It has taken me a bit to get this chapter up and it was certainly not what I was expecting...as they say 'one thing led to another' and all that jazz. So here we are...
When I looked at my story plan, I felt I needed to do this...now...and stop them pussyfooting around and just...*BANG* before they spontaneously combust into a million pieces.
I have a few inside jokes in this chapter...obviously Melbourne...because I am from Australia of course. And the small fact that I am about as straight as a ruler (perhaps a bent ruler after this chapter!), so writing this smutty affair was certainly new terrain for me. But as a wise fragrantlily once told me "girls know what other girls like...because they're girls".
I seriously would like to know what draws supposedly "straight" (and engaged mind you) girls into the Naomily world (it can't all be about the love, drama, angst and passion)...I am sure we all have a fantasy involving one Miss Emily Fitch...and Naomi Campbell of course!
Anyway on with the show then...hope you...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins or the characters, but this is my Naomily story xx
Chapter Twelve
~ Naomi
What do they say 'a watched pot never boils'? Well clearly a watched phone never rings…
The short drive home from dropping off Emily was perhaps a little…lonely. The only 'company' I had was my music and the thought of Emily in those jeans on the journey home…oh and the kiss…always the kiss. Emily Fitch REALLY knows how to kiss and she really knows how to wear a pair of jeans…at least that much I know!
I must have been so completely lost in thought as I don't even remember pulling up in the driveway, getting out of the car and walking up to the front door of my own house (okay well vhouse). The sound of a car alarm sounding down the street must have snapped me out of my dazed state, as I soon became aware of the fact that I was home…and I needed keys…
"Fuck…where are my keys?" mumbling to myself aloud. Right…the car. I left them in the ignition. *Smacks head* seriously the way that girl takes over my brain (not to mention my body), makes me wonder sometimes. After seeing Emily some days, I am pretty sure I'd leave my head somewhere if it wasn't permanently attached to my body.
A few minutes later when I was able to actually let myself into my own house, I found myself standing in the kitchen, fridge door wide open, contemplating what I was going to have for dinner. "Hmmm…" Fuck I don't know…there is nothing in here…well nothing that I actually feel like cooking anyway. Might go have a bath first, will give me time to think about Emi…no Naomi dinner d-i-n-n-e-r. Alright then keep your shirt on, it might give me a chance to figure out what the fuck I want for dinner…happy?
After almost overflowing the bath…I must have left my brain downstairs in the kitchen…I undressed and lowered myself in into the warm water, bubbles and foam lapping at the sides. Ahhh…I thought…this is just…ahhh. Sitting still in the bath allowed me to clear the depths of my mind and just relax…to be honest I didn't think of anything. Sometimes it's nice not to think, even just for a little bit.
Thirty minutes later, wrinkled to a prune, I got out of the bath, pulled the plug, wrapped myself in a towel and went in search of a fresh change of clothes. Riffling through my chest of drawers I pulled out a pair of knickers (no need for a bra when you live alone), my red and black tartan pajama bottoms and of course my favorite shirt…it has a cute little pig on it.
"Ah ha…pizza…" finally deciding on a dinner choice…one that delivered of course, whilst pulling on the last of my clothes.
I headed down stairs to locate my phone, I think I left it on the hall stand, didn't I? Yes of course you did, jesus Naomi. Snatched it out of my bag and dialed the local pizza shop.
"Hi…yes…delivery please…Campbell...corner of Dunkerry and Alfred Roads, Bristol… Can I please get a medium crust, Margarita with Prosciutto please and a sour dough garlic roll? Yep…excuse me…did you just say 2 hours? You're not kidding…oh okay…yeah…*sigh*…that's fine. Thank you *eye roll* goodbye."
Two fucking hours? What do they have to mill the flour themselves? Who waits two fucking hours for a bloody pizza? Well I do of course. Couldn't be fucked driving like 10 minutes to pick one up, besides I am not like wasting away here and if I get peckish there are always Garibaldis in this house. Wandering over to the couch, plonking myself face down into the mountain of cushions, loudly sighing into the fabric. Although the sound was muffled, I'm sure the neighbours would have been able to hear me… "fucking pizza…"
An hour passed by, and my stomach was finally starting to grumble 'feed me', but I decided to hold off on reaching for the Garibaldis…I did order a whole pizza after all. Now lying on my back, attention caught between the cracked paint on the ceiling and the television set, I picked up the remote and began flicking through the channels to find something decent to watch. It was a toss-up between Hollyoaks and Big Bang Theory…but I really didn't feel like watching either, so I muted the TV and threw the remote across the room in frustration. The remote ended up hitting the wall causing the case to open and batteries to fall out, flying in different directions.
