A/N: Much love to all my readers and reviewers! You never fail to put a smile on my face :D - see that?...that's my smile!
Sammie – This is my sneaky little response to your world cup challenge – hope it fills the criteria! And yes, my bf and I are living in sin, (as my religious grandmother actually refers to it!), so when his alarm goes off to watch the world cup at freakin' 3am(!) I get woken up...but I get my revenge when I set my alarm for 6am to go for a run before work and he gets woken up :P...and my name is Audrey by the way...we've all been together on this Naomily ride a while so we should be on a first name basis, lol...
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy...it's a bit rushed and overdue because I've been a bit of a social butterfly this weekend and haven't been home much...so my apologies for any crapness and the next one will be better!
Naomi sat on the end of the bed in an oversize t-shirt watching her fiancée get dressed. Her eyes widened a little in appreciation and her lips parted slightly as the towel fell from around the redhead's body, Emily completely oblivious under her gaze as she slipped into her underwear and bra. The blonde stared intently, studying the way Emily's graceful body moved, how her muscles stretched and contracted, how the late morning sun bounced off her creamy skin, and found herself letting out an involuntary sigh. Naomi had never really much cared for lingerie, throwing on whatever she grabbed first in the morning, but Emily had developed a liking for wearing beautiful underwear and it was her biggest indulgence, buying something new every week. Naomi didn't mind at all, obviously, especially when the redhead modelled her new purchases for her. She'd laugh at her sometimes, teasing Emily about how her student's eyes would pop out of their heads if they knew what was under the stylish yet conservative outfits she wore to work.
Emily started towards their closet on the other side of the room but Naomi had other ideas and reached an arm out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards her.
"You smell like soap," she murmured, her hands resting on Emily's hips as the redhead moved to stand between her thighs. There was something about a freshly showered Emily that made the blonde want to get her all dirty again.
Naomi leant forward and kissed her firm stomach slowly several times, the redhead dropping her head back and smiling at the sensation, one hand snaking around to hold Naomi's neck while the other settled on her shoulder. The blonde kissed her way up to the valley of Emily's breasts and tried to pull her down onto the bed with her, wanting more, but her fiancée wasn't cooperating, the hand on her shoulder pushing her away.
"I know what you're doing," Emily said in a playful but warning tone.
Naomi simply ignored her and tried to pull her down again with a flurry of kisses to her belly, her hands moving around to grab her bum.
Emily pushed her back once more but didn't move away, her body not wanting to listen to her brain. She struggled to keep her voice even, as her eyes fluttered closed under the blonde's touch. "Seriously Naomi, we have to go."
Naomi smiled against her stomach. "No we don't. We can stay here and do this." She trailed a hand up the redhead's back slowly and then unhooked the bra that had just been put on.
The action snapped Emily's mind out of her sex haze and she pushed away for a final time, stepping back to put space between them as Naomi reached for her again, her eyes dark with desire.
"Don't look at me like that," Emily smiled as she re-clipped her bra, "we have to go."
"Why do we have to go," Naomi replied sullenly, playing it up with a petulant frown as she leaned back on the bed.
Emily didn't indulge her childishness and continued getting ready, walking to the closet and digging through her clothes. "I told you. It's important to my dad, he throws a world cup party every time it's on."
Naomi's frown faded as her eyes fixed to her fiancée's cute little bum, sticking out when Emily bent forward slightly. "Well I don't remember going last time," she whined, using that precedent to strengthen her case.
"That's because we were in London and you had one last exam," Emily explained as she seemed to be searching for something. "If we don't go this time we'll be thrown out of the family."
Naomi rolled her eyes at her fiancée's exaggeration, also annoyed that her argument had backfired.
"So who's going to be there again?" she asked, vaguely aware that she'd already been told the answer.
"I told you," Emily replied, frustration evident in her voice. "It's my dad's mates and some people from the gym, some of mum's friends too and a few family members...probably about thirty or forty people...you've met most of them before. We'll eat and drink and watch the game."
Naomi winced at the thought of being surrounded by so many football fans doing nothing but talking about football and watching football for the next few hours. She didn't get it and never had. She'd just couldn't stay interested watching a bunch of guys kick around a ball for an hour and a half and planned on getting quietly drunk throughout the afternoon and evening.
