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Friday was the longest and shortest day of my life. My classes dragged on for what felt like years, and I definitely didn't retain any useful information. I didn't care too much though, I would much rather think about Naomi over psychology any day of the week.

When I got home, though. Time seemed to fly by at hyper speed. One minute I was taking a shower and deciding what to wear, the next, though really it was two hours later, Naomi was texting me telling me she was waiting in her car. I still wasn't happy with my look, but I'd gone through my whole wardrobe already, and was out of time, so I settled on my classy mid-thigh length black dress, and threw on a pair of heels.

I gathered my things and checked my hair once more before leisurely making my way downstairs. I didn't want to look do eager did I?

I got to the street and was surprised to see Naomi waiting for me in a small sedan. I don't know what I had been expecting, a large van maybe? But I was pleasantly surprised that it was a relatively normal car.

I knocked on the window and she smiled up at me, motioning for me to open the door, "As promised," I said, handing her the bouquet of lilies and box of chocolates I had picked up after class.

"You actually got me flowers," She said, taking the lilies from me in a state of awe, "nobody's ever gotten me flowers before." I watched as she closed her eyes and brought her nose to the flowers. My heart melted at the blissful smile that formed on her face. She was lost in her own little world as I settled into the car and pulled on my seatbelt, "Thank you." She smiled a bigger smile at me and set the flowers in the back seat of the car. It was then that I noticed the two large wheels sitting on the floor. My smile faltered, and looking up I knew Naomi noticed.

"So the place we're going is over on Hayward," I said, trying to break the awkwardness that had settled over us. I had never felt awkward around Naomi before. And I didn't like it. Not one bit.

"You don't have to do this you know," Naomi said, the smile gone from her face and a sudden sadness in her voice. My heart broke when she looked up at me with sorrowful understanding, "I know it's a lot to deal with."

"You're right," I told her and she bowed her head, "but I said it before and I'll say it again, I don't care Naomi." She looked up at me with hope in her eyes, "I'm not going to lie, I'm scared absolutely shitless. I mean I don't know the first thing about how you do things, and for some reason that scares me. But the thing that terrifies me above all else, is the thought of not doing this." She smiled shyly at me and I reached over to tuck a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear. It felt just like I'd imagined, silky and perfect, "You're beautiful, Naomi. Inside and out. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you."

We held eye contact for a few blissful moments before Naomi cleared her throat and turned her key in the ignition, "Okay Fitch, tell me the way."

Watching Naomi drive was actually really cool. Obviously she couldn't use the foot pedals, so she did everything with her hands. Pulling and pushing a lever for the gas and breaks, and still somehow managing to turn the steering wheel. It was rather impressive.

When we arrived at the restaurant I got out of the car and watched, probably a little too curiously, as Naomi pulled the parts of her wheelchair out of the back seat and put it together before transferring herself into it. She did it with little to no effort at all and I couldn't help but smile at her.

"You look gorgeous," I complemented her, taking in the dark skinny jeans and white blouse she was wearing.

"You scrub up pretty good as well," She smiled and closed the car door. I winked at her and lead the way to the restaurant door.

I tried not to notice the strange looks the waiter was giving us, but it was hard not to. I didn't know if it was because of Naomi being in a wheelchair or because we were gay, either way I had a mild urge to punch him in the face.

We settled into easy conversation when we got to the table and I couldn't have stopped smiling if I wanted to. I was at a lovely restaurant with an even lovelier girl, I don't think I could have been any happier. We had mostly just chatted about school and Naomi's work until our main dishes arrived. Naomi, as promised, had ordered a plate of spaghetti while I opted for a simple cheese ravioli.

"I know you've got questions," She said as I bit into my second ravioli. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and wiped the corners of my mouth, "about my legs."

"Oh," I said, shrugging and taking a sip of my wine, "I don't want to be rude. You can just tell me whatever you want me to know."

She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her pasta, "Seriously Emily, just ask. It'll make it easier for us both in the long run."

I hesitated, scared I'd overstep some unspoken boundary, but Naomi did insist, so I sorted through the list of unknowns in my mind and decided what I wanted to know first. "How long?"

"Only a little over four years."

My eyes widened, I had expected her to say at least ten years, probably more, "How did it happen?"

"Long, painful story short, I got hit by a drunk driver on my seventeenth birthday." I tried not to look too pitiful, but my heart broke for her. It wasn't fair for her life to be so drastically changed because of some stupid idiot's mistakes, I was about to ask more about it when she spoke, "I'll tell you more about it eventually, but it's not exactly a first date conversation."

I nodded in understanding, "What exactly is wrong?" I asked after a few moments of silent contemplation.

"Well I have full feeling and function. I can move them a little, you know, wiggling my toes and stuff? And I've been doing therapy every day for the last three years, I still can't walk, but I've made progress." She smiled sadly at me, "I'm hoping that eventually I can at least use crutches to get around."