I knew exactly what I was doing, whether I was looking at my phone or not…I was willing it to ring. I wanted to hear her sweet husky voice on the other end of the line. I picked up the phone and stared at it, watching the digits on the clock click over one by one and then it actually did ring. My heart fluttered for a moment before slight disappointment set in, seeing the Caller ID.
"Oh hey Eff, what's up?"
"Expecting someone else, where we?"
"Fuck off Effy. What's up? I thought you had your usual Monday planned?" By usual Monday, we both knew exactly what that meant…therapy. Effy had been going to therapy for years to try and help her 'control' her depression. To be honest, I always thought she didn't need it. She was fine talking to me. Always open and stuff, even about the dark stuff, but she did go religiously each week to keep her parents happy. It was either that or be shipped off to some clinic in London.
"Nah Doc cancelled…sick apparently. Good for me though hey?"
I couldn't help but think of Effy slipping something into the fine doctor's drink to avoid another therapy session, but soon pushed the thought aside; Effy isn't like that…normally.
"Yeah I guess. Anyways you want to come over? I'm bored and my pizza is going to take another hour to get here. Do you believe there was a two hour wait on Giovanni's tonight?!"
"Fuck two hours? Naoms, you could have walked there and back and got it faster"
"Yeah I know, just not in the mood tonight"
"Mood hey? Nothing to do with what happened to Emily?"
"Emily? Who said anything about Emily? Hang on…what to you mean what happened to Emily?"
"Oh fuck…I thought she would have said something, and considering Katie is out looking for her…"
"…looking for her why Effy?!" She was really starting to freak me out with this worrying talk of Emily.
"Oh so I take it you don't know then?"
"Don't know what Elizabeth?!"
"Ah Emily…um…came out to her parents tonight…"
"She…what?!" She still wasn't…sure…I mean was under the impression that she thought she might be gay…but never sure thing about it. I mean I wasn't one hundred percent sure that I was even gay.
"Came out…like you know come out, came out"
"For fucks sake Effy, I'm blonde not stupid. I know what coming out is. Is she…okay?"
"Well I figured she was with you or had at least spoken to you. Katie is a bit worried and is out looking for her. Apparently there was a big fight at the Fitch house and Emily walked out. Katie has been trying to call her, but her phone must be off. She checked the apartment too but she isn't there either."
At that moment, fear started to set in. I was scared for her; scared for Emily. Not just because she had come out and it backfired, but the fact she was missing. Heck I was scared. If she had her phone off and wasn't at the apartment, I had no idea where she would be. And her moped is broken…fuck…I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"Naomi? It will be alright okay?"
"What?...It's nothing…I'm *sniff* fine…Emily will be alright, wont she Eff?"
"Look Emily will be fine…maybe she just went for a walk or something. I am sure she will call when she is ready. Look I'll leave you to it, if she calls can you get her to call Katie? She is a down right mess."
"Yeah sure. Look I…ah…gotta go, I think the…pizza man is here"
"…I thought you had another hour to wait…" I ended the call mid-sentence, I just couldn't talk anymore. I needed to breathe…alone. Obviously Effy picked up on the abrupt end of call (of course the pizza man wasn't here yet, who was I kidding?), as I received a text immediately after.
I know you are upset, but you didn't have to hang up on me! Look I'm here if you need me
Sorry Eff
Don't sweat it Naoms. Take care of yourself
I waited a few minutes, thumbling with my phone, trying to will it to ring or at least build up the courage to try and make a call on the damn thing. I knew it was a longshot, but I had to try; I had to know if she was okay. Inhaling deeply and then holding my breath, I dialed Emily's number and waited for the call to connect.
"Hey it's Emily. Look I'm not here right now so please leave a message after the beep…thank you!"
