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Chapter Twenty-Six.
Emily's POV
I was forced into the middle seat of our golden chariot, due to the fact that my short stature makes me 'pocket-sized' or some bollocks. It's alright though, it gives me an excuse to be inappropriately close to Naomi; and it's better than Freddie's seat next to the odorous cabbie up front. I swallowed my pill dry just before we got into the car, quickly followed by Nai. We didn't eat that much today so I'm hoping that the drugs kick in sooner rather than later, I want to get the most out of my first, and possibly only, American-clubbing experience.
We arrive outside of some nondescript brick building after about five minutes of driving, the three of us in the backseat quickly hop out, leaving Freds to pay the fare. A few of the neon lights that make up the name of the club are broken, so all I know is that our club of choice is called something with two As, an S, and an L. I spot a small queue formed at the tacky red door of the club and go to join the end of it, but I get pulled back by my hand thats currently attached to Naomi. I look at her questioningly and she just shrugs, nodding her head towards where Eff is stood chatting with one of the hulking bouncers.
He lets out a bellowing laugh and pulls our twiggy magician into a hug before opening the door and allowing the four of us to bypass the queue of pissed off clubbers and enter the club.
Once we're inside Effy explains that a mate of her brother's had moved to America a while back, and she remembered him mentioning that his flatmate worked at a club. I don't know how this girl has a connection to everyone and everything, even outside of sodding England! I don't bother questioning her though, and instead head off to the bar to grab a round of whatever's cheapest.
I turn around when I've got a tray of eight tequila shots balanced on my hand and spot my three mates sat at a high-rise circular table in the corner. I manage to get all the way there without dropping a single shot, and I must say I'm rather impressed with myself.
Nai sees my little self-satisfied grin and laughs, pecking me lightly and then tossing a shot effortlessly down her neck. Her very, very biteable neck. I follow suit and slam my glass down just as Effy and Freddie are doing the same to theirs. We each grab one of the remaining shots and raise it, saying a brief cheers before letting the contents leave a foul taste in my mouth and join its pal, shot number one, in my stomach. Nai extracts herself from the cramped table to fetch the next round, so I figure I might as well survey my surroundings.
It's pretty similar to the clubs we've got back home, a pulsating dance floor being illuminated periodically by strobe lights, shitty pop music blasting out of the speakers, a wall to wall bar lining the far side of the club, and a bunch of booths and tables taking up the remaining free space. The faux leather upholstery is a classic bright red- good choice, if I don't say so myself, and the furniture is all painted a clean matte black. And just like any club in Bristol, there's a snogging Freddie/Effy opposite me at the table. I feel the back of my chair roughly scoot forwards, then hear "sorry" whispered in my ear by my favourite voice in the world.
"No problem, Baby, now lets have some fucking drinks!"
She slides into the table until our sides are flush and we have our own little toast before knocking down two more shots each.
Our accompanying duo have managed to separate themselves for the moment, and the last four shots are quickly gulped down by them before Effy grabs Freddie and mouths 'dance floor' at us. As they walk away, Naomi uses the newly available space at the table to get even closer to me, until she's more or less sat on my lap.
It's a bit strange, seeing as there's enough room for at least four people here and we're only choosing to take up one spot, but I'm perfectly content with my darling's bum resting on top of my thighs. I wrap my arms around her midsection, letting one hand stray and slip beneath her vest top.
I know I've been teasing her all day, but I can't bloody help it! My hormones go mad around her, and the fact that her current outfit is like, proper sexy is not making me any calmer. She grinds down against me, dangerously close to my centre, when I cup her breast and squeeze lightly. Fuck, I want to keep this little game going but I know that if I do, we'll be kicked out of the club for shagging on their table.
So, with all of the willpower I can muster up, I lift my blonde from her current spot atop my lap and wiggle my way out from behind the table. Once I'm free, I grasp her hand and pull her towards the dance floor. If I'm going to feel her up in public I might as well do it somewhere that it's excusable.
Thank fuck she's taller than me, because if we we're both Fitch-sized I'm not sure we would have ever found our way to the middle of the floor. Alas, we're here now and the beat is infectious. I'm sure the four shots of tequila and MDMA are helping though. Naomi steers me around so that my back is tucked neatly into her front as we dance, and even though we're in the middle of a sea of trashed strangers and an ocean away from our houses, I feel like I'm home.
After dancing through a few songs, I know that everything I've taken so far has hit me; I feel loose and happy and horny and like I could wrestle a bear and win. I wonder if this is how Cook feels all the time? I'm officially fucking parched though, and I shout that into Naomi's ear. She nods with a mashed smile and kisses me hard before trotting off happily to the bar. Within a minute of her departure, I feel small feminine hands grasp my waist, but it isn't Naomi.
