A/N: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Feels weird to write "Keffy" action. I'll admit I ship most attractive females with females. Even walking down the street, I ship them. But all things considered, I think they had a story that wanted told. I like them together. Thanks to those who reviewed although, I still can't figure out why 20 chapters in, I don't have more. Something you like? Something you don't? Review me. It's the only way I'll learn. *flails kitten paws*
Bristol, England – (Naomi)
Katie and Effy storm out of Freddie's party together. I hear something slam against the side of the shed. "Oh god not here," I think. Damn Katie and Effy. I quickly run over to the stereo and turn it up.
"Yeah, I love this song." I blurt out.
"Really?" Freddie says incredulously. "I didn't take you for much of a Gaga fan. Huh." He says turning away to get another beer.
I stand awkwardly by the stereo as Emily, again, stifles her laughter. "Bad Romance" croons over the stereo and I shuffle over to Emily's side.
Karen marches up to Emily and myself and looks at us expectantly. "I know you remember before. You wouldn't have covered for Katie and Effy if you didn't."
I stare at her gobsmacked. "Yeah, we do. But why doesn't Freddie? He seems pretty oblivious. I mean, he invited us to his party."
"Well, we're friends yeah?" Karen says smiling. "And I'm glad he doesn't remember. He hated everything. He hated himself, so much. There was so much pain in his eyes every time I looked at him. But now, there's love. All that's left is love. That's the kind of happiness I want for my brother, okay? Promise me you won't tell him about before, ever." She says looking so desperate and expectant that it makes me choke up.
"We won't." Emily says grabbing Karen's arm gently, her soft brown eyes filled with empathy.
"What could we possibly say? Don't worry Karen." I reassure.
I hear loud whistling as the door is thrust open, revealing a very jovial looking Cook. "Hello, everybody!" he shouts.
"Cook!" Emily yells and runs to hug him. "Naomi and I were worried," she whispers into his hair.
"I'm fine, little one. Nothing stops old Cook. Not even a little bit of mind-fuckery like this. Bit of a trip this is, eh? Being human again and all." He says the last part quieter than the first. "Well, hellloooo love." Cook says shifting his attentions to Karen standing near us by the door. Her purple track suit and general appearance seems to please Cook as he licks his lips. "Always fancied me a bit of Karen," he says patting his stomach.
"Jesus," I say laughing. "You don't waste any time."
"Nah, blondie. Nah. You never know when it'll be your last moment, yeah? Gotta reach out and grab life by the balls." He says grinning boyishly.
"Gross, Cook. " I say laughing.
"Hey Cook," Karen says waving with a broad smile. And I think I see something there, a spark. I see a spark in the making and I hope the rain does not come and wash away the chance I see there flickering in her eyes. I do so want him to be happy. But Heaven help her if she falls in love with him, I think laughing to myself.
Eventually Katie marches back into the shed, hair slightly disheveled, cheeks pink. Effy follows behind her, smirking like the cat who ate the canary.
Another day dawns upon me, brand new, bright, and pulsing with expectations. The sunlight is streaming in through my window panes, shafts bathing my bedroom in a warm glow. The red sheets upon my mattress frame the small pale girl lying next to me, like something out of a painting. I stare at her with unbridled adoration and love. I stare at her like at any moment she might disappear. The sunlight beams brightly against her brown hair, highlighting it in warm copper and gold hues. It is like an explosion in my room, an explosion in my heart. That soft light caresses her side, the curve of her breast down to her hip. I mimic it, ghosting it with my hand; careful not to wake her. She is beautiful. I hesitate. No, not beautiful. Everyone calls their love beautiful. She couldn't ever be something millions of other girls are. She is so much more. She is magnificent. I hesitate again. How is she even with me? How is this possible?
That I could be so lucky, that Naomi Campbell love struck and almost mad with desire; could win the heart of the woman she adored? This very second, I ache to breathe her scent and I burn to hold her close. God, this could get painful. This could be utter disaster if she ever left me. I try not to let every image burn me with its warmth; the magnitude of it, searing into my memory. The very first time I looked into her eyes. The first time she smiled at me, our first kiss. The first time we made love. My mind was filling those moments away to some special place inside me and I raged against it. I did not want to need her that much. But I did. I do. And I probably always will. I pushed my hand through my blonde hair in frustration.
"Fucks sake," I whisper.
"I can feel you staring at me, pervert." I hear Emily's throaty voice say.
I jump half a foot before laughing, "Jesus! Emily, I didn't know you were awake."
"Well I wasn't until you started 'feeling me up' in my sleep. Very classy, Campbell." Emily says chuckling at my expense.
"I wasn't. Well, dammit Emily!" I say jumping on her, beginning to tickle her sides.
