A/N: Hi there, remember me? (Es, don't answer that.) It's ok if you don't, really... It's been quite a while and well, hard as hell to get back to this story. Anyways, won't bore you with details of my life (it mostly consists of school, work, uni and if I can manage, food and sleep), and just tell you about this chapter instead. It's a first in CS history, just the one part. I wanted to add to it and have another element in there, but this kind of ran away with itself. So without much more rambling on my part... Here you go, chapter 11.
Chapter 11: Parts of you.
Her sleep schedule was fucked. There was no other word for it. Well, none that she could think of as she stared up at the ceiling. It was some time just before the ass-crack of dawn, she could tell that the sun would be up in just a matter of minutes. The light in her room had taken on a bluish tint, either that or she had just gotten used to the dark. Jet lag didn't even begin to cover it really, was barely even an adequate description. She closed her eyes and tried to take even measured breaths, only to huff a few seconds later and roll over. It was pretty much pointless to try any more, but she closed her eyes again and hoped for just 10 more minutes of sleep. Huffing again, she flipped her pillow over and punched it a few times for good measure, it didn't make a difference though. She was still wide awake.
Stretching one last time, she threw her blankets off and got up. The lack of sleep made her dizzy for a moment. The whole situation was starting to become a problem, she hadn't slept properly for more than a week. Days were starting to bleed into one another. She knew that by lunch time she'd be an absolute wreck, only functioning on caffeine and sugar. The others were starting to worry, she could see it in their eyes at times, but none of them had actually said anything yet. Not for the first time, she contemplated getting her hands on some sleeping tablets. The thought was quickly dismissed. Grabbing the first shirt she saw and throwing it on, she exited her bedroom.
She had expected the apartment to be silent, like it had been the other days she'd woken up, instead there was a faint murmur of a voice coming from the other bedroom. It didn't take her long to deduce that what was for all intents and purposes her flatmate, was on the phone. There was a defeated quality to that voice that she didn't like. She frowned, following the sound. The door was ajar, so the closer she got, the more of the conversation she was able to hear.
"…don't care about that, get it done." She could hear a tinny murmur confirming her suspicions regarding the phone. "I told you it's not important. Just make sure it looks good." The tone of voice was equal parts pleading and demanding. As she got closer to the bedroom door, she could feel a slight breeze on her ankles, hear the hum of the city in the background. "Exactly." She could hear the click of a lighter and seconds later she smelled the tell-tale sign of a cigarette. "Now get some sleep, you must be exhausted." There was a slight pause and a chuckle, she smiled when she heard it. "I will. Night Cook." The apartment fell silent.
There was a moment where she let the silence envelope her, closing her eyes, just feeling it. She could hear Naomi shift in her room, the sound of curtains being drawn, she wasn't sure if they were being closed or opened. Uncertainty rose in her, she wasn't sure if she should open the door or not. In the end, curiosity won out. She took the last step to Naomi's door, pushing it open slowly and silently.
She intended to say hi, to alert Naomi to her presence, she really did. The moment her eyes fell on Naomi though, her brain froze. Her mouth fell open as she took in the scene in front of her. Naomi was leaning casually on the railing of a Juliette balcony, clad only in a leather jacket and underwear. She couldn't focus on anything but the skin on display, the way the jacket was riding up every time Naomi lifted the cigarette to her lips. The whole scene seemed somewhat surreal with the way the early light was illuminating her, framing her against the skyline.
The stand-still in her brain lasted for longer than she would have liked, a heavy feeling of breathlessness settled in her chest. She had hardly seen Naomi since she got back from New York. It wasn't because she hadn't wanted to spend time alone with Naomi, but because 5 minutes after she got through the doors, 5 minutes spent staring like a love-struck fool at Naomi, Katie had come bursting through the doors and basically demanded her attention. After that someone had just always seemed to be around, or Naomi had been out, or had been occupied in some manner. There had been looks, of course, the occasional brushing of hands, a stolen moment here and there, but they hadn't really been able to talk to one another, let alone anything else. Here she was though, all alone, hardly dressed. Emily licked her lips as the images of how the next hours could play out, assaulted her mind.
At first it was innocent, images of herself stalking across the room soundlessly, wrapping herself around Naomi and only that, but it morphed. She could see clearly the look of surprise the action would have brought to Naomi's face, morphing into delight and finally to lust. Naomi would spin around to face her next, a smirk on her lips, an eyebrow cocked. The images flashed to the both of them naked, pressed together, nails scraping across skin. She always imagined it like that, a chaos of limbs tangling together, an urgent need taking over her body, but here she was. Frozen in place, not quite knowing how to even approach Naomi.
