Chapter 11: Home

Emily

Naomi and I spent the night eating chinese food and watching DVDs on her laptop. Since Naomi's living room was an empty disaster, we put new sheets on the bed and watched the movies there.

"I don't like this movie," Naomi said sleepily as she leaned further into my chest.

"Why? Too hetero?" I asked with a smile. She laughed. "Not enough tits for you?"

She contemplated for a moment before responding. "Oh my god, I think you might be right. I haven't seen a single pair of tits this whole movie. Maybe that's why I'm losing interest."

"Naomi, this is fucking 'March of the Penguins'! How can you possibly expect there to be any tits in this movie? And besides, the last movie we watched had plenty of tits and lesbian sex and you sat here the whole time asking me who had the biggest pair and then comparing their tits to our tits," I said as I threaded my fingers through her hair. She sighed and leaned into my touch.

"Aww, Emily, are you jealous? Do you not want me to talk about other women's boobs?" She asked, practically humming as I continued to play with her hair. She turned so she was laying on her stomach and her chin was resting on my breasts. "You know yours are my favourite!"

She leant down and kissed my breasts over my shirt and smiled up at me.

"I'm not jealous," I said. "I just wanted to watch the damn movie in peace without you constantly going 'Emily, are her tits bigger than mine?'"

Naomi laughed. "Well, were they?!"

"Fuck's sake, Naomi, I don't know! Yours are fine."

"But are they your favourite?" She asked with a pout.

"Yes, your tits are my favourite, now shut up," I replied. Naomi smiled at me and leaned up to kiss me gently before settling herself back to her original position, leaning against my chest. Since she finally shut up and let me watch the documentary in peace, I decided to continue idly playing with her hair as I'd done before. Naomi enjoyed it so much she was practically purring by the end of the documentary.

Except I wasn't really paying any attention to the documentary. To be honest, I really don't give a fuck about penguins. But I couldn't stop thinking about earlier on today.

Between Naomi's freak out this morning over whether she'd freaked me out during last night's revelations, and walking into the flat to find Naomi searching through that weird fucking box she kept in her closet, I was left with quite a lot of questions.

The first one was obvious – what the hell is up with that box? It was pretty obvious that Naomi had lied to me yesterday when she said it was filled with old junk. Perhaps it wasn't a flat-out lie and more of a half-lie or a white lie, but regardless, she wasn't telling me the whole truth. But I wasn't one to pry, and I figured that everyone deserves to keep a few secrets hidden in a relationship, as long as they don't really involve the other partner.

Let's face it, this wasn't even really a relationship yet anyway. And it's not like I've told Naomi absolutely everything about myself either.

As the credits rolled and the documentary ended, Naomi turned to me with a dazed but happy look on her face.

"I wouldn't even give it half a star. No tits. No lesbians. What was the point?" She said with a small smile on her face.

"Shut up, you twat," I responded, moving to eject the DVD. Naomi tried to pin me down and kiss me but I fought her off. "I don't want to kiss someone who can't appreciate March of the Penguins."

"Mmm, please Em, I want your sweet lady kisses and your lovely tits and that cute and perky bum," She replied as she moved with me as I went to put the DVD back in its case. She draped her arms around my waist gently and kissed the back of my neck. Her lips tugged at my skin as they dragged down my neck towards my shoulder, where she pushed my top out of the way and kissed the skin she found. Her tongue darted out slightly and tasted me as she continued to move the fabric of my shirt and kiss me.

"Naomi, I'm heavily medicated..." I whispered as I felt myself beginning to fall into her trap. I wasn't in the mood to sleep with her tonight. My face looked grotesque since my nose was swollen and bruised and I still had to wear the splint until tomorrow. My doctor had also mentioned not to bump my nose against anything and all I could think about was how I was actually quite likely to bump my nose against something if I fucked Naomi like I wanted. "Plus, the doctor said I should be resting."

"So rest," Naomi responded as she pulled me back towards the bed. "Let me take care of you."

