A/N: AAGH! SHIRA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Lol. I was taken away… to New York… to visit my sister… and her adorable daughter… (her husband too…) and they didn't have any wifi… so for a week I've been STARVED to post something… tomorrow (Wednesday) I shall be returning home and likely posting this chapter, as well as a few chapters of a story I started writing while I was bored…
So, I'm not sure exactly what I want to happen next, considering Emily and Naomi got a little cozy earlier than I expected them to… may have to adjust my pre-planned plot line here and there to fit it… I'll just um, see how this turns out I guess.
I LOVES YOU. Once again, sorry I couldn't post, I really, really wanted too. I know I promised… but this whole 'no-wifi' was kind of thrown on me with no warning.
(So far, I've written most of this chapter, and returned up here to write a warning: things get hot in this one…) (I do return to calm/cutesey things after this chapter, just needed this to happen to get back into their normal lovey dovey routine.) (When I say hot, I don't mean sex, close, but not yet... So… sorry ;) LOL. )
Perhaps this is a treat for some of you. The tension becomes unbearable in this one. ;)
(* I couldn't remember the name of the cookies that Naomi likes, I think it was gerribaldies? Or gerribeadies, "Word" says it's garibaldi's but I don't think that's it… ? Or something… so please excuse me if it's incorrect…)
Chapter Twenty: Night Activities (Same day as previous chapter…)
"Hey, Naoms, you awake?" Emily's head was on top of the blonde's stomach. They were both spread out on the couch having fallen asleep after their chatter slowly decreased while they had watched old re-runs on the T.V. Emily didn't need to lift her head up and look, to know that the blonde was scrunching her nose in response to the question, attempting to avoid waking up and sleep some more. Emily had discovered that Naomi was a heavy sleeper after trying to wake her up various times when Naomi fell asleep during the funny parts of the shows. "Naoms, come on, wake up!"
Naomi was already awake but she pretended to be still asleep and faked moving her arm in her sleep so it was then resting right on top of Emily's mouth, preventing the red-head from further chatter. "Naoms, I know you're doing that on purpose." Emily's speech was muffled through the narrow fingers resting on her lips. "Naoms…" The hand on her lips started to slip lower onto the smaller girl's neck and lightly tickle the exposed skin there. "Stop that, you cow!"
Emily couldn't help the laughter that erupted from her throat and the way her body jerked away from the gentle touch, very ticklish. The tickling started became more serious as Emily tried harder to pull away and make Naomi stop. Emily's eyes were squeezed shut she was laughing so hard, with Naomi now fully sat up pinning Emily's arms down with one hand and tickling her all over with the other.
"OKAY! OKAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Emily managed to squeal between gasps for air.
Naomi stopped tickling Emily but didn't let go of the small hands she was holding tightly together with her other hand. "Hmm… I'm going to have to think about that, Fitch. Needs to be something… good…"
The red-head looked up so her brown eyes met the blue ones looking down at her. They both were smiling at each other, "How about a kiss?"
"That would be something… good." Naomi bit her lip suggestively.
"Yeah? Then let my hands go so I can sit up…"
"How can I trust you, Fitch?" The blonde raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"You'll just have to hope I want a kiss as badly as you do…"
"I think that sounds reasonable." Naomi loosened her hold on the soft hands. Emily wasted no time turning around so she was straddling Naomi and then pinning Naomi's hands down, reversing the roles. "That wasn't very nice…" Naomi laughed, semi-surprised.
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you like it that way…" Emily gave her a devilish smile before pressing a kiss to the corner of the blonde's lips. Naomi tried to turn her head for some proper contact but was refused such when Emily pulled away grinning.
"You're such a fucking tease."
"The night is young babes; if I started kissing you anymore than that we wouldn't be able to leave this couch and go out…" Emily let go of Naomi's hands and climbed off of her, now standing next to the couch looking down at her frowning girlfriend.
"Who said I wanted to go out?" Naomi tried to grab Emily's hand and pull her back down, but failed when Emily took a step further away.
"Well, I'm going out. You're welcome to join me…" Emily smirked knowing what Naomi was going to say before she said it.
"You know I can't refuse you." Naomi got up and headed to her room, following her girlfriend in the direction of her closet. "Ems, what are you doing?" Emily was already pushing shirts on their hangers aside, looking through all Naomi's clothes.
"I smell like smoke and alcohol from the bowling alley, I'm really not interested in smelling the rest of the night. You should probably change too…" Emily laughed pulling out a t-shirt with a pig on it, looking at Naomi questioningly, referring to the shirt.