Voicemail. I hung up before leaving a message and the tears that had been welling up, began to fall. I must have cried for like ten minutes before pulling myself together. I leapt up from the couch, gathered the spread out components of the remote, rubbing the tears away from my cheeks with the back of my hand. Breathing deeply, and flopping back to the couch, I put the remote back together and pointed it at the TV. Changing the channel once again, this time settling on a re-run of Keeping Up Appearances (does this show ever get old?). It wasn't long before I heard a knock at the door…pizza…
I grabbed my wallet and opened the door.
"You're not pizza?"
~ Emily ~
Rain, rain fucking rain…Bristol sunny one minute raining the next…What is this fucking Melbourne?
When I left my parents, I didn't really think about where I was going. All I knew at the time was, get the fuck out of there and get away from…her. I can't believe it, my own mother doesn't want me; doesn't accept me. I just don't get it, I'm still the same person; I'm still Emily.
When I left the house, I shut off my phone and pushed it into my back pocket; everyone could just leave me the fuck alone. I was walking for about twenty minutes before the rain started to fall; quite heavily mind you. I sat at a nearby bus stop attempting to wade it out. Sure enough, I knew it wasn't going to let up anytime soon, so I thought, fuck it…I'm already wet anyway. So I walked…and walked and kept walking.
Not sure of my destination, I just let my feet take me to wherever they were going to. With my feet guiding me, my mind went into overdrive. At first I was upset, but soon enough the tears cleared and anger set in. I was so angry. Not just angry at…her…but angry with myself. Why was I so careless? Why did I not think about the consequences of my actions? Why did I have to kiss Naomi, then and there? I already knew the answer to that question, and sure enough, I stopped blaming myself because no matter what had happened with my family, I would go back and do it all over again. I love her…I love Naomi fucking Campbell and she is a girl and I am gay, so what? I'm happy.
I walked around aimlessly for about an hour…shivering...with no sense of direction, until I realised my feet knew exactly where I was going. Somehow I ended up on Naomi's doorstep. It was a fair walk, especially with the pounding rain. I was exhausted; physically and emotionally drained.
Knowing how I must look, after a rush of emotions, I took a deep breath and knocked as confidently on the door as I could.
After a few moments, Naomi answered the door, looking up to me with wide eyes and a confused expression plastered across her face, "You're not pizza?"
I couldn't hold myself up anymore, I couldn't pretend I was okay when I'm not. I collapsed into her body and must have caught her by surprise, as we both fell to the floor holding each other.
"Emily, are you alright? Talk to me please?"
I couldn't open my mouth. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything. I had lost all function of my mind and body. I was a shell. A shell beginning to crack under the pressure. As if Naomi knew, she just held me in the doorway, rain spluttering our faces. I realised then, it was still raining, I was soaked, "*sniff* I'm sorry Naoms, I've made you all wet…I'm such a mess…I didn't even think…"
"…It's fine Ems. Come on, let's get you inside and dry." She helped me up and closed the front door, all while holding me tightly and whispering comforting words in my ear. The shivers subsided now I was inside, but it was Naomi that seemed to warm me up.
Naomi led me upstairs to the bathroom, basically dragging me along as I still couldn't keep myself upright on my own feet. She sat me down on the closed toilet seat and ran a warm bath for me. I just sat there watching her; watching her take care of me. She was being so wonderful and she wasn't even trying; she just was…Naomi.
When the bath was full, Naomi grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard and placed it on the sink, "take as long as you need. I'll be back shortly okay?"
I nodded, trying to hold back even more tears. This time the tears were because of how beautiful she was and how loved she made me feel. She kissed the top of my wet hair, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I wasn't even thinking when I got into the warm bath fully clothed; it was just easier that way. I felt the heat of the water seep into my clothes and sooth my shivering skin. I'm not sure how long I was sitting there but eventually I heard a knock at the door, "Ems, are you okay?"
"Yeah…can you come in?" It was barely a whisper that came out of my mouth, but I knew she heard.
She slowly opened the door, adverting her eyes in to what she expected to see, pizza box in hand.
"It's okay Naoms…you can look."
She awkwardly lowered her eyes to meet mine and obviously realised I was still fully clothed, as her stance seemed to relax, shoulder dropping slightly. She walked over and sat down next to the bath crossing her legs.
"Want a slice?" holding up the box.