Naomi guides me so I'm laying down on the bed. This doesn't seem like the best idea in the world, but I think Naomi is offering to fuck me with basically no need for me to fuck her back at the moment. And to be honest, I kind of like the idea. Plus, I nearly came in my pants when she said she wants to take care of me, so perhaps this is a good thing after all. She moves the laptop out of the way and places it on the floor next to the bed. She then hovers over me, her piercing blue eyes staring at me intently.

"You're gorgeous," She says. I laugh.

"Shut up."

"You are. You're breathtaking."

"I don't believe you," I reply, diverting my gaze from hers. She lowers her head to my neck, breathes me in, and then kisses me.

"Let me show you, then."

And then I melt. Her lips trace over the skin of my neck, gently nipping and then soothing the tiny bites with her tongue. She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls my head back as gently as she can so she can get better access to my neck. She's sitting on top of me really, with her legs at either side of my hips. She scoots down me as she moves down my neck, slowly, teasing me until I'm whimpering. Her hands move down from my hair, tracing down my arms and to the hem of my shirt. She stops kissing my neck for a moment and I look at her, her blue eyes intense with lust.

"Take it off," I say as she pushes the hem of my shirt up. I sit up so she can take my shirt off more easily, and while I'm sat up I work at taking her own shirt off. Naomi protests as I take her shirt off, and at that moment I know that this really is going to be all about me.

"I want to see you," I whisper against her lips as I continue to struggle to take her shirt off against Naomi's protests. She eventually relents and I'm graced with the sight of Naomi in a black lace bra. I hadn't been expecting something so fancy when Naomi spent the whole day doing the laundry, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

Naomi pushes me back down against the bed, and peppers kisses along my chest. She slides her hand behind me and unhooks my bra, removing it immediately. While her lips and tongue descend to one of my breasts, her hand immediately covers the other and pinches at my nipple.

"God, Naomi," I whisper as she bites gently at my nipple. Her mouth abandons my breast and moves onto the other, freeing her hands so they can begin working at taking off my pants. The chill against my wet skin along with Naomi's mouth on my other breast makes me break out into shivers.

Naomi removes my pants, and descends further down my body, her mouth abandoning my breasts entirely. She rests between my legs, and begins to kiss up the inside of my thighs. Her fingers hook into the material of my thong and she pushes it aside. Her tongue immediately goes for my clit, making circular movements that make my back arch. I gasp as she moves back, her mouth and tongue leaving me cold and open while she pulls my thong off before coming back and beginning her movements again.

My fingers thread through her hair, trying desperately to pull her impossibly closer to me as her tongue pushes me to the edge. I'm about to come when she pulls away from me again, but this time she moves so she's face to face with me and she kisses me. I moan hopelessly as I taste myself on her tongue. She flips us over so I'm on top of her and her hand slides between the two of us. Naomi still has her pants on, but I'm so ready to come that I don't care how clothed she is anymore. Her fingers slide through my folds, unable to find any kind of purchase against me since I'm sopping wet. But Naomi manages and she slides two fingers inside me while I reach down and rub at my clit in the same circular motions Naomi had been making with her tongue.

I move my hips against Naomi's fingers while my own fingers move frantically against my clit. Naomi starts to curl her fingers against me every time I raise my hips away from her fingers, the curl of them dragging against my walls. She's got me seeing stars with my eyes closed, and thinking that she just might be the absolute best lay in the entire fucking universe when she starts to talk to me.

"Em, I want you to ride my face," She says as I'm, once again, two seconds from coming, and it nearly pushes me over the edge, the idea of me riding Naomi's face, but she pulls her fingers out of me and grabs my hips. She pulls me towards her and moves herself down so I'm basically sitting on her face. Her tongue makes contact with my clit again and my hand slams against the wall in a desperate measure to keep myself upright. Her hands grab at my ass and push me forward so I'm grinding against her face, her tongue dipping into me. I do as her hands suggest and continue to move against her face, the feeling of Naomi's tongue and her moans vibrating against me driving me absolutely fucking mad. I try to grab onto the wall as I'm about to come, and the last thing I can think is fuck Naomi and her fucking lack of a headboard as my hand can't find purchase on anything to hold me up and I'm left leaning against Naomi's fucking wall as I come. Naomi probably senses my discomfort and shifts us so I'm more or less sitting up against her wall as I'm still coming and she continues to bring me down from my orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," I moan as my hands tangle in her hair once again, but this time I begin to push her away from me as I'm way too sensitive to handle her tongue against me anymore. Naomi takes the hint and instead lies down next to me while I catch my breath. "Next time we're doing that in my bed so I have a god damn headboard to hold onto."

