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The bad arse blond and the equestrian rider reluctantly got up off of Naomi's bed and went about getting themselves clothed. The red head slipped easily back into her clothes before she help keep the blond steady as she was putting some jeans on. Emily set her hands softly on the girl's hips from behind, and she struggled to keep herself from moving them along the soft skin beneath her fingertips.
Once Naomi had dressed she noticed that the short girl still had her hips grasped her hands. Her own fingertips moved to run along Emily's hands. "You're touch is brilliant," the blond whispered out. She had actually meant to keep that to herself, but now that it was out there, she carefully turned around.
"Is that so?" Emily teased, letting her hands run along the girl's body as she turned around to look at her.
"Maybe," Naomi blushed.
The fit Fitch pulled her hands away and instantly missed the feeling. She needed to get her libido in check, however, so that they would be able to talk. The red head turned around and took in a deep breath. Emily had had a bit of a retort ready, but she held it back, knowing that anything she was going to say would have gone against what she was trying to accomplish at the moment. Instead she blurted out, "So, what's going on with us?"
Naomi felt the air rush out of her lungs as if she had been struck with a 25 kilogram bag of rice. Well, Emily sure was blunt about things sometimes, wasn't she? Her throat cleared. "I like you, you know. I just, I'm not… gay."
"I didn't think you'd be one for labels, Naomi," she said softly in reply. "I just know that when I'm away, I can't stop thinking about you, and when I'm near you, I just want to touch you in some way." Emily's cheeks reddened at her admission, and she chanced a look up at the blond bombshell.
Young Campbell felt the bile in her stomach threatening to come up. She really wasn't ready for this conversation… like ever. She wasn't the type to get into a relationship. All she ever did was fuck mindlessly. None-the-less, she did understand what the red head was saying, about thinking of her all the time, and having the insatiable need for physical contact. The blond couldn't say that though, couldn't let herself seem weak or insecure or… vulnerable. She had spent her whole life steering clear of any type of emotional relationship, why should this one be any different. Sure, this girl had helped her when she had no obligation to do so… and sure, she felt something… but it was only the sex, right? "Right," she heard herself say aloud.
Emily looked at the blond quizzically. That was an interesting reply.
"So what's the deal with you and your mum?" Naomi said with an almost entirely emotionless tone to her voice.
Brown orbs flicked over to azure blue ones. Where did that even come from? It had nothing to do with what they were talking about… it wasn't even in the same league, maybe not even the same universe! Emily's gaze shied away. This was a sore subject for her, one she didn't want to talk about, least of all now when she was trying to sort out what was going on between them. She sighed. "We don't see eye to eye." It was a rather vague response, but that was all she really wanted to say about it.
Naomi nodded her head briefly, thinking for a moment, "And, why haven't you visited her?"
Emily could feel her stomach churning. She wanted to act nonchalant about it, but that wasn't the case at all… though she did try by saying, "Haven't wanted to."
Naomi could see the obvious discomfort in the red head. She wanted to push her though, it may be the only time when the younger twin would open up. Who knows, maybe she could help. "Why?"
'FUCK!' Emily yelled in her head. "Just… because."
"You're full of shit, Ems, you know that, right?"
Angry coffee hues glared at the blond and she went to walk toward the door. She did not need this shite right now. Her arm was grabbed rather roughly and she was forced to turn around. "Just fuck off, Naomi," Emily said, her voice harsh and raspy.
The blond held the equestrian rider's arm tightly, "No. I'm not going to fuck off." Her voice was stern as she continued, "You need to sort this out. How can you possibly go forward?"
Brown eyes began to well with angry tears and she ripped her arm away from the still half-crippled blond. The red head sneered, "Just like I always have, and without the help of people like you." A single tear escaped from each eye and Emily didn't reach up to wipe them away. The droplets slowly cascaded down her porcelain cheeks. This is why she only put her trust and love into animals. They didn't ever ask questions. They didn't ever ask for more than she could give. They loved her unconditionally. Why couldn't people show that kind of love? Why wasn't it accepted?
It cut deep, deeper than anything ever had. Watching this beautiful girl with salty tear stains on her slightly rosy cheeks, it sliced through her like a hot knife through butter. Her body physically leaned forward, unable to stand the pain in her gut. Ice blue orbs began to water in both emotional and physical pain, but no matter how full her eyes became, she forced them back before they could make their way down her cheeks. She was gutted, to say the least. The clever blond had no retort, not even a single word. Where did this all go so wrong? Oh, right, she was a fucking cunt who pushed Emily too hard, so now instead of talking about what was going on between them, they were both in tears because of something that didn't much matter.
Emily stifled back a sob as she walked out the bedroom door with a mixed facial expression of rage and pain. Her eyes were watching her feet as she walked the familiar bath toward the door. The journey was interrupted when she ran into something, or someone. Tear-filled chocolate orbs looked up into the Older Campbell's before she tried to go around her toward the door, but found herself being grasped by the arm for the second time in a matter of minutes by a member of this family.
"Emily, dear, what's wrong?"
Her jaw was flexing and relaxing as she struggled to hold everything back. Obviously she couldn't take back the tears that had already come forth from her eyes, but she could at least work on keeping anymore from falling. "Nothing, Mrs. Campbell, I need to go."
Gina wasn't stupid. Her grip softened on the short red head's arm, but turned the young Fitch toward her. "Come now, let's have some tea and talk about this. I'm sure Naomi has said something out of her arse, like she tends to do… but you know she means well."
Emily tried to rush off the moment she felt the hold on her arm relinquish, but instead she found herself stepping forward, throwing her arms around Naomi's mother and burying her head in the blond's neck. She felt the woman's hands rubbing soothing patters along her back and shoulders and she heard soft cooing noises. It seemed strange, being in this woman's arms, but it felt good too. Her own mum never hugged her like this, never held her when she needed support, and really was never there for her as she grew up.
The younger twin and Gina were sat down at the table after the girl finally released her bone crushing hug and accepted the pro-offered tea. "Would you like sugar?"
"No thank you."
"What is getting to you, love?" Mama Campbell spoke in a soft, soothing, motherly voice.
"I really don't want to talk about it, Mrs. Campbell..."
The blond mother interrupted with a smile, "Please, call me Gina. I believe we're well passed formalities."
Emily couldn't help that the very tips of her lips curled slightly, "Sorry, Gina. I think I just need to sort myself out."
"And you think leaving will fix all of that?"
"No, not really," Emily all but whispered out in response, feeling a bit defeated.
"By the looks of it, I'm sure both you and Naomi have some sorting to do, but don't you think that's something you should do, you know, together?"
What was with these Campbell's and meddling in her business and feelings? She didn't know where to go from where she now was, didn't know what she should do, or say, or think. "I don't know anymore." It was the truth, nothing but the truth.
Gina set down two tea cups and sat down on the other side of the table from the red head. "Love, you need to figure it out, and you'll need to help my daughter as well."
Emily took a sip of the tea to test the temperature before downing it like a shot. It burned down her throat and she softly set the cup down. Her legs pushed herself up, "I … I don't know if I can." There was a pause as she took a few steps toward the door, "Thank you for the tea, Gina." Those were the last words she spoke as she walked with red rimmed eyes out the front door.
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