Author Note: I'm a strange child. Review, my darlings. It makes me write faster and better!
I paced the room, growling at Effy as she chuckled watching on, before throwing myself into the lounge next to her. Nerves filled my blood stream and I tapped my foot anxiously,
"It's not fucking funny, Effy", I groaned at her as I reached for the spliff hanging out of her lips.
"Come on, why are you getting so worked up? It's exciting", she replied pulling the spliff away from me and shaking her head, "No, Emily wouldn't want you stoned for your date and it's my special blend. You know what happens when you get on the blend"
I whined looking at her with puppy dog eyes before she giggled and rolled her eyes handing it to me I inhaled deeply enjoying the weed filling my lungs.
"I won't get trashed and that won't happen. So you can't tell me anything?" I ask her for the a hundredth time.
"That would defeat the purpose of a surprise", Effy said mysteriously before pulling out another spliff and lighting up. I just nod as I feel myself relax into the lounge the calming effect of the drugs filling my blood stream.
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"Hey Ef", I hear Emily's husky voice cut into the room and I look up from the floor with a goofy smile on my face.
"Hello Emily", I squeal from the floor and I watch her stare at me with furrowed brows and then frowning slightly as she notices my red eyes.
"She's not, is she? Isn't she?", Emily asked Effy, confusion in her voice.
"She was freaking out, so I gave her a hit to calm her down and then she stole my extra and well there she is", said Effy apologetically to Emily.
"Emsy. Emsy. Emsy", I was singing softly and over and over.
"She's fucking trashed, Effy! Tell me it's not the special blend", Emily said with a stony voice, staring at me.
"Is Naomi in trouble?", I asked pouting with a childish voice. Instantly Emily's face softens and she shakes her head.
"No, of course not", Emily says, slipping off her jacket and addressing Effy, "I'll take care of her. You know how she gets off your special blend"
Effy chuckled knowing Naomi's strange behaviour that follows a mix of the special blended drugs.
"Bye Naomi. Be nice to Emily", Effy called to me as I crawled around the room like worm.
"Bye Ceffy Effy", I cooed from the ground and wetting myself laughing, "Cook and Effy. Ceffy"
"Good luck", I hear Effy murmur to Emily before leaving while the redhead just chuckled shaking her head.
"Emily", I purr from the ground and patting the spot next to me, "I'm a puddle, sinking through the floor. Come and be a puddle with me. Be my puddle"
Emily just laughs before lowering herself to the ground next to me.
"Are you a puddle, Emily-Moo?", I ask her with my eyes closed.
"Yes, Naomi. I'm a puddle", she replies huskily and I open my eyes to find her staring at me.
"Why are you a puddle? I know why I'm a puddle but why are you a puddle?", I ask her with my eyebrows furrowed, suddenly filled with concern.
Emily stares at me for a long time with a grin on her face before turning serious.
"Cause if you're a puddle, I'm a puddle" she whispers softly and I start to giggle before rolling over on top of her.
I hold Emily's arms over her head and melt every curve of my body into hers, noticing her breath hitching as I move my face closer to hers.
"Emily", I cooed to her as I dip my head closer, one hand caressing her silky locks.
"Yes", she stutters softly, staring at my lips.
"I'm hungry. Can I have breakfast for dinner?" I laugh before jumping off her and running to the stereo and turning on the lady gaga CD Katie gave us, "Emily. Dance with me"
I grab a very flustered Emily from the ground pulling her up and twirling her around while singing bad romance at the top of my lungs. Slowly Emily reacts more until we're both laughing and dancing around with each other. When we eventually stop dancing, both of puffed and giggling.
Emily puts 'The Road to El Dorado' on for me knowing it's my favourite special blend drug movie and I sit close to the television my eyes wide. I chatter on about how amazing the function of a television is and the story line while Emily occasionally calls out from the kitchen to agree or ask me something while making me my breakfast for dinner.
"So you've gone through you're silly, child-like happiness, then you're dancing phase, now you're hungry, then you get thoughtful and quiet and then you..", Emily trails off as she remembers the last phase of my reaction to Effy's special blend before gulping as she finishes, "Horny. Then sleepy"
I just smile wickedly before turning back to the television.
"Food!", I shriek happily and Emily places a plate in front of me and sits down next to me, "Thank you Emsy"
I tuck into the food like a wild animal, shovelling it all into my mouth with my hands while telling Emily about how one day I'd like to be a myth buster and giggling at the television.
"Easy there, Naoms. You'll give yourself indigestion", Emily says as she watches me eat, occasionally eating from her own plate.
"So yummy, though Emsy", I tell her with glee, licking the plate dry and handing it back to her and asking hopefully, "Ice-cream?"
"Only because you haven't done anything crazy like last time when you decided to call the police and say you were a lost child then they came over and I had to pretend you were high off cough syrup", laughed Emily at my pouting face before taking the plates and headed to the kitchen.
