So here's the next chapter :) I really wanted to get this posted for all of you before the start of another week because if I don't do it at the weekend then a whole other week would have just flown by without an update and then I would have just felt bad, so here you go.

Chapter 13

Naomi's Pov

It became clear that the run back to Emily's house had not tired her out as she pushed me forcefully up against her front door. Emily locked the door behind me with the key in her right hand as she placed hot, lingering kisses along my jaw. I truly believed that life couldn't get any better until she gently bit down on my ear lobe and moved to kiss that sensitive place just below my ear.

Emily began to sexily walk backwards to the stairs, never taking her eyes from mine as she did so. As she put her hand on the banister she began to remove the scarf that had been concealing her perfect neck. In one swift movement she whipped it off and dropped it on the floor at her feet. My eyes had followed its progress to the ground. This allowed me to slowly trail my eyes up Emily's petit frame. I could fully appreciate all the effort she had put into choosing her outfit now that I knew that she wanted me to.

I slowly made my way over to her. With Emily being on the second step, my eyes were just level with her chest, something which I think she had carefully orchestrated to happen. I refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I was ogling her so I raised my head and stared deep into her lust filled eyes. Emily took my hand and led me up the stairs to her room.

I liked the fact that Emily was taking charge. I had to trust that Emily wouldn't do anything that she didn't want to just to make me happy. Although, up to this point Emily had been oozing so much confidence that I was wondering how this could possibly be her first time. Emily was seducing me with a seemingly effortless grace.

Once in Emily's room I removed my coat and placed it at the end of her bed. Emily shut the door and turned towards me. The lust that had been in her eyes until just a few moments ago had been replaced with what could only be described as adoration but there was something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. Emily walked over to me and placed her hands on my hips. I leaned down to kiss her, expecting her to ravage me like she had before but Emily had brought the tempo right down by pulling me close to her until we were so wrapped up in each other that we were just the one person and she kissed me so gently that I thought my heart would give out.

It didn't take long for Emily's curiosity to get the better of her. Up until now Emily had been happy to start letting me explore her body but she had been happy to focus her attention on my neck. Now, though her hands shakily moved up underneath my top. Emily's hands were still cold from being outside and I shivered at their touch. I could tell that she was nervous but I didn't say a word, I wanted her to get used to the feeling of touching me, the confidence would come with time. As Emily began to relax and gripped onto my sides rather than leaving a ghostly whisper of a touch I sighed into our kiss which only spurred her on further. Now that she had a firm grip she seemed to deem it the right time to give me the kiss of a lifetime. Her tongue begged my lips for entry which I eagerly granted. I moaned slightly when Emily's tongue met mine. We kissed until Emily had to break for air. I leaned my forehead against hers but Emily was determinedly looking at my collar bone.

I felt her hands move up towards my breasts and I cheekily raised an eyebrow at her. Her hands stopped just under my bra but her fingers began to trace along the bottom.

"Emily, you don't have to do this." Emily looked up at me.

"I know that, I do want to, it's just..," Emily trailed off.

"The first time can be scary," Emily nodded in agreement, "but this might help."

I took Emily's hands out from my top and put the end of my t-shirt in her hands. Emily looked at me confused.

I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Take it off Em." Emily's eyes widened with realisation and fresh lust shortly followed.

Emily slowly raised my top up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans in front of her. Emily's eyes hungrily took in the newly exposed skin that only her hands had been acquainted with. My heart raced at the thought that she liked what she saw. I had never been so nervous sharing my body with anyone before. Normally I didn't care what the other person thought of me, that was their problem. It was new, wanting someone to want me.

Without taking her eyes off my torso Emily whispered, "You're beautiful Naomi."

"You think so?" I looked down inspecting myself. I shrugged my shoulders and gave an uninterested, "meh."

Emily's eyebrows furrowed at my response, she placed her hands back on my hips and guided me backwards until my knees hit her bed and I was forced to sit down. Emily slowly straddled me whilst tracing her finger along my collarbone and down onto my chest. I brought my hand up and held hers firmly down over my heart.

"Do you feel that?"

"You're heart is racing." Emily's gaze was fixed on the hand that was currently resting on my beating heart.

"That's what you do to me every time I so much as glance at you." Emily sighed deeply and her hot breath caressed my exposed skin.

"Would it be wrong of me to ask you to never put your top back on?"

"No, but I think we would encounter some problems with that like the cold and you know all those other people that would be able to check me out."

