TV show?" I almost choke on the warm liquid. Haven't expected her to start asking random questions now. After a coughing fit, which amused her so much she started to laugh, I was able to respond.
"I don't know. I think I like 'One tree hill'." She's rolling her eyes. Bitch. "Anything that's still being produced?" Oh, let me think. It's hard to do that when you're being watched by magnificent grey eyes.
"Modern family? I don't know. Why?" She winks at me and reaches for her netbook on the table. She's tipping something and before I have a chance to ask her what she's doing she's walking over to her TV and plugs a HDMI cable into her netbook.
Okay, are we going to watch a TV show now? I don't have to wait long to get my answer because she's sitting beside me again and turning on the TV with a zapper. My face breaks out in a huge smile when I see the first sequence of 'One tree hills' first episode.
I can feel her watching me from the corner of her eyes and now I bite my lip. Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought. I'm busy trying to look at her without her noticing so I'm pretty surprised when I hear Lucas Scott talk in German. My head snaps to the TV and I groan.
She cant be serious.
Yup, everyone is talking German. "I don't understand a word they are saying!" She's ignoring my protest with a smirk. "I'm serious! Naomi, that's really fucked up." She raises a brow at me. "What? You thought we're having a nice, snugly DVD night? You're here to learn German." That shuts me right up.
Ten minutes in the show she starts to show mercy and pauses it. With her phone. This girl is using her phone as some kind of remote for her mini laptop. Weird. She pulls her long legs under herself and turns around to see my pouting face. I've never enjoyed seeing Peyton Saywer as less as today. A chuckle escapes her sweet mouth and I fight against the smile that's treating to show. I cant keep on pouting when she's being cute.
"Awe, come on Katie. Hör auf zu schmollen." Sadly she moved fast enough to the side, the pillow I threw a second ago didn't hit her. Before I can reach for the next pillow she's grabbed my hands and straddled me. I stretch out my legs for her to sit more comfortably on my thighs and look up at her.
My god this girl is fast. And she smells amazing. I hope her stupid girlfriend tells her how amazing she is, I hope she is appreciating what she's got.
"What did you just say?" I whisper, looking into her stormy eyes. She looks as cheeky as yesterday, when she walked over to me with her bottles, holding them like a price. She's biting her lip and suddenly my tummy feels like I'm on a swing boat. She's throwing my emotions completely over the board. In one second I'm angry, the next I'm nervous, then I'm swooning over her, then I'm horny.
That cant be normal. Or healthy.
"I said; stop pouting now. Hör auf means stop something. Hör auf zu schreien. Stop screaming." I nod my head, her eyes have captured me and I feel like I couldn't not listen to her right now. "Stop being sexy?" I ask with a grin and she chuckles, shaking her head with an adoring expression. "Hör auf sexy zu sein." She's raising her brow now, I think she's challenging me to repeat it.
"Hour ouf sexy su zein." Her eyes light up and she nods her head with a proud smile. Well, I don't think it sounded anything like what she said but when she's going to look at me like this every time I say something? I'm going to repeat whatever she want me to.
"Lets start with something easy. Komm her." "Sounds like come here!" I exclaim, excited that it sounds familiar and she laughs, delighted by something. I hope that something is me. "You're right. Just, the O is like in Polly. And not here but her. Try it." Her brows are raised as she waits for me to say it.
My hands are still gripped above my head and I move them a little to indicate that I'd like to have them free again. She lets go but doesn't move away from my thighs. I'm not complaining. Having a beautiful girl sitting on your thighs? Never a reason to complain. I let my hands rest on her hips while preparing for the next words.
"Komm here." I try to pull her down to me but she's shaking her head with a teasing smile. I guess I said it wrong. Her voice is soft when she's explaining my mistake. "It's supposed to be; Komm her. Her. Like in prePARE. Okay?" "What's beautiful girl mean?" "Hübsches Mädchen."
It takes me a while and she has to repeat it about fifteen times but then I feel like I can say it. I take a deep breath and put my most charming smile on my lips when I mutter the next words. "Komm her hübsches Mädchen." This time she doesn't fight when I pull her down and crash my lips to hers.
She could be still wasted, who knows when she's stopped drinking or when she went to sleep. She could be too tired to realize what's happening here, I really don't care what the reason behind her behaviour is, I simply need to enjoy it. The only thing I care about is her body on top of mine, pressing into me and feeling her lips kiss a path from my lips to my neck.
I nearly cum when she start sucking on my pulse point and I have to get her closer. When I open my legs she falls into me and I can wrap them around her. It was a quite forceful fall and she landed directly on my pussy with her hipbone. I couldn't stop the moan, or the automatically raise of my hips. I couldn't. It wasn't physically possible to stop my body from doing it. All my senses are filled with Naomi and I think my common sense fucked off on vacation.
Naomi's movements stop all together and I'm scared she's going to jump off and run away again but she just raises her head and looks into my eyes. God, her eyes hold so much meaning in them and the cute smirk is bringing me to break out in a huge smile. She's starting to stroke my now lose locks as her eyes move across my face. "I really think you should stop attacking me, Katiekins."
Her voice is as soft as her eyes and I let out a content sigh, running my hands up and down her back.
"Should I?" She's humming as an answer and moves around a little to lean between the sofa corner and my body. With gentle hands she turns me on my side, and lays behind me. Her left arm sneaks across my midsection and she rests her head on top of mine.
After we're comfortable she is reaching for her mobile, starting One tree hill again. This time I smile, seeing the English subtitles warms my heart. She tried my German, realized that I am nowhere ready to watch a show and didn't give up on me. She took a step back and is snuggling into my back now, watching my favourite show with me.
I don't think life could get any better, could it? Well, if she'd have kept kissing me, maybe I'd be that little happier but other than that I think I am wish less happy.