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I've been staring in my closet for over an hour, trying to figure out what I'm going to bring down to Southampton. It's Thursday night and I had planned to have everything packed and ready and in my car, so the moment I got off work I could start the drive down, but I haven't put even one shred of clothing away. I think maybe I should start with two, no… three, sets of knickers and bras. I know how much Katie likes to colour-coordinate hers, so I search through my own to find three sets: royal blue, purple, and black. I decide to wear black tomorrow, and then I'll have the purple and blue ones for Saturday and Sunday.
I'm not sure why I'm spending so much time on packing clothes. I need to go into this weekend expecting nothing but being able to spend time with the elder Fitch twin. It's not like I think she likes me, at least not in a romantic way. She's straight. She's my ex-girlfriend's twin sister. There are just so many reasons why I shouldn't be day-dreaming about her perfect tits in my mind while I'm at work, thinking about how she tastes, imagining her body writhing under mine.
Get a fucking grip, Campbell!
I shake my head and run my hands through my hair as I start to grab a pair of jeans, a skirt, some leggings, a few tops that go with both outfits, and finally my Converse. I go into the bathroom next and grab a little bag and start putting my toiletries into it, even though I know that won't be properly packed until after I use them tomorrow morning. All set, I think.
My day at work goes by quickly, and I'm thankful as fuck for that. I had checked out after the first ten minutes, staring into space with nothing but burgundy-purple and chocolate brown filling my vision.
Even the drive goes by quickly, and I find myself outside the familiar house at around half ten in the evening. I had just turned off the engine when the door opened to reveal Katie in all her resplendently dressed glory. I grab my bag from the boot and start to trudge up to the door, tossing the rucksack on the ground after clearing the threshold. The twin's arms were around my neck only moments after the door had been closed and locked behind her. "Christ, Katie, it hasn't been that long!" I find myself muttering into her sweet smelling mane.
She pulls back and slaps my arm laughing, "Fuck off, bitch," she says with a hint of amusement behind it. I smile at her then, because I can remember hearing those same words, coming from those same lips, uttered in a much more hateful tone. Oh, how the times have changed. "Are you hungry? I have some pasta if you want some before bed. I do plan on making this an early night though, because I want you to be well refreshed for tomorrow, babes."
My brows furrow, I can't help the questioning look I shoot at Katie. "Are we running a marathon or something?" I question, laughing as I say it.
The twin smiles and shakes her head. "Nope. So food, then bed?"
I nod; it's all I can really do since she's obviously not planning on letting me in on the details for tomorrow.
After the delicious meal I hesitate after grabbing my bag from where I left it in the entryway. Do I assume I'm staying in Katie's room, or take the spare? This is the first time I've stayed over where we've both been sober, and so my mind is running with questions and possibilities. My azure pools look from one door to the other then back again. With Katie finishing up in the kitchen I can't even ask her. I don't want to assume and I don't want to make the wrong choice. "I'm going to step out for a smoke," I shout out as I drop the bag and fish out a single cigarette and a lighter and step out into the cool air.
The cigarette wasn't long enough. I needed more nicotine and tobacco to calm my nerves. Nerves that I shouldn't even be having. My legs push me up to stand and I open the door, closing it behind me. It's then that I realize my bag isn't sat where I left it and I look around for a moment, not like it could have walked off or anything. My gaze then lifts and I notice that the spare room door remains closed and Katie's room is wide open. I glance to see that the kitchen light is off, as is Katie's room, but the bathroom light is on and the door is closed.
Slowly I move down the hall and I stop to glance in Katie's bedroom. I suppose that answers my question as I see my bag sat on the floor near the foot of the bed. The lights are quickly turned on and I move to get out the small bag with my personal effects in it. I stand in the middle of the room, somewhat awkwardly and decide to grab my… shit… I didn't pack anything to sleep in. Fuck. I'm in the midst of cursing myself out when I hear the bathroom door squeak open, then I turn to see Katie standing in the doorway in nothing but an oversized shirt and cute (and very small) shorts on. I'm staring, I know I am. "I forgot pyjamas," I blurt out unceremoniously.