I continued watching the television when I heard Emily's sharp intake of breath when she re-entered the room, and I just smile at her with the ice cream.
"Naomi", she says shakily, "where are you're clothes?"
"Gone", I smile at her and then reaching for the ice cream, "They were uncomfortable"
Emily continued to stare at me, her eyes slipping over every inch of my bare skin, her cheeks flushed before she cleared her throat and sat down next to me, making sure they're was space between us.
"Emily, you should take yours off as well. Then we can have a naked tea party", I tell her happily, dribbling ice cream everywhere.
"Nah, I don't think so Naoms" she tells me huskily, pointedly not looking at me. Suddenly my mood shifts and I stare at Emily, with sadness all over my face.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" I ask her softly and her head snaps around, her eyes wide in shock.
"What? No. Of course not", she stutters staring into my hurt eyes.
"Why won't you look at me?" I say in a child-like voice and Emily clears her throat.
"You're too beautiful. If I look for too long I'm afraid I might not be able to control myself and I don't want that. You are not ugly at all. You're utterly stunning, Naomi ", she says to me, brushing a stray tear from my cheek.
"Oh", I say softly before smiling dreamily at her.
"Naoms, you need a bath you have ice cream all over you", Emily says to me softly and I just giggle.
"Then bath me, Emily", I say standing slowly and raising an eyebrow in challenge and walking towards our bathroom.
Emily eventually follows me, leaning in the doorframe as she watches me, sitting cross-legged on the toilet quietly waiting for her.
"A bath it is", she says softly before, turning on the taps, testing temperature and filling it up with warm water.
"Bubbles, please", I say quietly and she complies with a sexy grin while pouring the mixture into the bath.
Once the bath had been drawn, Emily indicates for me to hop in and I comply stepping into the bath and sitting down, sighing with delight as I let the warm soapy water wash over me.
"If you're okay here, I'm going to go clean up", Emily says gently standing up.
"No", I say and stare at her with big eyes before holding out a washer to her. She glows as she steps forward and takes it from my hand before beginning to wash my body slowly for me as I close my eyes, quiet and thoughtful.
Emily's touch is delicate and soft, rubbing her hands over my shoulders, arms and back, massaging as she goes and brushing water to clean the soap off with. I moan as she rubs the tension out of my neck and she briefly stops her breathing shallow and heavy.
"Why have you stopped?" I ask her bossily and she just grins. I smirk and her eyes go wide as I splash a huge amount of water all over her, laughing gleefully at her surprised expression.
"Oh my god", she shrieks and I splash her again, "Naomi. No"
I continue to splash her until we're both laughing splashing each other with the bubble filled water, eventually we calm down and Emily is completely drenched and we're both covered in bubbles.
"We're covered in bubbles, Naoms", Emily giggles at me and I burst out laughing at the bubble tiara she has on her head, "Nai, stand up we'll use the shower to clean up"
I stand up and pull her into the tub until we're both standing under the shower and I turn it on, adjusting the temperature until steam was rising off us and we stood staring at each other barely centimetres apart.
The air is suddenly thick and intense as I stare into Emily's chocolate orbs, losing myself in swirls of delightful brown. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife and I feel an unruly physical passion fill me as I stare at the drenched redhead. A fire erupts between my legs and I feel wetness pool as a thousand images of this girl withering underneath me fill my head. I step forward and push her against the shower wall, pushing my naked body against her wet clothed one. Growling like a animal in the process.
"Naomi", Emily trails out before I smash our lips together and push my tongue into her mouth, taking complete control over the situation. Emily falls into me and responds with the same passion as our mouths duel for dominance. I roughly push my hips against hers and Emily wraps her arms around my neck pulling me impossibly closer.
I rip my mouth away from Emily's and begin to pull at the collar of her t-shirt, planting hot open mouth kisses down her neck and nibbling on her collarbone. Emily moaned loudly, her fingers lacing through my hair and pulling my mouth back to hers. I pulled at Emily's jeans, unbuttoning them at the same time as shoving my hand up her shirt. The fire inside me burnt through every single pore in my body and I wanted more of Emily.
"I want you so fucking bad", I hissed at her, palming her clothed breast roughly.
"Wait", Emily stuttered out, "Stop, Naomi" trying to push my away from her but I wouldn't budge continuing to plant kisses down her neck and biting her neck hard, sucking at the skin. She flinches but I don't care. I needed to leave a mark. Suddenly cold water hits me and I jumped back, swearing. I stared at Emily heatedly, the bite on her neck looking red, raw and bruising already.
"I said stop", Emily said softly, suddenly I'm filled with concern and feeling very sober.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I couldn't stop", I said softly coming towards her but pulled back when she flinched away.