"Well we can't have that, I won't allow it. I guess I better make good use of the time I have." Emily leaned down and placed kisses along my collarbone.

"I do agree but I think it's only fair that you take your top off too."

"Oh, no I don't think so," I look down feeling slightly rejected, "I think it's only fitting that you take it off Naoms."

"Is that so?" I look up at her giving her a devilish grin which makes her gasp.

I start to take her top off, kissing each new piece of skin it reveals. I kiss my way up her toned abdomen and between her bra-clad breasts until I'm focusing all my attention on her neck and the top is completely removed.

Emily moans deeply and grinds down into me making me gasp into her neck. I quickly reach around her back to unclasp her bra but I hesitate at the last second.

"It's ok." Emily breathes sexily into my ear.

I undo her bra and allow it to fall away from her breasts. I can only marvel at the sight before me. I bring my mouth up to Emily's and I engage her in a searing kiss, bringing our bodies together. The feeling of Emily's breasts against me burned into my skin. Emily was clearly not impressed with the fact that my bra was still present and hastily undid mine. I watched the different reactions cross Emily's face, the biggest one being curiosity. Her hand reached out and she placed her hand on my breast. I couldn't help but sigh and allow my head to tilt back while my eyes rolled back into my head from pleasure.

Emily clearly liked the reaction she was evoking in me as her grip got tighter. I couldn't stand it any longer and brought our bodies together, kissing her anywhere I could. Neither of us had control of our hands any longer and they squeezed and grabbed at every new ounce of flesh accessible to them.

Emily and I immediately froze when we heard a door slam downstairs. Emily jumped away from me, grabbing her bra back up from the floor.

"Get your clothes back on quick!" she hissed at me. My brain kicks into gear and I begin to redress myself.

"Katie? Emily? Are you girls home?" a voice called up from the bottom of the stairs. Emily didn't respond, instead she started to fix my hair and I did the same for her.

"That's my mum."

"It's ok; to her I'm just your friend."

"Yeah you're right let's go." Emily nervously smoothes down her clothes.

Emily leads the way down the stairs to where Jenna is waiting.

"Oh Naomi, didn't expect to see you here." I just give her a tight smile.

"Naomi was just borrowing a book mum."

"Well where is this book she's borrowing?"

"It turned out that Emily didn't actually have it so I'm just going to get it from the library instead." I heard Emily breathe a sigh of relief at my save, luckily Jenna didn't notice.

"Would you like to stay for dinner Naomi? We're having beetroot and artichoke soup." My insides turned at the thought, Emily had informed me of her mother's awful cooking.

"That's very kind of you Mrs. Fitch but I better be getting home now. You should come over later on after your dinner Em." I give her a normal friendly hug and leave Emily's house with the hope that I might get to see her later.

….

Emily's Pov

I followed my mum into the kitchen and asked her normal, not suspicious questions about her day. I sat at the counter with my chin resting on my hands while I pretended to listen to what she had to say when really I was thinking about what had just transpired between Naomi and me. It had been the best afternoon of my life. Naomi and I had taken things a step further and I found that I wasn't really afraid to do so. Naomi was so understanding and gentle and fuck she was sexy too. I'm sitting here entirely frustrated due to my fucking mother's early arrival home.

"Emily, I asked you a question." I look up to find mum staring at me, expecting an answer.

"Um sorry mum, what was that?"

"I asked you if Naomi had a boyfriend." I didn't know if I should tell her or not but if I can't be honest with her about Naomi, how can I ever be honest with her about me?

"No she doesn't have a boyfriend mum." My mum frowned whilst she went about taking the ingredients out for dinner.

"A pretty girl like that should have a boyfriend. Does she like any nice boy at the moment?"

"No mum. Naomi isn't interested in boys."

"Ah so she's a smart girl, trying to focus on her studies." My mum nodded approvingly. How dense could she get?

"That's not what I meant. Naomi isn't interested in boys because she likes girls mum, she's a lesbian." I sat there inspecting my nails, acting as if what I said wasn't a big deal, which it shouldn't have been but it's my mother we're talking about here.

"You never told me that before," says mum in a rather stoic voice.

"I only found out recently. It's not exactly the first thing you blurt out to people when you're trying to make new friends."

"Well this changes things," she exclaims as she slams an artichoke down on the counter.

I look up at her startled. "What do you mean?"

"I thought Naomi was a nice, respectable girl but who knows the kind of things she gets up to with other girls. It's just not right is all I'm saying. I take it you're looking for a nice, gentle way to let her know you just couldn't possibly be friends with her anymore?"

