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This is all wrong Naomi thought as Emily pulled her shirt over her head before softly pressing their lips back together. This isn't the way it's supposed to be. This was supposed to be drunken out of control fumbling, with a girl who didn't mean anything, she was just there for Naomi to fuck and then leave. Fucking Emily Fitch. She should have known better, Naomi thought to herself, Emily Fitch was from a different life, a different her, and it was just too much. This was reminding her of how she used to be before... no, she couldn't think about that. She needed to get out but then Emily's hands were searing trails of heat all over torso and pulling their bodies even closer together and it was like she 18 again and there were butterflies in her stomach at just the thought of doing this with Emily Fitch. Except she wasn't 18 anymore and she wasn't that Naomi anymore. But if she left now it would be like saying she never was, like saying he never was. But if she stayed here...Emily could make her fall apart just by remaining Naomi who she had been. It was so unfair Naomi thought; Emily didn't even know, didn't know how much power she held over the blonde.
Naomi wasn't even tipsy let alone drunk. Dancing with Emily in the club had been so intoxicating, she'd forgotten all about alcohol and had just let herself feel the natural high. Emily's hands on her hips, their bodies moving together and those deep brown eyes boring into hers. But that wasn't her. She needed the alcohol. She needed to be out of control. She needed to just react not to think. So react goddamn it. Naomi pushed Emily back onto the bed straddling her and pulling the remaining items of Emily's clothes off. She pushed her body down hard on Emily's till it felt like every inch of their skin was touching. Then she was pushing her fingers into Emily over and over again and the redhead was screaming into her neck and it felt like heaven because Naomi felt like she had some power for the first time since she'd stepped into Emily's apartment. Like maybe she could make Emily fall apart just as much as knew Emily could make her. But then Emily was rolling on top of her and it all faded away and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying as she came hard.
When it was over Naomi rolled away on her side facing away from Emily because she couldn't look into those eyes. She was Naomi fucking Campbell and Emily just couldn't know what she was doing to her. She'd just wait until Emily feel asleep then she'd sneak out just like always and this would just be another night and she'd never have to see the redhead again. But then Emily was pushing herself into Naomi's back and wrapping her arm over Naomi's hip and pressing her hand into Naomi's stomach, holding them together like she was trying to stop Naomi from running away. Naomi relaxed into Emily a bit because it felt okay, like Emily was trying to tell her that it was okay, even if she fell to pieces Emily would put her back together. But Naomi knew that was just her imagination because Emily didn't even know what she was doing to her. But still, she could enjoy the feeling for a while, but just until Emily was asleep so she could escape, Naomi reminded herself.
It was all okay for a bit and Naomi was starting to feel like maybe she was being just a bit overdramatic and her world wasn't going to end just because she slept with Emily Fitch. But then Emily moved her hand to the base of Naomi's neck and started to trace a finger in-between her shoulder blades. She didn't have think about the letters she could feel Emily's finger writing to know what they were. They were the letters that had been irreversibly inked into her five years ago. The only physical sign of what had happened.
"What's JC mean?" Emily's husky voice came softly from behind her. No no no. She just couldn't even think about it. Just pretend you're asleep, then get the fuck out. She didn't respond and Emily didn't say anything else just retracted her hand and pulled it close to her chest, creating a barrier between them. Naomi wasn't sure how long it was but eventually Emily's breathing had evened out and Naomi was sure she was asleep. The blonde rolled away from Emily and collected her clothes flipping her phone open once out of Emily's bedroom to make the call, just like always.
Alexei had a smirk on his face as usual as she slipped in beside him. It quickly vanished as he saw her face. Alexei turned back to the road and pulled the BMW back onto the street without saying anything. As much as the big Russian annoyed her sometimes, Naomi was glad he knew her well enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. They pulled up outside her house and Naomi got out of the car without saying anything and walked straight into the house to the bathroom. She paused in front of the shower and contemplated letting the hot water cascade over and wash the memory of Emily Fitch and her question away. As well as this seemed to work in movies and TV shows Naomi knew that a shower never washed anything away, not for her. So instead she just took off her clothes had climbed into bed, pulling some tablets from the draw in her bedside table. Sleep rarely came to her unaided these days but fortunately modern medicine had created dream-free sleep that was available in handy 20 packs of tablets. She popped a couple and fell into sleep.