"What? I like that shirt. It's one of my favorites…" Naomi took a step closer to Emily to take the shirt from her; she took a breath in, not believing that Emily could ever smell bad. Emily always had the most delicious scent that Naomi always tried to sneak a smell of when they were close together, without Emily actually noticing her doing so. "Shit, you're right." Naomi tilted her head down to smell herself, "Don't exactly smell of roses, do we…?" She chuckled.
"Not quite..." Emily laughed too. "Maybe we should shower too…" She was about to put the pig shirt back when the taller girl plucked it out of her hands.
"I think I should wear that tonight." Naomi said, just the thought of embarrassing Emily amused her.
"You don't even know where we're going, Naoms…" Emily raised an eyebrow at her antics.
"I don't recall you having a plan either…"
"Maybe I do and just haven't told you."
"Right, well, I'm going to wear my pig shirt regardless... with… these skinny jeans. I think they make a nice pair, mind you." Naomi took her clothes and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, getting undressed as she turned on the shower to hop into it.
Emily leaned against the door and spoke through the small crack of the opening, "I really don't think you want to wear that Naoms…"
She heard Naomi slide the shower door and go into the water, the blonde's voice echoed back through the door when she responded. "Ems, if you get to have an obsession with cows, I think I'm more than entitled to wear a pig shirt when I'd like to."
"Suit yourself, babes." Emily sighed, knowing she'd be reversing Naomi's attempts to embarrass her later tonight. She left Naomi to shower and searched the closet for something to wear. She eventually found a pair of black skinny jeans that would be a little long but would look okay bunched around her ankles. She then managed to find a solid black hoodie that must have been a little too short on Naomi, considering the way it fit her perfectly and the way it had been pushed all the way to the back of the closet when she found it.
In another hour or so they were both dressed and ready, walking down the steps out of the building. "So, where we going, Ems?" Naomi took one of the smaller swinging hands into her own, entwining their fingers together. The closeness ended up causing their arms to brush against each other, and even through the fabric they both reacted to the gentle friction.
"It's a surprise…"
"I honestly don't think there's a place you could take me that would actually embarrass me just because I'm wearing this shirt… don't bother wasting your time, hun." Naomi winked triumphantly.
"Wanna bet?" Emily stopped them from walking for a second to look into Naomi's eyes daringly.
"Fuck it… what's your wager Fitch?"
"Hmm, loser has to make sure the winner doesn't get bored for an entire week…"
"Any rules?"
"Regarding making you lose the bet or the eventful week at your expense I'm going to win?" Emily smirked.
"You're confident with no reason to be, but yes, to both…"
"I dun' know… you have any ideas for rules?"
"No teasing kisses qualify as a real part of the prize, as you seem to make a habit of doing so frequently…"
"Fine, fine… It has to be a real prize… anything else, Naoms? The rules go both ways by the way, in case I actually do happen to lose, as unlikely as that is…"
"No strip clubs. Admittedly, I would feel stupid going there in a pig t-shirt, however the feeling of stupidity would be for greater reasons than that."
"No strip clubs, no teasing kisses… got it." Emily teased.
"You make me sound prude."
"You are prude."
"I seem to recall you're the one who pulls away anytime things start to get fun…"
"Touché. Once again, I've got to make you take your shirt off, and if I don't by the end of the night, you win. You accept the terms?"
"Deal." Naomi knew there was something wrong the way Emily worded it differently than from before; the way that the red-head avoided using the word 'embarrass' in the deal-making, however, she underestimated her and chose to assume that Emily was just not taking this too seriously and it didn't really mean anything. They shook hands, but once they had shaken Emily didn't let go, she just pulled Naomi down a couple streets quickly until they were stood in front of a dodgy-looking, narrow, three-story, house.
"The fuck is this place?"
"It's a party, babes…" Emily let go of Naomi's hand to pull off the black hoodie, revealing a ripped up black tank top that Naomi remembered having from her college years. It actually wasn't ripped on purpose; it had gotten stuck when she fell onto a crate of apples near a street vendor, she had been in a rush to get to her classes after she was already a few minutes late. But the way it fit Emily and was showing off a sleek black bra and her smooth skin between the rips, it definitely looked like it was that way intentionally… Naomi licked her light-pink lips subconsciously, forgetting about the deal for a moment, only wanting to get closer to her little red-head.
Instead Emily backed away again and shook her head, "Ah-ah. Not until you lose the bet…" Emily took the taller girl's hand and pulled her inside the door, not even bothering to knock on it and wait for someone to let them in.