Thinking of what I had been forced to eat for dinner, I nodded and took a slice of pizza. Showing a fraction of the gratitude I felt towards her, I offered her a smile that I wanted to say everything that I was feeling at the moment. We sat in silence sharing the pizza, just looking into each other's eyes.
"Effy called me earlier. Katie has been out searching for you…she's…worried"
I swallowed the last bite of pizza, "so…you know then?"
She nodded, but didn't say anything more. It's like she knows me so well and just lets me…be. We finished off the pizza and Naomi got up to find me a change of dry clothes. She came back into the bathroom with a pair of tartan pajama pants (like hers but yellow and brown) and a plan blue tee. She helped me out of the bath and turned around while I undressed. Once I was wrapped in my towel, I walked around in front of her and gave her a big hug and whispered "thank you" into her ear.
"What for?"
"Being here…"
She gently lifted by chain and looked deeply into my eyes, "always Ems. For you…always." Then she captured my lips in hers in a light but ever so heartwarming kiss. I remembered I was in a towel and under which I was completely naked. I shivered unconsciously at the thought and it was almost as if she read my mind as she slowly broke away leaving the room.
I got dressed into Naomi's pajamas. The tee was a little big but cozy and the pants were a little long, so I had to roll up the legs so I wouldn't trip over. I gathered up my soaked clothes trying to wring them out best I could. Opening the door to find Naomi leant up against the wall down the hallway. She reached out taking my wet clothes in one hand and mine in the other, leading me back down stairs. She pulled out a chair in the kitchen and made me sit down, before exiting the room to where I assumed the laundry was.
I had never been this far into Naomi's house. The last time I was here we didn't get further than inside the front door…when…when we shared that amazing kiss. I lost myself for a moment reminiscing that kiss and the one we just shared upstairs. I didn't hear Naomi re-enter the kitchen, and jumped when she spoke.
"What are you smiling about Emily?"
I didn't realise that I was.
"Nothing…well no that's not true…I was reminiscing about the last time I was here. Well not here as I never got past the front door," I couldn't help but giggle at that. It made me feel much better being her, with Naomi.
As if a light bulb went off in her pretty little head, she smiled widely, "Oh…yeah." She paused for a moment as if recounting the moment we shared only a few days ago, "…tea?"
"Please"
With kettle boiled, it wasn't long until we both held a steaming cup of tea in one hand and our spare hands joined, resting on the table. Again we sat in silence, but it was like we were having a meaningful conversation without any words. It was…easy. It felt…right.
~ Naomi ~
We had curled up on the couch after our cuppa and it didn't take long for Emily to fall asleep in my arms. Almost instantly I remembered that Katie was probably worried sick about her sister.
I fished out my phone from my pocket, trying to not wake poor Emily and shot off a quick text to Effy.
Emily is at mine. Please text Katie and let her know she is okay. Maybe best not tell her where I live…I think Ems needs space.
Effy's reply was almost instantaneous
Thanks Naoms, keep her safe and remember she needs you
That she does I thought, but then again, I think I need her more. I was slowly drifting off to sleep, feeling my eyelids getting heavy. I shook my head and whispered to Emily, "Come on, let's go to bed okay."
She roused just enough for me to help her stand and help her up to my room. I guided her into my bed and lay down beside her. She instantly snuggled in to my shoulder, wrapping her arm across my stomach. In what seemed like seconds we were consumed by a deep slumber.
What the fuck is that noise? Fucking beeping or something…oh the alarm.
Instinctively reaching out to my bedside table, I whacked the snooze button and slowly opened my eyes to the morning light. I felt a small movement beside me that scared the crap out of me. I took me a minute to remember that Emily had stayed last night, at which point my body relaxed…knowing I was safe with her. I'm not used to sharing a bed with someone, especially my bed.
Emily had rolled over to the other side of the bed, curled up in a small ball under the covers; her vibrant red locks the only thing showing out the top of the duvet, spayed out across the pillow. I smiled and rolled over behind her, slightly spooning her under the covers. She felt warm and relaxed, quite a turnaround from how she ended up on my doorstep last night.