"You just wanted an excuse to wear my clothes," she jokes quickly back at me. It eases the tension minutely, but my shoulders are still rather tight, and my lower back as well. She moves to pick out a large shirt and some shorts and tosses them in my direction. I catch them, somehow, seeing as my eyes were glued to her ass when she was bent over.
"Thanks," I mumble and turn on my heel to take residence in the recently unoccupied bathroom. "Get a fucking hold of yourself, fucks sake," I whisper to my reflection in the mirror. I go about my nightly ritual of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my shoulder length peroxide blond hair. I slip out of my work clothes and into the borrowed pyjamas. It feels refreshing, and until I walk back into Katie's room, I'm feeling a lot more relaxed.
She's already in bed with the duvet covering most of her body, "Turn the light off, will you?" she commands teasingly. I laugh and flick the switch and move through the dark room, managing to trip over some clothes on the floor, nearly falling on top of the twin. I gather myself quickly and hop in and pull the covers up. I turn to lie on my stomach and my head turns away from Katie as I do so.
I'm lying awake. I can't sleep. I'm fairly certain that Katie is asleep. Her breathing is deep and even, but the one thing that concerns me is how close she is to me, and the fact that I haven't heard the light snore that she sometimes has. I can feel her body heat next to me. Fuck, I want to turn toward her. But no, I can't, I won't.
Her hand comes over and her fingertips start to move along my back. I keep my breathing even. It's such a light touch, moving across my shoulders, then down my spine. I'm struggling to stay unmoving. I hear her breath hitch as she gets to my lower back and she stops there, right before the curve of my ass. My body nearly spasms, but I cover the movement by turning my head toward the twin and readjusting, keeping my eyes closed and my breathing even. I can now feel her heated breath against my lips. She's so close. Christ. This was not a good move for me to make. Her eyes are open, I can tell because I can feel her gaze moving along my face as if it was a physical touch burning its way along my skin. Her hand moves then after I've laid there still except for the subtle rise and fall of my body with every breath I take in. It moves back up along the muscles of my back, pressing in softly, as if she's attempting to give me the world's softest massage while I'm asleep. Her fingers trip over the strap of my bra, and I wish I had taken it off before coming to bed. I hear a sigh from the girl beside me, and then I feel the bed move as she turns away from me. I take a chance, opening my lids slightly to see that she's now facing away from me. I take a deep breath of my own and finally I let myself start to slip off into slumber.
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The first thing I realize when I start to return to the world of the living is the fact that there is a rather warm body pressed against the front of me. I'm laid on my side, my arm softly draped around the smaller form's middle. The sweet scent is invading my nostrils, and I realize then that it's Katie's burgundy tresses. I can feel them pressed against my lips. Somehow I shifted in my sleep to wrap around her. What confuses me, then, is that she's still actually in bed. She's always up before me. Always. I extend my senses then as I listen to her breathing, the soft snore is quietly audible. It's adorable, endearing even. I don't want to leave this spot. I don't know how long it will last, but my bladder is yelling at me to get up and relieve myself. I unwillingly pull my body backwards, sliding the duvet back down around her. Katie shifts slightly backward, as if she was unconsciously trying to find my body and it wasn't there. I watch her for a few more moments before I remember why I got up in the first place.
When I get back from the loo I see that the twin has turned over and her face is in the pillow I recently vacated. I decide then that getting back into bed with her is simply not going to work. Sure I could climb over her to lie on the other side, but… I don't want to wake her. She looks so peaceful, so angelic. I'm not sure I've ever thought of Katie Fucking Fitch as angelic, but right now, with her hair splayed across the pillow and the sun shining in through the blinds to light up her beautiful face… she is just that… angelic.
I walk out then, out to the kitchen to flick on the kettle. My legs wander me over to the fridge and I open it. I know I'm not much of a cook, but I know I can cook eggs. I pull out a few and set them on the counter top before I go in search of a few other items.