"That was so fucking hot," Naomi says as she wipes her mouth with the back of her arm. "You have no idea how hot you look when you come."

"Thanks, I guess," I reply. I can't help but think of calling bullshit, considering I still have this stupid fucking splint on my nose and probably looked like a gargoyle while I was coming, but the sentiment is appreciated.

"I really should buy a headboard or something," Naomi mused as she looked around at her room. "Effy and I really should try to make this place more home-y now that we've both actually got jobs."

I nod and slide down her wall so I can lie down next to her. Naomi starts mumbling something about Ikea and hops out of bed to take her pants off. I can't help but notice how hot she looks and start to feel guilty about not reciprocating.

"Naomi," I say as Naomi is still struggling to take her pants off. She's wearing a matching black lace thong. How can I fucking resist a black lace thong?

"Yeah?" She replies absentmindedly.

"I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday," I say. She finally manages to take off her pants and turns around to look at me.

"Emily," She warns as she moves closer to the bed. I reach out and hook my fingers into the material of her thong, pulling her closer to the bed. "Maybe you shouldn't fuck me six ways from Sunday. Since you're heavily medicated and injured and all."

"But you look so fucking hot," I moan. Naomi laughs and climbs into bed, moving on top of me and kissing me playfully. I can feel how hot and wet she is through the thin material of her lace thong. I fucking know she wants me to fuck her. My hand reaches down between us and I rub at her clit through the material. She moans in my mouth and my free hand threads through her hair and pulls slightly. Her hips begin to move against my fingers, and I still know she fucking wants this.

"Ok, fine," She says as she breaks away from our kiss. I push her mouth back down to mine and my tongue dominates hers as my fingers move underneath the fabric of her thong and begin moving against her clit somewhat frantically. It's not long before Naomi is grinding against my fingers and moaning into my mouth again. My hand frees itself from her hair and moves to her breasts. I roll her taut nipple between my fingers and move against her clit with slightly more pressure. Naomi's hips push down against my fingers hard, and I start to feel her muscles contracting and twitching as her mouth pulls away from mine. Her lips are against my ear and she moans my name.

"Oh, Emily, baby, fuck yeah," She whimpers and then moans loudly. And with that, she collapses against me, spent and still twitching from her orgasm. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck all of Naomi's wetness off them, which makes her moan again. She must've been watching my actions from where she was resting against my shoulder.

"This night was supposed to be about you, Emily," She says. I smile.

"I just love to make you come, Naomi."

I can feel the heat of Naomi blushing against my shoulder, which made me smile even bigger. She wrapped her arms around me and I wrapped mine around her, and she tangled our legs together. I reached down as far as I could and pulled the freshly clean blankets tighter around us. We fell asleep that way, tangled up together in many more ways than what we were willing to discuss.

The next morning, it was exceedingly difficult to wake up. Firstly, I had a gorgeous and very naked girl wrapped around me. Secondly, it was a Sunday. And thirdly, I had an appointment at the hospital to remove this god damn splint from my face. Though the splint would be gone, the bruising and swelling may not be and I will still look like Quasimodo. The only bright side is that I still seemingly had a girl who was willing to fuck me despite the fact that I currently looked like Quasimodo. A girl who was very gorgeous and very naked and wrapped around me, which brings us back to my first point.