She tore her eyes away from the naked legs in front of her, focussing on the back of Naomi's head instead. Her hair was longer and somehow softer looking, than the first time she had seen her. She had felt the same fiery need then, but had disregarded it, shook it off as purely lust. It had taken root in her though, grown stronger, larger. It had even been there when she had tried to push Naomi away, when she had betrayed her in the worst way. She knew now, she saw it, saw that it had always been there, but she had been too stubborn to recognise it. Too afraid to believe in it. It had taken a dirty alley and Naomi kissing someone else, fucking someone else. Emily didn't blame her, she really didn't, and in Naomi's place she would have probably done the same. Her fists were clenched at the thought of it, nails digging painfully into her palms. She might have understood Naomi's motives, but it still hurt to think about. She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling heavily, letting the tension melt from her shoulders. When she opened her eyes again, Naomi was staring back at her.
"Hi." She breathed, her voice failing her. Once again, she was knocked breathless. A soft smile played on Naomi's lips, a smile she knew was just for her.
"Hi yourself." Naomi murmured back, turning to face her more fully. The leather jacket was open in front, shifting with the movement. Emily traced the uninterrupted line from Naomi's face down to her underwear. Her throat suddenly felt very dry.
"You're up late, or is it early?" She followed the same line of sight back up, her eyes connecting with a pair of mirthful blue eyes. Naomi's head was cocked to the side, the smile more playful then it had been a moment ago. Emily found herself taking a step forward, smiling back.
"Does it matter?" Naomi asked.
"Not really. I was just wondering, that's all." Her hand was suddenly grazing the top of the bedspread on the bed, she wasn't really aware of actually walking towards Naomi at all. It felt like a dream, one she didn't want to wake up from.
"Anything else you were wondering about?" The purring quality in Naomi's voice wasn't lost on her, neither was the teasing eyebrow shooting up. It was the exact same expression she had imagined just moments ago.
"Maybe." Emily shot back, grinning openly. "Maybe, I'm wondering why you are all the way over there." She might not be able to purr like Naomi, but she sure as hell could put a husky spin on it.
"Are you now?" Emily nodded at the question. "Well... I better do something about that then." Naomi came closer as she talked, hips swaying. "How's this?" She stopped a few paces from Emily.
"Oh, I think you can do better than that." Emily licked her lips, Naomi was close enough for her to vaguely catch a whiff of leather, cigarettes and something that was purely Naomi. The scent got stronger as Naomi took the last few steps forward. She stopped right in front of her, close enough that there was barely a few inches between them.
"And now?" Naomi's voice was barely a whisper, eyes hypnotizing.
"I suppose that will have to do." Emily shrugged, feigning indifference. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up and it felt like fireworks were going off all over her body. She couldn't stop smiling.
"Well, I think I could do even better." Naomi shuffled even closer, lips a hairsbreadth from Emily's. "Like this perhaps?" The closeness was maddening, it amazed her how close they could get to one another without actually touching. Her heart was thundering, echoing loudly in her ears, she wondered momentarily if Naomi could hear it. The thought dropped away when she felt Naomi exhale, a gust of air against her lips. She stared wonderingly up at Naomi's rapidly darkening eyes.
"Is this a dream?" She asked stupidly. Naomi's eyes slipped shut for a moment, like she was savouring something. It was fascinating, Emily wanted to reach out and trace the lines on her face. The eyes opened again before she could move her arm more than halfway up.
"God, I hope not." Naomi answered hoarsely, her hand coming up between them, tucking a strand of Emily's hair behind her ear. Emily shivered at the touch, leaning into it, surrendering to it.
"You're still not close enough." She murmured, finally letting herself grab on to the leather jacket, tugging Naomi even closer. She almost groaned at the feeling of Naomi's bare legs against her own, the familiarity of her shape pressed into her. In some ways it felt new, in others it felt like coming home. Her heart was racing, struggling to sync up with the one she could feel beating just as wildly as her own.
There were no more words to be said. The amused quirk of Naomi's eyebrow told her she wanted to respond to Emily's statement, but Emily simply silenced her with her lips.
