Why hello again. So apparently having girlfriendless afternoons and evenings are terribly boring, However as a result of this boredom and all of your fantastic reviews, alerts and favourites i've blasted out another chapter to this not-sure-where-its-going story :D But seriously though it is mostly down to all your fabulous reviews, so give yourselves a pat on the back because you have pushed and shoved me to write another chapter! Lol
Some changes to note...actually not really changes they are just some facts to help you understand. Ive decided that Naomi is a police officer; thought that i could use some of my own experiences in that field rather than making her have a job i have no clue about, however the people i use in this aren't EXACTLY like the ones ive come across nor do i use names of people i have dealt with, they will be completely fictional but similar in a few aspects okay? Just dont want to get in trouble lol
So i said a few facts but apparently theres just one... lol its been a long day!
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I got no regret right now (I'm feeling this)
The air is so cold and low (I'm feeling this)
Let me go in her room (I'm feeling this)
{I love all the things you do / {I wanna take off her clothes (I'm feeling this)
Show me the way to bed (I'm feeling this)
Show me the way you move (I'm feeling this)
Fuck it, it's such a blur (I'm feeling this)
I love all the things you do (I'm feeling this)
- Blink182 - feeling this
"It's not fucking funny Jack!" Naomi hisses at her laughing colleague just within punching distance beside her.
Naomi watches him with a scowl trying to control his laughter. She let out a huff watching her breath disappear in the frosty temperature.
"Yes it is, that girl had you on the floor from a flick! No one has ever taken you down that easily!"
Naomi rolled her eyes wrapping her hi-visual jacket around her "Yeah well…..I'm just a bit distracted" she replies rubbing her bruised arm from the last arrest they just made, the girl wasn't any stronger than her, just somehow managed to get the upper hand because Naomi wasn't focussed.
"Noted" Jack replied, his laughter finally stopping as he focussed his attention back on the passing public in front of them. They were on patrol in Leister square; they were having to keep up a high police presence to prevent any offences from being committed in the area such as theft, drug dealings and fake food sales. Naomi found it ridiculous, there was no way that from them standing around in the freezing cold freezing their nipples off that they were going to stop any crimes from taking place, she didn't even think she could move if she saw one taking place right in front of her, she was frozen. That and her mind was constantly else where. Emily, fucking Emily.
Naomi can hardly remember anything from that night, but of course, the one thing she can remember is the amazing fuck she endured in the toilet of Emily's boyfriends flat. But not with her boyfriend of two years, oh no, with Emily herself, the beautiful amazing red head who has been on her mind constantly ever since. The GIRL that changed everything the moment she laid eyes on her.
Jack clears his throat from beside her, bringing Naomi out of her red coma. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"
She can't, doesn't even know what the fuck is going on herself. Plus she can't speak to him while he's in that powerful uniform, feels like she's being interrogated, she should be, she's been bad. She's betrayed the person she's meant to be in love with, the one person who's helped her through so much these past few years and been her rock.
"I'm fine" she deadpans, knows he knows not to push further. They've been working together for a year now; Jack was Naomi's first partner since she started a year ago. She's still a probationer, got another year left, but only about a month left until she can start single patrols, wishes she was qualified now. She hates the horrible feeling she has in her gut, had it ever since that night, since the moment her lips first touched Emily's. She still has no control, even two days later she still has no control over her emotions or her mind or daydreams. They all resolve around the red head; the way her hips swayed, the taste of her lips on her and the smell of her hair. The way her eyes were just full of lust and want, the way she made Naomi feel like the sexiest girl on the planet.
She feels a headache start; all these thoughts making it hard for her to focus on anything, or even sleep at night. Hates the confused and worried look on Cooks face when she's up pacing the flat at three in the morning. But she just can't lay with him when she knows she's betrayed him.
"So…..it's meant to snow tonight" Jack says, completely changing the subject, Naomi smiles chuckling slightly nudging him with his shoulder. She's thankful that he knows her so well.
