Foolishgames
It had not escaped Emily that Naomi was now lying awake next to her, waiting expectantly for the next move that the redhead would make. She lost control of her pulse once again as the remnants of the flashback of days long past that had suddenly cascaded over her intermingled with newer, less dangerous memories. Their games had become so much more benign since their inevitable crash landing after one too many thrills all those years ago. Now, they were aimed more towards keeping the spark alive rather than creating lust filled chases aimed at inducing endless rushes of endorphins. They were so much less focused on pushing each other.
She smiled inwardly as she realized who she was going to be today.
Today, Emily felt like pushing.
Without another thought she stretched and yawned, feigning that she had just awoken. She pushed herself up so she could turn to face her prey; so she could begin yet another one of their games.
But Naomi wasn't there.
Emily wrinkled her brow in confusion, wondering how that could possibly have happened. She didn't feel the bed dip, or hear the creak of the floorboards, or sense the loss of Naomi's warmth.
She was simply gone.
She pealed the covers from her body and pulled herself up, glancing momentarily around the room for any trace of the apparently ninja-like blonde. She walked towards the window, hoping that by drawing the shutters she would be offered more of a view of the room than the dulled lighting could provide. She yanked on the cord, and the shutters flew up presenting an image that made Emily's heart stop in her chest.
Darkness.
I could have sworn it was morning, she thought, surprised that the dull lighting that had been peaking through their shutters was from the streetlights rather than natural daylight. Emily felt her pulse quickening as an overwhelming sense of uneasiness began to seep in.
"Naomi?" she queried hesitantly to the room, recoiling slightly as the word echoed through the seemingly empty flat, breaking the equilibrium of silence that she had been maintaining since she woke up. She was unsteady on her feet as they carried her across the room and out their bedroom door. The hallway was darker than their room had been, and Emily was beginning to feel as though she had walked straight into a scene in an Alfred Hitchcock film. Every step she took seemed to be deafening, heightening her confusion of how the blonde had managed to slip out without her noticing.
"Naomi, come on, this isn't fucking funn-"
She could swear she heard the sound of her body smacking against the wall before she felt it, but all of a sudden Emily was violently pressed into the wall. She felt two cold hands, one on her shoulder and one rested on her hip as a warm body held her firmly in place. She struggled, but her captor was too strong. She felt erect nipples pressing hard into her back as the hand on her hip began to move southward making her own nipples begin to strain against the material of her bra. The hand dipped into her shorts, eliciting a stifled moan from the redhead as icy fingers began to trace her swollen nub. Before she could even react to the sensation, she felt the other hand making its way down the back of her shorts as the body behind her continued to hold her against the wall.
A strangled cry escaped her lips as two fingers were thrust roughly inside her.