Fun fact; The name of this story came from me misinterpreting the lyrics to I spy by Mikhael Paskalev. But even though he sings something else, I think it's a fitting theme song to this story.
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Chapter 27: Oh a yearning, and it's real for me
Effy PoV
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I put the cigarette in my mouth and inhaled before fully leaning back against the side of the yellow cottage. My eyes rested on the sea, like they always seemed to do. The endless waves was always something I found consoling. An endless whirling that kept me bounded here.
And it wasn't even boring watching, the sea. Every wave and every movement was unique. Created by tons and tons of disturbances miles away. Every islet affected it, and every underwater swirl.
Suddenly a crash from my left roused me from my rapture. I slowly turned my head to see Kieran standing in the doorway looking at me with bewildered eyes. I could hear some noise from inside, and figured that was what made him look half crazy.
"I can't stand it anymore!" he yells, dragging his hand through his limp hair. I just watch him unwaveringly before taking another drag from my cigarette.
"She's going to kill me one day, believe me. I'm going fishing." he shakes his head before retrieving something from a shelf inside, some key for the boat I suppose. He gives me a last frown before disappearing around the corner towards the dock.
My eyes fleet back to the open doorway. There's still a loud beating coming from inside, which I heard even before Kieran stormed out. Gina had obviously already had enough as I saw her in the garden while I walked over. But she didn't notice me, so I just walked by her silently, not wanting to share any of the 'whys' I'm here.
I took a last drag from my stick before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out. I sighed, bugged at how she could be this stubborn, but made my way into the hallway either way. Emily was my best friend and one of those who helped me the most. She deserved to be happy.
It was some Green Day song that was bursting down the stairwell, and I rolled my eyes at that. I imagined she wasn't lying moping on the sofa listening to this. No, if I got Naomi right, she was probably freaking out, being all over the place.
As I entered the living room where the music was the loudest, and thereafter the kitchen I found out I was right. Completely right.
She was moving pans and things around on the counters, slamming them ever so often making a lot of noise even over the deafening music. Her hair was up in a messy … mess, and on the floor was a bucket with water. She was obviously cleaning the kitchen. Or destroying it by the sounds of it.
I sat down with the table, laying my head in my hands while observing her. She hadn't heard or noticed me yet.
I saw the tenseness in her shoulders, and the way she kept running her hands through her hair while sighing in an upset way. She crouched down and removed some shit from a cabinet. While she was putting it behind her on the floor, her distraught blue eyes met mine. The surprise made her jump back and in turn push the bucket so some of the content spilled out over one of her legs. She sat there, breathing hard while leaning on the counter, hand against her heart while looking at me with wide eyes. I could see her mouth Jesus Fucking Christ, before standing up and moving into the living room to turn off the music. I calmly followed her every move with my stare the whole time, not really being deterred by her sudden disconcert.
"What the fuck are you doing, Eff? You scared me half to death!" She comes back again, scowl firmly planted on her face. Her hands strictly moved to rest on her hips.
"Visiting." I raised one eyebrow at her, not changing my expression.
"Joy." She rolled her eyes, before going back to cleaning out the cabinet like she did before I scared her.
"Gina sat you up to that?" I asked after a while where she was scrubbing the insides of the cabinet in fury. Her blonde head popped out to look at me dubiously.
"No." Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you ask?"
"You don't seem the kind of girl to just pick up a cleaning bucket and then choose a corner to start in." I said seriously and honestly. I mean, I had expected her to be somewhere in denial freaking the fuck out, but this was not the way I imagined.
"And what the hell do you know about what kind of girl I am?" she sneered. My eyebrows lifted on their own accord, a smirk working its way to my lips.
"Woah, tiger. Still as angry as on saturday, are we?"
"No." She scoffed, slinging the rag into the bucket before moving the items into the cabinet again. I watched her before effortlessly standing up and starting to open cupboards.
"What are you doing?" she asks indignantly from below me.
"Finding those cookies you live on. Garibaldis weren't it?"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"We're taking a food break."
"'We'?" she scoffs. "You haven't actually done anything to take a break from."
