A/N: Well look who it is! Yeah, that's right. I'm talking to you. All you gorgeous Naomily fandomettes out there. I know I've been AWOL, again, and I've run out of excuses. Literally, I have none. I'm in no position to ask anything of you, but I do hope that you enjoy what follows.
Happy One-Year and Three-Hundred-Sixty-Three-Day Anniversary Ink! I am now going to drink some whiskey and smoke a spliff to celebrate. (Shit! Out of whiskey.) Vodka it is!
Chapter 36
There was something soothing, or perhaps more aptly, mind-numbing, about the repetitive, low rumble of the washing machines and off-beat rattle of the tumble dryers that kept Naomi contentedly sat atop the work surface in the student housing laundry room. The book she was reading was surprisingly one hundred percent for entertainment value only; she knew trying to read anything school-related would be futile. Her overactive brain hadn't taken a break all day and while she had attended all of her lectures in body, she had most definitely not been there in mind.
Realizing she was once again distracted by thoughts of the night before, the disastrous dinner, Effy's moronic friends, the tearful walk back to her room, Naomi marked her page and set her book aside. Unfolding her legs and letting them dangle, the blonde reached above her head in a satisfying stretch. As she brought her arms back down, she removed her glasses and gave them an unneeded cleaning with the hem of her t-shirt. The dryer buzzed as Naomi studied the spotless lenses and slipped her black frames back on.
Naomi hopped off the counter and opened the dryer door, reaching in to grab her delightfully warm and fluffy- "Fucking hell." As soon as her fingertips touched the first item, she couldn't hold back the expletives. "You fucking heap of useless tin!" Naomi slammed the dryer door shut and gave the machine a kick for good measure.
"And what did that machine ever do to you?"
Naomi spun around to face the person with the voice she could never grow tired of. "What are you doing here? You need a cardkey to gain entrance into this facility." The blonde folded her arms across her chest, trying to look unfazed by Emily's unexpected entrance.
Emily took a step into the laundry room and let the door shut behind her. "This weird guy let me in. Looked a bit like Jesus."
Naomi bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to be happy to see Emily. She wanted to sulk and feel bad for herself and eat a pint of chocolate ice cream using a Garibaldi as a spoon. Instead, she had to suppress the smile making its way across her face. "The damned thing took my money and had me sitting here for the entire cycle just so it could toss my knickers around for an hour with no heat! Everything is still sodding wet."
Emily did a terrible job of holding back a smirk. Naomi blushed and turned her attention back to her troublesome laundry. Opening the door of another dryer, the lanky blonde started transferring her clothes over.
"I bet you're not the first to use that one either. People can be so inconsiderate sometimes." Emily took a few steps closer while removing her leather jacket and tossing it on a chair. "I mean, how hard is it to post an out of order sign?" Emily was wearing an old Joan Jett t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off; her tattoo of the lake stood out vibrantly in the dull room. "It's just incredibly stupid and idiotic and whomever used it last should be made to come down here and apologize to you for being a stupid idiotic...wanker."
The redhead was now standing very close to the blonde who still had her back to her. She reached out and gently placed her hands on Naomi's hips who slightly stiffened from the sudden contact; the shuffling of wet clothes halted. "Huge, gigantic wanker." The last bit was whispered into the soft, blonde wisps of hair that refused to be confined in a ponytail. "Who is very, very sorry."
She couldn't help but let her eyes close as Emily's arms wrapped around her midsection and she felt the redhead's warm cheek press against her shoulder blade. "I can only assume that this inconsiderate, idiotic wanker you speak of is purely fictional and should only be regarded as a hypothetical example of society's selfishness and unwillingness to post out of order signs on laundry equipment."
Naomi could feel Emily smile as the shorter girl tightened her hold on the blonde and brought her body flush against her backside. She let herself relax into the embrace and covered Emily's small arms with her own. Emily placed a firm kiss between her girlfriend's shoulder blades; the heat from her skin radiated through the thin cotton. She mumbled something that Naomi couldn't quite make out. "What was that?"
Emily pulled back slightly from the warmth she was so enjoying. "I said, it's me."
Naomi smirked, knowing full well what Emily was referring to, but wanted to keep her dangling a bit longer. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite-"
Emily took in a sharp breath and tilted her head up, eyes closed, chin resting on Naomi's shoulder. "The stupid wanker is me. I'm the wanker!"
"Well, obviously. I thought we were on to a new topic." Naomi's tone was playfully serious.
Emily spun the blonde around to face her. "Cheeky!" Naomi cracked a smile to match Emily's and pulled the redhead into her by the hips. Emily wrapped her arms around Naomi's neck as their bodies became fully connected once again. It always felt so much better with Naomi in her arms. "But I am, Naoms. I'm very sorry about last night. I said all the wrong things and behaved badly. You were right."
Naomi took in a big breath and narrowed her eyes. "I reckon you could be forgiven."
"You reckon?"
Naomi wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "With enough convincing, I'm sure I could come around to the idea of forgiving you for being such a complete tosser."
Emily somehow managed to tighten her grip around Naomi's neck and press her body even closer. She made sure her hip was pressing into Naomi in just the right spot. Emily loved the way the taller girl's pupils began to dilate as she watched her quickly wet her lips and swallow.
There was always this moment with Naomi, this moment right before they kissed that she loved the most. When Naomi's vibrant blue eyes grew dark with want, hesitation, desire, vulnerability...but above all else...love. It had been like that from the start. "I'm in love with you, Naomi."