She watched Emily slip a t-shirt over her head and then wriggle her legs into some tight skinny jeans, her eyes widening as the redhead turned around.
"You are actually kidding me...right?"
Naomi didn't even try to stifle her laughter as she took in the top Emily was wearing. She couldn't believe she'd never seen the offending article of clothing before. It was a white t-shirt, obviously bought for Emily when she was younger and less developed, the material now straining over her breasts and barely covering her midriff, but in a way that somehow managed not to look obscene. FITCH FOOTBALL FANATIC was printed in large black block letters across her chest, bookended by a Scottish flag and an English flag.
Emily sighed at her giggling fiancée and shook her head. "My dad got them made for us when we were younger."
Naomi couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Her fiancée looked adorably stupid. "It's a little tiny there Em. Couldn't he have made new ones?"
Emily glanced down at herself. "It's a bit stretched...but I like it. It's full of nostalgia...you know."
"It's full of something," Naomi smirked, her gaze falling to Emily's tits.
"Shut up," the redhead said with a barely veiled smile as she observed the lusty look in her fiancée's eyes.
"Well," Naomi began after a beat, sitting up on the bed once more, "I think the Fitch family is going to look adorable."
It was Emily's turn to smirk, Naomi suddenly feeling a little unsettled by the redhead's wicked smile.
"Yes we will," Emily replied, turning around briefly and reaching her hand again into the closet.
-x-
"I can't believe you made me wear this," Naomi muttered as she stepped onto the sidewalk and shut the car door. She tugged on the hem of the English football top that Emily had bought for her and then practically wrestled her into. "And I thought your dad was Scottish anyway. Shouldn't I be wearing that top instead of England?"
Emily walked around to join her on the sidewalk and slipped her hand into the blonde's. "Scotland didn't make it this year," she explained, her voice dropping lower when she added, "don't mention it to my dad. He's pretending they don't exist and supporting England. They're playing today."
"Right," Naomi nodded. "Don't mention Scotland and cheer for England. Got it."
Emily smiled and felt a wave of pure love for her obliging fiancée, tugging on her hand to stop her walking and leaning in to place a sweet kiss on the side of her mouth. Naomi had well and truly been accepted as part of the Fitch family years ago, but Emily knew that sometimes the blonde still got a little overwhelmed by them all – her loud, opinionated and often arguing family. It had just been Naomi and her mum for so long that sometimes gatherings at the Fitch household made her a little anxious. Emily made a mental note to thank her properly later that night.
"Anything else I need to avoid talking about?" Naomi asked playfully as they continued walking down the path to the front door. "Your dad doesn't have a mate whose wife left him for an Irish bloke so I shouldn't mention leprechauns?"
"No, of course not," Emily laughed and squeezed her hand, her eyebrows then narrowing. "Why would you mention leprechauns?"
Naomi chuckled. "Why wouldn't I mention leprechauns! They're magical little fuckers with pots of gold."
Emily knocked on the door and then looked at the sneaky smile on her fiancée's face.
"You can talk about leprechauns as much as you want," she cooed as she leaned forward to kiss the blonde again.
Naomi smiled into the kiss. "Mmm Em...I think I like the way you say leprechauns."
"Leprechauns," the redhead whispered against her lips before they kissed again, this time deeper and more passionately than before, Emily's fingertips brushing the warm skin of Naomi's stomach.
They were interrupted by the door opening, the two of them pulling apart quickly and smiling bashfully.
"Oh fucking hell," Katie said as she shook her head. "You two never quit." She looked the blonde up and down. "Naomi you look ridiculous."
-x-
Emily walked across the now empty and dimly lit lounge room and over to the couch where her fiancée was slumped, leaning against the arm rest and struggling to keep her eyes open. The sun had set hours ago and everyone else had buggered off, Emily staying back to help her mum clean up and let her fiancée sleep it off a little. She squatted down in front of Naomi and reached an arm out, tucking some blonde hair behind her ear tenderly, and then holding her cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb. Naomi's eyes fluttered open at the sensation and Emily smiled adoringly.
"You, my lovely," she said with amusement, "are drunk."
