Title: Not the Same
Author: D (pleasefuckoff)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. :[ So don't rub it in.
Author's Note: More action. Sorry. I'm a pervert.
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I wake up before her. I always do. Emily's a late sleeper and if there's no one to wake her up, or no one around, I'm sure she could hibernate for at least a month. She's really like a bear, you see. Emily Fitch eats like a supermodel who just lost her job and sleeps like a hobo with a life supply of alcohol. I really wish she would just let it out sometimes and put some people in their place (people I won't mention directly).
There's quite a bit of time before school, even if we have to go to Emily's this morning, so I just watch her, propped up on my elbow, with my free hand tracing the slope of her shoulder upt to her ear and back down. I'm mesmerized.
Honestly, I didn't think she was going to wake up, but she does just a few minutes after. Her eyes are squinty and still heavy from sleep. Her voice is croaky and groggy when she smiles up and says my name. "Naomi." I smile back. I really do love how she says my name. It's unlike... anything.
"Morning." I say softly, planting a kiss on her forehead. She grins cutely and nuzzled her face into my neck as if I've done or said something that's embarrassed her and giggles quietly like there's a secret to be told.
"Morning." She whispers back. The only reason I can hear her is because her face is close to my ear. I feel her arms wrap around me and hug me. It feels nice. I could get used to this. It'll feel new everyday, but I could get used to this new feeling every fucking day. "Naomi." She says again with a smile.
Laughing, I pull back so I can see her face. She's stifling a smile the adorable way she does, her lips pursing down like she's determined not to let the corners of her mouth rise up into a proper smile. "Yes, Emily?" I ask her in the most formal way I can muster. She looks at me and shrugs. I give her a confused look, but she just shrugs again.
"I like sayng your name." She confesses without looking at me, holding onto that suppressed smile. I think she knows that I like hearing her say it. Nothing really compares. "Naomi." She says again and I laugh some more.
"You're very annoying." I only half mean it, and Emily knows that too. She just nods like it's something matter-of-fact.
"It's morning." She says as she rolls on her back to stretch a bit. I try to sneakily watch her from the corner of my eye as her naked body slips out from under the covers just a bit. She catches me though and it makes me blush.
"Yes it is." I say back to her, looking away now and a little self conscious of my own lack of clothing.
"There's school today." She continues, yawning a bit like she's still tired. I can't imagine how she can still sleep, but then again, like I said, she's like a bear. It's freaky, really.
"Yes there is." I reply again, not understanding what she's getting at. It's nothing I couldn't draw my own conclusions to.
"You're here." I frown. Of course I'm here. But then again, I think she may be referring to my previous fantastically amazing awe-inspiring disappearing acts the other few times we've... ahem... had... well... sex. It is sex isn't it? Sort of? I mean there wasn't any strapons... or oils. Anyway, Houdini would be impressed. Not with the sex, of course, with the disappearing.
"Still." She rolls over to face me again, so close I can feel her chest barely touching mine. It makes me gasp. I nod, trying to play it cool. Play it cool. Play it cool. Calm. Calm down. Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. Margaret Thatc-
I roll my eyes trying to pretend I'm annoyed with her once again because I feel so foreign, so beside myself. Naomi Campbell does not feel the feelings she's feeling right this very second. Feelings of lust and shyness and need. Feelings of... love? "Of course I am."
"With me." I watch her eyes darken and her voice lower. Emily Fitch does not know the power she holds over me. Deep breaths. In. Out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm down. Play it cool.
I smile to her, trying to lighten the mood as she scoots closer still to me. "Are you practicing the fine art of stating the obvious this morni-"
Her leg slips between mine and brushes firmly up against my center. I bit my lips instantly and forget what I was going to say. "And you're wet." Emily says with a smile, her hands reaching down to my hips. The begin a slow grind against her soft thigh and my breath hitches.
Who would have thought that Emily Fitch would be so insatiable, so devious, so... so oh god. So good. Who would have fucking thought. Her lips crash against mine and my hands grip at her upper arms, trying to anchor myself as she rolls on top of me. One hand falls to prop herself on the bed as the other continues to push me onto her thigh. Her thigh that now has a delicious amount of leverage between my legs.
"Oh god, Emily." I choke out and I don't know where it comes from, but I'm too far gone to complain. Her hand is off of my hip and I groan in frustration when I feel her remove her thigh from its pressure against me. With heaving breaths, I try and stay calm. I know Emily's not going to just leave me like this. I don't think she would.
She doesn't. Her free hand drifts down and slowly runs up and down the crevace where my thigh and hips meet. Then down on the inside of my thigh at it's junction, making me inhale sharply. She's so close to where I need her when she stops. Her hand doesn't move forward, but doesn't move back. And she looks at me intently. I can't find myself to close my eyes and neither does she as she leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back eagerly, watching as her pupils dilate when I feel her enter me, gingerly, with one finger. Just one. And Jesus nothing ever felt so good.
Her finger is moving at a slow pace as she leans back so she can have a look at me. I let her look. I will let her do whatever she pleases if she would move her finger faster because Jesus this pace is driving me fucking mad. I try to bear my hips down on her harder. I need more and she can give me so much more. She can have me thrashing and screaming. I know it's her intention, but I'm so frustrated because she's not doing any of that now. We both know what she can do to me. I whimper in frustration and bite my lip as her finger continues it slow fuck inside of me.
"Emily." I whisper wantonly and it makes her groan. Suddenly, her lips are on my neck, her thumb is on my clit and it adds an entire octave on everything I'm feeling. It's still slow, but it's so good. I close my eyes to the sensation as I feel her tongue trace the shell of my ear.
I feel the fullness as suddenly she fills me with two fingers. I moan so loudly, I'm my mum's heard it, but I don't care. That is the last thing I could care about right now as I my hands reach around to Emily's back. God the things she does to me. I've never let anyone do to me the things she's done to me. No girl. No boy even.
I flood with even more wetness when I think about last night. When I had to do everything in my power not to just grind myself against her face. How I had to ball my hands into fists onto the bedsheets when I couldn't take her teasing anymore and placed them on the back of her head. And how she smiled up at me and murmured 'It's okay' against me, taking my hand and moving it back onto the back of her head. Or the way her tongue felt as it pulsed against my throbbing clit. Or how her fingers curled up against me like the way she is now. Jesus. Jesus Christ.
As I arch up into her fingers, Emily kisses the shit out of me. I can feel my fingers digging into her back, leaving indentations in their wake. I don't know I'm doing it it so much as I feel it happening. All I can do is feel. I feel everything. I can feel the way her lips press against me and teeth nipping at me.
So close. I'm so close and it's like she knows because she's fucking me. I can feel the muscles in her back flex. I can feel my walls contract around her fingers. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Jesus.
When I come, I can smell Emily's light perfume and the heady scent of her sweat. I can hear myself scream. I can taste her on my lips. I can fucking see stars. I can feel my entire body as if it had just exploded and all I am left is dust floating in the air. And it feels fucking good. Oh Jesus. Sex is so much better when someone loves you.
Oh shit. Love? Does she? Does Emily love me?
She smiles her innocent smile as she begins to do the most not innocent of things. Her lips wrap lightly around her finger and I watch her suck on it. Exhausted as I am, I'm getting wet again just at the sight. When she's done, it's not what she's done that sticks in my mind. It's the way she looks up in my eyes. Love. It's there.
Oh my god.
I think Emily Fitch loves me.