The kiss was slow, soft, just a simple caress of lips. She could feel Naomi's hands twitching at her hips, drawing her closer, always closer. Emily let one of her own hands glide upwards to Naomi's neck and into her hair, holding her in place, not that it was needed, it didn't feel like Naomi was going anywhere. She was overheating by the time Naomi finally began kissing her properly, moaning when their tongues met, her knees almost giving out. She was hyperaware of the sounds surrounding her, the creaking of leather, the gentle rumble of the city in the background. And then there were the sounds Naomi was making, the quiet sighs she almost couldn't hear, but felt as her fingers skimmed Naomi's collar bone. The slight growl when she tugged gently at her hair, or scraped her nails over a certain spot on her neck. Breathing was becoming a serious issue though and she reluctantly pulled her lips away, opening eyes she wasn't even aware of closing.
"Still think it's a dream?" The voice was breathless, weak, but Naomi's eyes were burning, swallowing her whole. She shook her head, not able to find her voice, hoping her own eyes were burning half as bright.
She wanted to go back to the kissing, she wanted to bury her nose in Naomi's neck and just inhale, she wanted to feel more skin against her own. Thankfully, Naomi seemed to have similar ideas, her hands suddenly under Emily's t-shirt. Emily's response was to drag Naomi backwards with her, before tugging her lips back down to her own. By the time the back of her knees hit the bed, they were both shaking. Where she once would have flipped them around and simply thrown Naomi on to it, she now let herself be guided backwards and gently lowered.
It felt different now, nothing like it had used to be before. Before it had been animalistic, simply a way of getting off as fast and hard as possible, preferably multiple times. Naomi had tried a gentler approach once, tried taking it slower, Emily remembered actually fucking her into submission. Naomi had never tried a second time, seemingly content with the almost violent way they had fucked. The way Naomi's hand shook when she pushed the t-shirt up and off of Emily's body, the almost reverent way she looked at her, that told a completely different story. Her own notions of sex was that it was something to be used to control other people, to make them like her or do what she wanted, or that it simply was a way of getting off. All those reasons just fell away. This was about connecting, forgiveness and about love. She could feel all of it coming from Naomi in waves, overwhelming her.
Sitting up slightly, Naomi halfway straddling her, she pushed at the leather jacket. As sexy as it was on, it would look even better when it was off. Besides, she was craving the skin on skin contact, had been since they started this.
"Off" She muttered with a faint hint of a growl, hands already sliding against Naomi's shoulders, helping the process along.
Naomi sat up further to shrug out of the jacket completely. Emily surged forward, unable to help herself when she saw the way Naomi's back arched, kissing, licking, nipping at Naomi's neck. Reluctantly pulling away when Naomi tugged at her hair, dragging her mouth back up to her lips. Their mouths crashed together, tongues almost violently thrusting at each other, but Naomi's hands were drawing soft circles on Emily's back and Emily's own hands were just softly squeezing at Naomi's thighs. The bruising intensity of the kiss was eventually broken, mostly because of the gasp Naomi uttered when Emily raked her nails gently down her back.
"You're making me crazy." Naomi whispered against her neck, just as Emily tilted her head to give her better access. "Just absolutely insane." The mouth made its way downwards as Emily once again was lowered properly on to the bed.
"I can assure you that… oh fuck!" Lips closed over a nipple and Emily's felt her body arch upwards all on its own. "Jesus, you're good at that." She moaned, clutching Naomi's head closer, feeling her smirk in response. She bucked her hips up, making sure Naomi could feel just how much she really did mean her words, and was rewarded by a deep groan. The vibrations caused her to buck up again. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that they were both still wearing their underwear, she wanted the damn things off and she wanted them off now.
Naomi's skin was smooth under her fingers, she traced the muscles in her arms, the shoulder blade, raking her nails through her hair. She wanted to flip them over, to explore every inch of skin, but Naomi was doing sinful things to her body and she could only cling to her, hoping there was enough left of her when Naomi was done. Finally, Naomi dragged her hands down, toying with the waistband of Emily's underwear. She lifted her hips again, hoping Naomi would take the hint, but the touch lingered there and didn't seem to move. She let out half an annoyed huff, half a pleasured groan as Naomi bit down gently on her neck. Everywhere their skin touches burns deliciously, but it wasn't enough, she still wanted them both naked. She wanted to feel what she was doing to Naomi, wanted Naomi to feel fully what she was doing to her.
"I need you to…" She gasped, breaking off when she felt Naomi shift to hover above her, a thigh pressed against her just the right way. She wanted to practically hump that thigh until she came spectacularly. She forced her eyes open, finding herself shielded from the rest of the room by Naomi's hair, vaguely aware of the death grip she now had on the other woman's biceps. The intense way Naomi was looking at her, stole her breath.