*Yawn*
Work was really the last thing on my mind today, but it was one of those things you couldn't avoid forever…unfortunately. I sat up, stretching out my arms and yawned again silently. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, just about to get up when I heard "stay" whispered from the redheaded beauty at my side. Without a second thought, I got back under the covers and curled up into Emily once more. I could do this forever; lay here with Emily, hold her, love her. She stirred at the contact of her back on my front. I felt her about to snuggle back into me then, as if she had better ideas, she rolled over, opened those big brown eyes and huffed in the sexiest morning voice I have ever heard, "I can't go to work today…I just can't. Can I… stay here?"
I shuddered but what choice really did I have? Who could say no to that? To her; to Emily. "Of course. Do you want me to… stay with you?"
"…You would do that?" eyes growing wide with surprise.
I lightly blinked my eyes, as my lips curled into a grin "Emily what to I keep telling you…anything…I would do anything for you…I mean that."
She smiled that cute little Emily Fitch smile which melted my heart, and drew me in for a kiss. It started off soft and unhurried; our mouths dancing a slow and sensual waltz. Soon morphing into a deep, demanding kiss, with the opening of my mouth and the inevitable slipping in of Emily's tongue. I rolled into her pulling her closer to me. She sucked at my bottom lip, urging me on…and boy did it urge me on. I felt my whole body getting hot. The massaging of our tongues and clicking of our teeth sent shivers radiating throughout my body. Before I knew it I couldn't control my actions…
I lifted myself up on top of her, straddling her and cupping her beautiful face. I kissed her hard; I meant it. I wanted her so badly, but I had no clue what I was doing. As if complying to whatever it was I'm sure we were about to do, Emily's hands moved up my body under my shirt. Her smooth hands connecting with the skin of my back. I could feel the tingle on my skin underneath her touch.
Pulling away, I opened my eyes to be met by her gorgeous chocolate brown ones. She nodded in silent surrender and bit her lip.
"Emily...are you…sure?"
"Yes…never been more sure of anything or anyone in my life."
A (hopefully) sexy smirk grew across my lips, I nodded in response and seized her lips once more with my own, moving my hands down her sides, coming to rest on either side of her hips. I felt nervous and I'm sure it showed, but Emily deliberately connected her hands with mine, and pulled me closer to her; directly on top of her. I could feel her against my body; feel her through our clothes and it spurred me on…and oh…did it spur me on… I was beginning to learn more about one Miss Emily Fitch…if only I knew just how much more…
I brought my hands up to her shoulders and drew my lips away from hers, trailing light kisses down her jaw onto her neck. She naturally rolled her neck to the side, allowing me full access to her deliciously smooth neck. I started caressing her neck with my lips, slowly adding my tongue. Her breath hitched…I must have hit a sweet spot there. So I lightly nibbled in the same spot and she hummed beneath my teeth. I lightly sucked at her pulse point and felt her swallow hard.
I didn't even realise she had her hands on my arse until she squeezed, sending tingles down below. If it was possible to want her any more, she made me so hot; I just had to ravish her. I pulled away from her neck, connecting our lips once more. I drove my tongue into her mouth to show how serious I was about wanting her; all of her. She responded by moaning directly into my mouth, followed be a playful bite against my bottom lip and a tight pinch on my bottom, "fuck Emily…I…I...I want you…now."
I broke away and hesitation flowed through me as I met her gaze. I don't think I have ever been so nervous in my life, but I knew I wanted to be with her, no matter what.
She looked at me in a way that I really couldn't explain, but I knew it was somehow what she wanted too. She stared at me for not a moment more, "Then take me."
And so I did. As if my hands had a mind of their own, they eased down her shoulders and came to rest on her perfectly shaped breasts. I'm glad she wasn't wearing a bra and the only fabric between my hands and her nipples was the borrowed tee…and that…had to go. I leant backwards pulling her up with me, discarding her (my) shirt in one swift motion. Laying her gently back down on the bed, I sat back, still straddling her, my eyes growing wide at sight of her flawless pert breasts.
"Wow" I swallowed, "you are so fucking hot Emily Fitch."
She giggled, but let out a deep gasp when I bent down and began placing soft kisses on her chest. I was hesitant at first, but once I got over myself, I returned my hands to her perfectly round creamy white mounds and started to massage them in my hands. The motion made her shudder beneath me, not to mention sending hungry signals further down into my own body. Her boobs were soft, but nipples hard. They weren't particularly large, but they fit into the palm of my hands almost perfectly; like I was meant to hold them, squeeze them, and play with them. I brushed my thumbs over her slightly erect nipples, teasing her. She whimpered and I looked up at her, to find her eyes wide and growing darker by the second.
