Naomi
Here I sit in my last class of the day and I still can't get the image of that new girl sitting so dangerously close to Emily. I don't even know why it's bothering me so much anyway. Emily can talk to anyone she sees fit and I shouldn't care one bit.
But why do I?
Why am I zoning out in this class when usually the subject matter is so fascinating to me? I just think I need to get more sleep. I haven't been getting enough. Yes, that's what I'll blame it on—lack of sleep.
I've made it through the sea of my annoying peers and found myself outside the college, nearing the bike rack to retrieve my bicycle for my journey home when I suddenly hear that familiar voice call my name.
"Naomi!" The small redhead calls.
I suddenly feel my pulse quicken and my heart race. I'm not sure how Emily has this power over my physiological system, and I'm definitely not sure I like it.
I slowly turn around and offer her a small smile when our eyes meet.
"Hi!" She says, failing to hide the excitement in her voice.
"Hey," I say as my eyes fall from hers and to my fingers that are currently engaged in twisting the silver skull ring I'm wearing.
"So," she beings with a soft voice, "You know how we were assigned that project in our Politics class? You see, I've never been one to easily grasp the knowledge that Politics has to offer and," she's talking with amazing speed, I can tell she's nervous so I put my hand on her arm and tell her to slow down. I can tell she's surprised my touch and I see a faint rush of color to her cheeks. A smirk can't help itself from forming on my mouth.
"I was just wondering if you'd help me get started on the project since you know, you love Politics so much." Emily finally says.
I smile warmly.
"Of course. Anything for a friend right?" I watch her nod slowly looking down at her feet. I soon realize my use of the word 'friend' might have caused this sudden shift of awkwardness that has invaded our conversation.
"So. My house?" I offer knowing spending time with Emily at her house, with her family, wouldn't go over so well.
She finally looks up and meets my eyes. "Your house." She says with a smile.
It's already dark outside. Emily and I are sat on my bedroom floor. Our books and politics papers are strewn everywhere. Emily and I got to my house and with full intentions to work on our respective projects, but as soon as we set up our study area on my bedroom floor I broke out my hidden vodka bottle from a random cupboard.
This is the reason why it's already dark outside and we've yet to make any real progress on our politics projects. We've just spend the late afternoon up until now getting pissed off vodka and giggling at the stupidest things.
By now we've moved from the floor to my bed due to our bodies aching from the hard floor. I have to admit, it is kind of exciting seeing her in my bed. I'm lying down, staring at the ceiling as Emily is lying next to me on her side, facing me. I fix my attention to counting the bumps on the ceiling because I'm so afraid if I look into those big brown eyes and see those perfect, soft, pink lips so close to me that I won't be able to control these urges. I keep telling myself this is not who I am, I don't like girls, but at the same time I'm feeling a warmness in my belly that only happens when Emily is close to me.
"Naoms?"
"Hmm?" I respond, finally turning my head to meet her gaze.
"Well… you know, since you got me all drunk," a wild hiccup escapes her mouth.
"Jesus!" I exclaim before letting out a loud laugh.
She smiles sweetly. "Excuse me"
God she's adorable, I think to myself.
"Anyway," she starts again, "since you got me drunk off my arse I'm going to need to sleep here tonight. I can't very well go home and have my mother see me like this. She already gives me a hard enough time as it is." She frowns.
I nod. "Of course, I wouldn't send you home in this condition. It can't be good for anyone." I tease with a smirk on my face. The truth is I'm secretly happy that she will be waking up in my house. What the fuck Naomi?
"Don't worry," she states matter-of-factly, "I'll sleep on the couch or something."
"No you won't," I say which causes a look of surprise to appear on Emily's face. "I just mean, there are so many crazy people in this house and I don't want to take the chance on you waking up with some Jesus-looking-guy's foot in your mouth."
"Huh?" She asks, confusion all over her face.
"Trust me. It happens all the time." I laugh before pushing myself up and off the bed. "I'll find you some clothes to change into and you'll sleep in here… with me."
She is trying to hide the smile on her face, but failing miserably.