"What do you need, Emily?" There was that wonderful smirk again, the one promising all the dirty, filthy things Naomi wanted to do to her. "More of this?" The thigh between Emily's legs flexed, pressed down just a little bit harder. The breath Emily had been holding rushed out of her. Naomi bent her head down, her nose grazing Emily's cheek, a light nip to her earlobe and that voice was purring in her ear. "Whatever you want, just tell me."
"Naked." Emily managed to gasp, eyes clasped shut. "I want you naked." Naomi exhaled heavily on to her neck, Emily could feel the air rushing out of her.
"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Naomi sighed in her ear. The admission cleared some of the fog in Emily's brain. She blindly reached for Naomi's hand, guiding it down in to her own underwear. She opened her eyes, using her other hand to make Naomi look at her. She tried conveying the trust she felt without words. Naomi's eyes were nearly black, there was just a small ring of blue left.
"If it's anything like what you do to me…" The moment Naomi's hand made contact, she shuddered almost violently. Naomi's eyes slipped shut above her, a deep moan spilling from her lips. "Take them off." She whispered. "Don't…" She released a gasp of her own when Naomi's fingers twitched slightly. "Don't make me beg." She felt Naomi's body faintly tremble under her fingertips, the slight coating of sweat already present. It felt amazing.
"I won't." Naomi answered, visibly steeling herself before removing her hand. Parts of her wanted to violently protest the removal, wanted to grab on harder to the arm she was already holding and shove it back into her underwear. To just demand that Naomi got on with the fucking and make her come already. The protests brewing in her was silenced with a light kiss to her lips and another to her shoulder as Naomi withdrew from her. On instinct, Emily followed her up and leant on her elbows to really look at Naomi. The sight in front of her was almost painfully beautiful, her hair in wild tangles, her skin shimmering slightly, her lips swollen. She wished she had a camera, but at the same time wanted nothing more than to be the only one to ever see this.
"So fucking gorgeous." She stated, not even aware of saying it out loud until she noticed the flush on Naomi's skin deepen as the words reached her ears.
"You're not so bad yourself." Naomi countered, her eyes roaming over Emily's body. It felt like a caress, every part Naomi's eyes landed on tingled in expectation. Emily hungrily watched as she took off her own underwear. She almost moaned when she felt hands move slowly up her ankles, tickling the undersides of her knees, continuing upwards. Lifting her hips, to allow Naomi to finally remove her last piece of clothing. She bit her lips in anticipation, opening her legs to Naomi. She watched as those already almost black eyes became even darker, the way a tongue came out to wet those already swollen lips and felt her body hum in response.
"Come here." She breathed after a while, reaching for Naomi, tugging her down on top of her. The feeling when their bodies finally met without any barriers, nearly short-circuited her brain. Naomi was everywhere, all she could feel. Still she wanted her closer, wanted more of her. She grabbed Naomi's hair, kissing her with all she had. The way their bodies met was almost enough, but at the same time it wasn't. She needed more, so much more.
"Jesus!" Naomi exclaimed when Emily managed to snake a hand between them and glide over her clit, breaking their kiss. Emily watched in fascination as Naomi's head flew back and her back arched. The muscles in her throat working, the steady beat of a pulse, the same pulse she could feel under her fingertips. "So not fair." Naomi groaned above her.
"What's not fair?" She smirked, suddenly more focussed on Naomi's pleasure then her own. Her fingertips drawing lazy circles on Naomi's back, mimicking the actions of the other hand. Naomi groaned in response, head falling forwards sharply, her hips bucking in time with the sensation. "Oh, you mean this." Emily let her fingers glide downwards, only faintly dipping in to her, stilling her motions completely. Naomi panted above her, hips undulating, clearly seeking friction. "How is this not fair?" Emily asked teasingly.
"Oh God." Naomi groaned, Emily waited until she lifted her head, until she actually saw Naomi's mouth open in protest and thrust into her at the exact same moment. The protest became a loud moan instead.
"Still think it's unfair?" She whispered into Naomi's ear, kissing her shoulder soothingly. Incoherent words flew out of Naomi's mouth, a non-stop string of swearing following closely. She could feel how close she was, feel the tension between Naomi's shoulder blades, the fluttering around her fingers. Her arm was already burning, the angle being all wrong. She forgot all about it when Naomi's hand suddenly came into contact with her own clit.