A lazy smile spread across the blonde's face. "I really am."
Emily grinned back at her and couldn't resist leaning in for a quick kiss.
The afternoon and night had been surprising to Emily to say the least. Her dad had been incredibly impressed with Naomi's attire, which the blonde had taken complete credit for, trying to win his favour even more. But her plan had backfired when he'd taken it as a sign that Naomi was now interested in football. He'd made it his personal mission to stay by her side the whole day, running through the players in the English side and then explaining the ins and outs of the game to her during the match. At first Emily had tried to distract her dad and relieve her fiancée, but he couldn't be deterred. So Naomi looked at her pleadingly and kept drinking. She was halfway drunk before the match even started. But the surprising thing was how much the blonde started to enjoy herself, bitching about the referee with her dad and even laughing at in-jokes that she and a few of her dad's mates had apparently started. Emily had sat with Katie and her mum for most of the match, occasionally glancing over at Naomi as their little group erupted with either laughter or swearing, a proud smile stretching on the redhead's face. She knew her fiancée was awesome. She'd had fun with her mum and Katie and some of her family friends while the blonde partied with the football fanatics. They probably should have swapped t-shirts.
She reached out and grabbed both of Naomi's hands with her own. "Come on," she ordered, her voice straining under the effort of pulling the blonde up from the couch. "Let's get you to bed."
Naomi groaned approvingly as she stood a little shakily, steadying herself for a second.
"You want me to piggyback you to the car?" Emily teased, reaching out a hand to help the blonde.
Naomi waved her away, "I can walk thank you very much."
She made it to the car with a few wobbly steps, finally slumping in the passenger seat.
Emily watched and laughed to herself. "You seemed to have a good time."
"Yup," the blonde nodded. "Turns out that football isn't so boring when you've got a few beers in you."
"More than a few," Emily added, noting her fiancée's slurred words. "And I think my dad liked you more than he likes me now."
Naomi smiled smugly. "It's only natural. I am pretty spectacular."
Emily rolled her eyes and started the car, the suddenly talkative blonde babbling endlessly all the way home.
"That Richard guy likes you," Naomi said teasingly as they made their way through their front door, slipping their shoes off and hanging their coats up. "He falls all over you."
Emily scoffed. Richard was the son of one of her dad's best mates, and they'd known each other since they were little. They hadn't seen one another in a while and she'd enjoyed catching up with him that afternoon. She knew he'd liked her when they were younger but she'd obviously never felt that way about him. But that was ten years ago and before she was out. "Don't be silly. He knows I'm gay and that we're getting married in two weeks."
"The heart wants what the heart wants," the blonde said wistfully, "and that boy couldn't keep his eyes off of you."
Emily turned to her with a smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"
"Not unless you're about to tell me you're straight."
Emily smiled and shook her head, and they made their way upstairs and to their darkened bedroom, not bothering to flick on the lights as they changed. They slipped out of their clothes and into the cool sheets of their bed, the redhead seeking the warmth of her fiancée's body immediately and shifting her body on to Naomi's, pinning her arms by her side.
She leant in closer to the blonde's ear. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She kissed her deeply, ready to repay her fiancée for being so wonderful with her dad, and shifted her thigh in between Naomi's, grinding sowly.
"Ems," the blonde mumbled against her lips after a moment. She pulled her hands out of Emily's gentle grasp and pushed at her shoulders slightly.
Emily pulled back, propped herself up on her arms and frowned in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the blonde said quickly to reassure her. "It's just," she bit her lip, "I'm sleepy and feel a bit...icky. Do you think we can pick this up tomorrow?"
Emily smiled at the hopeful look on her fiancée's face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Of course."
She moved her body off Naomi's and shifted down a little so that she was curling into the blonde's side, her head resting on her fiancée's chest. She could feel a hand stroking her hair gently and moved one of her own to rub Naomi's belly, something she knew the blonde liked her to do when she was a little too drunk.
"By the way," Naomi mumbled softly, "we're going to a football match with your dad next weekend."
Emily laughed to herself and turned her head a little to kiss the skin above Naomi's heart, her own heart swelling with love and adoration, then settled her head back down and fell asleep to the gentle snores of her intoxicated fiancée.
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