"That's actually a possibility?"

She shrugged and sipped her wine, "My injury wasn't as bad as it could have been, so yeah, anything is really possible."

"That's great," I smiled genuinely at her, "I'm glad you've got such a positive attitude about it."

"I didn't used to," She admitted, "I went through a really bad year after it happened. But eventually I got my shit together, enrolled in uni, and started trying to fix my legs instead of hating that they were broken."

I smiled proudly at her, I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if I'd lost my ability to walk because of someone else's mistakes. I don't think I'd ever be able to recover from something like that, "You're amazing," I said, reaching over the table to touch the top of her hand. It was smooth and warm and I couldn't help but smile at the contact. She blushed and looked back down at her food. I decided I'd had asked enough questions for one sitting. I didn't want to overwhelm her, and it's not like I'd never have the chance to ask again, right?

The rest of our dinner went by far too quickly. We shared a delicious chocolate soufflé and chatted about light topics. It was easy, being with her. I didn't have to try to fill our silences with meaningless chatter. The conversation flowed naturally and perfectly. It was like I'd known her my whole life, which scared me more than I'd like to admit.

"Would you like to come in?" I offered when Naomi parked in front of my flat. She smiled sadly at me and shook her head.

"I'm pretty tired," She said. She was avoiding looking into my eyes so I knew it was just an excuse. I eyed her authoritatively and she sighed. "You have stairs," She said, sounding embarrassed. I looked to where she was pointing, realising that there were in fact three steps up to the door of my building. I felt embarrassed for not realising that a wheelchair couldn't exactly float up the stairs. But then I remembered the entrance Katie and I had only used when moving in.

"There's a back door by the elevator actually," I said. She glanced at the building, I'm assuming contemplating her options, before nodding with a shy smile.

"Okay, I guess I can come up for a bit."

My face lit up and I excitedly got out of the car, waiting patiently for Naomi to put together her chair. I led her silently to the back of the building and up the elevator to mine and Katie's flat, but paused before opening the door.

"I live with my sister," I warned her, "and I'm so, so sorry about yesterday. She's a bit overprotective and doesn't really think before she does things."

"It's fine, Emily," She assured me, gently touching my forearm, "I'm glad you've got someone who cares enough to try to maim a cripple for you. And besides, I deserved it."

I shook my head and turned my key in the lock, "you did not deserve it at all actually," I said, holding the door open for her. She rolled in and I watched as she looked around the living room, her eyes scanning each wall and surface.

She made her way over to the wall that held our pictures and examined the one of my family. "These your parents?" She asked, looking closely at our smiling faces.

"Yeah, and my little brother."

"You guys look happy," She commented, I snorted at that. We'd had the picture taken in a time when my mother refused to speak to me, my sister was in avid denial about my sexuality, and my dad was about to lose his business and our house. To say we were a little tense at the time would be an understatement.

"It's all a really well planned facade," I told her, walking up and standing next to her, "our family was in a bit of a rough patch at the time. The only reason we got the picture taken was because my mum wanted something to show her sister that our family wasn't falling apart."

"So things with your family aren't good then?" She asked, looking up at me with sadness in her eyes. I smiled reassuringly and shook my head.

"No they are now. My mum and Katie started accepting that I'm gay, dad got our money issues sorted, and everything else just fell into place."

"I'm glad to hear that," She smiled.

"Would you like some wine?" I offered after we stood there silently for a few moments, she smiled wide and nodded her head eagerly. "Alright, I'll just go get that then, feel free to make yourself at home."

"Where can I find the toilet?" She asked as I turned to leave.

"First door on the right," I pointed to the hallway that was to the right of the kitchen before starting my scavenger hunt for our wine glasses. I found them eventually and filled two glasses with a nice pinot grigio before walking back into the living room. I found a very different girl than the one I was expecting sitting on the couch.

"Katie," I greeted her as I set the glasses and bottle on the coffee table. She went to reach for one of the glasses but I slapped her hand away, "That's for Naomi," I scolded her and she raised her eyebrows.

"You brought her back here?"

"Yes," I said, "and I'd appreciate it if you would kindly fuck off."

"Bitch this is my house too."

"Yeah well you don't see me sitting on the couch while you're shagging Freddie in the kitchen, do you?"

"Planning on shagging her then are you?" She smirked and I rolled my eyes before telling her again to fuck off. For once, she actually listened and left the room with a wave and a wink. Naomi returned a few minutes later and we both settled down on the couch, a measurable distance between us.

We sat there silently for a few minutes, slowly sipping our wine and stealing glances at each other. It really was ridiculous. I could feel the nerves radiating off of Naomi, and I'm sure she could feel mine as well. Neither of us knew what to do or say next, so we just sat. No conversation flowing, no music playing, nothing but the sound of our breaths filling the air. I glanced over at Naomi and realised how silly we were being. I mean honestly, we were acting like a couple of kids who had never been on a date in their life.