I'm just finishing up the egg and cheese sandwiches (on wheat bread… which was all I could find) when I hear a scoff from the kitchen door. I look up to see Katie smirking at me. I can feel a load of stuttering about to come out of my mouth as I try to find a reason why I've made her breakfast. She doesn't let me, just walks up and puts a hand on my hip, to use for balance, I suppose, and she leans up to place a soft kiss on my cheek. "Smells lovely, babes," she comments and starts to pour the hot water into the two mugs I've set out for tea. I feel myself blush and I fight against it as I finish putting the sandwiches on plates.
Breakfast is mostly silent as we tuck into the food I've prepared. She actually complimented me on it. Of course I shrugged it off. I'm no top chef, but eggs… eggs I can do.
"So, what's the plan?" I say before taking a sip of the tea. I didn't even see her put honey into it, but I can taste the sweetness of it. Since when does she use honey in her tea… and since when do I like tea any way except for plain? I take another sip. It's a nice change, but I think I still prefer my tea as is with no added ingredients.
"Naomi," she pauses, "I'm still not going to tell you…but… mind if I drive us there?"
My eyebrows shoot up. I've never seen Katie drive, and I start to feel that it will be my demise no matter my response. Either I die in a car crash, or I die because Katie attacks me. I think I'll take my chance in the passenger seat if those are my only two options. "Sure," I say with a confidence that I'm not really feeling at the moment.
She claps her hands together, which, I have to admit, reminds me a bit of Panda and how excited she would get. I laugh and she follows my lead.
I shower after the dishes are cleaned and put away, slipping into the royal blue underclothes set. I don't contemplate for long before I slip on a slightly see-through white collared blouse and a black skirt. The shirt is fairly revealing, not only because you could faintly see the blue bra through it, but also because it dips so low that my cleavage was slightly on display. The skirt is tight around my waist and follows the curves of my hips and then loosens around my thighs, but it only goes down to around mid-thigh. I realize this outfit is something that I should be wearing heels with, but I didn't bring any, and Katie's instructions implied that we'd be walking a fair distance. I slip on my Cons on with some ankle socks. It does look a bit odd, but I'm comfortable, and isn't that what Katie requested.
When I exit the bathroom I see Katie (who had showered before me) standing there, leaning against the wall. Her eyes move down my body ending up staring at my shoes. "I didn't bring anything else," I try to explain.
She shakes her hand to stop any further excuses I may come up with, "No, I can work with that… come here," she states in a determined tone as she turns back into her room. Before I can even get in the room she's throwing me more instructions, "Take your top off."
I gulp and stare at her for a minute, I'm sure I've misheard. "W… what?" I question.
"Your top…" she motions to the white shirt, "… take it off. I'm going to fix it so your outfit goes together with your shoes."
I nod dumbly and pull the shirt off over my head and when I look back at Katie, I notice she has scissors in her hand and her eyes are locked on my tits. My mouth opens to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't manage anything. We stand there for a full minute before I thrust my shirt toward her, which seems to get her to look away from my chest. She acts as if she wasn't just perving on me, as if it was something she does all the time. I watch as she turns the shirt inside out and starts to cut off the short sleeves, turning it into a collared tank of sorts. I'm skeptical, I have to admit, but she turns it right-side-out and I slip it over my head.
"See, it looks a bit less girly now, more hardcore with the sleeves cut… makes you be able to wear your Converse," she explains as if it makes perfect sense. She stops for a minute, "You do realize you can see through your shirt right?" she mentions.
I look at myself in the mirror. She's fucking spot on. That's why she's Katie Fucking Fitch. She can turn any disaster outfit into a winner. My head turns at the question and I shrug, "You don't like it?" I answer her question with one of my own.
I see her blush. I made Katie blush! She quickly regains her composure, "Yeah, it's nice, I just… I didn't expect it, yeah?"