Naomi goes to answer when she's interrupted
"Yankie Echo 025 this is control over"
She looks at Jack rolling her eyes "Yankie Echo 025 receiving over"
"We've got a reported assault outside the MacDonald's on the edge of Leister Square can you assist? Over"
They lock eyes, smirks covering faces, the adrenaline already pumping through their bodies. "On our way, over" Naomi finishes as they begin to jog away from the Odeon cinema towards MacDonalds. Naomi's thankful for the distraction and the fact that her body is finally warming up slightly from the jog they are having to do as they near the location and see are crowd of people forming out front.
She loves this part of her job. The authority and power, one of the reasons she joined. That and to help people, just like the poor girl clutching her bleeding nose outside the entrance to the fast food restaurant. Naomi glances at Jack who nods at her to attend to the girl while he goes to question the crowd to find out who the attacker is. It's a cover and contact manoeuvre that they use a lot, Naomi attends to the victim but keeps an eye on Jack at the same time in case he needs assistance. Prefers it when he does, she loves being able to show others that just because she is a girl does not mean she cant get them flat out on the ground, with a little help from her hand cuffs and cs spray.
Naomi's taking notes from the girl who's sobbing uncontrollably, she's trying not to roll her eyes at how dramatic the girl is being. Naomi's confused state of mind isn't helping her sympathetic side, but her mind is else where because she just saw a flash of red, from her own fucking pocket book, of course that had to be red, just like the blood pouring out the girls nose and the red hair of the girls friend standing beside her giving her a comforting squeeze on the arm.
Naomi's fucked, she thinks, if even blood is reminding her of Emily.
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Naomi's standing outside the door, raising her hands every now and then in an attempt to knock on the door, doesn't really know why she's hesitating. Probably because she's nervous about coming clean about her feelings and what happened the other night. She's still in her police uniform, didn't give herself a chance to get changed before she left the station and headed straight over here. Ignoring Jack questioning gaze.
She been ticking off reasons on the way as to why it's a bad idea to voice the torment that she's been going through. Because if she voices it to someone else then it really did happen and she cant pretend that it didn't.
Naomi hopes that Emily is going through the same trouble, curses her if she isn't. Prays that she is, doesn't want to think that she is looking into this far more than the red head. What if it was just a shag? What if she didn't feel the connection? Is she the same with JJ as she was before that night?
Fuck she needed answers and now. She knocks on the door, taking in a deep breath, arranging her uniform as if she's on duty but she merely needs a distraction. She hears the door open.
"Oh officer, are we back to do another strip search already?" The smirking form of Effy says from the doorway.
"Fuck off"
Effy moves from the door way motioning for Naomi to enter.
"You look like shit" Effy comments as she follows Naomi into the kitchen.
Naomi sits down placing her head in her hands, ringing her fingers through her blonde locks "Thanks for the vote of confidence Ef"
"Pleasure, now what do I owe this visit?"
"You say that as if I never visit"
"True…but I didn't see you at all this past weekend and that's unusual, did we have a nice cosy weekend with the boyfriend?" Effy teases.
Naomi winces at the suggestion, if fucking only she thinks. "Yeah it was nice" she says glancing at the clock behind her. 6 o clock, Cook would be home now wondering where she is.
Effy sits forward, the noise of the necklace she's wearing tapping the table bringing Naomi's attention back round to Effy. "What?" she asks, hating how accusing Effy's stare has become. It makes her feel uncomfortable, she's the police officer, she shouldn't feel intimidated.
"You looked away when you said that"
"So?" Naomi asked incredulously, her eyebrows raised. She tries not to sound bitchy.
Effy sits back squinting at Naomi as she tries to read her, gives up after a few minutes. Walks to the fridge and retrieves two beers plonking one in front of Naomi and opens the other for herself before sitting back down.
Naomi stares at the beer in front of her as if its gold, she doesn't want to look at Effy, the guilt is too much. She blurts it out anyway.
"I slept with someone else"
Effy's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling to the floor as Naomi scrunches her eyes shut when she hears Effy burst out laughing before it turns into a coughing fit.
