Disclaimer : I don't own Skins or anything I write about.
Pairing : Naomily.
Note : Sequel to Cupids Arrow.
Chapter Four - Passion
Emily walks into the room gingerly.
The
darkness is surrounding her eyes - she holds her hands out in front
of her to avoid crashing into something.
Naomi follows, and
cautiously holds onto Emily's hips trying to find her way into the
cupboard.
It's a tight squeeze; the room is long and thin - one
wall is covered with brooms, and a vacuum.
Emily pauses as
she hears a loud whurring noise.
'What the fuck?' she asks
nervously.
Naomi pushes past her carefully, and makes her way down
towards the noise.
She is stopped abruptly when her knees make
contact with the noise.
'Relax Em, it's a washing machine.' Naomi
laughs fondling the machine before turning around.
Walking
back upto the redhead, Naomi loses her control.
She wraps her
hands in her hair, and pulls the smaller girl into her.
Their lips
crash together, causing Emily to jump a little at the strength of
Naomi.
Naomi's hands are locked onto Emily's hips, pushing Emily
closer to her own.
Emily's hands are tight around Naomi's neck
increasing the intensity of the kiss.
Right on cue, Naomi
bends her knees slightly, and picks up the girl easily.
In
Naomi's arms, Emily leans down and matches her lips once more to
Naomi's.
Without much hassle Emily is thrown onto the washing
machine.
Naomi, creating a space for herself; stands inbetween the
smaller girl's legs.
The vibrations from the machine are
spurring Emily on.
She pulls Naomi by the necklace, and once again
is kissing her passionately.
Pulling back, she feels Naomi's hands
on the rim of her top, pulling it with one easy motion.
Naomi
drops the top behind her, and allows her hands to swam over the
redhead's body.
She removs Emily's bra with ease; making light
work of the clasp.
Her hands grasp the small mounds in front of
her, and rolled her nipples inbetween her thumb and her index
finger.
Emily throws her head back, and moaned at the
contact.
Naomi revels in hearing Emily call for her.
She loves
the fact that she was the only one allowed to make Emily feel like
that.
Emily, controlled by urgency and desire, takes the first
move, and unbuttons Naomi's trousers.
Sliding her hand down with
ease, she feels the moisture against Naomi's
underwear.
'Fuck...you're...so wet.' she said panting as Naomi was
still making her breathless.
Naomi's fingers and thumb are removed
and replaced with her mouth, her tongue making patterns all over
Emily's throbbing bud.
'Yeah.' Naomi replies muttering against
Emily's breast.
She manages to pull herself away, and looked
at the half naked girl before her, obviously, savouring the sight
before her.
'God, Em. You're so sexy.' she says lifting herself up
onto the washing machine.
Emily's hands manage to slide
Naomi's trousers off, and they too are thrown onto the ever growing
clothes pile on the floor.
Naomi pecks Emily's lips before sliding
down to her jawline, placing fairy kisses all the way across to her
ear.
She took a lobe in between her lips, and managed to sound one
light moan into the redheads ear.
Kissing down to her
clavicle, Naomi slides her tongue down between the gap in between her
breasts.
Working her way down Emily's body, she lifts Emily's
skirt upwards baring Emily's thighs.
Naomi finds herself in the
familiar position and that famous question.
Fingers or
tongue.
Peeling her lacy red underwear down, Naomi's greeted
by the sight of Emily's glistening area.
She lets out a small
smile before shortening the distance with her face.
Savouring the
taste she allowed herself a few short licks to keep Emily on the
edge.
Emily leans forward and takes a long look at
Naomi before nodding.
Her face is full of lust and wanting.
Naomi
follows her command, and slips one finger slowly inside.
With each
thrust, she pushes the finger in deeper and deeper until Emily's hips
begin to work with her.
Naomi takes her free hand and places
it on her underwear.
Feeling the damp material underneath her
fingers seems to spur her on.
She slips another finger inside
Emily and felt her clench around her own fingers.
Looking up, she
delighted in seeing the pleasure firmly etched on the redheads
face.
Emily stretches her arms back, leaning on the wall for
support.
Naomi guides her fingers deep inside, and moves them
around.
The blonde knows off by heart where her fingers need to be
in order for Emily to lose control.
She finds her G spot with
ease, and continues to thrust back and forth, hitting the same spot
everytime.
Naomi knows Emily isn't far from release.
'Ready
or not, here we come.' They hear from outside the door.
Naomi
dived forward covering Emily's mouth with her free hand.
That last
sudden movement seemed to be the charm.
As if by comical
coincidences, Emily releases, there and then.
That truely was seven minutes in heaven.