I turn my back to her and rummage through my things to look for something for her to wear to sleep. I don't have many clothes available for sleep, considering on any other night I'd be sleeping naked. No, that won't work tonight.
I manage to find my favorite oversized white t-shirt with a pig plastered on the front and another oversized plain black t-shirt. The pig t-shirt is my favorite, it holds sentimental value to me and I never let it out of my sight, so naturally I'll let Emily wear it. I'm not sure why, but the thought of her wearing it gives me the most annoying set of butterflies in my stomach ever.
"Here." I say before throwing the white shirt across the room and onto the bed so it lands next to her. She lifts it up and examines the shirt with a raised brow in my direction.
I give her a smirk.
"What? It's one of my favorites!" I tell her with a shy smile across my lips.
"It's lovely" she tells me before pushing herself off my bed. "I'll be back, just going to go change," she says with a bit of a slur as she makes her way out of my room and into the bathroom down the hall.
I take this time to remove my clothes except for my black striped knickers. I pull the oversized black t-shirt I found over my head and it barely goes passed my knickers. I shrug before climbing inside my bed, making sure to leave enough for Emily on the right side. I move my arms under my head, propping it up and my eye close as I wait for Emily to return.
I hear the creak of my door and open my eyes to find Emily's on me. I smile and ask her to turn off the lights and she finds her way into my bed. The warmth of Emily's body next to mine quickly replaces the cool air that arrived when Emily lifted the blankets. I feel her bare left leg accidently brush up against mine and I feel so much energy rush through my body. I think she felt it too because I heard her breath hitch just as it happened.
I try to make myself more comfortable and I end up on my right side, facing Emily who is already facing me. I can still see her face due to the moonlight shining through my window. I see her smile and I offer her a weak one in return.
"This was nice," she finally says in a low whisper that sends tingle through my body that I was not expecting. "Tonight, I mean." She clarifies.
"Yeah," I say as a sigh. "It was," I agree while staring deeply into her eyes. Our faces are so close that I can smell her sweet breath, a mix of mint and vodka. My eyes slowly move from her eyes and glance at her soft lips that are slightly parted.
"This is nice." The words left my mouth so quick that I couldn't even stop myself. I quickly look away from her mouth and to my hands that are now fidgeting in front of me.
"It is," she simply says as she places her hand on mine, slowly rubbing her thumb against the back of my hand. My eyes move back up, trying to find contact with hers again, but this time she's the one staring at my mouth and before I could stop myself, my tongue slips passed my lips, wetting them.
My eyes are back on her perfect lips and it's like I'm being pulled to her. I can't stop it. I can't. I slowly move my face closer to hers and I notice she licks her lips just as I did seconds before.
Finally it happens. Our lips meet and before I know it I'm on top of her, one of my legs in between hers, both of my hands tangled in her perfect red hair as our lips burn against each other's. Her hands find their way under my shirt and rest upon my hips, the touch burning into my skin in the best possible way.
"Oh, Ems," I sigh between kisses, one of my hands moving down to rest on her hip.
"Mmm," she moans softly against my lips before pushing me away only to position herself on top of me. Her lips find mine again and my hands now move up her shirt and move up and down her sides. She's so soft. She slowly moves her lips from my mouth and kissing her way down my jaw line and find their place on my neck. Fuck, this feels so good.
"We should probably get some sleep," she says against my neck. I can only nod, afraid of what might escape my lips.
She reluctantly slides off of me and on to her side of my bed. I can still feel her lips on my neck and this is what gives me the courage to slide my right arm around her body and pull her close to me, her head resting in the crook of my neck. That's where I need her, even if it's only for tonight.
I feel Emily snuggle closer into me, her right arm draped over my stomach and her fingers rubbing random patterns on the side of my left arm. This is what I fall asleep to, and I think it might be the best night of my life.
I wake up before Emily does. She's still wrapped around me and pressed against me. What the fuck? What am I doing? I sigh.
I lightly slide out from under Emily and out of my bed. She's still asleep. Good.
I grab some clothes and rush out of my room. I can't face her. I don't even know what this all means and knowing Emily she will want answers that I don't have.
I just have to get out of here. Fast.