"Watching you driving yourself into a frenzy is something I could use a break from." I quipped back just as I finally found a pack of the cookies. I dangled them in the air before her and then walked into the living room and plopping myself on the sofa and putting my feet on the table. I opened the pack of garibaldis and put one in my mouth. She slowly drifted after me with a weary look. After a second she sat heavily down in the sofa opposite me, sighing in defeat.
"These taste like feet." I grimace after the first bite.
"Give it here then, those are not for wasting." she scolds and hold out her hand. I hand it over willingly. She plops two into her mouth at once, and seems to ease back into the cushions a bit. She's still visibly tense though, and I can see her mind running a hundred miles per hour as she has a far away look on her face.
"You just felt like renovating the kitchen then? Unsolicited?" I ask, looking at her with a smirk. I knew that was not why, I knew she was going crazy doing nothing.
"Fuck off, Eff." she barks, clearly not up for any joking. "What are you doing here anyway, at …" she looks at the clock on the wall, "nine in the morning. 'Bit early for visits, isn't it? It's the holidays after all."
"Couldn't sleep any longer, and I haven't really spoken to you in a while since you've been so loved up with Emily." I could see her visibly flinch at my use of words, but I didn't react. I did it on purpose, really. "And you weren't really up to any talking on our last encounter."
"Look, Eff, I'm sorry. I was fucked up and angry and I let it out on you." she looked on me with those doe eyes that I guessed Emily loved about her. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, well." I finish that conversation, averting my eyes to let her get some time to try and gather herself. But I suspected that was something I had to do for her. At least by the way she kept fiddling with her hands, and clenching and unclenching her jaw.
"Did something happen? You seem a bit on edge." I try to ease into it, but she snapped her head around so fast I'm surprised it didn't fell off. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Did Emily send you over?" she instantly suspect. I laugh dryly.
"Why would she do that? Something has happened then?"
"No, everything is fine. Why would there be something that's not fine?" she rambles, paranoid.
"Like I said, you seem on edge." I sigh, getting tired of her shit.
"I'm not on edge." She frowned. "Things are really fucking great." she scoff, taking a bite of her cookie making crumbs fly everywhere. "We made up and went official on the great internet, and just… we're fucking fantastic." she threw herself down on her back on the couch, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Please contain you excitement." I deadpan.
"You wouldn't understand anyway." she whines, sitting up again. She was really restless, not managing to rest in one place for more than two minutes.
"Try me." I smirk, feeling that finally we're getting somewhere.
She puts her elbows on her knees as she leans on them, watching me anxiously. It's like she won't even dare word it. I see it clearly now. Doubt and fear. She hasn't let go of the past. Now I just have to find out what part of the past.
"It's.. it's-" she wrings her hands together, looking down to the floor so her hair hides her face. Suddenly she stands up and starts pacing the room. Her restlessness is starting to take a toll on me. It's like pulling out needles of her eyes painfully slow.
"It's a beautiful day!" she exclaims as she stops by the window. "Feel like going for a boat ride?" she turns back to me, pleading to let the subject pass. I look at her exasperated. I shake my head slowly at her and flick my eyes to the abandoned couch, silently telling her that we have to talk about this.
She went back and sat down with a big sigh before burying her face in her hands.
"I don't even know if I can pinpoint this, Eff." she said drained.
"I know you, and I already know that you know what's wrong. But it's okay to say it out loud, I would be the last to judge." She looked up at me through the gaps between her fingers, before running them through her hair.
"It's really complicated… I, I know that I should tell you. But it's so bloody hard right now."
"I won't tell Emily." I secured her. When she looked up at me with half a smile I knew that I'd said the right thing. I guess that was something that was holding her back. It was important to tell her that I also was her friend now.
"When we made up after that horrible party it was really fucking wonderful." she breathed out a shaky breath. "But then she said she loved me."
"Congratulations." I said, smiling widely at her, conveying how good of a thing that is. "I bet that felt good."
"Yes, but also no." she said, looking to the ceiling for answers.
"She wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it." I said. She snorted at this.
"She also told Karen that she loved her once upon a time, but that's hardly the matter. It's all so fucking messy, I don't know what to make of it."
"How is it messy?" I said, hiding the fact that I already knew the answer. Love, the messiest thing there is.