"Chill out, Ems, it's just me,"
Alright, I guess Effy is back. I feel her lips get close to my ear.
"Freds went out with a few blokes who had spliff, so I figured we'd be safer together than on our own right about now. Where's Naomi?"
Christ, that was the most I've ever heard her say at once. I look around before remembering that Nai had gone to the bar for more drinks.
"Drinks!"
I shout to be heard over the music and Effy nods, craning her head to try and spot my blonde... she has been gone for an awfully long time...
I'm too short to see anything, so I watch Effy's face to get an indication of what she's seeing. Her brows furrow. Naturally this concerns me, so I grab her hand and pull her closer to the bar.
I don't know why I get the reaction I do when I finally see my girlfriend.
She's lent over the countertop of the bar itself, and her head is thrown back in laughter. That isn't what concerns me though, it's the fact that the bartender has got her hands around Naomi's arm, the pale white limb extended with the palm-side up, and she's tracing something across my girlfriend's forearm. I watch their movements like a hawk, and I don't like it at all that when the woman behind the bar finishes her little game of touch-my-girl I can clearly see a chill run up Naomi's, and her free hand goes to absentmindedly twirl the soft hair on the back of her head.
She only does that when she's happy or excited without wanting to show it.
What. The. Fuck.
I watch Effy watch the interaction between my blonde and the blonde whore behind the bar, her expression makes me think that she knows some hidden piece of information that I don't, one that would tell me whats happening.
When I return my focus back to the bar I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Naomi is lent even further over the countertop and is hugging the other woman tightly, and when she pulls away, the woman grasps Naomi's hand and places a giggling kiss on the back of her palm.
It's right about then that the holes my stare had been boring into Naomi's back registered with her. She spun around quickly, and the smile thats always given me butterflies and wet knickers slips off her face when she sees my expression.
She begins to walk towards me, looking concerned. Yeah fucking right, I just saw her, I'm not going to fall for whatever bullshit she's about to spew. I feel something in my chest tear when Naomi is about five metres away from me; I turn on my heel and pull a bored yet nervous looking Effy into me. I don't think before I cover her lips with my own.
Don't get me wrong, I've never felt any attraction to Eff. Never have, and hopefully never will, but that doesn't stop me from kissing her; I just want Naomi to feel the betrayal I'm currently feeling.
Before I've even pulled away I realise how impulsive my action just was, and I know I wouldn't have done it if I were completely sober.
I take a deep breath and turn to face Naomi who's now just feet away from me. She looks sad, not raging mad or crying like I had expected, just... disappointed. I look to her usually bright blue eyes, but they've dimmed, and I can see from the hardness in them that she is not feeling any kind inebriation.
She takes the final few steps towards me and kisses me on the forehead before speaking; "I'm not going to let this petty jealousy fuck us up. I'm going back to the hotel, Effy, take care of her for me."
With that she leaves, never looking back. Then I feel my chest heave and realise that I'm sobbing.
Effy manages to manoeuvre me out of the club and she presses me against the cool brick wall. I sink down slowly until I'm sat with my knees up against my chest. I don't speak.
"Emily, do you know who that was?"
It takes me a second to cotton on to who she's talking about, then I shake my head 'no'.
She laughs bitterly, then continues, "Of course you don't, because you didn't let Naomi explain. Do you really think she would go off with some other bird, Emily? Let alone some fucking 'random' she had just met at a club?"
The tears are slowing down and once again I shake my head no.
"That was Cassie, another mate of my Brother's, both Naomi and I were rather close to her before she ran off to New York a few years back."
Wait, this isn't making sense...
"You mean... Naomi knows her? They're old friends?"
Effy looked at me like I had the same intelligence level as your standard dog.
"Yes, Emily, that's exactly what I mean."
Then the guilt hit me.
"...Fucking hell..."
She let me sit silently for a while, just thinking over the scene I had made over something so insignificant.
"So, to sum things up; Naomi was happy to see a mate who she hadn't seen in a few years, they had a little reunion, you tried to snog me to spite her, and then broke down when your blonde left."
Shit, I feel like such a child.
"Effy I need to go, I need to fix this before she has time to dwell and realise that she'd be better off if she'd dumped be."
Effy raised her hand to call a cab as she replied, "I agree that you need to go fix this, Emily, but don't throw yourself a pity party. Naomi loves you and you love her; you need each other."
