Title: Fast Car
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: M
Notes: I'm American, not from the UK but I've been looking some stuff up. I know you guys have got these fast food places but I don't know how many you have. Anyway I hope you enjoy this. Thank you to the reviewers. :) Motorway station services=rest area apparently?
Chapter III
"So...Naomi Fitch or Emily Campbell?" Emily asks, scrolling through her phone looking at Brighton hot spots as Naomi eases the car onto the exit towards downtown.
"Would be nice not to be named after a supermodel," Naomi rolls her eyes and half smiles. "...But I kind of like the way my name sounds with yours," she admits.
"Emily Campbell," Emily tries out the way the name sounds curving around her lips, rolling off her tongue. They have the windows open and the world blurs past them: the breeze tickles their skin with a soft warmth, not too hot. Emily leans her head back against the seat and watches out the window as Naomi covers Emily's hand with her own. Emily looks over and squeezes her hand a little bit.
"Small or big wedding?"
"Small," Emily says after chewing on her lip in thought.
"Agreed."
"Oh, pull in here, I want an egg and cheese biscuit."
"You're going to turn into cheese," Naomi tells her, quickly pulling into the drive-thru of the fast food joint. "This food's disgusting. We really ought to eat a proper meal."
"We will. After my biscuit."
Naomi leans over and tickles her.
Hand in hand they walk through The Lanes, old-timey-looking buildings lined down a narrow street filled with cafes, bookstores, and a lot of art galleries. It's pretty much heaven, Emily thinks. They see other gay couples and relax into the environment of knowing they're accepted.
They pass a few clothing stores as they turn their heads left and right slowly taking in the place, Emily with her camera out and taking pictures of everything.
Naomi wants to go to the aquarium after: its neon-coloured lights in the picture on Emily's phone piqued her attention instantly. Brighton in its entirety is a great place for Emily to get some good pictures. Naomi wants to ride up in a helicopter on a tour of Brighton, go sailing down the coast.
But before they do any of this, they need to eat. And one of the small cafes seems like the perfect place to find a good breakfast.
"Oh look another cafe," Naomi pretend mocks. "Tonight I'm taking you out to dinner at a restaurant."
Emily swings their hands between them. "Sounds awesome!"
"It's fucking packed," Naomi complains as they walk in to discover the line flowing practically to the door, loud chatter engulfing the room.
"Christ," Emily swears, backing out with her hand in Naomi's. She feels the negative energy sticking to her skin like sweat from the annoyance of many people. "Let's try another one."
They gently nudge their way past people, trying to avoid bumping into anyone as the line begins to build behind them.
"There's some kind of event going on here," Naomi mumbles. "Like a band playing."
Emily shakes her head. "Too crowded."
Another art gallery fades into view and then...Choccywoccydoodah? Emily says the word out loud and Naomi's already shaking her head. "Come on," Naomi tugs on Emily's arm and pulls her into the chocolate shop. Emily beams. A black painted store, its red walls practically pouring out of the shop, welcome them inside.
In awe Emily looks around at the walls lined with cakes, lolly-pops, truffles, and chocolate bars. A chocolate coloured chair sits in front of several columns of chocolate flowers. Emily snaps a picture.
They visit a museum and a few local tourist attractions: the Brighton Dome, a free arts venue featuring music attractions; a place they laugh at called Devil's Dyke where Emily nearly gets sick from an overload of chocolate on the bus around winding valleys of beautiful green land; a medieval castle where Emily does get sick and throws up in the grass, after which she feels better and her blood sugar soon enough returns to normal; the Anne of Cleves House, Queen Anne who acquired the house but never actually set foot on the property.
The aquarium is lovely. The flickering array of colors on the wall creates a beautiful, relaxing atmosphere as they come across different types of fish, crabs, and turtles swimming underneath gently flowing water. Emily turns back and smiles at Naomi at one of the turtles that turns to look at them and Emily asks one of the tourists to capture a picture of them. With a lot of editing, it's a wonderful picture of the two of them, Naomi with her back slightly turned towards Emily as she looks over at her as Emily slumps into the crook of Naomi's neck and they smile next to the turtle. It's a silly but artistic picture. As Emily examines it later, she sees the love in Naomi's eyes as she looks down at her. She runs her finger across the picture as if touching Naomi's shoulder and smiles, remembering. The shark exhibit is incredible. They watch them dive through the water above their heads as they stand underneath a dome shaped glass wall. Cosmic, atmospheric music seems to take them underwater.
