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Sorry if this is crap, I needed to get this one out before I go on a trip for two whole weeks. I plan on getting a ton of ideas down etc so I hope the next chapters will be of better quality in the future!
I will also plan another chapter for my Keffy fic too
I love every single one of you who read this, review it, favourite it etc, you make me happy! Simple as. :D
It's unbeta'd cos I'm tired and so full of cold. Wah.
Please enjoy you wonderful lot.
"Hey Emily!" and she decided not to be a stranger anymore…
The redhead turns around, her heart fluttering with anticipation, She watches with sweaty palms; Naomi's long arms beckoning her to come over. Naomi is actually inviting Emily to spend time with her; a very rare occasion and Emily doesn't hesitate in grinning like an idiot and bounding across the street into the proverbial arms of the beautiful neighbor.
They have barely seen each other never mind spoken to each other since the day Naomi and Freddie had surprised her last week by coming into her shop. Emily generally hates surprises, however surprises involving Naomi, are nice she discovers. Those surprises she could definitely get used to.
When she reaches the blonde she can see that she has a slight dewy sheen to her skin, making her chest and arms glisten wondrously. Emily quickly scans the surroundings, seeing the large miscellaneous objects taking up the pavement and the space outside of Starbooks. She can't help the warmth that floods her suddenly (even in the hot weather today) or the biting of her full bottom lip, Oh I see; she's been lifting things… Emily wonders like a scholar at the sheer genius of the situation, Naomi in a vest top, lifting things, and getting sweaty.
Emily tries to think of something to say, if she could stop perving for long enough. Her first thought when she sees Naomi is not only "I want to fuck that girl", she also just likes being with her, whenever she gets the chance.
"What's all this then?" Emily asks brightly, very neighborly-like and gestures to the numerous and various sized objects covered in protective bubble wrap.
"This!' Naomi proudly and excitedly gestures to the medley of objects, "is our Coffee-Bar!" she clears her throat and gives a murderous look to a bald man chatting idly to Freddie. "Oh, so it finally arrived!" Emily says loud enough for Freddie and the bald man to hear. Naomi lets a loud laugh rip from her but as quickly as it took hold of her she tries to stifle it, looking shy and a little guilty as she glances at the bald man, who looks a little appalled.
Naomi puts her arm around Emily without thinking about it and whilst still laughing puts a finger to her own lips and turns Emily around as if to silence her as well as saying "Shhh! He heard you!"
Emily; buoyed by the sudden and intimate contact she replies and grabs Naomi's brilliant hands away from her lips, "Good! It's appalling the way he treated you and people like him need telling!" but she is laughing too. Emily calculates there was about a nano second of her holding Naomi's fingers whilst Naomi had her long arm around her shoulders and their smiling, shiny eyes were locked with one another. That was until Naomi retracts her arm and fingers and moves away to Freddie smiling slightly. To Emily it felt like longer, like she'd spent an entire summer's afternoon in an opposite life than this one, where her and Naomi were in each other's arms all day, telling each other they loved one another.
Naomi stands next to Freddie and declares, "We like this one Fred's, we should keep her around" and winks at Emily like a boy. And Emily's heart aches.
A gruff voice cuts into the moment, "Are we taking this lot inside or are we going to stand outside like lemons all day?". Naomi rolls her eyes at the irony of the bald man. Emily is about to open her mouth, probably about the massive hypocrisy Naomi is being subjected to but Naomi shoots her an amused warning glance which makes her bite her tongue.
Emily, instead walks over to one of the smaller packaged pieces and bends down in order to start carrying it inside, Naomi is quick to interrupt her waving her arms in a "stop!" motion and starts, "Emily, wait that ones really heavy, you can't-" she stops short when she watches mouth wide open, that quickly goes dry with amazement (and arousal, lets be honest) when she witnesses Emily effortlessly pick up the package with her arms alone, toned biceps gorgeously emerging as she curls her arms and holds the weight to her chest. Emily softly grunts and flashes a wicked smile at Naomi before she carries it inside.