"It's just a fucking clutter of things, Effy. One minute we're at one side at the barometer and the next we're on the other side. How can I fucking know where we'll go next?"
"Have you taken anything? You start to sound a bit drunk." I smirk at her. She don't take the bait, being too worked up for it.
"Come on, Eff, I'm trying here!" she says, swinging her hands out.
"Alright alright." I resign. "So, did you tell her that you loved her back?" She twist a bit where she's seated and won't meet my eye. This dragging the truth out of her process is giving me a headache.
"No." She eventually whispers.
"Well, do you love her?"
"I don't know, Eff." She leans back and looks up. I can see tears starting to glance her eyes. Oh, here it comes.
"How can you not know? It's essential." I push the final button. She looks back at me with a pained expression before she starts rambling.
"It's a fucking roller coaster, our entire relationship! It has never been easy with her, it has never been straight forward! When I finally think that things are good, like really good and think that, like, this is it, you know. No, then she has to go and fucking flirt away an entire evening with Karen, her fucking ex-girlfriend or whatever. And I know we sorted through that, and I believed everything Emily told me, but it still fucking happened. Nothing can change that, and maybe it changed how I see her. I don't want it to change anything, but I can't really control things like that. And then she says that she loves me. And it felt so out of the blue that I couldn't react there and then, you know. I can't answer if I love her back, because I have never loved anyone that way, you know? What is love, how can you describe it? When have you reached that bar, I don't know! And if I do love her, I don't even know if I dare tell her, because what's next? Either I'll mess it up or she'll mess it up. It would've been better staying under the love bar permanently. I was perfectly fine with the high of that Facebook announcement yesterday." She stops to take a breath through her shaking lips.
"It's always fucking up and downs. First we sleep together, then I fuck it up. Then we reunite and I fucking fuck it up again. But then she starts to fuck up and comes up with the great reconcilings. And now that she said that she loves me, the next step is surely that she'll break up with me. I'm an emotional mess, I don't even handle someone saying that they love me. I can't even understand that she do. I complain, I whine and I fuck things up because I over think everything. So surely she would come to that decision in the end." Her eyes suddenly widens "Oh my god, do you think she'll break up with me?"
"She says she loves you, and you come to the conclusion that she'll dump you. Wow, you should get a diploma for your sense of logic." I look at her bemused.
"Fine, but you see that it makes sense right? One step forward and sixteen back! What if she rediscovers her love for Karen and goes back to her?" she asks troubled.
"Then you'll be there and stop her. And besides, she loves you."
"I don't know Eff." she shakes her head.
"Look, you got to figure this out before Emily comes home from work."
"Yeah, I know. But, maybe it's best to stop when we're on top, you know? Not make a bigger mess of things." she says mournful.
"Naomi!" I scold with a voice that's very unlike me, making her head snap to me. "You have made yourself such a land of illusion inside that head of yours that you can't fucking see what's right in front of you. Are you insane, letting Emily slide through your fingers?"
"I don't want to lose her, but I'm not sure I know how to keep her."
"She said she loved you. This morning! You don't have to fucking do anything to keep her, she's yours for fuck sakes." I say angrily at her. It's not often I let myself react in such a way, but such stubbornness out of nothing really pulls at my patience. At least when I could've been home cuddled up with my boy instead of dealing with this gabble.
Naomi sighed to herself again, seemingly not reaching any conclusions inside that mess of a head of hers. I rubbed at my temples, willing my last bit of self-control to think of a way out of this. Talking to her was obviously no point in doing, we were still where we started.
"So Emily is working at the store, eh?" I asked, finding this to be my last way out. I already knew the answer to this question, but I was unsure of whether Naomi was aware.
"Yeah, why?" she asks me tiredly.
"No reason. Come on, let's go for a walk before I smash your head in a wall." I nodded and stood up.
Naomi chose the way that lead away from the store, probably not trusting me in not dragging her in to say hello to her redhead. It was totally fine for me, made my plan a lot more easy.
She kept on babbling about her insecurities and why Emily surely couldn't love her, and maybe she even said it just to make up for the Karen stuff and on and on. I zoned out in the end, promising myself to never put myself in the middle of those two again if it meant dealing with the wreck of Naomi refusing to see sense.