Afterwards, they spend time in the car kissing and caressing each other before Naomi pulls away. "What's next?"
Emily smiles devilishly and leans in to kiss Naomi on the neck. "Anything."
"Em, careful. I don't want to look like a prostitute."
There's a small red mark on Naomi's neck now. Emily runs her finger over it and says, "Why would people see us together and think you're a prostitute?"
"Dunno," she responds. And smirks. "Just don't."
Emily chuckles and shoves the girl gently, teasing her. "Look at what you did before you act like a tit." And Emily points towards her breast and Naomi's shoulders shake as she laughs. "Cover yourself up, Emily." A group of men pass by the car, going towards the aquarium. "We're gonna get kicked out of here. We better go."
"Let's go," Emily tells her, sitting in the passenger's seat and adjusting her shirt.
Naomi drives and Emily buckles up and smirks to herself. Happiness pulses within her, and her stomach flutters like it always does with Naomi.
"Portsmouth, here we come," Naomi says.
"Oh. There's a water park there, let's go there first."
"First, I'm taking you to eat. We'll have to save the park for tomorrow."
"Fine." Emily takes out her phone, shows Naomi a picture. "There's a band playing tonight at the Music Hall. It says it's a historic theatre from 1878."
"Hm. Impressive. Em? Type in 'restaurants in Portsmouth near the Music Hall' and I'll take you there."
"How much money do we have left anyway?" Emily says before telling Siri to pull up restaurants for her.
"I have a little over 200 pounds."
"I have 180 pounds."
They blew a lot of their money in Brighton, focusing on the adrenaline and not so much their expenses. If they're careful, they won't have to sleep in motorway stations or off the side of the road.
The question dawns on Emily then.
How long will they be going for?
A lot more, she tells the voice.
There's so much to see.
Emily has to go to the bathroom really bad by the time they're on the outskirts of Portsmouth so Naomi pulls off onto an exit and they end up finding a little "motel" near a McDonald's and a KFC and decide to stay there. "Meet me in our room," Naomi tells her and grins, taking the key card.
"I'll come find you," Emily grins, going into the bathroom. Although it's only two flights up, she needs to go right now.
Oh, the fun of road trips.
She's considered some seriously questionable spots to pee.
"I need to pee now," Emily told Naomi.
"Why don't we just have a bowl in here, Christ's sake?" Naomi says and they laugh which makes Emily's bladder hurt.
Emily goes up to the third floor after she washes her hands, opening the door with her shirt. When she walks down the hall, she sees that Naomi has lain down on the bed.
"Do you feel okay?" Emily asks her instantly, letting the door click behind her and locking the latch.
"A little weak right now, but I will," Naomi says.
Emily lies down on the bed next to her silently.
Naomi is breathing carefully.
"Sleep?" Emily asks.
Naomi brushes Emily's hair out of her face. "I just need a minute," she murmurs.
Naomi falls asleep five minutes later.
Emily sleeps with her for an hour before getting up.
Naomi is still asleep, breathing evenly.
Emily opens the curtains and looks out to see their view. It's nothing like Brighton; she's staring at the back of a building with just the smallest bit of the deep purple sunset peaking through the cracks. She has to pull out her phone to see that it's clouded over and it may rain in the next hour.
Emily pulls out a book and reads, Naomi's favorite: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë.
She opens up to a random page and comes upon a quote.
"I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience."
She flips to another page but spaces out, not processing any of the words.
She just thinks over this quote silently and stares off into space for maybe a half hour when she hears the covers shuffling and Naomi's figure moving in the corner of her eye. She hears a yawn and looks over and sees Naomi, smiles at her. Naomi is silent for a moment as if collecting herself, her whereabouts, and then: "Come over here."
Emily obliges, pulls her body off the chair, and walks over to the bed, straddling Naomi's lap. "Hi."
Naomi runs her hand up Emily's back, underneath her shirt, feeling the smooth skin there. "Hello." She leans in and presses their lips together.
