I'm going to post this now because I'll be busy for the rest of the week. I hope you'll like it.
"Are you okay?" Emily's voice came out raw and low. She leans her back against the wall, suddenly tired and spent, Naomi's hands that are holding on to her tits dropping as she did. Emily's arm is burning from the exertions it did earlier, her heart seemed like it doubled in size pumping up hot blood that she could very much feel running through her veins.
Naomi just stands in front of her, her cheeks blotchy pink, her mouth partially opened delivering ragged breath, a sheen of sweat spreads over her skin. She does not answer and Emily fears that this has done it for the blonde; that it was too much, that she will go upstairs, pack her things and leave never to be seen again.
"Naomi," she says her name, her voice desperate for any reaction, be it good or bad, anything just not to leave her out of the dark.
Please say something, anything.
When the blonde did nothing to reply, Emily's breathing shakes and felt her eyes sting. Then she silently scolds herself, staggers to reel in her emotions because the last thing she wants is to break down in front of Naomi. Why does she have to be so fucking emotional all the time? She bows her head so she did not see Naomi's stoic face changes to surprised, to worried, then guilty.
In her field of vision however, Emily notices Naomi take a step closer to her then Naomi's hand is reaching for hers. Confused, she made herself look up to the face in front of her. Naomi's expression is gentle and soft as she slowly shakes her head. Emily wanted to ask what the simple gesture of her head meant (did she meant she's not okay or is she's telling her not to cry?) but Naomi turns away from her and starts walking. She gives Emily's hand a tug when the redhead did not follow right away. Emily shuffles behind her, her other hand coming up to clutch where her towel is knotted, worried that it will come undone as Naomi guides her up the stairs.
It was Naomi who undid it later, the knot, when Emily's sitting at the edge of the bed, filled with nervous excitement and the uninhibited yearning to feel the blonde's touch. Naomi appears nervous as well, her hands slightly shaking as she pushes Emily further up the bed until Emily's head is resting on a pillow, the blonde hovering over her.
Emily bit her lip and squirms when Naomi just eyes her hungrily for a moment, feels vulnerable lying down naked while Naomi still has her shirt and underwear on. She closes her eyes when Naomi finally dips her head but only to press their lips for a brief kiss. But even if the gesture was innocent enough compared to what they have just been doing, it still has the same electrifying effect on Emily because it's still Naomi. She lets out and audible sigh when the blonde starts to descend down her body.
Stars burst behind her eyelids when the blonde's lips found its way over her left breast, her body quivering when Naomi takes a nipple in her mouth then sucks tentatively. She groans out loud, her toes curling at the tingling sensation.
When she forces her eyes open and inclines her head to see, she wasn't ready for the actual sight of Naomi's mouth enclosed over her tit. Naomi looks up, saw her watching, her lips curling for a naughty grin that made Emily clench and just want to take the blonde again, here in the comfort of the bed.
She continues to watch as Naomi transferred her attention to her right breast while maintaining eye contact. Emily's so fucking turned on staring while the blonde suck purposefully on her nipple. And fucking hell if everything felt a little bit sexier with those darkening hooded blue eyes watching her and as Emily watches them in return, acknowledging what they're doing.
Her hands come up to stroke Naomi's hair, pushing the blonde locks back where they fell down and covered the blonde's face, all the while Emily's breathing starts to get labored, her chest heaving, her whole body scorching and sweaty, her skin highly sensitive at the touches of Naomi's lips, tongue, and teeth.
Her legs tremble when Naomi spreads them apart, the blonde's lips lapping up the insides of her thighs but not exactly where Emily wants her to be. It goes on like that, felt fucking forever, until Emily's so fucking hot and yearning for some sort of release that she practically begged the blonde to just take her.
"Naomi, fuck, I swear to fucking god-"
Naomi did not let her finish with her futile attempt to threat (because really, it's not in the redhead's position to make threats when she's the one who wants something from the blonde) because it was cut off by her own moan, almost a scream, her body arching upwards off the bed, her legs trembling uncontrollably, when Naomi finally tastes her with one firm lick. Her sweaty hand finds the blonde's hair, tangling her fingers over the smooth locks, the other clutching at the sheets on her side, twisting and untwisting as Naomi ravish her, driving her into oblivion with her tongue.
