Another update. Just finished this so I hope it isn't full of suckiness lol.
Kickstarts, lmao, there is now a hole in my leg from where you kicked me. : *( I'm sorry you had to endure Mandy, but she got called a sardine-faced penis. Isn't it better to have her in it and get insulted rather than not have her in it at all? Think of the positive: someone you don't like got insulted :P hahaha. You can't take back a kick. There's already a hole in my leg, and you're welcome for the shout out hun : )
Vero, glad I had you lolling with the last chapter :D You're right, some issues do have to be resolved first before they get together. Loved your insight : )
CarolineUSA, I will have words with Naomi for ignoring Bim's. Hahahaha :P
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chap. I kind of thought it sucked. I feel a little better about this chapter though.
Ps: For anyone who enjoys good music, you should check out 'Blue Blood' by The Foals. What a fucking Tuuuunnnneeee! Lol. In fact their whole album pretty much owns all *nods* Yeah, so onto the chapter : )
This was it, the very last straw. Naomi couldn't handle it anymore, the stench of the riff-raff up that job centre, the amount of time they kept her waiting before actually signing her bloody benefits book, the grease which always seemed to be this close to dripping from the rank hair of that purple-jacketed lady, the forever worsening condemning gazes she was receiving from the people sat behind the desks as she turned up fortnight after fortnight…still jobless. Still claiming off of the state. Well this was it. Today was the last straw, because the grease which always seemed to be this close to dripping from the rank hair of that purple-jacketed lady had actually dripped…and onto the blonde's shoulder.
"I'm fucking sick of this!" Naomi whirlwinded into the lounge, slamming the front door behind her.
As the entire house shook, Bimbims trembled and scurried down from Emily's lap to conceal himself behind the safety of the footstool, his frightened eyes peaking out at the blonde every few seconds as if to gauge whether she'd calmed down yet. As if to gauge whether it was safe to come back out. Naomi softened at the pitiful sight of the chocolate haired dog; she may not have liked the idea of living with an animal in the past but Bimbims had become her friend, someone who'd always listen to her and let her run her hands through his soft and calming fur…someone who'd climb aboard her duvet-wrapped body in the morning just after Emily would finish breakfast.
"Do you have a reason for why you've just scared the living muff off of Bim's?" Emily enquired over her shoulder, now down on all fours, in just a pair of knickers and a tank top, stroking her dog with loving reassurance.
Naomi sighed heavy and shrugged out of her coat, hardening again once getting a better look at the stain mocking her from its shoulder. Hardening at what that stain represented. She didn't bother to hang the coat up, just indignantly tossed it at the wall; it'd have to hook itself up. Both of her palms then flew to cup her face like they'd wanted to comfort her for ages, something about the warmth radiating from them serving to calm her slightly. She then abruptly dropped both hands and sighed again. "I can't take going to that piss palace every two weeks anymore, I can't take the greasy mongs who're always up there, I can't take being jobless, and I can't take the clown's pay that I'm currently getting." Naomi's blue's met the floor, the faded cream carpet receiving her small confession: "I can't do this anymore."
Emily's ears picked up on it too, and she rose to her feet with the gift of a kind smile to offer to the blonde. "Then change it." She shrugged, as if it was that simple.
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Please don't exasperate this situation with your cheeriness Emily. I'm at breaking point here and who knows what casualties I'll leave in my wake if I snap."
Emily slipped a supportive hand into Naomi's, kind smile still intact. The blonde eyed the contact, not entirely sure how to feel about the tenderness of the gentle thumb tracing the back of her hand. Some days she felt she was growing used to her attraction to Emily, to her attraction to another woman, and other days…it simply felt iffy. She wasn't questioning which one she was leaning more towards today. Her 56th sigh of the day puffed out of her mouth. "I'm exhausted now, after going there."
Emily held up her free hand and made its fingers dance. "I can get the energy moving around your body with a stress relief massage if you'd like."
Upon hearing that, Naomi's eyes scratched the warmth circling in the brunette of Emily's orbs out and replaced it with the ever so familiar lust which had unnerved her so many times before. It caused her to suddenly rip her hand away from Emily's, this illusion did. "Oh great," Naomi half scoffed, half spat, "I'm upset and you're treating it as an opportunity to grope me. Just leave me alone will you?"
Emily stared at Naomi for a long moment, eventually shrugging. "Ok then. Come on Bim's, let's leave Naoms alone for a while."
Watching Bimbims paw off into the kitchen and Emily head for the stairs, Naomi felt fault with her accusation. When she really thought about it, there had been no lust in the redhead's eyes; feelings of her own fear and frustration had tricked her into placing them there. Naomi winced at her fuck-up. "Emily, I'm sorry. I just..."
"Sit on the floor." Said Emily, on the heels of Naomi's fizzled words. Her finger pointed at the carpet with all the authority of a teacher and an obedient student, and Naomi was obedient – even if reluctant about it – slowly dropping to the floor because, well, it was the least she could do after snapping. She looked up at Emily in anticipation of what would be coming, and received her next instruction: "Close your eyes." It was spoken softly, the husk in Emily's tone cushioning the ice that Naomi was convinced the redhead had intended. But again the blonde did as told, her other senses picking up on some noise and movement before a sweet scent and warmth seemed to settle a mere inch in front of her. Keep your eyes closed, Naomi repeated in her mind, mostly because she was terrified she'd open them to find Emily's lips inches from hers. Terrified that she'd capture them in her own...again.
Her thoughts died out on that matter as her face heated with the breath that then hit it, "Tell me what you want in a job, from start to finish. Describe it to me." It was Emily's voice, Emily's breath…Emily: "How do you want to be treated? Do you want a uniform? How does this job feel?"