Silence fills the room. She feels completely uncomfortable as she shuffles in her seat, her gaze falling anywhere but to the girl sat in front of her.
"With who? When?"
"At JJ's Friday night" Naomi almost whispers, tears stabbing at the back of her eyes as she fiddles with her jacket trying to control her breathing.
"oh Nai you didn't….you slept with JJ? But doesn't he have a girlfriend?"
Naomi's eyes shoot up at the suggestion as she lunges forward to Effy's worried expression, placing her hand over hers.
"I didn't sleep with JJ you twat!" she almost shouts, laughs as she watches the relief flood over the girls face.
Effy lets out a sharp breath "Then who the fuck did you sleep with?"
Naomi looks away again, knows she might as well say it, wishes Effy would get over the initial shock of thinking she had slept with JJ and realise there was only one person left.
"I slept with his girlfriend" She blurts out, thinks that if she crushes her eyes together anymore then they will become permanently moulded together.
The silence continues for a lot longer than Naomi anticipated, thought she might at least here a gasp or a burst of laughter, or even for Effy not to believe her. But there's nothing, she thinks that's worse. She opens one of her eyes, thinking that its best to see the disappointment with only one eye so that its hurts less. But when she finally opens her eye she has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. Effy is sat there with her eyebrows raised and her gob on the table in front of her, her eyes look dazed. Naomi clears her throat as she brings the beer to her mouth, acting as a shield. She see's Effy snap out of it, shaking her head violently, even slapping her face slightly.
They stare at each other for a few more minutes, Naomi knows that Effy is trying to see whether she is joking. She isn't, so Naomi keeps her gaze stern.
Effy looks away "Wow...thats...i mean i didnt expect that" she stutters. Naomi hates it, she knows that Effy has never been one for words, use to hardly speak any, but when she did they use to hit home. She knows it's worse that Effy is lost for words, means she's really been out of character.
"I know its awful, and i know i have no excuse, but it just kind of happened!" Naomi blurts out, her hands trying to emphasis everything that she is saying, knows they dont do her justice. She's usually good with fighting her corner, not anymore, not when she has no control.
"No" Effy says leaning forward this time and taking Naomi's hands in her own "I mean I'm not going to lie, i didnt expect you to say that, i thought i would have been the first one to do something like that not you" Naomi raises her eyebrows at this "I mean sleeping with a girl"
"Love the way you can try and make light of this disastrous situation Ef"
Naomi tries not to sound defeated; hates the way this constant worrying and guilt is making her exhausted. She doesnt know what to do.
"Well someone should" Effy pipes up, taking a swig of her beer before slamming it back down on the table. She stands from her chair mumbling something about needing something to help relax them before shuffling around the kitchen. Naomi ignores her vibrating phone, knows its Cook ringing to find out where she is. Effy turns back around with a happy look on her face, holding a spliff in her other hand. Naomi raises an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Ef you do realise that i am professionally obliged to arrest you right now? That's a class B drug!"
"Oh stop wanking on Naomi, you know more than i do that you need this!" she retorts, sitting back down in her seat bringing the spliff to her lips before bringing a lighter to the other end. Naomi watches as she lights it and instantly misses the days back in college when they use to sit on the green smoking and giggling for the rest of the day without a care in the world. She didnt have any boyfriends back then or boyfriends best mates with sexy girlfriends that just drove her crazy.
They walk out into the back garden, Naomi feels the cold instantly but Effy doesnt seem to even flinch despite her wearing the thinnest jumper Naomi has ever seen. They share the spliff in silence, Naomi knows that she hasnt got another drugs test for a few months so decides to take the risk. She needs something desperately to stop her mind from driving her crazy.
Its completely dark out by the time one of them talks.
"You seem stressed" Effy states, Naomi rolls her eyes. Well of corse she's fucking stressed "I don't understand what the big hoo harr is about Nai, so you fucked someone else and that someone else so happened to be a girl...so what? It happens"
"It doesnt just happen Ef, how can you be so blasé about it!"