"I suppose you've rubbed me off a bit…" I realize the mistake in my wording and quickly try to correct it, "… rubbed off on me." Christ. Katie's got her hand covering her mouth already and I can tell she's holding back a roar of a laugh. "Fuck off…" I mumble as I turn to pick up my purse.
She can't hold it in any longer… I know this because I actually jump when she starts to cackle. "Wishful thinking, babes?" she manages in-between deep breaths of oxygen and continued laughter. It's now my turn to blush and I can feel the heat moving up my neck and over my pale cheeks.
After she calms down for the third time… after starting back into a fit of giggles twice when I would stare blankly at her… she held her hand out for my keys and I reach into my purse and hand them to her. She clips her house keys to the ring and we exit her house.
My eyes perv up and down her body as she walks in front of me to my car. Her skirt is actually longer than mine is, reaching just above the knee, but her shirt is showing off much more of her skin, it's kind of like a tube top, but with thin straps… I think they're called spaghetti strap tank tops or something like that. She's wearing flats, which is a strange to see in and of itself. She must have been serious when she was telling me we'd be walking quite a bit. Come to think of it, I think the shortest pair of heels I saw her in was at Gobblers end… and still, those had to be at least 3" high. I have no idea how she traversed the terrain without breaking an ankle.
I belt myself in and hold on for dear life. She's not a bad driver, actually, and I start to relax. I'm still not sure where we're going. I'm sure I would have figured it out if I would have been paying attention to the signs instead of the fact that I could feel electricity moving through my body where are arms were almost, but not quite, touching on the center console.
It wasn't until Katie pulled into the parking lot that I actually paid attention to our surroundings. Families were walking from their cars, complete with a few bratty kids each. I looked up to the sign to read, 'New Forrest Wildlife Park'. My cerulean gaze flicked over to the twin. Why did she bring me here? She turns off the engine after parking and she hops out, I follow along.
"Um, Katie…?" I start as we're walking toward the entrance. She hands me the keys to put in my purse after locking the doors of my car. Her cocoa orbs look up at me and I nearly trip over the kerb, "… is there a reason…" I motion to the entrance.
I watch her smiling face fall slightly, "Well, you're into nature and stuff, I… I thought you'd like it." I swear, I never want to see this look on Katie's face ever again.
I stop, grasping onto her hand (I was aiming for her forearm, but missed… yeah…) to turn her toward me. "It's lovely, I… I… I just know you're not really into it is all." Smooth, Campbell, very smooth.
"It's important to you." She states this as if that answers all the questions I could possibly ask, but in actuality, it just brings more into my already confused mind. I nod then go to drop her hand, not realizing that she had started to grip onto my own. As my hand loosens, hers tightens. I can't help but look down at our hands and she shifts hers so that our fingers are intertwined. I don't say anything, I can't really, and so I just nod my head and start to walk to the booth. Katie pulls out two tenners to pay and I try to stop her. She glares at me. That's all it takes and I back away.
After we're inside we start to walk around, our hands still softly connected; swinging vaguely back and forth with each step we take. We walked by the foxes and badgers first. Katie is the one in charge of the map, and she won't even let me take a look at it. "Are we going to somewhere in particular?" I ask, enjoying seeing the animals and the beautiful way that the park was set up. Her head shakes in response. She won't let go of my hand, even as she's trying to hold the map up with her one free hand and our interlocked ones on the other side.
We stopped to look at the Muntjac deer. They are so cute, black and red in colour. After watching them for a while we moved on to the wolves. They were beautiful, and I almost wished I could have one. Okay, so I know that's not really something I should wish for, but they're so fluffy! We walked by the wild boar's, neither of us seem to have any real interest in the beasts. We came up on the Lynx exhibit and we stopped to watch them in action. I wanted to mention something about their fur being used to make coats, to take a jab at Katie and her fascination for them, but it was just too lovely of a day for that.