Naomi was still sleeping soundly, but I knew I had to wake up and get back to my flat, shower, and go to my appointment at the hospital. I didn't really mention the appointment to Naomi because she probably wouldn't want to come, and even if she did want to come it seemed a little too relationship-y for the two of us. I didn't want to scare Naomi off, and I knew that she had very likely never had an actual relationship before. I figured that staying the night was probably as far as she was willing to go at the moment, and I was fine with that really. I'd just gotten out of a relationship and though I am a relationship person, I'm not exactly one to jump in blindly. Because that's exactly how I felt about Naomi – blind. I didn't know a lot about this woman, other than the basic facts - she was a foster child, she lives close to me, she's very smart, she fucks me like she means it, and she has a fucking lot of commitment issues. I didn't know why she ended up as a foster child, and I didn't know why she had a fucking lot of commitment issues and I didn't really want to go into a relationship with Naomi without knowing those things just yet.

Not to say that it would be easy for Naomi to scare me off at this point. I'm already pretty invested. But am I ready to pull out the proverbial lesbian u-haul? No.

I untangled myself from Naomi and slid out of her bed, searching for my clothes in the early morning light that was streaming through her bedroom windows. I got dressed as quietly as I could and tried to let myself out of her room in the same way. Once I got to the living room, I searched for a pad and pen to write her a note, but couldn't find anything of the sort. As I was still looking around in the kitchen, Effy startled the living daylights out of me.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I cursed once I turned around to see Effy standing right behind me with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Hello, Emily," Effy said. "Trying to make a hasty exit?"

"No, it's not that. I just have things to do at home today and I want to get started. Could you tell Naomi that for me?" I asked hopefully. "I was looking for a notepad or something so I could leave her a note but I couldn't find anything."

"I'm not sure if we even own a pen," Effy said, still with that knowing smirk plastered on her face. "But I'll be sure to let Naomi know."

I thanked her and turned to walk out of the apartment when Effy called out to me. I turned to face her and she seemed serious.

"I know she's not what you might be used to, but give her a chance," Effy said. I nodded at her. The woman didn't seem to speak very often, but when she did, it seems like she saves her words for the most important things.

As I walked back to my apartment, I considered Effy's words. They turned around in my mind as I mulled them over. What did I need to give Naomi a chance for? I mean, I was already giving her a chance. I hadn't left, had I? I was still around. And even though Naomi's demons may have been a troubling aspect of being with her, I was willing to overlook things for her. She was a special person, and she did mean a lot to me. Not only that, I was risking a lot myself – my job, namely. It was completely and utterly unprofessional for me to be fucking my assistant. So why did I need to give her a chance? A chance for what?

Once I got home, I showered and continued to mull things over. Ultimately, I decided that I would give Naomi a chance, whatever that meant. But I also decided that I was going to back off a little, if only for my own sanity's sake. I couldn't and wouldn't let myself worship at the feet of this woman before I even properly knew her. I wouldn't let myself start to fall in love with her, not yet. I couldn't. I'd only known her a short time, and despite the immediate attraction and chemistry, I have values. I won't be some lovesick puppy, pining after some dark and brooding and mysterious sex bomb. Even if she did give me earth shattering orgasms.

I had a plan.

I would back off. Maybe not immediately. This upcoming week was stressful and we were headed to Bulgaria at the end of the week. Naomi and I would start this thing off fucking properly eventually, her commitment issues be damned. I wanted dates, I wanted a kiss at the end of the night, I wanted the longing, the flirting and I wanted it with her. I wanted to get to know her properly, I wanted to know about what she was like as a child before she became a foster child, I wanted to know about her parents, her extended family, what her favourite colour was, if she liked dogs.

But this plan wouldn't be easy. I would have to stop sleeping with her. Worst of all, I would have to talk to her about my plan – tell her I wanted to cool things off a little. And I would have to face the potential that she would reject me. I know she said she was starting to care about me, but all this sudden desire for dates and wooing on my part might be just enough to force her to retreat back into her shell.

Most of all though, I did want to give Naomi a chance. I wanted to give her a chance to show me who she really was underneath all that mystery and sexy brooding. And this was the only way I knew how. I wanted Naomi to eventually, be entirely mine, to be my home, and I wanted to be the same for her. So I would give her a chance and face the consequences, which included potentially losing Naomi entirely. But for some reason, I trusted Effy's words.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry I've been absent from here! I promise updates are going to be coming a lot more frequently now. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I'd love to hear your feedback so please don't forget to leave a review! :)