She laughs breathlessly as we wrestle around on my bed. My hands are feverishly moving over her looking for her most sensitive spot to brush against, trying desperately to make her pay. Emily wriggles and rolls, laughing the whole time. I think she is laughing out of pure joy. The sound is beautiful, like music. Gliding through the air into the drums of my ear, pushing against them, twisting and turning, filing themselves neatly away with everything I would possibly miss if she ever left. I look at the curves of her slender neck, the sharp lines of her jaw. I take in her soft, pink lips bursting open – pearl white teeth, glistening, smooth, deft tongue hiding within. I stare at her button nose, her brown eyes like glimmering pools. Reflecting my own joy back at me, reflecting everything I never thought I would have. I stop tickling Emily and gaze at her seriously.
"Naoms? What's wrong? You look serious." Emily asks inquisitively still gasping for breath.
"I am serious. Everything is so fucking serious to me," I say mumbling the words out.
"Naoms?" Emily looks at me a little worried.
"I love you, you know?" I say softly.
"I know." She says stroking my jaw line.
"You're fucking perfect," I say holding back tears.
"No, no I'm not. Please don't say that. Don't put me up on a pedestal, Naomi. You might put me up so high, you'll never reach me. I don't want that." Emily turns her head to the side and sighs before looking at me again. "Don't worship me. Love me. That's all I need. Listen to me. Try to understand me. Be there for me when I need you. But if you worship me, I'll never live up to that. I can never be what 'fantasy Emily' is. She can be what ever you want, but I can't. I'm just me, broken, scared, and maybe just a little bit stubborn. I'm imperfect and wild, but real, so fucking real." And with that, she reaches out and grabs my hand and pushes it onto her heaving chest. I bite my lip as I feel her nipple grow hard beneath my palm. My throat grows dry and I lick my lips repeatedly as I stare at her hooded eyes and pale bosom. "Naomi, are you going to kiss me?" She asks in that deliciously husky voice I have grown to adore.
"I was thinking about it," I say smiling devilishly.
"Stop thinking so fucking much." She says pulling me into her for a kiss. I feel our bodies collide, breasts pressing together as her tongue moves in my mouth. The warmth of her mouth upon mine and her sweet tongue dancing with my own causes an involuntary flood between my legs.
I gasp for air. As always, my mind is swimming, drowning in Emily Fitch. Her scent invading my senses, a softness, a sweetness, something undeniably her own, I breathe her in. I want to live wrapped up in that scent. I breathe in wildly as I move to kiss her neck. I nip at it and suck the smooth, warm flesh I find there. I hear Emily gasp and she begins to writhe beneath me. I move back to her mouth and kiss her slowly. I softly graze her left breast with my hand. I am savoring her. I am torn between the desire to devour her and the desire to slowly burn beneath her. I want it all.
The possibilities are endless. I continue slowly teasing my petite brunette and she writhes with ecstacy, her smooth body gliding beneath me. It elevates my arousal more than I can express, but I attempt it with a low, guttural groan. Emily moans in response.
Then she flips us over and straddles my left hip, angling her body against mine, peppering me with slow, sensuous kisses. My heart is bursting with unbridled joy and passion. I think of touching her endlessly, never moving from this bed as seasons passed and leaves fell and I would never feel like I missed a thing. She is everything. I cannot possibly ever express this to her though. The madness of it possesses, even me; to love someone like that. I told you I wanted a word stronger than "Love". I have seen so much more though. I know who we are to each other and what we might become.
It is so lonely to be locked inside of this body, this shell; for a lifetime. We seek out others who make us feel, whole, less lonely, less alone. That connection is part of our purpose on this planet, part of what we are. And I want to share all of me, with her. The things that frighten me, the tears I have needlessly and will needlessly shed; the joy, the anger and the ecstasy of me. I want her to see me like no one else has, and I do not want her to run away from it. I will split open wide, the light of my love shining from me and she will not edge away when the blood of my sins runs to her feet. She will stay. I want her to stay.
I watch her in awe as she pulls up and pushes strands of her dark hair from her face and neatly tucks it behind her right ear. Her expression is one of simple tenderness towards me, unfiltered affection and still somewhat unbelievable in my opinion, love. Emily Fitch is in love with me. I feel her body move slightly and I bite my lip as I feel wetness upon my thigh, Emily's wetness. Jesus. God. "Emily…fucking hell," I groan.
I am blithering like an idiot inside my own head. A million miles a minute, everything rushing like a freight train. "Fucking kiss her, you moron!" My brain berates me. And I do, suddenly, fiercely with the fervor of a maniac.
She smiles into the kiss and her hands roam over the ivory expanse of my body. I tremble beneath her, exposed in every way possible; my body, my heart, my fucking soul.
I use celestial colors to paint this image into my brain. To save forever in the halls of my conscious mind, her beauty, her kiss, such life saving power in her touch.