The next stop was at the deer meadow. It was so beautiful to see all the different types of deer grazing in the meadow. Our hands are still linked as we both look over the field of green. I could tell there were three different types of deer, but I didn't know enough to be able to name them. I was surprised when Katie pointed out a small group of light red deer with a black dorcel stripe and faint white spots, "Those are red deer," then she pointed to another group with white spotted, chestnut brown coats, "and those are Sika's," then to the remaining colour group that had white legs that slowly faded up to tan, and then finally to their black backs, "and Fallow Deer." I look at her with an incredulous look in my eyes. She blushes, "I did a bit of studying before we came," she admits. I chuckle lightly.
I'm still surprised. Why would Katie go to all that trouble to learn the different kind of deer they have here. I'm turning this over in my mind, letting it marinate as we walk to the Owlery. Now, if she can name all the different breeds in this place, I will seriously be impressed. Just off hand I count at least ten different breeds, and there were probably more than that. "No bitch, I couldn't remember all the different owls. There's fucking fifteen different ones. You can't seriously believe I could have remembered them all!" she exclaims. We both start to laugh again. We glance over, but continue walking by the Pine Marten and the Scottish Wildcat. "There's a frog pool, but I have absolutely no interest in those things," she informs me as we start to walk back toward the entrance.
We take a short break to relieve our bladders and we come out, wash our hands and I find her hand slipping into mine as we walk out. It feels comfortable, more than comfortable, actually. As we take the exit I automatically start to walk toward the car, but I find myself being pulled in the other direction, toward the Woodland Bakehouse. "Lunch?" she asks.
"Sure," I respond automatically, as if I really have a choice. I am feeling rather famished after walking around all afternoon. I'm glad now that I had made breakfast this morning, or I know I would have never made it.
The meal was nice, more of a light, late lunch, really, but lovely just the same. We talk about the animals, and of course I go into a rant about animal rights. Katie teases me as I take a bite of my chicken sandwich that I'm eating an animal as I'm talking about it, and that I'm 'being a bit of a hypocrite, yeah?' I laugh. She really is enjoyable to be around when she's not being a Class A Bitch.
I had to slip the waitress the payment for the meal before Katie got her hands on it, because I didn't want her to try to pay for me again. She did give me a look for it though, and I just smiled sweetly at her.
"Home?" I ask as we finish the meal. I realize my blunder, yet again, but she doesn't correct me this time, nor does she laugh. The only thing she gives me is a perfect fucking smile. I feel a shiver slide down my spine. Quickly I get up just as she does. We get to the door and I open it for her. She smiles at me in thanks and the moment I'm walking beside her, she finds my hand again. The more she does it, the more use to it I get. It should feel awkward, it doesn't. I should feel wrong for wanting to feel her hand in mine, I don't.
We're back to hers in no time at all, though that might be because I was now concentrating on the weight of her hand in mine over the middle console. Her thumb randomly would slide down my own and back up as we continue our conversation. I'm having a hard time keeping up with what we're even talking about, because the touch is sending molten lava through my veins.
"Did you have a good time?" she asks with a smile on her face when we walk inside her house.
"Yeah, I did… did you?" I grin over to her as I follow her to her bedroom. Katie nods at me, looking over her shoulder at me as she does so before walking into the room. I recognize then that I'm following her. She probably wants to change or something, so I stop in the hallway. I turn back toward the living room, then her bedroom, then the living room again. I'm doing circles in the fucking hallway. Christ. My right hand comes up to pinch the bridge of my nose for a moment before I walk toward the living area and plop down on the far side of leather couch. I never really noticed before, but Katie has this beautiful black leather couch and then she's got four leopard-print pillows on it. I'm not sure how I never noticed it before, but now I'm laughing.
"What's so funny?" she inquires as she sits down next to me, grabbing the remote. I feel a little self conscious now that we're back home and alone. Sure, it was easy to keep control of myself in front of the thousands of eyes at the Wildlife Park, but now, I don't have that keeping me from touching her.
