A.N. Oooh we're starting to get somewhere in this chapter :D :D And to amuse myself during physics I've started to write a future scene...THE future scene and I now like Physics a lot more (though if the old guy teaching us ever saw what I was writing while he blabbed on about the end of the world I'm pretty sure he'd have a heart-attack =P) And also, THANKYOU! to all you people reading :) When I find you've alerted/favourited this little story it always makes me happy but do you know what would make me EVEN happier?
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Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Emily or Naomi...if I did I have a feeling we'd rarely leave the bedroom...
"I-I saw you looking at me before."
4.
The one thing I didn't expect from her was silence. The way she had smiled at me after that moment, the way she never seemed to lose her vivacious poise; I had never expected her to be at loss for words. Surely this small, strong girl beside me always had something to say. So why was she so silent now?
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered and I instantly felt guilty, I had looked too, even though I didn't really want to admit it to myself let alone her but seeing the way she started to hang her head I was flooded with word vomit.
"It's fine. I didn't...I don't mind," and I yelled at myself to say what I really wanted to. "I was looking too."
I was greeted with more silence and I mentally hit myself on the head. What were you thinking Campbell? Go and completely freak out the girl why don't you? But my internal rant was silenced by her voice; deep and quiet from beside me.
"Umm," she started waveringly. "I want to kiss you now and I'm wondering if that would be okay."
I didn't know what to say. My mind was screaming NO in a loud chorus, almost deafening me with all the bad things that could happen. Someone could find us, see us and then I would be even more excluded than normal, no one would ever want to share a hootchie with me again...although that might be a good thing...and I might even get kicked out of cadets. I mean, they kept stern rules about fraternisation and couldn't even control it between males and females who were on other sides of forests so what would they do to the lesbians who could create so much havoc without even having to sneak across to male lines?
But I wasn't a lesbian. I wasn't gay. All I wanted to know was if I wasn't gay why was there a part of me slowly taking over all the bad thoughts that was whispering yes to her question with such conviction in my ear. If I wasn't gay why was my breathing picking up as she came closer and closer to me, her brown eyes staring straight at me the whole time? Why, if I wasn't gay, was I leaning in towards her until our noses were touching, our lips millimetres apart so that we were sharing the same breath? Why, if I wasn't gay, did my whole body erupt into flames the moment her lips came into contact with my own and why was I kissing her harder, slipping my tongue into her mouth and shivering at the moan she let out at the contact?
I was kissing her. Emily Fitch. I was kissing Emily Fitch.
Then rational thoughts started to come through to my brain and I quickly push her away. Gently of course. Because it's Emily Fitch and I was just kissing her. But we were at cadets with people around us and officers keen to send anyone home for engaging in any kind of fraternisation and Emily was a GIRL and that was just a little bit terrifying.
"I thought I heard someone coming," I say quickly because no matter how much I was freaking out I didn't want to hurt her feelings and there was a small part of me, getting larger by the second that really wanted to kiss her again. To feel the way she made me burn again.
She didn't say anything but her huge eyes, so good at conveying emotions were not wavering from my face and I looked back out in front of me to avoid staring into their depths. I wasn't sure I was ready to see what was in them.
"Stand down!" started echoing around the platoon harbour, each pair carrying it on so everyone knew to go and I looked back at Emily once more before standing up and busying myself with unrolling my sleeping mat and bag.
The hootchie seemed to have shrunk in the last few minutes.
The air was thick and I stayed as far over my side of the small tent as I could. I had already messed up once, what had I been thinking anyway? First of all she was a girl but that didn't even cover half of the confusion I was feeling. It was more the amazing feeling of right-ness as her lips had hesitantly made contact with my own, the fire that had taken over my body. I had never felt that before and I had kissed my fair share of people...well boys. Was that what it was? I didn't think so. Something was telling me that even if I went over to the next hootchie and planted a wet one on the Sergeant it wouldn't feel like every nerve ending in my body was gearing up to sing the Hallelujah chorus.
That's what I was freaking out about the most. Not the fact that Emily Fitch was a girl but the fact that already I was feeling so much towards her, she already had all my emotions in her hand. I had never surrendered myself like that to anyone and the fact that I hadn't even noticed myself doing it seemed to freak me out even more.