Effy turns from where she is now sitting on the floor, Naomi knows shes done it to study her.
"Tell me more" Effy just plainly asks, Naomi knows what she means but just needs her to clarify encase she's wrong and tells her vulnerable things about herself that she need not.
"What do you mean?"
"How it happened, how you felt, stuff like that"
Naomi explains, she explains about the pull Emily seemed to have on her. How as soon as they locked eyes everything around them seemed to disappear. Like they were in some fucked up cliche romantic movie where they just belonged together. That all she can think about now is red, and emily and gorgeous thighs, lips, hair, eyes and so on. How she can't look at Cook without comparing him to her, how the guilt is ripping her to shreds because nothing would have changed had they not of gone to JJ's that night, had they not of had sex and fallen asleep tangled together naked. Effy nods the whole way through, Naomi's surprised that she hasnt got a note pad out taking notes so that she can come to a satisfied conclusion of the mental disease that she is suffering from. Naomi wants to tell her that it was just a shag; a mistake that she only made because she was fucked off her mind, but she can't say that because in reality she doesnt know. Doesnt know how she would react if she saw her again, whether that hold would still be there, waiting. Naomi lets out a long breath once she's finished glad that she has finally been able to let it all off her chest. She waits anxiously for Effy's diagnosis.
"What happened when you woke up in the morning?"
She didnt expect her to ask that. Naomi thinks back to when she awoke.
The first thing that Naomi realises is that her heads banging and that she's shaking. Shaking from the cold, but theres also something else because the shaking is slightly more violent then usual. She opens her eyes, closing them quickly when the room around her is spinning. She brings her hand up to her temple, massaging them slightly before attempting to open her eyes again. Thats when her eyes focus on brown. Those beautiful brown orbs that sucked her in last night that are sucking her in again this morning...or what she thinks is morning. Although this time they don't look so lust driven, they look worried and almost scared. Naomi brings her arms up slightly, leaning on her elbows as she lifts her body up; ignoring the banging protests from her head. Emily looks away as the red locks fall around her face; she looks smaller this morning, the confidence radiating off her the night before long gone. Naomi cringes.
"Just thought i should wake you before the boys get up" Emily says. Her voice is weak, no more than a whisper. Naomi nods not trusting her voice not to betray her weakness. She goes to stand when she realises that she's naked. Her skins is stuck to the freezing cold floor and a mere blanket is saving her from loosing all her dignity. She clutches the blanket to her chest; images from last night come flooding back into her mind. Emily bare centre just millimetres from her face as she plunges her tongue deep inside her, Emily moaning her name in a way that screamed pure pleasure. Naomi shakes her head trying to rid her mind of such thoughts; shes confused, doesnt know whether to believe the images. Turns her head to meet Emily's gaze, see's the guilt almost immediately to know its true.
"My...my clothes?" Naomi croaks, her heads banging so bad.
"They're just beside you in a pile" Emily responds, her voice thick with tiredness. She's crouched down beside Naomi, her knee brought to her chest for comfort. She looks so fucking small.
Silence fills the bathroom, Naomi's not sure what time it is, knows that its early because the sun is only just starting to shine through the bathroom window.
Naomi fiddles with her t-shirt from the night before, wonders whether Emily is waiting for her to say anything.
"You okay?" She knows its pathetic, its clear that the poor girl in front of her is torn up about what happened last night. But naomi cant help but feel her heart thumping in her chest, doesnt want Emily to say it was a mistake, doesnt know why it would hurt so much.
Emily doesnt answer, won't even make eye contact with her anymore. "I know this is probably going to sound ridiculous but do you mind?" Naomi says gesturing with her clothes that she needs to get dressed. Emily blushes slightly, which Naomi finds adorable, before nodding and leaving the bathroom for her to get dressed. Naomi hates hearing the door close behind her.