Why is she sitting so close to me? I picked the edge of the couch for a reason… so she could have her space at the other end of it. Even if she sat in the middle, she still wouldn't be as close as she is now. I put my right arm over the back of the couch, behind her. She flips on the telly and finds a sappy romantic comedy that I've never seen (even though Emily and Katie must share the same love for romantic flicks, because, shitting hell, I've seen my fair share), and it doesn't even look familiar. As I'm sat there trying to figure out if I know the film, Katie slides down and twists her body so that her head is lying on my lap. I have a perfect aerial view of her tits and I have to force myself to look away. Her head is facing the television and didn't see my evident perving, which is a good thing. Maybe three minutes later she reaches up to grab my hand from the back of the couch and she sets it on her stomach, covering it with her own and sliding her fingers through mine. I think my heart melts a little. Even now that we're alone, she's still showing little signs of…
Of what, Campbell? She's your friend, she cares, she loves you AS A FRIEND. I need to get that through my thick peroxide skull. Friends. We're friends. Friends. I try to repeat this mantra, but I'm being distracted.
I'm painfully aware of each breath she takes in as her ribcage expands and deflates under my hand. I can feel her laughter, I can feel when her breath hitches at a particularly emotional part, and I can even feel her growl in anger when something doesn't go how she wanted it to. In honesty, I can't tell you anything that went on during the film. I can't tell you who the stars were that were in it (not that I'd be able to anyway), I can't tell you the preface of the storyline, and I can't even tell you how it ended. My eyes were blankly staring forward while my sense of touch was taking over my body.
I feel her heated cheek pressing along my thigh when she turns her body to face the telly. She relinquishes her hold on my hand, but it's still draped softly over her. Unless I start to hallucinate, I swear she turned her head to place a kiss on the top of my thigh. I don't want to say anything. I don't want to ruin whatever it is that we've got going on.
And I thought Emily was the one who would break me. I know now that it's Katie, who has weaseled her way into my heart, that could utterly fucking shatter me. Shitification, as JJ would say.
It isn't long until we're both yawning, barely able to keep our eyes on the second film that started right after the first. I feel Katie move before I actually see it. She's standing up and I'm following. Her finger presses the off button on the telly. It's not even late, but I guess with the sun (and I can already feel a burn coming on… sodding sun) and all the walking, it took a lot out of the both of us.
We move into the bathroom together to brush our teeth and wash our faces for bed. Katie actually moves toward the toilet, and that's when I step out and close the door behind me. I'm not sure she did it on purpose, I just think she's that fucking exhausted that her mind wasn't thinking properly. I hear the flush and I move back in to finish with my face washing. The twin walks out and I take this time alone to use the facilities on my own. I move into the bedroom and the light is already out. I strip down to my knickers and bra and slide in. I really can't be arsed to find the pyjamas I borrowed last night.
The moment I lay on my back, Katie is turned toward me, scooting closer until she's slipped under my arm, her head on my shoulder, breathing her heated breath across my cleavage, and her arm drapes lazily across my stomach. Sleep comes quickly this time.
"Naomi," I hear the murmur of a voice and then a yawn.
"Yes?"
"I'm giving you a massage tomorrow, you're back's stiff," I think for a minute how on earth she knows about the tight muscles in my back and shoulders. It hits me then, when she was touching me last night, her soft fingertips moving along my back, she could feel in even then. I decide to play stupid.
"How do you know that, Katie?" I ask softly, my lips pressing softly against her hair.
"I felt it in your back, last night," she replies sleepily. Another yawn comes from the burgundy haired girl and she snuggles in tighter… as if that was even possible.
"Okay… good night, Katie." I manage to say before a yawn comes over me.
"G'night Naoms."
Oh fuck… now she's using the nickname. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She is sickeningly adorable when she's sleepy and talking though. I have to admit that. I'm sad that tomorrow's Sunday, because that means I'll be going back to Bristol, back home, back to work and reality. I've been in my little Katie bubble since I got here. I don't want to go back, I want to stay here.
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So, I know there wasn't any Emily in this chapter, but fuck... I was a writing fiend! 2 chapters in one day. Give a girl some credit... and a review! I'd love to hear what you think of it so far. Love it, hate it... let me know!