There was definitely a tinge of lust present now, even if it wasn't direct; it was there, masquerading In Emily's words, stringing them together as she sexualized…profession?
"Tell me how it feels Naomi."
The blonde's dry mouth hung open, no words to show for it. This was hard. She'd never actually considered a job in this way before. She'd considered a job for the respect that she'd gain from passers by when they saw her in her suit, she'd considered a job for how much she was going to need to get by every month…she'd considered a job for revenge on abusive bastards like Robert. But never had she considered a job purely based on how it was going to make her feel. This, what Emily was asking her to do, was difficult, because Emily was asking her to do something she seldom ever did. Emily was asking her to consider herself, for once.
The concept seemed foreign for all of its simplicity. "I can't." Naomi finally said, frustrated at being beaten by something so basic.
"Of course you can. You can do anything."
Naomi allowed Emily's passionate belief to guide her tongue into curling around a few words, although unsteady at first. "Erm…I erm, I want a job where I can be of use to others." She paused as if to seek the redhead's nod that she should carry on, before not receiving it and carrying on anyway. "Erm, a job that isn't too emotionally taxing."
"What's the opposite of emotionally taxing?" Emily interrupted.
"Erm…" Naomi gulped, feeling another gentle stroke of the redhead's breath against her face.
"Refreshing," Emily softly aided, "Life-giving, fulfilling." She listed them off. "Tell me what you want, not what you don't want. Tell me how this perfect job feels."
Naomi pondered it, this perfect job. How does it feel? She asked herself. Then as though someone somewhere was on her side, her mind began barraging with blissful scenarios of work.
"It feels…good." She said, a smile she'd thought her face would never see again, all of just two minutes ago, blossoming. Then there was no stopping her. "It's exciting and I'm passionate about it, eager and excited to think about it even when I return home. The money is good too, and the job is flexible. It feels…free." Blue eyes slowly opened on that note, the whole exercise somehow feeling like it'd reached it's climax, and when she blinked she discovered that Emily was indeed kneeled just an inch away…
The silence grew thicker and thicker the longer they kept up this non-verbal proximity, until Emily reached a finger forward and set it to feather from the bridge of Naomi's nose to its tip. "You're so beautiful when you smile." She whispered, like what she'd said would no longer be sacred if anyone else was to hear – even Naomi. "I could get used to hearing you talk about what you want."
The tickle that the scarlet haired woman's finger had just left at the tip of Naomi's nose became lost in the blonde's senses, the lips of her lodger demanding much more of her attention instead. "I…want to kiss you." Naomi whispered back shakily, as she stalked the pair of lips that'd created magic against her neck in up in the attic. As she stalked the pair of lips growing closer to her own.
That inch separating them shrunk to a mere two centimeters, and their distance held like that for a moment, Emily pausing to ask. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Naomi thought about it, was she sure that this was what she wanted? And she knew what this was. This wasn't just a kiss, she could tell that by the fire in Emily's desire-filled gaze. This was going to entail allowing another person, not only to surpass her emotional walls, but to surpass her physical ones too. Physical ones she hadn't even known had grown so tall and out of control until Emily had straddled her in the attic. At the realization of all of this, Naomi suddenly spiraled into a panic, thoughts of inadequacy volumizing to rampant levels within her head.
"I haven't let anyone touch me in ten years." She admitted quietly, watching for Emily to be repulsed and critical, a sigh she didn't even know she'd been keeping releasing when she saw neither play-out in Emily's features, but just a smile. A warm, reassuring smile.
"Me being able to sit out in the snow is nothing compared to you having ten years of celibacy in you. I've always thought celibacy was an impossible feat; you're fucking amazing for being able to pull it off Naomi."
Naomi relaxed slightly at the playfulness of Emily's response, a very weak chuckle rippling through her to eventually settle in a small smile. "You make me want to break it, and that scares the shit out of me."
"Why?"
"Because you're you…because I'm me. I don't do this sort of thing. I –" Naomi cut herself off when she repeated that last part to herself. It sounded ridiculous even to her ears, but it was the only way she knew how to articulate what was going on behind all of this. "I'm supposed to lead my body, not let my body lead me. That's what separates us from those people who murder; we have some self-restraint. I don't want to lose that." She shrugged; that explanation job would have to do.
Although a reassuring smile remained perched upon Emily's lips, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sex being likened to an out of control murderer. Sex being made out to be that wrong, like it was something that needed to be contained and performed in a controlled manner. Turns out the smile on her face wasn't working for her, so she let it go and sat back, a soft: "Naoms, sexuality is beautiful. It's messy and sometimes frantic – it's an expression, like art on a canvas. It can be a blending of two beings. It's beautiful. It's the basis of all life."
"It's dirty." Naomi argued. "It can be dangerous. People don't like to talk openly about it."
Emily smirked at Naomi's determination to hold onto her fears. "You forgot that people are also more comfortable with watching violence in movies than they are watching sex." She mock-helped the blonde's case, with a point proving giggle.
"Yeah well…I prefer to cuddle instead. Cuddling is... beautiful," Naomi said, as if the vigor with which she was nodding was going to convince anyone of the absolute rubbish coming out of her. "Y-you can become 'blended' with another person through cuddling."
After an intense moment or two of just staring at the uncomfortable woman in front of her, Emily said. "I'd cuddle you."
Naomi's eyes found everything which wasn't her redheaded lodger, as she stood up and patted herself off. "Yeah, well…I'm gonna go focus on this perfect job of mine or…something."
And with that, Emily was left kneeling in the middle of the living room, a grin spread wide across her face.
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