When she came for the second time that day, Emily screams the blonde's name but this time her voice is more wrought from the desperation, her fist gripping hard on the bedspread, the other holding Naomi's head in place as she tries to hold on to her orgasm for as long as she could, her nails digging into the blonde's scalp. Naomi groans against her as she brings her down, her tongue slowing down the same rate as the redhead's staggered breathing normalizes.
Panting, Naomi comes up and lies on her back beside her. Emily snuggles to Naomi's side, her tense body relaxing against the mattress, but she can't say the same for Naomi. So she shifts her head and pulls the blonde into a possessing kiss and tries to convey everything she wants to say without saying a word.
Naomi's hand went up to grip the side of her face while her tongue pushes pass Emily's lips to explore the inside of her mouth. Emily groans because it's fucking sexy and intimate at the same time, tasting herself in Naomi's mouth.
It took a while long after the kiss and Emily had drop her head back to the blonde's shoulder when Naomi's tensed muscles eventually loosen, her arms circle around the redhead. Emily feels secured, Naomi's embrace always keeps her safe, just like the way it made her feel the morning Lena came over with the dreadful confession and when Micah had a fight in school.
Goosebumps broke all over her skin when a gush of wind comes in the room through the opened windows, the curtains flapping through the sea breeze. Naomi noticed her shiver and grabbed a blanket to drape over her back but Emily spreads it all out so it covers them both before she settles back on the space between Naomi's arm and body.
They lay like that, not a word passing between them until Emily notices Naomi's breathing has evened out and the blonde's grip around her slackens. Emily smiles and closed her eyes and decided to rest for a while as well.
She never noticed it when she fell asleep.
Just only after she dozed off, Naomi stirs when she felt movement beside her. She takes a peek at what the commotion is all about, one eye opening, the other still tightly shut. She sees Emily pushing the blanket off her and sitting at the edge of the bed, exposing her naked back for the blonde to stare at. From the pale orange light that's coming in the room, she could tell that the sun has started to set.
"Where you going?" it's the first time she talked after assaulting Emily on the hallway downstairs. She suppressed a smirk when she saw Emily visibly jump at the sound of her voice.
Emily turns her head to look at her with huge, slightly anxious eyes and Naomi just got lost in them for a second. "Micah, he's waiting for me at school."
"Oh." She starts to push herself off the bed when Emily stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
"That's alright, you can go back to sleep." She hesitates but decided to follow the redhead's instruction.
"Alright," she mumbles, sinking back to the pillows as she watches Emily grab the towel from the floor and wrapping it back around her torso. Naomi already misses the redhead's warmth next to her.
"I'll be right back," Emily says with a soft smile before closing the door, leaving Naomi with her thoughts while staring at the crumpled sheets over Emily's abandoned side of the bed.
"Hey sorry I was late, were you waiting long?" Emily greets her son who's sitting down on the front steps of his school's entrance.
"I don't know, I was playing," Micah answers her, putting a pair of toy soldiers inside his bag before pulling the straps of his backpack over his shoulders.
"On your own?" Emily asks as they walk towards the car.
He shook his head. "Hazel played with me but she had to go." He skips a couple of yards before adding, "She has hair like Naomi."
Once seated on the passenger side, Micah begged her if they could get ice cream. Emily smiles at the little pout her son had put on with his palms pressed together in front of him and she doesn't have a choice but to give in. They made a detour to a grocery store, got a tub of Micah's favorite ice cream flavor and a box of chocolate ice cream cones.
"Hi there Emily," the tall guy with auburn hair behind the cashier greets her. He owns and runs the place all by himself and Emily knew him since she moved to Hawaii.
"Hey Jeff, how's it going?"
"Still living the dream," he says as he punched in their items. Emily grins at him and pays. "By the way, remember when you asked me if I have those biscuits with the weird name?"
"Garibaldis?"
"Yeah, yeah, those. I was checking the stocks at the back and I actually found a couple, funny how I never got to display them. You still want them?"
Emily lights up and nods fast. "Of course."