"This is the fucking 21st century mum! Being gay is like being a vegetarian, its normal!"

"Emily, watch your language, you will not speak to me like that and being gay is not normal. You will not hang around with that girl anymore and that's final." Mum turns away like that's the end of the conversation.

"You cannot stop me being friends with her mum."

"Emily dear, I'm only concerned for you, what if she starts putting ideas in your head."

"You mean what if she turns me? That's it isn't it? You're afraid that she's going to infect me or something."

"I just don't want you associating with those kinds of people."

"Well your too late mum, she's my best friend and I'm not just going to drop her because you disapprove."

I push myself away from the counter and run for the door, not stopping for even a coat so that she doesn't get a chance to stop me.

Before my brain's even fully thinking properly again I find myself at Naomi's door. I knock twice and wait anxiously for a response. Gina answers the door and she has a smile on her face until she notices the frantic state I'm in.

"Naomi's in her room love," and with that she steps aside and lets me run inside. God I really love Naomi's mom.

I barge right into Naomi's room without even thinking of knocking first. Naomi jumps up from her desk where she had presumably been studying when she sees me.

Naomi can easily see that something is wrong. I can't even begin to put the words together to tell her how I feel.

"My mum…she…," I couldn't finish the sentence and before I know it I feel hot tears rolling down my face and Naomi's wrapping her arms around me in an attempt to console me. I feel myself gripping onto her, not wanting to let go. Naomi strokes my hair soothingly, she seems quite happy to stay like this until I've calmed down which makes me love her even more. Wait, did I just say love her?

I step back from Naomi while my mind goes haywire. I knew that I was falling for her but I've never been in love before but I guess that I always thought that this is what it would feel like. I want to know everything about her, I want to be with her all the time and when I'm not I'm perfectly happy to spend all my time thinking about her. Naomi gives me this warm feeling inside whenever I'm with her, like I'm safe and that I'm hers. Great time to come to this conclusion Emily, Naomi probably thinks that you're a nut case by now, showing up at her house and then crying your eyes out.

I look at Naomi to see if my assessment is true but all I see is concern in her eyes.

"Emily, tell me what you need." Naomi takes my hand in hers and traces patterns along the back of my hand with her thumb.

"Can I stay with you tonight? Please?" Naomi nods her head in confirmation and pulls me in for another hug.

….

Naomi and I spent the rest of the evening snuggled up in her bed watching movies. Naomi had her arm wrapped around me in a protective manner and I traced circles on the hand that draped over my shoulder. I had never felt safer in all my life. Naomi hadn't pushed me to tell her what was wrong. Once I felt ready I told her what my mother had said and how I was worried that if that was her reaction to my friend being gay then how was I going to tell her about myself.

Naomi didn't sugar coat the situation for me, it was going to be a difficult transition and there was going to have to be some adapting done but she convinced me that in the long run the relationship between me and my mum would be better if I was honest with her sooner rather than later.

I look up to find that Naomi has dozed off. I had never seen her look so serene before. I took my time appreciating all the little things that I didn't get the chance to notice when she was awake. Her skin truly was flawless, she was practically glowing in this light and her hair was so soft that I couldn't help but reach a hand up and push a strand back off her face. Naomi sighed softly in her sleep.

I felt all the thoughts I had had about being in love with her rush to the forefront of my mind once again. I have plenty of time to deal with them, it's too soon to be in love with her and I'm nearly sure that Naomi doesn't feel that strongly about me. So I lean up and give her a quick peck on the cheek before turning over to go to sleep.

After a couple minutes I feel Naomi begin to stir beside me, she must not have been in a very deep sleep. I decide to pretend that I'm asleep because I'm afraid that if I wake up Naomi will feel that she needs to put some distance between us in the bed when that is certainly not what I want. Naomi settles herself back down into the bed, scooting right in behind me then she starts to gently stroke my hair.

"You've got it bad for her Naomi," she says so quietly to herself that I almost missed it, almost but not quite. I try to keep my breathing even and give no indication that I'm awake as she stops stroking my hair and wraps her arm around my waist.

Naomi tucks her head in beside my neck, nuzzling into my hair. The last thing I hear before I give in to my battle with sleep is a soft whisper in my ear saying, "I think I'm in love with you Emily Fitch."

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Not really sure about this chapter but I suppose it shall have to do :)

Aisling xx