It took them a moment to catch their breath in the thick smoke that was most definitely an accumulation of people smoking fags and blunts inside the house without proper ventilation. It was enough to give them both a feeling of being high after only getting a few steps further inside. The heat level was rising, also, likely due to people flicking their lighters on and off to light up; that, and the fact that the house was probably filled beyond its capacity level with sweaty people.
People their age and younger were lined up against the walls dancing, making out, grinding, drinking, and smoking. The house felt like it was going to collapse the way the bass was vibrating through the wood floors climbing up their legs and seeping into their bones, causing them to breathe the rhythm. Naomi started to take a closer look at the people as Emily's hand kept pulling them deeper through the crowds through various dark rooms. She saw they were all barely clothed, now noticed the sweat filled stench that started to swarm her.
They stopped inside a room that had shelving all over the walls, books that were previously resting on them were knocked away probably being trampled by the feet of the people jumping up and down to the music. Instead of the books, were bottles of various types of alcohol on display, available for anyone who could get close enough, to reach and take them. When Emily pointed upward, Naomi got the hint, that by being the taller one, she should get a bottle of Jack down for them to share.
Being her usual self Naomi wiped the lip of the bottle on the hem of her pig shirt before taking a 'healthy' swig and handing it to the smaller girl who was being pressed further into her because of the raging crowd. They ended up dancing for awhile, their heart beats racing as they danced closer and closer to each other until there wasn't any possible room between them.
Naomi felt Emily's back pressing into her front, slowly going up and down, and she couldn't help the way her hands so fluidly wrapped themselves around her girlfriend's waist and started stroking Emily's stomach beneath the ripped tank top. The tank top that was getting more and more ripped, so much so that it was now very close to coming off entirely, enough so that she could see Emily's bra and skin more than any resemblance of the shirt that had been there originally.
Emily couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to lick Naomi's neck, needing to taste her skin, but too tired to stand taller and kiss Naomi's lips. She could taste the saltiness of the sweat on her tongue, knew she was sweating too. The way they've been dancing, it would've been crazy if they weren't sweating… She felt Naomi's hot hand wiping away a few drops above her brow. She laughed slightly, imagining they probably smelled worse than when they smelled before the showers they took, before they came to the party.
Naomi shut her eyes and let her head fall back when Emily turned back around and started dancing even harder against her, up and down her legs. She could feel her stomach doing somersaults and felt like she was going to fall over in the sensation, but she kept a firm grip on her girlfriend's waist to help herself keep steady as she danced back. She then felt Emily's hand wrap around her neck and pull gently, causing her to bend her head low next to Emily's.
"I want to feel you." Emily whispered into her ear, a loud whisper that could be heard by her, despite the music. Naomi's eyes went black with lust for a moment before her stupid brain started yelling at her.
"Ems… the deal…"
"Fuck the deal…"
Naomi looked up to avoid making up her mind instantly, which she would have done if she looked into the blackness of Emily's eyes for a second longer. She tried to think rational thoughts, but Emily's flat, hot stomach was pressed against the fabric of her shirt and was quickly taking away any objections she could possibly come up with.
"I'd do anything for you." Naomi whispered into Emily's ear, having decided. She quickly threw off her shirt unsure where it landed; smiling at the thought that it probably landed on some dancing tosser's head. The smile turned quickly into a gasp when Emily started pressing hot open-mouth kisses along her collar bone, moving down towards her grey bra, now on show. They weren't even dancing anymore; Naomi was standing still as Emily's hands and lips moved along the taller girl's slim body.
Emily wrapped her fingers into the belt loops of Naomi's jeans, "I fucking love you. I love you so much."
"You're not just saying that cause you're face to face with my ti-" Naomi was cut off when Emily's lips captured hers. She could feel Emily's teeth tugging on her lower lip playfully, before letting it go and looking up into her blue eyes, many shades darker.
"Naomi, take me outside." Emily suddenly loosened the tight grip she had on Naomi's hips. The blonde realized something was off, that this wasn't some ploy to have alley sex like she'd have thought if she wasn't thinking properly... She quickly grabbed Emily's hand and shoved people out of the way like some kind of super hero, until they were standing outside the door about to go down the steps. Emily tripped and landed at the bottom of the three steps too intoxicated to catch herself, and Naomi too slow to make an attempt to catch her before she hits the pavement.
"FUCK EMS! Are you okay?"