Still lightly rubbing her breasts, and staring into her eyes she pleaded, "kiss me Naomi." And kiss her I did, but to both our surprise I didn't capture her lips in mine. I placed an opened mouthed kiss on her left breast, whilst tracing circles on the other. If I thought her nipples were hard before, I was very very mistaken. I sucked and licked and gnawed, causing her to tremble and groan. I was slowly beginning to understand what made her tick with each stroke of my tongue against her bare chest.
I ran my tongue over the valley in between and paused. I looked up to her eyes pleading with me. She cried out breathlessly with her husky voice, "please…don't…stop…" making my skin prickle at how sexily she spoke.
I stared directly at her and breathed "wasn't going to" before crashing my lips hard against hers. Sucking at her bottom lip. I pulled away, hearing a howl of frustration that was soon muffled as initiated contact with her right breast. Again sucking and licking. This time I swirled my tongue around her nipple…mmm she definitely liked that.
Now brimming with a new found confidence, I lowered my hands down her body coming to the waistband of her (again, my) pajama bottoms. I looked up into her eyes once more to be met with a hunger for me to continue. I grabbed at the pajama bottoms and pulled them down. I had forgotten that she wasn't wearing any knickers underneath and I gasped in shock. There she lay beneath me totally and utterly…naked. I leaned back, admiring her form. I trailed my eyes from her flame red hair, to her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, cute button nose and thin red lips. I cast my eyes over her features as I lingered to her prefect breasts, I had been tending to but moments ago, to her flat stomach, to her bare...bare…*gulp*…patch between her legs.
I was stunned…unsure of what to do next…I mean…I was a girl…but fuck I didn't know what I was doing or what to do. Sensing my hesitation, Emily took my hand in hers and directed it down her stomach, bringing them between her legs. I trembled as my fingers came in contact with her wet heat.
"You're…You're…so wwwet Emily…" stuttering, my mouth growing dry.
She bit her lip, her voice more intensely husky, "Mmhmm…because…because of you Naoms. All because of you."
She left my hand between her legs and retracted hers to her sides. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them and staring back at her. I watched her as she surrendered to my hand cupping her, fingers slowly encircling her entrance.
"Fuck me, Naomi!"
"Okay…" I exclaimed with as much confidence as I could muster and slipped my index finger into her wetness. She moaned aloud and grabbed at the sheets. I think I must have moaned too, because even my hand, my finger were having an effect on my…and they were in…they were…inside her; inside my dear sweet Emily.
I could feel her around my finger; around my hand. Using my finger, I stroked her folds and explored this new terrain. I could feel Emily start to rock her lowered body into my hand…I knew she wanted… "more?" I knew I was teasing but the look she gave me in response was…priceless…fucking hot too.
I added another finger inside and started pulsing in and out of her, as she rocked back and forth. She moaned loudly…like VERY loudly…and I was doing that to her…it was…amazing. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this, so I pressed my thumb against her clit and she shivered beneath me. I picked up the pace, getting into a good rhythm with my fingers and flickering my thumb, and I could feel her getting…tighter around my fingers.
I lifted my gaze to be met with her extremely dark…no black…eyes staring back at me with full conviction.
"I want you to look at me…I want to see you when you…come" I couldn't help it, I had her (literally) in my hand and I wanted her to know it was me making her feel this way.
She nodded, biting her lip so hard I thought it might bleed. I kept my eyes on hers, quickening the pace of my two straight fingers inside her and the swirling of my thumb over her clit. I could feel her clamping down around my fingers…I knew she was close to the edge.
"Oh…oh…OH…OHH…FUCK NAOMI…FUCK…FUCK...I'M GONNA…I'M GONNA…..AAHHHHHHHHH….YES…YES…YES!"
She screamed the house down as she glared into my eyes as she came…hard. The way she looked at me when she came was…magical…It was like a bolt of electricity flashed across her eyes and that's when I knew…I mean…really knew… "I love you Emily…" oh fuck *mental fucking slap*
"I know…but I love you more"
Soooo...what do you think for a "lesbian-smut" virgin?