"I was reading your book," Emily murmurs.
"Hm?"
"Jane Eyre. I was trying to read some, it's good. I see what you see in it."
"You have to read the whole thing to see," Naomi tells her pointedly.
Emily looks up, nods with a small, slightly sad smile before kissing Naomi gently. Naomi runs her fingers through Emily's dark brown hair, looking at the fading red. She lets her eyes slip closed and lets the world fade away as she dissolves into Emily's kiss. Her lips are soft and warm; Naomi trails her kisses down Emily's neck before landing at her collarbone and gently running her tongue along the area before placing a kiss there. She kisses that spot that joins between Emily's neck and her shoulder and lets her teeth graze upon the skin as she kisses her. Emily moans. "Nae," she gets out. "I love you," Naomi says. "I love you too," Emily breathes. Naomi signals for Emily to raise her arms so that Naomi can pull the shirt up and over her head, letting it fall onto the floor. She sets her hands on Emily's breasts through the cotton and palms her breasts gently, reaching one hand behind her to unclasp her bra, which exposes Emily's nude flesh. Naomi takes a nipple into her mouth and Emily gasps, her hand reaching down to push Naomi's head further against her. Emily tugs until she's got Naomi's shirt and bra off and they press their chests together, their lips finding each other again, clashing together. Their hands are everywhere, massaging smooth skin and pulling at the remaining pieces of clothing. They are completely naked and their clothes are forgotten on the floor and Emily grinds her hips against Naomi and they both moan, trying to stifle the noise with the joining of their mouths.
Emily runs her tongue along Naomi's top lip and Emily continues to grind her hips, the two beginning to form a rhythm together which is something like rough and near desperate. Emily moves her hand down beneath her and rubs her hand between Naomi's thighs. She inserts one finger and looks to see Naomi's face. Naomi throws her head back and breathes shakily, reaching for Emily's most sensitive spot and rubbing her thumb against her. Emily rolls and thrashes her hips against her hand, groaning. Despite being in a hotel in a room near other people's rooms this is different than being at home in Effy's apartment where Effy can hear them from the living room. They don't know any of those people in those other rooms, will never see them again. They simply seem to fade from existence.
Naomi's back hits the mattress and Emily falls on top of her, hovering over Naomi and continuing her ministrations and grinding. They reach a peak and Naomi covers Emily's mouth with her hand when Emily moans loudly, her orgasm hitting her blindsided. Naomi follows close behind and finishes with Emily, their bodies going rigid as waves of pleasure wash through them. As their moans die out, Emily lets her body gently drop onto Naomi's, lying her head down near Naomi's breast and listening to her heart pound. She raises her head and kisses her, shifting some of her weight off of her.
And they sleep. They sleep for maybe a half hour before Emily jerks and wakes Naomi up with her.
She remembers her dream like it had happened in real life. The voice sounded so real, so vivid. "We've been everywhere, Emily. We've seen the whole world together."
"Not all of it," Emily had said. "Not yet."
Emily wakes up sobbing, and Naomi's eyes shoot open and she holds her close to her and shushes her. "It's only a dream, love. Shhh, shh."
Emily's shoulders shake and hot tears spill onto Naomi's chest. Emily tries to steady her breathing but falters, her pulse thumping away in her wrist. Panic seizes her and she sits up, more like jerks up, and grasps Naomi's hand like a lifeline. "Emily, breathe. Look at me." Emily looks into her eyes and Naomi speaks calmly, firmly. "Control your breathing. Slow it down."
Emily does as she says, gasping and taking a slow, shaky breath. "Keep going. Four seconds in, hold seven, eight seconds out. You're hyperventilating. You're okay. You're in this room with me. You're lying on the bed. You just woke up from a dream."
After a few minutes of slow, controlled breathing, Emily is breathing steadily, wiping her tears. "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," Naomi says. "I used to get panic attacks."
"I've never been that scared, like that."
Naomi thinks to ask her what her dream was about, but decides against it, not sure she wants to hear it.
Besides, it was just a dream. Whatever was so horrible that sent Emily into a panic attack, Naomi doesn't need to know.
Because maybe a part of her already knows.