"I think there was something… in one of those… drinks…" Emily mumbled before she passed out.
She woke up awhile later with a cold and wet cloth draped on her forehead. Her head was pounding but she was relieved to see her girlfriend sitting next to her… It took her a moment to realize there was an I.V. in her arm and that Naomi was holding a straw that was extending out of a cup of water in front of her mouth. She took it between her lips and swallowed a couple gulps full, feeling a little bit better than before.
"You feeling any better?"
"A bit. Do they know what I took?" Emily asked, referring to the doctors, knowing full well she's in a hospital room.
"Some drug new to the streets of Bristol… didn't quite catch the name, don't think they actually, um, wanted me to anyway… but the doc said the side effects would explain your, um… sexual behavior…" Naomi whispered the last part.
"My what?" Emily didn't catch what she said.
"You grew incredibly horny as the night went on…"
"Oh fuck. Did we do anything…?"
"We, um, didn't have… sex… but there was some intense, um… kissing, that I can recall… not that I could exactly forget…" Naomi cleared her throat, uncomfortable having to say it out loud… in a public hospital.
Emily smiled sweetly at Naomi who was clearly struggling to vocalize the happenings of last night. The red-head was very well aware of what she could be like when she was drunk and out of control, and could only imagine how much the drugs probably intensified those tendencies… "Naoms, I want our first time together to be when we're sober."
"I was hoping you'd feel that way…" Naomi blushed.
"I figured you felt that way too; you seem to get all nervous whenever you have to actually talk about it."
"Well… that's because… I don't really know shit in the, um, 'girl pleasuring department…'" Naomi rushed out so quickly that it was all practically jumbled up into one word.
"That's what I'm here for." Emily winked and caused Naomi's blush to turn a deeper shade of red.
Emily noticed that Naomi was wearing a hospital gown, unsure why. "Did something happen to you?" Emily asked. It took a second for Naomi to realize what she was talking about.
"Oh, the gown? Well, let's just say you technically won the fucking bet…"
"I did?"
"Yes, however, you still didn't manage to completely get rid of the pig shirt… If you look under your covers you'll see that it's actually on you… I found it when I ran back inside the house to phone the ambulance… And it happened to be that I consider that shirt good luck so I slipped it on you before they brought you here…"
"So I guess we both won."
"Yes, you get a week of favors from me, and I get to keep my pig shirt."
"Are you going to tell me why you like this shirt so much?"
"Maybe one day… I've got to keep a few mysteries about myself; otherwise, you'll just get bored of me." Naomi laughed, even though she didn't truly think that. She knew she could never ever get bored of Emily, even if Emily were to become a cat lady, always telling stories about the way her cat's would play with mice and shit in a box… she still wouldn't get bored of hearing the red-head talk to her…
"I may get bored of you, but I can't deny that you're handy. It's good to have a nice arm extension by my side at all times…" Emily had a laugh.
"So I'm just your slave, am I, there too reach anything your short little arms can't get?"
"That's exactly it." Emily smiled cheekily.
"Fine then, see if I'm going to help you the next time you can't reach the biscuits on the top shelf of the grocery store…"
"I don't think that's going to be a problem, Naoms…"
"Why not? You think I'm easy to sway?"
"No, I just don't think you're stupid enough to deny yourself your gerribaldies."
"Do you have to be right every single time, Fitch?"
"Do you have to even ask?"
Naomi sighed and laughed, not even bothering to respond…
"So when do I get released?"
"The doctor will probably be back in a few minutes to check your vitals now that you're awake… I predict we'll be out of here within the next half hour…"
"Good, this place smells of Lysol, and I fucking hate that smell."
"You don't smell much better at the moment."
"Déjà vu….Hey Naoms, remember the deal…?"
"Of course we were just talking about it a minute ago… are you just bringing it up to rub your win in my face again?"
"Not intentionally, I just want a coffee." Emily chuckled.
"Yes master, your wishes for the rest of the week are my commands." Naomi saluted Emily playfully before getting up and leaving the room to get Emily a coffee from the cafeteria she had visited earlier to get some breakfast when Emily was sleeping. (She wouldn't have left Emily's side, but her hangover was getting too bad to stay awake without any food to sober her up and bring her stomach back to normality…)
Naomi reappeared in the doorway five seconds later, "Um, Emily, I forgot to ask, do you want a particular coffee?"
"You could get me a mocha frappacino."
"I'd hardly call that a coffee… That's like chocolate and sugar and vanilla and ice…"
"Don't forget the whip cream on top, please." Emily said in a childlike voice.