"Don't touch me. I just can't control myself at the moment", she croaked out and I looked at her confused, "I don't want our first time together to be you fucked out of your mind and a quick fuck. I want it to mean something okay? And I'm afraid if you touch me again right now I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk properly tomorrow and I don't want that"
I smiled softly and stepped into the freezing cold water with Emily, placing my hands on her shoulders and kissing away a tiny amount of blood from the bite I had inflicted on her neck.
I wrapped my arms around Emily in a gentle hug and she clung to me, burying her head into my shoulder. We stay in the freezing water until we're both shivering, her fully clothed and me as naked as the day I was born but not giving a fuck just savouring the feeling of each other.
Eventually our teeth chattering became too much and I smile as Emily wraps a towel around me and begins to rub me dry, her eyes filled with love and adoration. I chatter on about the political system of the Aztecs while she nods pretending to be interested. I watch Emily longingly as she strips down to her bra and knickers, placing the clothes over the shower rod to dry before finding herself a towel and pulling me towards the bedroom when I let out a sleepy yawn.
"You're in your sleepy phase now. Thank god. I don't think I could've handled another hyperactive Naomi", Emily said softly, chuckling huskily.
"Emsy, you're really really pretty", I say to her very seriously.
"And you're really really beautiful and really really stoned", she replies gently before indicating a t-shirt but I shake my head.
"Naked", I mumble happily as Emily towel dries my hair and puts me into bed.
I watch Emily from the bed as she looks through her draws finding new dry clothes and underwear before disappearing into the bathroom before reappearing shortly after dressed and drying her hair.
"You okay, beautiful?", she asks as I struggle to keep my eyes open and nod to her, "Good. I'm going to go but I'll call you in the morning okay?"
I sit up and shake my head violently.
"No, Emily. I want you to stay", I say seriously, "Please"
I can see Emily hesitate as she thinks this through before shaking her head and looking at me in the big bed.
"I'm scared you'll regret asking me tomorrow morning", she says looking at me sadly.
"Never", I whisper fiercely before patting the spot next to me.
Emily smiles softly before slowly walking towards the bed and pulling the sheets back.
"Emily", I say with raised eyebrows and a smirk, "This is a no clothes zone, remember?"
She smirks before hissing and begins to undress, leaving only her underwear and my old pig shirt.
"I'm not getting naked, Naomi. This or nothing", she says firmly, her eyes twinkling.
"Get in already", I mumble with puppy dog eyes. Emily slips into the bed and I immediately snuggle up to her, placing my head on her chest and draping my leg over hers. Emily strokes my hair and kisses my temple.
"Night Emy", I tell her before closing my eyes and enjoying the vibrations of her chest when she replies to me.
Sometime later, Emily is still stroking my hair and I'm still struggle with consciousness, desperate to savour every second in Emily's arms again. I'm not surprised when she starts to whisper to me; ever since we've been together whenever she thinks I'm asleep she always talks to me. Telling me reasons why she loves me, her fears and dreams or just general wonderful random facts about her; secretly I love it and have never told her I listen because I'm scared she'll stop.
"There's so much I need and want to tell you, but I don't know where to start. I've been so empty and numb, Naoms. So fucking dead to life. It was like one day I woke up and I realised that you, Effy, Katie and even Cook are going somewhere but I'm not. I hated my fucking job and I had no real passions, ambitions or thirst for life. The only thing that meant anything or felt real was you, well and Katie but mostly you. Slowly the emptiness spread through every single pore of my body and I was barely functioning. I thought maybe marriage could help, fill this internal void I had but you didn't want that, I just lost it. I lost sight of the things that defined me as a person and I was just an empty vessel floating. I made myself believe you didn't love me. Then I went to Katie's. Things got worse. I lost my mind. I went mad. I got fucked. I fucked her. I fucked her to feel something. To feel wanted. To feel needed. To not be numb anymore," she choked as she spat this last part out before continuing, "when I woke up, she was wrapped around me and I just lost it, screaming and crying. The full weight of my decisions finally hitting me, I was so empty, so plagued with self-loathing and guilt. Then you turned up at Katie's and I suddenly felt something. I realized that all along the answer to this emptiness was right in front of me. It was you. But it was too late to try and talk. Deep down, the moment I saw you, my soul responded to yours and I felt something stir and I knew I needed to cling to it. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I fucked up but I'll make it right. I love you. You're the only person who knows me inside out. You're the only person who makes me feel anything. I love you more than anything. You are everything".
I gently sat up and looked into her dripping eyes before pressing a soft kiss onto her lips, letting her know it's okay and I understand and that I'm still here.
"I know you're awake when I talk to you", she says softly and I brush her tears away before kissing her again.
" You're a clever Fitch", I murmur to her before smiling tiredly, " I love you, twat"
"I love you more", Emily replies and I snuggle back into her chest chuckling before sleep takes over as Emily continues to stroke my hair, murmuring every so often how much she loves me.
Don't ever trust special blends. Seriously. Review! Tell me you loved, hated or felt nonchalant (my favourite word)!