"Fuck's sake," I said and set down my wine glass, finally having enough. Naomi looked at me quizzically as I popped the nearest CD into the player and put the volume on low before settling back down onto the couch, this time right next to Naomi, close enough that I could feel her body heat but far enough away that we still weren't touching.

She smiled and set down her glass before turning to me, "We're acting like children," She stated, an amused glint in her eyes. I nodded my head with a smile, "It's just been a while since I've gone on a date, so I want to do this right."

"You've done everything right," I assured her, resting my hand on her knee. Her legs were skinnier than they should be, but still not as thin as I'd expected. When she looked at me I felt my heart rate speed up. I could see affection, joy, and the tiniest bit of lust in her eyes. My eyes strayed down to her lips, and not for the first time, I wondered what they felt like. What they tasted like. I was in the middle of contemplating whether I should lean forward or not, whether or not she wanted me to kiss her. So I didn't notice that she had started to move toward me. By the time my mind caught up with what was happening I could feel her breath on my lips. I internally squealed in complete excitement and anticipation before closing the gap between us and pressing my lips softly against hers. They were smooth and inviting and almost instantly I wanted, needed, to feel more of her. I brought my right hand up to cup her cheek and let my left rest on her waist.

Our mouthes moved slowly together and our bodies turned toward each other. Her hands circled around my waist and she pulled me closer to her. I gasped at the increase in contact, and let out a small moan when I felt her tongue just barely brush against my bottom lip. It was all the invitation I needed, and I immediately deepened the kiss. Opening my mouth to allow her entrance as she did the same. She tried to pull me closer to her, but our positions were a bit awkward, so instead I broke from the kiss momentarily and climbed onto her lap. I didn't straddle her, I wasn't ready for what that could potentially lead to and I'm sure she wasn't either. I just sat, my legs stretched out on the couch, and leaned in to kiss her again.

I don't think anything tasted or felt better than Naomi. Our lips and tongues were moulded together, moving in perfect sync. Little gasps and moans were coming from both of us, and I knew we were getting closer and closer to that line neither of us was ready to cross. Naomi knew it too, and we both pulled away at the same time. I rested my forehead against hers and opened my eyes. Hers remained closed until her breathing evened out, and when she finally looked at me I felt like I melted into a big pile of Emily goo.

"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you," she whispered, I closed my eyes and kissed her again slowly, just because I could.

"You're so beautiful," I sighed before slowly pulling away and settling my head on her shoulder.

We stayed there for a while, I'm not sure exactly how long. I didn't move from Naomi's lap and she was always caressing some part of my skin. I told her about my life. About my friends and experiences, not going too into detail, or revealing too much of my harder times, but just enough to show her I trusted her. And she did the same for me.

Eventually though, she decided she should leave so she didn't end up falling asleep on the way home. I kissed her nose and stood up, waiting for her to transfer into her chair before walking her to the door. We shared one last kiss, and even with the chair as an obstacle it was perfect. I couldn't get over how perfectly our lips fit together. It was like they were made as one, two puzzle pieces meant to be connected.

I think I actually floated back to my room, on a cloud. I was so beyond happy I couldn't even wrap my head around it. I never expected to find someone I was happy with after Peyton, especially barely five months after our breakup. But then Naomi came into my life. She didn't even have to try to weasel her way into my heart. It happened naturally, like she was meant to be there all along.

I didn't waste any time in pulling out my cell phone. Alex answered on the first ring.

"How did it go?" She asked, cautious excitement in her voice.

"I can't even," I started, not knowing how to put such a perfect evening into words, "perfect," I finally said, "it was absolutely perfect."

"Did you shag her?"

"No I didn't shag her!" I yelled, receiving a laugh from Alex in response. "We went to dinner and then came back and hung out here for a bit. She's so fucking lovely I can't even stand it," I gushed, "and we may have kissed a little bit."

"Is she a good kisser?"

I went away in my mind for a moment, remembering the feeling of Naomi's lips against mine. Remembering the shivers her touch sent through my body, remembering how absolutely cared for i felt when i was sitting in her arms, "I think i'm falling in love with her," I admitted before my brain had the chance to think about what I was saying.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, surprise in her tone. I nodded my head even though I knew she couldn't see it. A sudden wave of fear washed through me as i took in the reality of my words. I was falling for Naomi. Hard and fast. Too fast for me to even wrap my head around it or try to stop it. Somehow over the last month, Naomi had gained the ability to absolutely destroy me. There was nothing I could do to change that. I don't even think I wanted to. I just wanted to close my eyes and let go. Let my feelings take over as I fell. And hope with every fiber of my being, that Naomi would be there to catch me.

So there you go! Naomily's first date in this lovely universe :)

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