WELL I'M ALIVE! :D isn't that great. So yes, first of all, I'm so sorry for taking so long to get this chapter done. First I was away for a week, then I got my results (I'll tell you about them in a minute) and then I went to my friends that night for a bit of a drink and then I've been having a bit of a mental breakdown BUT I'M BACK, that's all that matters really.
So yes, GCSEs. I must say I'm rather proud of myself, I cried when I saw them cos I was that happy with them :P so overall it was 2As, 7Bs and 2Cs :) one of the Bs in english language and lit so I must be sort of good at writing :P
NOW. Your reviews. WOW! like really...wow! You are all so very lovely. So the general consensus was that the last chapter was funny, and generally good which is really nice to hear :) I'm going to reply to all of those reviews very soon so expect a message coming your way my lovelies :D
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW...sorry for babbling.
I DON'T OWN SKINS.
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Touch. Sight. Sound. All of these senses completely taken over by pure instinct.
I touch her, she touches me, we can't help the involuntary reactions to each others presence. Feeling her lips on my own. Her lips on my skin. Her teeth biting down on my exposed skin. Our tongues dancing together. My own lips responding to her touches. Biting, sucking, lingering on points that I know make her lose control of herself for a split second. Feeling her lips smile against my skin forcing a smile onto my own lips.
Hands roam. Her skin leaving a burning feeling over my finger tips. Her own hands instigating a similar feeling on my own skin as she moves around my body. My hands pull her closer to me, holding her lips against my own, making sure that we never disconnect.
I see her, the love in her eyes. The complete feeling of euphoria radiating from her expressions. She also shows a playful nature. Her eyes dance as they look at me, she smiles so much that it's not only with her lips but with eyes and heart.
The cursing, blaspheming, sentiments of love thrown around the room by our vocal cords taking over my hearing. I can't hear any else but her. It's like my ears are tuned in to the Emily radio station, everything else is completely irrelevant.
So we woke up about 10 minutes ago. Emily was able to wake up peacefully, whereas I was woken up by her fucking stomach grumbling non-stop for god knows how long. Obviously the dirty deed makes miss Fitch here rather hungry. We've sat in my bed for these past 10 minutes, mainly laughing at the fact that Emily's sex hair is rather impressive. Literally every strand is completely out of place. Emily did protest a bit that my hair was a lot worse, but once we stood in front of the mirror, side by side, she gave in completely when she finally realised that her hair was just a complete shambles.
"I blame you for this mess!" Emily looks round to me, looking suitably angry with just the right amount of adorable for me to be able to laugh easily at her.
"I blame me for this mess." I finally stop laughing a smile smugly at her, admiring just a small part of the aftermath of last nights activities. I am yet to see the full extent of the damage. Emily just looks at me, with a slight smirk on her face and her eye brow raised in slight confusion.
"That made very little sense." I lean down and kiss her, as usual with a smile playing on my lips.
"It made perfect sense. Breakfast?"
"Please."
We made our way down to the kitchen, hand in hand of course. We were both expecting to just be able to get our breakfast quietly, I mean it was nearly 2 o'clock, we may have overslept, so no one should've been in the house at such a time. Of course we thought wrong, my mother and Katie were both in my kitchen, having what seemed like a civil conversation. Emily takes her seat as I go to make us a cup of tea each.
"So what are you two talking about?" I continue to assemble the perfect cup of tea for Emily as I speak to the other two occupants of the kitchen. I turn to Emily quickly as I speak also, smiling slightly, proving the point that I can have a nice conversation with her sister when I want to, Emily smiles back at me.
"Uni this year." Emily's smile changes instantly upon hearing these words. She looks tense, fidgety. Her eyes not meeting mine anymore, instead staring intently at Katie, a look of warning all over her face. "just telling Gina how me and Em are going to London." What? Emily's going to London. When did this happen?