A mustard-yellow town car pulls up on the curb beside me and Eff opens the door, waving me into the back seat.
"Good luck, little Red, don't fuck shit up."
With that she closed the door.
The driver cleared his throat, signalling for me to give him my destination.
"Oh, erm, sorry... The Mandarin Hotel, please?"
He nods with a gentle smile.
We've been cruising silently for a minute or two before I realise that my tears have started again. The driver notices.
"I know I'm just a stranger, but you could talk to me if you'd like..."
Something about his sincerity made me want to open up, and I found myself doing just that.
I explained what had happened, not skipping a single detail even if it would have made me look better. By the time I finish my tale I'm out of tears and once again, the cabbie is giving me a soft smile.
"You obviously love her, so go find her and tell her you overreacted. I'd hate to see such a loving relationship end because of something so trivial."
I'm surprised by his wisdom and I can tell that he sees that surprise written all over my face. He takes it as a sign to explain; "I used to be a social worker and therapist, when I retired I still wanted to be around people, and now, here I am."
I nodded my head, it actually made a lot of sense, and explained his demeanour thus far.
The past few minutes consisted of driving in silence whilst I lost myself in thought, I was jarred in to awareness by the screeching brakes of the taxi straining against the pavement.
"Here we are, love."
"Thanks... for driving and for listening to me, it was very sweet of you."
I mutter that shyly but he can still make out my words. I'm fishing through my pockets and then awkwardly poking around my bra trying to find my money for the fare. After a minute of unsuccessful search attempts the driver laughs lightly and presses a button that clears the fare screen.
"Don't worry about that, just go make things right with that girl of yours, it's enough payment for me to think I made some kind of positive impact."
I'm speechless for a moment, completely shocked by the random kindness of this stranger.
"Th- Thank you... if I could find my money I would happily give you all of it, you deserve it."
He makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat before turning around in his seat and winking at me; "Go on, little lady, you've got a task to complete."
For the first time in the last couple of hours, I give out a radiant smile.
Minutes later I find myself out of breath and searching for my room key, and when I don't find it I come to terms with the fact that I'm going to need Naomi to open the door. It's alright, though, I know I'm gonna have to face up to her eventually, so I'd better do it sooner rather than later.
I take a deep breath and knock.
It takes a little bit, but then the door is opening and I come face to face with my upset-looking girlfriend.
I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it:
"Ems, I'm sorry baby-"
Wait, what the fuck? What is she sorry for?
"I should have told you that Cass was an old mate before skipping off and leaving you, I'm sor-"
I cut her off with my lips then, because I just couldn't help it.
"Stop it, Naomi."
She looks worried before I continue,
"You shouldn't be apologising for anything, I overreacted and tried to snog your best mate to make you jealous, I'm so fucking stupid, could you ever forgive me?"
"I already forgave you Ems, if the roles were reversed I probably would have done something similar."
She kisses me again, just a sweet touching of our lips.
"But Emily, you can't try to sabotage our relationship every time you feel insecure... we'll never last if we don't trust each other."
Why is she so fucking sensible?!
"I do trust you, Naoms, honestly, I do. I just couldn't stand imagining you with somebody else..."
She pulls me close, encompassing me completely in her embrace.
"You'll never need to imagine that, baby, because you're the only person I want to be with, now and forever."
I know that right now the only way I can show my love for the girl in front of me is to do so physically.
"Naomi? Lay down, sweetheart, I need to do something."
She does as I ask, lying back against the overstuffed white pillows on our bed. I stand before her and tug my dress off as neatly and coordinated as possible. She's salivating at the sight of me in my matching black knicker set.
"Just lay back and let me feel you, baby, don't do anything in return."
I hear her gulp before she gives me a hesitant nod.
With that, I'm leaning over her gorgeous form and pulling the blazer from her shoulders before quickly yanking her singlet up and off of her frame. I don't say a word as I unzip her trousers and struggle to free her beautifully long legs from their fabric casing, and then I've got her nearly naked, laying before me completely flushed.
I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the ground, then push my knickers off my body and step out of them, leaving me completely bare. Once again, I lean over my girlfriend's body, swiftly unclasping her bra as well, then gently tugging her already-slick knickers down her smooth legs.
She watches silently as I pick up a few of her shed clothing items; with her vest top, I loop around her wrists and tie a firm knot through the bars of the headboard, effectively restraining her. It's not enough though, so I grab two more pieces of fabric off of whatever surface I'm closest to and gently secure her ankles to the side posts of the bed... she's now officially open and ready for me.
It's time to show my girl just how much she means to me.
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