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Naomi leaves the bathroom after a few extra minutes of encouragement in front of the mirror. She's completely on edge, her head ache has taken a back seat, shes far to distracted to concentrate on the pain. Doesnt know how to act, what to say or what to do. The flat seems completely silent apart from a few snores coming from the lounge. She recognises them instantly, their Cooks. Thats when the guilt hits. Hits like a thousand bullets to the chest, she didnt think it would happen this quick. She walks into the living room and see's him. All scrunched up in the chair, his knees pushes right up against his chest, his face slapped against one of them causing his face to be squished slightly. He looks so innocent like a china doll on display, Naomi wishes that she wasnt the one to smash him, drop him so recklessly on the floor, even if it isnt now, she knows he will break eventually.
"Fuck" she silently curses before turning around heading back into the hallway before seeing Emily standing in the kitchen doorway with a similar look on her face. She looks so destroyed; Naomi wishes she wasnt the cause of such destruction. Wants so badly to reach out and stroke her cheek and give her some words of comfort, she doesnt know what to say. Knows that her eyes look completely helpless.
They lock eyes, messages being passed between them. Brown and blue begging desperately for answers to what happened last night, what it meant, if anything. Naomi knows there was an undeniable connection that had nothing do with the alcohol. But the desperate look in the brown eyes in front of her is too much, she doesnt know what to do or what to say. She's surprised though when Emily breaks the contact.
Theres nothing to say. It was a mistake.
She woke Cook up shortly after that. Kept the tears at bay until they got home and she could escape too the bathroom. His questions left unanswered.
"What does this mean then?"
"Thats a loaded question Ef, with answers i just don't have" Naomi answers.
Effy chuckles "Okay thats true, ill re-word it. How do YOU feel about it? And be honest you know i can tell if your lying"
Naomi takes a long swig from her beer, closing her eyes for a moment seeing Emily's broken eyes staring straight at her, seeing her for who she is and not the facade she puts up.
"I'm terrified, i feel like ive stepped over a line that i can't go back on. I've opened new doors that can't be closed, ive betrayed Cook and i just can't stop punishing myself for it"
"You made a mistake Nai"
"Yeah but i don't regret it; I'm glad it happened i just dont know why"
Effy is silent for a few moments.
"You fancy her"
Naomi sits up straight, her ears almost standing to attention. She's surprised by that statement, it's never registered in her mind. She doesn't like the idea, It means too much.
"I'm not gay" She simply says, is surprised when her voice doesn't hold as much venom then she intended it too. Doesn't want to fancy anyone else when her eyes should just be for Cook. Cook, her boyfriend, that's waiting idly for her at home. Fuck.
Ignores when her phone goes off again.
Effy scoffs "When were you one about labels?" takes a swig of her beer.
"I'm not"
"Then it doesn't matter"
"I cheated Ef!" Naomi almost shouts, shooting her hands forward for emphasis almost knocking her beer over.
Effy smirks "Does Cook know?"
Naomi falls into herself feeling ashamed "No" she whispers.
"I wouldn't worry; I bet he'd be ecstatic if you told him"
Naomi shakes her head "He's not like that anymore" She says wishing more than ever he was. She use to be so glad that he'd grown out of his immature ways, even the eye fucking had stopped. Hates herself for feeling so happy about it, hates herself for becoming what he no longer is. A dull throbbing is beginning to form in her chest, it makes her feel sick.
Effy can see the turmoil the girl in front of her is going through. She's tried to make light of the situation, knows that really, to her, its nothing to really get worried about. But this is Naomi, she knows she likes control, some form of path laid out in front of her, even if its only a few steps. This is big and feels pathetic about the only solution she can come up with "Lets go out"
Naomi looks up from her suddenly interesting beer "Ef it's a Monday night"
"Student night" Effy responds, using her eye brows to help support that the idea is brilliant, fuck if it's a school day, when did they ever stick to conventional nights out. She smiles at Naomi, watching her take a large gulp of her beer.
Naomi scoffs rolling her eyes "Fuck it, the damage is done. No point in mulling over it"
Effy raises her beer "lets drink to that sister" they tap beers before both chugging them down.
"Let's just not talk about it ye?" Naomi asks, her eyes
"Ok" Effy nods.