"Oh right. That's nice." I don't think I could sound anymore unenthused than I do right now. I quickly move my concentration back to making the tea though, throwing the tea bags in, along with sloppily pouring in the boiling water and milk, causing it to splash out of the mugs and onto my hands, which fucking burns. Once done with the teas I place one in front of Emily and take my own outside along with a 10 block and my lighter, grabbing the nearest hoodie on my way, which happens to be one of Emily's. Fantastic. I sit down, in the exact same place I was yesterday. I can faintly hear Emily's voice, she's obviously annoyed with her sister for spilling the beans shall we say. I just keep my eyes looking over the garden. Why is Emily leaving? Well really, why didn't she tell me? I know we never really 'talked' about the future shall we say but did it never occur to her to tell me that she was planning on leaving Bristol and going to London? Leaving me and going to London? Fucks sake. I pull out a cigarette as usual when I'm stressing out a light up, well try to.
"Fucking lighter."
"Need some help?" I look up to see that pair of big brown eyes looking down at me sympathetically, her hair still quite a mess, one of my huge t-shirts drowning her small body. Really she looks gorgeous, I can't even stop the small smile that forms on my lips. I look away from Emily's eyes though when she reaches forward and takes the lighter and cigarette, lighting it for me and passing it back to me. I swiftly take it back and inhale, enjoying the familiar feeling. I feel Emily sitting down next to me and I can't help but remember us sitting here last night, under completely different circumstances. We weren't being 'safe' around each other, instead we just were ourselves. But now, we're guarded, watching what we say incase we say something that we will regret.
"I'm sorry." Emily breaks the silence, as she has done a few times before. I keep my eyes on a fixed point at the back of the garden. Just remembering how happy I was last night.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going?" I keep my eyes low, not wanting to meet her guilt ridden expression. I hate to see her with anything other than a smile on her face.
"I was scared." My eyebrows involuntarily rise, making my forehead wrinkle just a bit and my gaze finally moves from the floor to her features. I couldn't ignore that. Emily scared? What has she got to be scared of? She's Emily. She's my strong Emily.
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that it would become real. Scared that I'd actually have to be leaving you. Scared that I wouldn't be able to wake up next to you every morning. Scared that..."
"You were scared, I get that." I can't help but look at her and send her a cheeky smile, lightening the mood slightly. Emily looks relieved that I'm even looking at her with a smile on my face. I throw the remainder of my cigarette away and take Emily's hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.
"You know you could never lose me even if you tried." A cheeky smile grows on my face again. Emily leans forward and places a long kiss on my lips. Lingering as long as possible. Honestly I never want her to pull away. When she does thought I just see a smile facing me which sparks a smile of my own.
"Good."
"When do you leave then?" I had to ask. I didn't want to, but I had to know when she was going, mainly so I can prepare myself I guess.
"Next week." I go silent again, I don't know what to say. For once I am actually lost for words. I don't even have some kind of witty comeback. Just a blank space in my head. It's not far away. 1 week. 7 days. God knows how many hours and seconds that is, but it can't be that many. 24 x 7. Fucks sake. I lean back, as I do a lot and let out a sigh, thinking that will get rid of all of the anger and feeling of loss that I'm experiencing right now, of course that doesn't really work but it was worth trying. I feel Emily gripping my hand tighter. But I know that but this time next week her hand isn't going to be there.
"Do you think we can handle being away from each other for a few weeks at a time?" Emily sounds so unsure, so scared, so fragile. It reminds me of when we were sitting on the edge of the pool. Emily holding my hand, encouraging me, telling me that I could do anything. I turn to face her and she meets my gaze. Our foreheads meet. We stay like this for a few moments, cherishing just being close to each other.
"I think we can do anything Ems."
So I hope you liked it...sorry it was a bit short. I will make sure the next chapter is a lot longer :) Now I must go to sleep it's just gone 4 in the morning :/ I'm slowly becoming an insomniac it seems.
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