The hootchie was filled with our mutual freaking-outness. At least, I hoped it was mutual, I hoped that she had felt the same way that I had or else I was well and truly screwed.
The next morning when I woke up at the loud shouts of, "Reveille!" she was already gone, her sleeping bag neatly packed away and the smell of her that had surrounded me the whole night was barely noticeable in the icy morning air.
In the starkness of daylight it was hard to even imagine last night's events really happening.
"Christ sake," I muttered as we turned around yet again to walk back the way we came. I didn't understand how it was so hard to go on a hike and not get lost. They had the compass, the bearing yet every time we went out we seemed to be stopping and starting repeatedly.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 click
Yes, once again I was counting paces and I think the only reason was because I was the only cadet who they could actually trust to count to ten without stuffing it up. Harsh, I know but sometimes you got to wonder.
"Campbell!" they shouted and I jogged over to wear they were standing around the map, noses so close I half expected to see an indent on the paper. "We've got about another two-hundred metres until our OP, give us a yell when we've travelled that far."
I nodded and ran back to my place in the formation just in time to start counting again.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 click
OP. Observation point and basically the worst thing in the world right now. To start with they got our packs confused with another sections so no one had heavy duty cold weather gear until half way through when it was way too late anyway, we were all numb by then. Next it started raining, and not just a nice little sprinkle but a heavy, pounding, bone cold kind of rain that left my teeth chattering and my sleeping bag drenched because none of the moronic cadets back at the camp site packed it away while I was watching tensely through the night vision goggles.
When we finally saw the distant headlights of the mogs come to take us back to our HQ everyone let out a cheer...well a whispered one anyway as we could still get busted for spying on the other company where we were standing. As we clambered into the mog, wet and shivering, I felt instant déjà-vu as I looked across from me to see the same perverts as last time I was in the vehicle. Was it only yesterday? It felt like a lifetime.
"So I asked Fitch if she wanted to get together for a bit of fun last night."
I told myself off for the way my body suddenly sprang to attention at her name; my back straight and my ears straining to hear what the moron was saying.
"She didn't seem to keen though."
No shit. I found it immensely amusing that the guy thought he even had a remote chance? He was a pimply moron and she was...
Stunning, my stupid inner voice piped up.
"I dunno though, I think she might not really mean it. Maybe if I asked her again..." He ended his speech with a sly wink towards his mate and it was at that point that I couldn't hold in my snort. It may have come out a little louder than I intended. Pimples looked over to me, a pissed off expression on his face.
"Like to add something Blondie?"
I considered shutting up but then I remembered who I was. What, I had a name to live up to?
"Just that Fitch wouldn't screw you if you paid her a million dollars." The expression on his face was priceless and I found myself smirking in response.
"Whatever, she's a bitch anyway. What say you and me Blondie get together and feel alright?"
If it weren't for the way we were bouncing up and down in the dusty vehicle I would have found the nearest hard surface to smash my head against. I did not get how these guys thought they would even have a chance and how freakin' persistent they were.
"You couldn't make me feel alright if you stapled your tongue to my clit and stood on a cement mixer." Now I was rather proud of that line and I was even more proud of the fact that it had made pimples speechless but the Officer had overheard me and was now glaring at me and motioning that I would be having a talk later. Great, I try to fend off this moron and get in trouble for it.
We finally arrived back at our HQ, the bumpy ride hadn't tried me out one bit and I tried to stop the shivers that were wracking my body and making my teeth chatter. Great, I had a wet sleeping bag to look forward to as well. Grumbling from the stern words the Officer had just given me about keeping my language appropriate (as if they didn't swear half the time) I made my way to my...our hootchie, the short walk turning into a giant trek as my mind caught up with my tired body. I dumped my webbing and peered inside only to be met with two wide eyes.
"Shit!" I yelled before calming my heart rate down by repeating in my head, it's only Emily, it's only Emily. The mantra seemed to only increase my heartbeat and make the air harder to breathe.
"What are you doing awake still?" I whispered, pausing to yawn. "It's two in the morning."
Her voice seemed to have dropped to an even sexier level while I had been away from her and as my eyes grew used to the light I saw her luminous eyes were actually connected to a body snuggled deep inside a warm looking sleeping bag.
"I was waiting for you."
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