Naomi lets out a sigh, looking around for a new subject while spinning her beer around on the table "it's meant to snow later…."
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It didn't snow. Even at 2am outside the club while Naomi was having a smoke. The bitter cold biting at her skins, the dress Effy had given her to wear and the countless units of alcohol consumed did little to protect her. Naomi sways slightly in the wind, she tries to mask her unbalance by flicking her cigarette butt to the ground, she goes to stomp on it with her heels but the wind embarrassingly moves it away just before. She thinks of Cook, wonders how he's feeling. The phone call she made before getting ready to go out had been very brief. She was surprised when he didn't put up any fight about her going on, wondered if there was a football match on he wanted to see or a night out he already had planned. Hates the way that just after two days of being distant she doesn't know what her boyfriend is doing. Wishes he has put up more of a fight, that he wasn't making this distance business easy for her.
She wonders where Effy is, wonders if she's still dry humping the incredible hulk on the dancefloor. Turns making her way back into the club, the bass of the music hitting her skin before she's even got through the door. She smiles, wants to forget, will forget just for tonight.
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Naomi find Effy on her own, dancing to the music with her hands in the air, her hips sway in rhythm to the music. She looks so content, so sure of herself. Naomi can see the circle of men around her, their eyes hungry. Knows that whoever Effy chooses tonight should relish every moment they have with her, because it wont be long until she chucks them out. She only has one use of them. Naomi downs her drink, that shes sure is half vodka, and joins Effy on the dance floor.
They dance, accept drinks brought for them by strangers and tease the ever growing circle of men around them. Naomi likes the power, the control. she's feeling every emotion apart from anger, however knows that will change if the stupid DJ plays the Christmas songs hes been threatening all night.
She doesn't think of Cook, doesn't like the way her stomach flips and makes her feel ill when she does.
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They stumble over to the bar, clutching each other laughing at how drunk they both are. Effy orders 6 shots of tequila and lines up three in front of Naomi, the others in front of herself. She gives Naomi a challenging stare, Naomi's too gone to let down a challenge. She nods eyeing up her shots, spreading her legs as if preparing herself for the concept of loosing her balance. They begin. Naomi cringes as the tequila hits the back of her throat but gulps it down anyway, grabbing the next shot doing the same. By the last ones shes swallowing as much as she can to ensure the alcohol stays down. She was a second away from winning, she slams her fists on the bar in frustration, scrunching her eyes shut trying to ignore the wave of dizziness.
"Impressive" a voice says from beside her, it's got a horrible lisp, Naomi wants to make a snide comment but is cut short when a flash of red catches her eye. Her heart freezes in her chest.
"Katie" Effy nods as she stands coolly resting her weight on the bar.
"Effy" the girl Naomi now believes to be called Katie says. Naomi cant help but scan the girl with her eyes, shes the fucking spitting image of Emily, its an obvious conclusion to draw that its her twin if she wasn't so fucking drunk.
Naomi balances herself before reaching her hand out towards Katie "I'm Naomi" she says.
Katie just looks at her outstretched hand as if she's mad "Yeah alright, nice to meet you Naomi"
She retreats her outstretched hand. She looks at it confused before glancing up at Effy to see her smirking, rolling her eyes she turns her attention back to the bar in an attempt to get another drink, not that she needs one.
"Who you here with then Katie?" Effy asks still smirking at the blonde. Naomi knows what she's trying to get at, is surprised she hasn't thought of the possibility herself, shit.
Katie answer nonchalantly "Oh just some mates and Emily"
Naomi scrunches her eyes shut, her breathing stopping as her heart drops to her stomach. Of fucking course. She feels sick, her stomach churning at the thought of being confronted by Emily and everyone finding out that she's a cheater, a betrayer. Her vision is blurred as she spins around forgetting about the drink she's waiting for, startling Katie who looks at her like shes just grown two heads and mumbles something about needing the toilet. Effy's still wearing that amused expression on her face.