She's grinning from ear to ear while she carries one plastic bag full of Garibaldis back to the car, as if she's the one who's craving for them, while Micah carries the ice cream.
Once they're home, Micah drops the plastic bag on the kitchen counter and runs upstairs to Naomi's room before Emily could stop him. He twists the knob with his tiny hands and came bounding in, sees Naomi sleeping under the covers.
"Naomi," he shakes her shoulder. "Wake up, there's ice cream."
The blonde mumbles some incoherent words before opening her eyes. "What the f-" her word halted in her lips when she sees Micah's face hovering over her, a toothy grin dominating his face. "Micah? How, how did you get in here?" she stammers.
The boy simply points at the door, currently ajar. "Wake up, there's ice cream," he repeats, ignoring Naomi's still stunned face, before climbing in the bed and starts to jump up and down the spring mattress. The motion drove Naomi out of bed.
"All right, all right, hold on," she says, opening her closet to grab a pair of shorts to put on, her previous one somewhere on the floor downstairs, unless Emily took care of it on her way out. She turns around just in time to catch Micah after he threw himself off the bed at her.
"Jesus!" Naomi exclaims, the wind got knocked off her when he slammed against her torso, her arms coming up to clutch at his back so he won't fall. Micah's giggling as he reared himself back. "Micah! Don't do that again."
"It's fun!"
"No, it was dangerous. You could have injured yourself."
Micah recognizes Naomi's scolding voice, something she rarely uses when she talks to him. He pouts and casts his eyes down. "Sorry Naomi."
Naomi was silent, unsure what to say next. In the end she lets out a defeated sigh, hates to see him upset. She shakes her head and made him look at her.
"Hey, I'm not mad. I just don't want you getting hurt alright?" He nods but still got that look in his eyes, similar to his mother's when sad. "Come on mate, we're having ice cream remember?"
Hearing the words ice cream, Micah's lips slowly quirks up on the edges and he's smiling again.
"How was school?" Naomi asks as she carries him downstairs. Micah shows her a star mark stamped at the back of his hand, telling her he got it from a drawing he did. "That is bloody brilliant," she says, impressed.
"I fed Ginger with little breads," Micah tells her then proceeding to imitate the nibbly way Ginger, the hamster they have in class, eats. Dropping his hands, he looked thoughtful for a while before telling Naomi, "I want Ginger."
"Well I had a pair of hamsters when I was little. I was six then I think and I had them until I was seven but then the male hamster died, still now I don't know from what reason but my suspicion is that a particularly stale bread got lodged in his throat, restraining his breathing. The female followed only a week after, that I'm quite positive is because of depression and loneliness. Anyway it was sad and I refused to own any pet since then. So you see, before you give in to the urge in taking a furry friend under your wing, first you should completely understand that they will die way earlier than you are and your life will quite never be the same without them. So I guess what I'm trying to say is you can save yourself from the disappointment. You get what I'm saying?"
Micah hung his head to the side when she's finished, half of Naomi's words did not make any sense to him. "You say funny things," he concludes when they reached the kitchen where Emily is already bringing the cones out of the box.
"You think?" Naomi grins, scooting down to set him down on his feet. "I thought it was quite poignant."
"What are you talking about?" Emily asks them both.
"A little pep talk to prepare him for the major disappointments in life."
"Naomi's hamsters died mama."
"What?" Emily asks, confused as ever.
"It's true," Naomi answers ruefully, taking a bite off an empty cone.
"I've got something for you," Emily says, pushing the plastic bag on Naomi's direction where her little surprise for the blonde is.
"Hmm?" the blonde looks at it as she takes a bite off her ice cream. She scans the pack and broke into a smile when she saw the familiar purple packing of her favorite food. "Where did you get them?"
"They had stocks at Jeff's."
"This is great, it's-" Naomi interrupts herself and stares at Emily, a curious look on her face. A hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind Emily's ear, Naomi's fingers lingering on the redhead's collarbone as it goes down. "That's what I like about you. You've always been so thoughtful."
Emily simply smiles, takes Naomi's hands and held it in her own. They both stare down at their entwined fingers, little smiles forming on each other's lips. "This is nice."
"Yeah."
Emily looks up, pleasantly surprised how the blonde easily admitted to it. "It's nice for you too?"