"No marshmallows?"
"I don't think it comes with marshmallows…" Emily said seriously.
"I was joking… I'm pretty sure they don't…"
"Oh, right."
Naomi left the room but returned quickly because she heard Emily call her back from down the hallway a few seconds later.
"What? Miss me too much to let me get you a 'coffee'?"
"No… I just… I was wondering if you would pick up some marshmallows… you kind of made me in the mood for them…"
"Seriously?"
"It's your fault, you brought them up…" Emily chuckled.
"As you wish…" Naomi sighed, not really upset in the least.
"I love you Naoms…"
"No, you love marshmallows and coffee." Naomi laughed and left the room before Emily could retort back.
*BZZT*
Naomi laughed when she realized she was receiving a text from Emily, Katie had picked their mobiles up from the house and dropped them off earlier as a favor she owed Naomi. Emily must've just noticed her own on the bedside table.
gf trumps food –xoxo ems
Naomi sent a response while she exited the building. (She had decided to be a nice girlfriend and pick Emily up an actual drinkable coffee, since she couldn't imagine the ones offered at the hospital cafeteria would be much good…)
Be back in a few, stopping at Starbucks… And I still think food is my toughest competition for your affection, babes. –Naoms
i guess it depends how good the food is ;) –xoxo ems
Maybe I shouldn't get you the expensive coffee… and stick to the nasty cheap stuff… -Naoms
and wht if i sed, the nasty cheap coffee trumps gf anyway ;) –xoxo ems
Then I'd be fucked… :( –Naoms
being fucked isn't so bad ;) –xoxo ems
Only you can make an emoticon dirty… lol. –Naoms
clearly u havnt txted cook b4 –xoxo ems
Fuck, I don't want to know. –Naoms
im fwding 1 of his mssges to u rite now –xoxo ems
Not opening it. –Naoms
chicken –xoxo ems
Pervert –Naoms
bawk bawk –xoxo ems
You can't make me. –Naoms
BAWK BAWK BAWWWK –xoxo ems
Uh-uh –Naoms
its just a pic, cmon do it –xoxo ems
One minute later…
Emily, that was a picture of Cook's dick with a smiley face on it… I don't think that counts as an emoticon… -Naoms
a smiley face is an emoticon, and his dick is very dirty… -xoxo ems
I really regret opening that text now… -Naoms
i was just solidifying ur gayhood –xoxo ems
Consider it 'solidified'… ugh. I'm disturbed. I'll never look at a smiley face the same way again. –Naoms
:) lol –xoxo ems
Bitch. Lol. –Naoms
:) they all cum to deh cookie munster in deh end –xoxo ems
Please! Stop! I'm scarred enough already… -Naoms
i think cook will b amused i got u 2 look at his dick. Lol. –xoxo ems
You think this is funny? –Naoms
yes :) –xoxo ems
I'm sending you a picture… -Naoms
K. :) –xoxo ems
One minute later…
BITCH. LOL –xoxo ems
I personally think my middle finger is cute. –Naoms
me 2, i like ALL ur fingers ;) –xoxo ems
You now owe me 2 pounds for dropping your coffee. –Naoms
did i make u blush? –xoxo ems
I'm not telling you. –Naoms
i did, didnt i? LOL –xoxo ems
cunt –Naoms
fingers, cunt… youre so dirty naoms ;) –xoxo ems
For fuck's sake, STOP IT! LOL. I'm getting weird looks from the people in the shop… -Naoms
luv u babes ;) –xoxo ems
I love you too. On my way back now, see you in a bit. –Naoms
I just added like that whole texting bit an hour after I wrote this. I apologize for my erm dirty mind. LOL. I'm so embarrassed. -.- the things I do for the sake of humor…
Back to their lovey-dovey-ness. Suppose the drug slip was a little bit of "drama" but not really… Considering Emily is going to be out of the hosp by next chapter anyways…
Please, um, let me know what you thought of this chapter in general… as I haven't written for this story in awhile and I'm a bit unsure of it… especially the, um, "hot stuff." At least what I consider to be such…
ALSO: I do have sad news, I'm going to be busy when I'm back home, so this chapter will be posted but I don't know when I'll be able to update next. It's hard enough to write this in NY with the worry that someone may read what's on my laptop… (I seem to be surrounded by a buncha homophobes… curious about what I write about all day so… WHOOPEE…) T_T
Tootles my loves… ^ (btw that last note wasn't a prompt for sympathy, just an update on my reality…)