Is it possible to get writer's block after only a week of writing? I'm not too sure about this chapter so sorry if its not that good :S and also sorry for being so evil and leaving the last chapter where did! Sincere apologies :P
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I look into those brown eyes and (as usual) get lost in their exquisite depths. Fuck, the things you do to me Ems...We continue to stare into each other's eyes until I realise she had closed hers and is leaning in... Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! OH MY FUCKING GOD! Do something! Out lips are about the beat of a butterfly's wings away from meeting. What the fuck do I do!? You want this, you know you do. Yeah but we're both completely off our faces! What if she doesn't want me back sober? Don't be stupid! you'll never know otherwise! Besides, even drunk, no-one could stare into your eyes like she just was without there being some deeper meaning behind it. Yeah but-
Our lips meet and all coherent thoughts are blown out of my head by the suden eruption of fireworks. (Oh how cliche did that sound!) (Fuck off random voice!) My eyes close but I can still see that hair, those eyes, these so soft lips on mine. I start to lean into the kiss, trying to supress a shiver of delight when she gently places her hand on the back of my neck. Ok apparantly it was unsupressable. Oh no! She pulls away, apparantly concerned.
"You ok?" she asks shyly, worry evident in her voice. I smile flirtaciously (or so I would like to think) at her and reply by pulling her close again and crashing my lips against hers. She readily responds by pushing us both back so she is laid on top of me again and running her hands up my sides. Fucking hell!
I roll us over, so we are further away from the house and behind the safety of a nearby bush, unable to take any more of her touching without making a fool of myself. I'm also worried for her about the reaction Katie would have, just the thought making me feel protective of my Ems. Your Ems? You don't know that yet. ANYWAY! Enough thinking, more enjoying!
I am now on top, and I intend to take full advantage of that fact! I break our lips apart, hearing her moan in sadness, and then again in delight when I start to kiss down her neck. She runs her hands up the full length of my back, finishing in my hair and making me moan back into her neck. Oh jesus christ! She tastes so good! I kiss my my way back up her neck and our lips meet once more, each taking in the other hungrily. I find myself being forced onto my back and she rolls with me so she is back on top. Apparantly she likes it that way!
I let out a strange, wild and wantful noise as our lips part and she pulls away. Oh shit. She's come to her senses and realised this is ever so slightly lesbianic. Shit! Shit shit shit! Fuck! Crap!...eyh? She is grinning cheekily at me. She lets out a tiny, almost inaudiable giggle before saying
"Well that was unexpected."
The fireworks have faded and I quickly realise she isn't horrified, but I'm still going to have to deal with the consequences of my actions now. Shit. Play it cool...
I grin back at her and sit up.
"Yeah...unexpected" I reply pathetically (What, you couldn't come up with anything better than that? ANYTHING?) I need to get rid of this inner voice, it's really atarting to creep me out! I am fully aware of the fact that she is still almost-straddling me. She seems amused by my uncharacteristic loss of words and she smiles genuinely at me. God that smile... Wait...does that mean she has the same feelings for me as I do for her? Wait what do I feel for her? Certainly attrraction (huh bloody obviously attraction if you've been in my head recently), but there is something else there too. Something bigger I can't (or fucking won't) understand. Something I saw in my eyes in the mirror back at 'home' and something I think I might have seen in her eyes before we kissed...we kissed! Oh my god!! (Now is not the time). I notice she is looking at me, maybe expecting me to say something.
"So..." I say, not knowing what to say. Smooth Naomi. Really smooth.
She looks at me with something I couldn;t read in her eyes. Then quickly realises she is still straddling me and clambers off. If I had a mirror I'm sure I would have seen my face visibly drop. What is she doing to me!? I am made sure of this reaction when I see her reaction to my reaction. She obviously finds this amusing but confusing, due to alcohol and emotions respectively I'm guessing. I laugh internally at the rhyme. Oh christ I'm still drunk.
She starts giggling, her infectious laughter setting me off. Hahahaha, I don't even kniow what I'm laughing at but I'm glad its not an awkward silence! When we have finished she sits there, staring into my eyes again, as has apparantly become a regular occurance for us. She crawls over to me, apparantly she's still drunk too...oh and still drinking! She holds out to me the bottle she found, one of the ones we dropped when..ehem concentrate Naomi. Its more vodka! How much of the stuff was there at this party! She takes a hearty swig and makes a random arm movement that I assume means she wants me to take it.
I hope that wasn't intended as some sort of message. I gulp some down, enjoying the burn but never once losing eye contact with her. She crawls closer, and slumps drunkenly with her head on my shoulder.
"Ems..?" I ask, wanting to know what it meant to her but not having the balls to actually ask her. Hell I hate myself at times. She looks up at me so cutely it stops me in my tracks again. How can one person be so beautiful and have this power over me? No...you need to do this. I manage to wrestle my functioning brain away from those thoughts for the moment to think of the best thing to say next. I decide for the drunk excuse.
"It's fine, we're both drunk right?" I say, as dejectedly as I dare, indicating that all might not be as it seems. I look down, trying to send her a hint that that wasn't all it was for me and that I might like her a little more than I should as a friend...
I get my answer immediately as I see her face visually fall as the meaning of my words connects in her brain and I see upset, confusion and disappointment all flash across her beautiful features one after the other.
"or not..?" I ask with hope
"or not." She murmurs to herself, before repeating it so I could hear "but don't tell the gnomes. I told them the other one."
What? Aww bless her she's a tad insane. And stunning. Oddly stunning for someone so withdrawn and shy. I suppose thats Katie's fault. Bitch. Ah well, Emily comes out of her shell for me apparantly.
She sighs and yawns, evidently tired. She flops against my shoulder in a drunken stupor and I hold her in my arms, contented with just that feeling. I lay back on the grass with her. She is asleep. Fuck me sideways she's undeniably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She looks so peaceful and untroubled. So gorgeous...
She unconsciously snuggles closer into my side and sighs contentedly. I try to get up to go find a blanket of some sort, only to find she is laid on my arm. Haha I really should have noticed that sooner. Never mind, I'm sure we can do without. After all, according to Darwin we are all descended from monkeys and they don't need blankets! (You really shouldn't be able to think about Evolutionary Theory when drunk you know). I wonder if some people were just evolved to be perfectly matched to another person.
I shuffle so both my arms are wrapped round Emsy and stop thinking about evolution. I have an inner nerd alright! Fuck off! I slowly slip into a drunken sleep, with the girl of my recent dreams snuggled up beside me. Does life get any better? As I finally slip completely out of the state of coherency I fell her shuffle and murmer
"Naomi..."
She is dreaming about me. I close my eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep.
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Comment? I'm not sure if this does it justice but if you could tell me what you think that would be great :)