Chapter Two:
Emily was now fully dressed, or as 'un-dressed' as she was ever going to be. She loved the feeling of being bound, much like her love for Naomi. The red looked down, her tits were so close to her face. She had to smile, she knew the blonde would love this - saucy and seductive little Emily, not so little anymore.
'Music. Something romantic? Nah, she'd disapprove. Maybe some Young Guns with Crystal Clear, speaks volumes … she'll know.' A warm smirk graced Emily's lips, she was supposed to be the sentimental, emotional doll but that tall, leggy, blue-eyed creature captured Emily's heart with that uncertain sensitivity in her soul.
The fiery red looked up at the clock, 'Bollocks! Oh what a pile of shitwank, can't believe it's fucking three already.' Emily was still undecided on so many details in her plan. She wanted this night to be perfect, she wanted Naomi to get her messages of love so loud and clear. Right enough of the internal monologue, let's get to work!
Emily had thought out every small, normally insignificant aspect of this occasion, so she knew that her girlfriend would hate everything in a romantically clichéd sense. No lit candles, no love sap crap music and definitely NO SPRINKED ROSE PETALS. Simple. Except it wasn't when the red wanted to plan something so idealistic, but she wanted her girl to get what she wanted - what she really wanted.
She took a quick glance at the hands of time again, FUCK. Quarter past three already, she should be home any minute. Emily looked around, she successfully tidied Naomi's room. Well it was a room now, 'fuck me'. She had to take a moment. She'd worked non-stop for three hours to make sure everything was flawless. She laughed lightly and her thoughtfulness. The Garibaldi Queen was in for a double treat - a girl that would do anything for her, and she meant anything and her favourite food in the whole land; the dead fly biscuit.
A noise from downstairs took Emily from her revelry and made her jump. It was the door - shit the front door, which could only mean one thing. Her moment had arrived. She swiftly checked her appearance in the mirror, making sure she was the best she could be and lay on Naomi's bed - where she knew the deed would be done. Oh and again, and again and yeah maybe a few more times during the night filled hours.
This was the one thing she wanted to get right. First impressions. She wanted Naoms eyes to boggle out of her head, her heart to beat so fast she would feel like it would smash into a million pieces, but most of all her warmth down below to feel so full of moisture she could loose herself at any moment.
Emily positioned herself on the bed with so much seductiveness, she was almost as proud as the day she told Naomi she loved her. She propped herself onto her elbow and parted her legs so her girl could get a full view when she waltzed through that door.
Here she comes.
'Hey Ems, mum told me you were up … Fuck me - no seriously fuck me.'