It was safe to say Naomi was not expecting that. She could count on her left hand the number of things she wasn't expecting just then. She knew Emily had subtly muscular… nice arms, but she never expected her to be that strong. Additionally she did not expect to be so turned on by this fact. Naomi had not expected to instantly adore the way Emily's biceps bulged under her creamy-white skin.
She had not expected to think that Emily's arms were her new favorite things in the whole world. She would worship them if she could.
Naomi was never one for gender roles, like butch and femme et cetera, in fact any outsider with such opinions of her previous relationships would say that Naomi was the "Butch" because she's always gone out with women slightly more feminine than her. Coincidence obviously and maybe it was just the way she carried herself in the world, she was always so coarse and guarded.
But watching sweet, cute, petite, feminine Emily lift something that had required Freddie AND Naomi to carry out of the van earlier did things to her that she couldn't even put into words. The things she could do to me!
By the time Emily had come back from depositing her package, Naomi realizes she had been standing stock-still ever since she witnessed Emily's surprisingly/erotically powerful body in action and had not done anything to contribute to the work effort. With this in mind and the need to act like she was unfazed by Emily's sexy display, she dashes to a larger package and makes to pick it up.
Now Naomi is no fool, and does not see the point in competing, not when she realistically knows mind, body and soul that she cannot possibly compete with Emily in strength (now!) and any attempt to do so would maker her look petulant and childish. Not a good look, she surmises. Therefore Naomi plays the hand she was dealt with and calls Emily over, "Emily, could you help me with this please?" Its good to look humble she thinks, just as modesty looks good on Emily. "Absolutely!" Emily says eagerly. Naomi watches her bend her knees on the opposite side of the package and get a good hold of it before instructing her to bend her own knees and lift with them, so that she doesn't hurt her back. It does not escape Naomi that Emily did not seem to patronize her. Naomi appreciates this.
Naomi notices when she is this close to Emily that small veins are starting to show in the smaller girls arms, graced with a delicious sheen of sweat.
She barely hears Emily count to three and instructing to lift with her. When the two girls have carried the heavy object into the cool shop, they are breathing quite heavily and wordlessly take a minute break. Looking at Emily whose hands on her hips, arms out at an angle Naomi knows she likes the way Emily's t-shirt moves because of her heavy breathing and movements of her stomach. She has to ask, "Do you work out?"
Naomi nearly face-palms herself for using the most clichéd pick up line on Goddesses green Earth. Even Freddie looks at her disbelievingly and hides in the doorway to eaves drop and watch how Naomi gets out of this one, like an intrigued spectator. Ohmygodohmygod you're an actual idiot!
Emily raises a perfect eyebrow and smirks. Naomi tries to save herself from further embarrassment, "I mean, you must do, you're just so strong and muscley! But not in a gross way! I mean there's nothing wrong with women having muscles, I like your-I wish I had-"
"Naomi!" her verbal diarrhea is stopped by the beautiful and beautifully muscley red-head raising her voice to placate the blonde, "yes, I do "work out" actually. My dad owns a string of Gyms. One of which is in London and only a few miles away, dead convenient. He was always encouraging fitness to me, my brother and my sister".
Weird.
Parents…family…
Emily talking about her personal life.
The notion that the beautiful girl in front-of her is indeed very real and not some fantastical idea, the-gorgeous-girl-from-across-the-street suddenly strikes Naomi. She can't decide whether this terrifies her or makes her like Emily more.
Naomi mumbles something that sounds like "yes, well I thought you did".
Emily likes that Naomi seems to be blushing but doesn't stand around to make the blonde girl perhaps more uncomfortable. Instead she indicates that she is going back outside to carry the rest of the packages in.
Naomi seizes the opportunity of keeping her mind (and hands?) safely busy, away from embarrassing herself further in front of Emily, whom she is infuriatingly tongue-tied around.
Her goal in mind she starts to unwrap the packages and strategically arranges them in order to piece together the coffee bar later.
A few minutes later and a couple of packages unwrapped, Freddie, the bald-man and Emily and carrying in the largest and heaviest wrapped piece that will be the actual, main bit of the bar.
Naomi tries to suppress another excited squeal and swiftly moves from the spot where she wants them to place it.