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Naomi stumbles into the toilets, ignoring the weird looks she gets from a couple of girls who are re-applying another layer of make up. She walks straight into a toilet cubical and slams the door shut, she closes the toilet lip and sits down. Resting her head in her hands. She needs to go, knows that she's out of control, knows that once again she won't be able to control her actions, knows the consequences aren't worth paying for, has already betrayed Cook enough. She thinks of him at home, wrapped up in bed with the cute worried expression on his face that only she ever sees. Feels her heart ache.
She's got to leave, is going to leave.
She stands are quickly, her hand rushing to her forehead while the other helps to steady her on the cubical wall; she waits for the dizzy spell to pass before nodding her head, agreeing with herself that this is a good idea.
The cubical door slams against the frame; she walks out adjusting her far too short dress making sure its covering her properly. She hears someone clear their throat in front of her; she looks up scowling ready to give whoever it is the best evil she's worked on in ages when her eyes see red. Her eyes scan the girl's frame, her hearts thumping in her chest as she audibly gulps. The frame of the girl is different to the one standing at the bar earlier, its thinner wearing a figure hugging black dress and has less make up on, she looks, beautiful.
"Naomi" the shocked voice of Emily whispers. Naomi looks into her eyes; see's that they are slightly droopy and bloodshot, just like they were that night. She's hammered, they both are.
There's no control, Naomi thinks as she walks up to Emily and crushes their lips together. That holds still there, the one that just seems to crash them together, as if they are magnets.
Naomi doesn't question it nor does she think of Cook, not when Emily's kissing fiercely back, not when Emily is then backing her into the cubicle she just came front, not when she slams Emily back against the closed cubicle door or when she's hoisting Emily's dress up to her waist, pushing her knickers aside and plunging her fingers deep inside her wet core. She doesn't think when she feels Emily's nails scraping down back, digging into her flesh, or when Emily's moaning her names placing wet kisses along her neck and jaw line begging her to go harder and faster.
Naomi winces when she feels the bog roll holder stab into her back, she looks up to see Emily's outstretched arms that just pushed her back, she's shocked, worried that Emily is wanting her to stop but when her eyes register the look on Emily's face its shows her that she wants her to do anything but stop. Her eyes are screaming hunger. Naomi licks her lips, there already missing the warm sensation of the red heads. Emily stands there, her arms spread out either side of her, resting on the cubicle walls, her weight is only on one of her legs making her body tilt slightly to the side. Naomi watches in ore at the sexy creature in front of her, her core is throbbing. Emily stands up straight once she knows she has the blonde's full attention. She takes a step forward bringing bother hands around her back, her eyes never leaving Naomi's as her arms pull something down, to which Naomi later realises to be a zip. She smirks at the blonde before allowing her dress to fall to the floor, Naomi's surprised that her legs don't give way there and then as she takes in the red heads matching black set.
"You're so fucking sexy" Naomi purrs still routed to the spot, Emily's eyes gleam at her words.
"Show me how fucking sexy" Emily's husky voice dares her.
Naomi can hear her mind screaming at her to escape, to push Emily aside and run from the toilet back home to the arms of her boyfriend, where she's meant to be. But her heart, her heart is telling her that this isn't wrong, that she just belongs here with Emily. She just wishes it wasn't a club toilet, that Naomi is actually surprised is well kept for Bristol, but that's what makes it all the more exciting, the fact that they could get caught.
She fucks her hard, watches the sweat dripping from Emily's neck as her hair goes an even darker shade of red as it sticks, see's the way Emily's eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels her pussy clamp around her fingers.
"Fuck" Emily says breathlessly as her breathing slows and her eyes focus back on Naomi. She can see the glint of worry back in them then, the same worry that Naomi saw the morning after they first shagged. But she can also see surprise, maybe this whole situation is affecting her the same way, Naomi hopes it is.