"Of course."
They are both moving in for the kiss when Micah returns from where he has wondered off, the corners of his mouth evident of ice cream smudges.
Naomi takes a step back, looking a bit guilty, takes another bite of her melting ice cream.
Micah smiles sheepishly when Emily raise her eyebrows when she saw his shirt's smudged with the sticky chocolate too.
"It melted fast ma."
Emily simply shook her head accompanied with a knowing smile and ushers him over while she reach for the roll of tissue on the counter.
"I have to go."
"What? Where?"
Naomi looks up from where she's eating her second pack of Garibaldis while Emily went to sit on one of the saggy arms of the couch. She had been on the phone while Naomi and Micah are in the living room watching some children's program. Micah's singing along to the song on the telly as the show finishes, his head bobbing from side to side:
I love you, you love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too.
Naomi looked after Micah and made sure he won't get any ice cream drippings on any surface while Emily answered the call, and the blonde watched an entire episode of Barney the purple fucking dinosaur, rolling her eyes infinitely at the screen but Micah seems to enjoy it so much she did not attempt to switch channels.
"They're delivering new buds and fertilizers tonight and they want me to be in the gardens when they arrive just to make sure we got what we ordered." Emily sighs and pats the top of Micah's head. "I might have to spend the night."
"Okay, I'll make sure Micah sleeps in time."
"You will?" Emily asks hopefully.
"Sure."
"Can you sleep with him in our room? Or if you want he could sleep with you in your room…"
Emily trails off, the memory of Naomi's room bringing back not- so distant memories that made her blush slightly. It did not go unnoticed by the blonde.
"I can sleep downstairs with him," she said that got the redhead sighing in relief.
"Great, thanks."
"Where you going mama?" Micah sets the bowl down on the coffee table and stands up on the couch.
"I have to leave for work, I'll be back tomorrow morning. Naomi will stay with you okay?"
"Okay."
Emily scoops him up in her arms and carries him to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned then before I go."
Naomi and Micah were up early the next day. After their breakfast of bacon and eggs that Naomi cooked (Naomi is now able in the kitchen after Emily taught her plus she has to help Nick out in cooking orders every time they're swamped with customers but her knack in food preparation is only limited to breakfast foods, nothing that complicated), they spent the rest of the morning by the beach chasing the waves while they wait for Emily to come home. Naomi has called Sue earlier informing her employer that she will be at work during lunch time because Emily's not home and Micah doesn't have school that day.
When they got tired and sweaty from running to and fro, they sat on the sand under the shade of a tree that grew near the water, its trunk slopes staggeringly low that it's almost horizontal.
"When do fish sleep?" Micah asks out of the blue while he buries his feet under the sand.
The question made Naomi blink. "That's a smart thing to ask but unfortunately, I do not know the answer."
"Do they sleep at night too?"
"I'm not fishes have a concept of 'sleeping when the sun goes down' Micah."
"What does that mean?"
"Well it means that they don't go to sleep like we do because they have a different way of life under water. But I'm sure they go to rest too, it's just not the same like us."
"Oh," Micah says thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Naomi replies, nodding her head sensibly. "Also, they don't have eyelids so they can't close their eyes."
They were quiet for a while. Micah seems to be thinking hard, probably pondering on the fact that fishes don't have eyelids; the sound of waves crashing on the shore is the only sound interrupting his train of thoughts. Naomi waits patiently for him to talk again and when he did, she wasn't ready for what he had to say.
"Will you stay forever?"
It took her six seconds to snap out of her stupor. She removed the red baseball cap he's wearing backwards and pushed his hair back to buy her time. "If I could manage it."
He slightly frowns because Naomi's answer was not a yes. "What's manage?"
"It means I will stay as long I can."
"You won't leave me?" Micah's looking up at her with expectant eyes. She smiles tenderly at him.
"I won't."
"You promise?"
That took longer to respond to but finally Naomi swallows and says, "I promise."
"I love you Naomi."
Those four words knocked the air out of Naomi Campbell.
It always amazed her how kids express their thoughts so sincerely without any trace of malice. Not like adults.
"I do too Micah, I love you."
Imagine Me and You reference, check.