"I think…" Naomi panted. "I think we're even now" She managed to get out, replicating Emily's motions. The sensations were almost too much, Emily was vaguely aware of her rhythm faltering a bit, before picking it up again. "I want…" Naomi continued, struggling to form words.
Emily didn't blame her, she didn't think she'd be able to string together anything not containing the words: harder, faster, right there and maybe a few encouraging, well timed, swear words.
"Together." Naomi grunted. "I want… together." Emily's mind sluggishly processed the request, before she moaned something that could be taken for agreement. Naomi shifted above her, allowing Emily more access and herself a bit more leverage.
"So close." She gasped. Her world was narrowed, containing only feelings and sensations. The slide of skin against skin, the sounds Naomi was making, the feel of fingers so amazingly moving inside her, Naomi's mouth near her ear. It was like she was just soaking up all these impressions and it just kept building inside her. The feeling was nearly unbearable, almost too much.
Naomi didn't have to answer, at least not verbally, her body was practically screaming her reply at Emily. The hand on her breast tightened seemingly of its own accord, she felt the muscles in Naomi's arm flexing, could feel herself tightening around those glorious fingers. Naomi must have felt it too, because the next thing she knew, Naomi's teeth sunk almost painfully into her shoulder. The action made her twitch, made her curl one hand and drag the other up Naomi's back, almost hard enough to break skin. She felt Naomi tense even more, almost freezing above her. It made her redouble her efforts to push her over the edge.
"Let go, Naomi…" She panted, not really knowing where she got the strength to even talk. "I'm right behind you, I swear… Let go, I got you." It was like this was what Naomi had been waiting for, she came with a high pitched keening moan. Emily came maybe a breath later, an answering cry in her lips. The feeling of being overwhelmed, finally let go. All she was left with, was a general feeling of love, peace and happiness. She could feel Naomi still shaking on top of her, having collapsed totally when she came. The weight felt reassuring, like it was anchoring her in reality. She gently caressed Naomi's back, waiting for her to come around, to look at her.
"I love you." The words were quiet, gentle, if they hadn't been spoken almost directly into her ear she would have missed it entirely. She might have even mistaken it for a sigh. "So much." Naomi rolled off her slightly, rearranging herself, they were still touching everywhere.
"I love you too." Emily breathed back, she couldn't stop running her hands over every trace of skin she could find, couldn't stop the many kisses she dropped at any place she could reach. She wondered why they had never done this before, why they had never toned it down so much before, but she recognized that it was probably her own fault. She hadn't wanted to get too close, hadn't wanted to make herself vulnerable. She didn't feel vulnerable though, she felt absolutely amazing.
The exhaustion hit her like a freight train, suddenly and head on. It didn't help that Naomi was currently drawing random patterns on her stomach. The weeks of next to no sleep was catching up to her in no time. Yawning quite loudly, she snuggled deeper into Naomi's embrace, trying to get closer to the warmth Naomi was radiating.
"Are you cold?" Naomi whispered, moving away from her. Emily voiced her protest of the warmth leaving with a slight whine, too tired to actually speak. Grabbing at Naomi's waist, trying to drag her back to her. "Shh, I'm right here, I'm just going to move you so we can get under the blankets." The arms came back around her, lifting her up like she was a ragdoll. If she hadn't been so damn tired she knew she would have been instantly ready to go again at that little display of strength.
"Love you." She murmured into Naomi's neck, lips automatically delivering a kiss there. Her neck tasted salty, she wished desperately that she wasn't utterly exhausted. "So tired, sorry…" She yawned again. "We're not done, I want to…" Another yawn.
"It's alright, you just sleep. We have plenty of time…" She felt herself being lowered on to the bed, blankets coming up to cover her.
"Stay." She mumbled "Stay with me." She was vaguely aware of the room getting darker, as if someone were closing the drapes, before the bed dipping and a rush of air told her that Naomi had gotten under the covers too.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Again Emily burrowed into Naomi's warmth, feeling utterly exhausted, but content. Finally sleep came, without her having to fight for it. The last thing she remembered was Naomi murmuring words in her ear. The words blended in to each other, following her into her dreams.
-C.S-
I swear, these characters have a life of their own sometimes (read; all the time!) and then there are chapters like these, this part was supposed to be around 2k words at the most... Oh well, are any of you complaining? (Again, Es... Don't answer that.) Thanks to Stunty for that little tidbit about the juliette balcony, I had originally a whole conversation around it, but that turned out all forced and wrong, so...
Ah yes, feel free to yell about hiatuses and stuff in a review.