Emily smiles at her, her sexy demeanour returning as she pushes Naomi back until she falls onto the toilet, Emily falls to her knee's, her hands slowly, painfully, moving their way up Naomi's legs until they reach high on her thighs. The red head grips her knickers pulling them down past her knees until she has them in her hands. Emily throws her knickers over her back, and begins kissing her way up where her hands have just gone, Naomi tilts her head back, bringing her chest forward, feeling Emily's hands hoisting her dress up, mentally thanking Effy's choice, glad she didn't wear the jeans she had opted for. The sensation of the red heads lips making their way round to her inner thigh is driving her crazy, she can already image the feeling of her lips where she wants them, has the memory of Friday night still fresh in her mind.
"Emily, please…..just….fuck me" Naomi moans, as her hands go through the red locks of the girl inches away from her centre.
Emily gives Naomi what she wants, she strokes the blonds wet folds with her tongue. Feels Naomi buck her hips. "Fuck you taste so good" she says into Naomi's pussy, the vibrations of Emily's voice sending wonderful sensations through her.
Emily enters two fingers, ignoring the sounds of people entering the toilet, she knows their all hammered, their slurring their words and giggling over nothing, she isn't even worried that it could be Katie with her mates, doesn't care if her twin was to find her with her head between Naomi's legs. She has no control around the blond, she just wants her, might even need her. Its like she's a rechargeable battery, she needs to be charged every so often and Naomi is the charger.
She hears Naomi moan; her fingers gripping the back of her head a little too hard but the pain turns her on even more. She scratches down the sides of Naomi's inner thigh, hearing her hiss slightly. It's almost as if she needs this too live, like a vampire needs blood, it's scary but exciting.
Naomi arches her back as Emily licks her in time to her pumping fingers; Emily snakes her free hand up the blonds torso, further up to a point where she is caressing the girls clothed tit. She wishes more than anything that she had taken the time to remove or simple lower Naomi's dress so that she could feel them, the perfect perky tits that she remembers putting in her mouth, sucking and licking just two nights ago. Ignores the guilt that fills her; there's no time for that right now, not when she has this gorgeous blond quivering at her every touch.
"Jesus...uh I'm so close" Naomi almost growls as she locks one of her hands around the bog roll holder; her knuckles turning white, she feels like if she lets go she'll take off.
She cums hard, harder then she has ever before. It takes her longer to recover and when she does she sits more upright suddenly feeling vulnerable having Emily sat between her legs, her alcohol inspired confidence seems to spill from her suddenly. She thinks it's done the same for Emily too, her eyes are shinning with the same slight glint of worry she saw earlier. She doesn't know what to do or say; she simply leans forward placing a soft kiss on the red heads forehead, Emily closes her eyes at the contact taking in a deep breath. "Dont think just feel" Naomi whispers just loud enough for her to hear.
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Naomi finally walks out of the bathroom half an hour later than when she went in. She tries not to walk with a bounce in her step or a massive smile on her face, knows the happy feeling is only momentary before she realises that she has to go home, back to her innocent boyfriend who has done nothing but love her and care for her. She doesn't see Effy leaning against the wall near the toilets, doesn't realise that she watched the both of them enter the toilet and not come out, doesn't realise that she knows what just happened in the toilet.
"You're having an affair" Effy says cooly, laughing slightly when Naomi jumps out of her skin, clutching her chest trying to catch her breath.
Naomi regains her composure "That's impossible"
"Why?"
"Because neither me nor Emily are married!"
"Just a slight technicality; and sometimes you and Cook act like a married couple so it counts"
The mention of Cook bursts Naomi's happy bubble. Shit, not only has she cheated on him, but now, she's done it more than once. She feels like utter crap. Effy see's Naomi's sudden change in demeanour and suggests they leave.
Naomi doesn't see Emily again. Hopes that she doesn't see her again, even though her eyes involuntarily search for her.
"Yup definitely an affair" Effy mumbles as they leave.
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Naomi showers before she gets into bed with Cook, doesn't want him to even suspect her infidelity. She lays on the bed with her back to him, cringes when she feels him roll over and wrap his arm around her waist, kissing her shoulder and muttering that he hopes she had a good night.
A single tear falls down her cheek when all she can think about is red.