"In here, right there, yeah good." The animated blonde is barking orders at the trio, wanting the bar to be in its exact place, just as she had imagined it, nothing less will do.
If Emily would feel anything less for Naomi she would say she is a control freak, seriously anal. But Emily likes Naomi very much and finds this side to Naomi to be an endearing quality, admirable even.
Once the bar is in place perfectly and then unwrapped, Naomi pounces on the opportunity to build it up and make it functional whilst everyone else stretches their whining muscles.
It feels to her that this is the final piece of the puzzle.
Freddie disappears with the bald man outside to his van, to "thank" him and pay him his money. Emily cautiously steps towards a busy and enthralled looking Naomi and watches quietly, trying not to disturb Naomi when she is looking so absorbed in her task and more importantly to Emily, herself. She doesn't know when she will next get the chance.
Alas, she is, they are both interrupted when Freddie comes back into the shop, popping through the silent bubble, "Christ, that bloody thing better be worth it Nai, I think I slipped a disk!" he exclaims, over-acting as he grabs his lower back and begins to sway from side to side, back and forth.
"Trust me Freds, this Baby will make all our dreams come true!" she says half mockingly with a lopsided grin as she pats it lovingly whilst she's on her knees beside it on the floor.
"I'm gonna set it up right now and see what's she's made of." Freddie shakes his head at his friend for talking about the bar like it's a living thing but likes that she's so passionate about something.
As an after thought Naomi excitedly adds, "We can probably open up tomorrow!" even though Freddie's best-friends face looks so hopeful and determined, he can't help but think she's crazy for saying this, maybe a bit to optimistic he surmises.
"Ha! Good one! I bet it'l take you all day to set the bloody thing up AND THEN all night to figure out how it makes coffee. YOU don't even know how to make coffee!" he laughs at her.
Naomi is quick to turn bright red and stand up to defend herself, shooting an exasperated look to Freddie for showing her up in front of Emily. Again.
Emily just giggles. Huh. A coffee-shop owner who doesn't know the first thing about making coffee. Interesting. Only to Emily, it is. It's another thing to add on the steadily growing list of things she finds interesting about Naomi. They each make her all the more love- likeable.
"Whatever, Freds. How hard can it be? All I have to do is follow an instruction manual and then a recipe. I have a degree you know, it's not gonna be bloody rocket science!" Naomi says in an indignant huff.
Emily thinks another thing she can add to her list of things she finds interesting about Naomi (and by extension, a list of things she likes about Naomi) is that she is certainly ambitious.
Emily can see Naomi wave an amused Freddie away before going about her previous task of building her bar.
That's when Emily pipes up, "Well I'll leave you too it then, you really couldn't use my help with this technical stuff, I haven't a clue!" her voice goes high at the end and she laughs nervously.
Naomi looks up from her task and makes a face to mean she feels terrible for forgetting to involve her, but she doesn't argue with Emily, just tries to amend her manners.
"Oh right! Yeah, shit sorry, I got carried away! Um, thanks for your help Emily it was really kind of you" the blonde smiles at her sincerely. Emily smiles back and shuffles her feet, almost cartoon-like. "No problem, happy to help Neighbour".
Naomi wants to kick herself for letting the red-head go, thinks she made her go. You did ignore her for like 5 hours just then.
Just as Emily goes to leave, an uncontrollable honest outburst that Naomi usually finds she can't control from happening around the red-head, happens to be least embarrassing one yet and in this instance, rather fucking wonderful.
"Emily!" Naomi thinks she have even scared herself with the volume of that address. "Come over later when I've set it up and you can be my official quality-control-coffee-taste-tester!" she says rather excitedly, doesn't have time to cringe and the lameness of her sentence because Emily is sending her the biggest smile that shows her perfect teeth and adorable dimples off.
"Yeah, thanks, I will. I'd love too."
Naomi can't help but grin back and become hot under Emily's open gaze. "Cool. So I'll see you soon then."
"Yeah, see you. Bye."
And Emily leaves, returns to her shop. Both girls smiling on the inside and out as they go back to work, counting down the hours until they can feel that way again.
Fanxxxxx for reading, please review, I need all the support I can get whilst I'm away! Trust me. It's one of those trips.