Naomi wasn't entirely sure how long the drive back to Sharon's house took. She was simply aware that Emily Fitch had stopped kissing her in order to pay the driver and she was not happy. She sat forward in her seat, her lips finding the slender column of Emily's neck. The driver was too busy watching what Naomi was doing to notice the ten pound note Emily was handing over. She rolled her eyes as he finally took it and she managed to persuade Naomi to stop kissing her long enough for them to go out of the car. The drunken blonde stumbled up to Sharon's gate, impatiently fighting with the catch. "Not there." Emily corrected her as she took her hand and led her up the drive of the house next door. There was no way she was spending the night with Naomi in a bunk bed with her twin in the room next door.
She pulled out her keys and slip0ped the familiar little silver key in to the lock of her front door. The catch clicked as she turned the lock and opening the door was like stepping back in time. She quietly led Naomi upstairs, forgetting her dad was no longer there to catch her sneaking in to the house with a girl. The power had been cut off a few days before Emily left for Bristol and so she had to blindly lead the other girl to her room. Once they were inside she safely sat Naomi down on her bed. The blonde giggled as she caught hold of Emily's arm and pulled her down with her. "It's not a pool table, suppose it will have to do." Naomi leant in to kiss her as Emily surged forward to do the same. Their foreheads collided with a smack and both girls burst in to a fit of laughter. Emily tried again and found the other girl's welcoming lips. They tasted liked cherry lip balm and Jaeger and to Emily it was the most exquisite taste in the world. Naomi ran a hand down her bare arm, eliciting a shudder from the smaller girl as she trailed down and reached her thigh. The redhead felt giddy and nervous as Naomi reached up again and pulled down the zip on her dress. She giggled for no reason as the blonde's fingers brushed against her bare back. She felt fifteen again, doing it for the first time and not having a clue what to do.
Finally her brain kicked in to gear as the dress was slipped off her shoulders and Naomi's lips found the soft flesh of her collar, trailing kisses down to her chest. She rolled them over so that Emily was kneeling over the blonde on the bed as she pulled her dress off over her head. She felt a flicker of self-consciousness as she sat in her only her underwear with Naomi's eyes raking over every inch of her body. "You're beautiful." Naomi finally spoke.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Emily pointed out; her voice huskier than the blonde had ever heard it. Naomi quickly rectified the clothing situation by pulling her top over her head and tossing it somewhere across the room. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons of her jeans, an unhelpful mixture of too much alcohol and sheer impatience making it impossible for her to undo the three buttons she needed to take her pants off. Emily shooed her hands away and made it look easy as she undid each button in turn. She helped the blonde pull the skinny jeans down her legs. They got stuck once they got to her ankles and Naomi had to unceremoniously kick and wriggle her legs free, almost knocking Emily off the bed in the process. She was red faced as she finally kicked the offending jeans on to the floor and pulled Emily in for a well-deserved kiss.
The redhead lay over her, their bodies pressed together like two pieces of a puzzle. It was unseasonably warm for Mid-March, even with no heating on in the house and they were quite comfortable lying on top of the covers. Emily eagerly took in every inch of the other girl's body, mapping it out with her lips and committing every detail to memory. Naomi let out an involuntary gasp as Emily's lips reached the waistband of her underwear. She stiffened as Emily went to remove them. "We can stop?" Emily's voice was barely a whisper as she paused in the darkness, her eyes wide and searching as they met Naomi's. The blonde's heart was racing against her chest. It was by no means her first time, but it felt different with Emily. Somehow it felt more intimate, as though if she went through with it she would be giving up part of herself.
"No." She shook her head, making up her mind as she slipped her underwear off, her defences coming down as well. She wanted this. She wanted Emily Fitch. Emily moved slowly, carefully trying not to spook the other girl. She knew how fickle Naomi could be and how easily she could change her mind, no matter how inebriated she was. She slowly kissed her way up the blonde's thigh, stopping as she tensed again. She waited for the other girl's body to relax and was given permission to carry on as Naomi's hands became tangled in her red locks. She felt the other girl's fists clench, pulling her hair as Emily's lips made contact with her sensitive flesh.
The blonde's hips began to buck as the pressure built up in her body. Her breath came out in short rasps as Emily pushed her closer and closer to release. Emily felt Naomi's muscles beginning to tense and pulled back, prolonging her sweet torture of the other girl. She had spent far too long fantasizing about having Naomi Campbell writhing beneath her to let it be over so soon. "Don't stop." Naomi pleaded, her voice strained as Emily pulled away all together. Her lips found the blonde's before curling up in to a smirk. She had no intentions of stopping.
A/N: Apologies for the lack of updates the last couple of days, and for how short this one is. I've been doing ten hour shifts at work as I'm acting store manager this week, so pretty much living there at the moment.