Everything stilled as those words floated in the air between two sets of parted lips. Emily searched Naomi's eyes; she prayed that their owner wouldn't force them to look away or break contact. She knew that Naomi's eyes would tell her the truth; they always did.
She didn't get a chance to decipher a reciprocation; Naomi's lips were on hers immediately. If nothing else, it was definitely a confirmation. She felt the blonde's hands leave her hips and travel up to her face. Both palms cupped her cheeks as their mouths sought out one another in a passionate kiss.
Emily's face was cool to the touch; it reminded Naomi that Emily had most likely ridden her Vespa over to the campus. She imagined the cool night air nipping at Emily's rosy cheeks. In almost the same moment, Naomi was reminded that she was currently snogging her girlfriend like there was no tomorrow in the middle of the common laundry facility that all the students had access to.
Naomi pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak, her mouth close, eyes closed, still holding Emily's face in her hands. "Someone might come in." Their lips found each other's again. Naomi gripped the back of Emily's head as her other hand slid down the side of her neck to her collarbone, hovering on the spot right above Emily's breast.
Her back slammed into the wall of dryers behind her as Emily pushed her against them with measured force. "I want you now." Emily barely got the words out before Naomi's lips and tongue stopped her speech. Naomi glanced over at the door, her taller stature made it easy to steer Emily towards it while maintaining their kiss. She hadn't meant for it to be as hard as it turned out to be, Emily's back colliding against the back of the door. She also couldn't have imagined Emily's positive reaction to being slammed against the back of the door. Her immediate reflex was to apologize for being rough, but that quickly fell by the wayside as Emily growled into her mouth and dug her fingernails into her skin.
"Fuck." It was barely a word, more like a cry of desire as Emily tipped her head back and exposed her neck to Naomi's wet mouth. Given the chance, Naomi grouped for the doorknob and located the lock. As she flipped it into place, Emily gripped on to the front of Naomi's jeans, locating the button and zipper. They were both undone within seconds. It was only seconds later that Naomi gasped as Emily's fingers touched her eagerly.
"Emily. Yes." Naomi was breathless and panting into Emily's ear as she held onto her shoulders, her legs suddenly feeling weak. She fought the urge to give into Emily's touch. She needed to control this; she needed to have Emily moaning in her ear if this was going to happen. And Naomi was now very determined to make this happen.
She used all the strength she could muster and moved Emily to the side of the room that contained a waist-high bench, presumably for students to do their course work on while waiting for their clothes to dry. Naomi had other intentions for its usage now and Emily had undoubtedly picked up on it as she gripped the edge of the bench and lifted herself up onto it.
The redhead had to dip her head slightly to reach the blonde's lips; she enjoyed the reversed height dynamic as Naomi tilted her head up to meet Emily's. She felt hands grasp onto her hips as she was pulled to the edge of the counter, her knees sliding passed Naomi's hips. It wasn't long before she felt those same hands run down her thighs and back up across the tops of them, leaving a trail of tingling heat.
Naomi missed where Emily's fingers had been just moments before; she was aching for them to return. She needed to touch Emily as well and fumbled with the button and zipper of her tight, black jeans. Once undone, Naomi yanked them down just enough to slide her hand down the front of Emily's knickers. They both moaned at the contact, which was followed by a gasp as Emily felt Naomi's fingers enter her hard and fast.
Her legs wrapped around Naomi as she held on to her shoulders. Emily's skin was on fire; she wanted more of Naomi. She reached down between their bodies to where she had left her girlfriend's jeans undone. Her fingers quickly found a rhythm that matched Naomi's as they slid against her.
Naomi, feeling the welcomed strokes, moaned deeply into Emily's mouth and thrust into her harder. They were locked in now. No more maneuvering or positioning, just their bodies working together, their greedy mouths claiming each other. Their hands gripping on to whatever they could find to keep them exactly where they were at that moment.
It was all very fast then. Emily's nails digging into the flesh of Naomi's shoulder as she cried out in release. Naomi gripping Emily's back as she came in shuddering waves. Their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath.
Naomi blinked a few times, her sight was blurry. She looked into Emily's eyes through the fog and could just make out a smile.
"I seem to have fogged up your glasses." Emily carefully slid them off the blonde's face and began cleaning them with her t-shirt.
Naomi blinked a few more times, squinting a bit, as her eyes tried to adjust. She let out an exaggerated breath. "Phew! For a second there, I thought that you'd fucked me blind."
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, but a cheeky smile spread across her face just as quickly. She loved it when Naomi made crass remarks in an attempt to shock her. She loved everything about her girlfriend and now she had told her, out loud, with words, she was in love with Naomi Campbell.
She carefully placed the blonde's glasses back on her face and as they straightened their clothes, Emily tried not to think about the fact that Naomi hadn't said it back.
That little laundry room romp has been floating around in my head for quite some time now. It was the delightful Suzylou who suggested it many, many months ago so you can thank her for that sexy scenario.
HMHDHB sends her love. She also promised to work on some song picks as long as I agreed to do her taxes. Your taxes will be done tomorrow, HMHDHB. So get on it!
An update and tax preparation in the same week, you ask! Well, the incomparable 6seatertable is in Nashville all week so I've had some lonely, lonely nights. I love you, baby. This one's for you. Come home soon!
Until next time…