Emily straddles my right thigh and sits upright, her hair slightly tousled and her lips swollen from kissing. She is naked, but gorgeous. Like a statue carved out of alabaster or like a woman-king from ages past. I cannot think of her as just any mere woman. But I do not want an idol. I do not want an image so pure and so pristine that I am too defiled to even touch it. I want something real. I want someone like Emily, someone gloriously flawed and beautiful because of them, not in spite of them. I really do want the heart and aching desperate soul of her. It is all that will ever last. She breathes in and I watch her chest rise and fall with every gasp of oxygen to enter her lungs. The carbon-dioxide she expels swirling around me, stealing my breath. Her nipples are rock-hard and her hips are moving slightly against my thigh. Fuck me, is that ever sexy. Her eyes seem to shine in the low light. They shine like onyx, dark, urgent and wild. I stare at her, my body screaming for her to touch me. I instinctively spread my legs apart and I see Emily smile.
"Fuck, you are beautiful," she whispers. "I mean, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes because, God. You'd be dying right now. My heart is slamming so hard against my ribcage that it's painful, babes."
I reach up and press my hand to her chest, feeling the erratic beating of her heart. It slams against her ribcage and I look up at her face. She is panting, occasionally lifting her arm to brush her tousled hair out of her face with her hand. The silence is deafening. Emily moves down slowly to kiss me again. It is sensuous, passionate and full of need.
Everything in me screams a melody of delight. Everything in me sings a song of beauty. Her lips against mine feel like an explosion going off inside my brain. I just want her to want me. I want her to need me like life needs life. Like nothing else will ever matter. I want to be wrecked by her presence and her, decimated by mine. I want to be both the destroyer and the destroyed. I am gasping for air as her scent invades me, softness, vanilla, sweetness and sweat. Her heart is thumping out her arousal to me. I can hear her moaning in between kisses. I can feel the velvet of her skin colliding with mine. I see her beauteous frame in the soft light and I ache inside. I feel another rush of wetness over take me. I can feel everything moving in slow-motion. Every time I touch her, it feels like it is over too soon. This time, I want to make it last. I want it to be held in the 'Halls of Fucking' somewhere as a beacon for others. I want the neighbors to hear us. I want the world to know. I belong to Emily Fitch.
Emily moves her hand down my body slowly and I shiver in anticipation. I begin to tremble in earnest. This girl does that to me. Leaves me shaking and afraid, afraid of the power she holds over me. But I will not run. Right here, right now, there is nowhere I would rather be.
I gasp as her hand finds its way between my thighs and she begins gently stroking my clit with her fingers. I arch as much as possible, bucking my hips involuntarily with each movement of her hand.
As I flood her fingers with my own want, she smiles as she leans in to fiercely kiss me. I gasp and moan into her mouth. This only makes her movements more frenzied across my swollen nub. I growl into her mouth. I hear Emily gasp as I feel her wetness increase upon my thigh.
She moves down to hungrily suck on my right nipple. I moan loudly as I feel her fingers enter me and pick up speed. We find a rhythm and I surge forward against her hand. Her muscles are taught and burning, her eyes bright and shining. Again and again and again, I glide against her. I feel the sensation lessening. I manage to choke out in a desperate cry, "Add another finger, Emily."
She nods in a trance as she slips another of her perfect fingers into my heated center. The sensation of her filling me further causes me to cry out in ecstasy. "Fuck. Fucking. Oh god! Emily!" I buck harder against her. We are panting as Emily pushes into me harder, finding no resistance, only my warm wetness, greeting her.
I feel my orgasm building. I begin to shake harder as she moves to my breasts again, biting the nipple and then gently sucking. I scream out. "Fuck! Oh god!"
She moves to my neck and sucks it hard, I inhale her scent and am driven over the edge by it. "Emily!" I cry out. Unable to think of anything else more beautiful to say than that. I shiver with after shocks as Emily keeps her fingers inside me. Her wetness soaks my thigh. She moves to kiss me with her soft, elegant lips. Her kisses pick up further and before I know it, she is moving inside me again. More hungry, more frantic, as if she is the one afraid I might disappear. I rocket towards another orgasm at her every touch.
Only when I am physically spent and hoarse from screaming, (my poor neighbors); does she say anything at all. She lays beside me staring at my face in the soft, lingering light.
"I love you," she whispers.
"Yeah, I love you too." I say grinning broadly.
"I want a word stronger than love though, do you know what I mean?" she says her eyes bright and open. My own thoughts reflected back at me.
"Yes. I know exactly what you mean." I say moving to kiss her.
Okay. I'm thinking of doing maybe 1 or 2 more chapters to wrap some stuff up, if the inspiration strikes. You know what to do. Please review me!