"I mean, it's not like I haven't felt something similar to love at least when I am with her. Like when I look into her eyes. But that's what's so scary about it, isn't it? One day you look into her warm and beautiful eyes and the next-"
"Stop." I touch her arm to make her also physically stop. My plan was about to be set in motion, and I had a feeling it would be bulletproof.
Naomi PoV
Effy stopped me mid rambling to right after the first bridge we went over. I turned to look questioningly at her, but she just looked ahead and gestured I do the same. I'd been so distracted with my own shit that I hadn't even noticed what, or might I say who, was walking towards us.
"What?" I found myself say surprised. She just nodded ahead even though I certainly had discovered it by now.
There, just down the road, where over one dozen of toddlers in neon yellow reflective vests shuffling in a slow pace. There were two or three higher people among the lot of them, all of them holding hands with some or pushing a stroller. And one of them had shining red hair that blew in the light breeze. It was not like she was towering over the toddlers like the other adults, which almost made me laugh since she was quite petite. She was holding two little boys in each hand, slightly bent over as she walked and talked to them animatedly while smiling affectionately.
I felt my whole chest go warm at the sight, and found myself smiling along with her. All the whirlwind that had been shaking up my head all day was blurred out, downgrading till background noise. I had the most adorable and caring girlfriend ever. But just as the thought hit me, my eyebrows scrunched up again and I turned to Effy again, but before I could ask her she already had the answer as usual.
"She's working in the kindergarden from time to time too. I figured she hadn't told you, but she's been by most of the workplaces on the island, always trying to save up for that university fund or whatever she's saving for. A real workaholic that one." Effy says, studying me thoroughly whilst.
My eyes find that familiar shade of red again and find her crouched down by one of the boys seemingly having a fit of rage. Her eyes are attentive and she's speaking to him calmly while lightly touching his shoulders. My heart is beating hard by now.
"My big brother, Tony, he has a son in the kindergarden with his fiancee Michelle. His name is Aden, is four years old, and he unfortunately got downs. They have had a lot to deal with with him, and Michelle even got a job in the kindergarden to work closer to him. He is really weary of who get to touch him and be with him and so on, but Emily… He fell in love with her the first time they met. She's so nice and good with him, even Michelle was astonished. He absolutely adore her, and whenever he sees her he run towards her yelling ''Milyy' from the top of his lungs. Michelle picked up on how good Emily is with kids and offered her to work there if she needed it. So whenever they need extra workers they usually call Em. She often help out after school and such if someone has to go home early." Effy speaks softly.
I think she even kept talking about the kindergarden, but I completely zoned out after that, only having eyes for Emily. My Emily. Oh my god, she actually was my Emily.
Everything but the sight of her there in front of me was blocked out. My whole body was buzzing as I studied her as they got closer. She still hadn't seen me, but boy had I seen her. I had really seen her, and I couldn't for the life of me understand how I was so slow to do so.
I realized there and then that she was the best person I had ever known, hands down to everyone I had read about and talked with and seen. No one could top the kindness in her, the glint in her eye and the quirk of her mouth when she smiled adorably at you. No one could ever know such wonderfulness without having met Emily. Because, really, in that heart stopping moment I realized that she was an amazing human being, the opposite to all the bad in me. And here I was, realizing that of all people, she loved me.
I had been walking around all day freaking out because of that fact, but I really should be celebrating. Or crying. Or laughing. Or fucking thank whatever God is up there because this person loved me. And, fucking hell, I needed to speak to her. Right. Now.
"Could you just… stall them... or something..." I say distractedly while waving a hand towards where Effy stood while I walked determined to Emily. It was like I had a fish-eye vision. Because all it consisted of was her.
Even though I didn't turn around, I could feel the smirk radiating from Effy as I got nearer to Emily.
When she finally spotted me, she greeted me with a big smile. "Naomi, hi-" she says cheerily, obviously about to ask something, but I quickly cut her off.
"I need to talk to you." I say, feeling jittery of it all. I couldn't bring myself to smile back though, the intensity of the feelings inside of me erasing everything but what I was burning to do.
"Is everything okay?" she asks with concerned eyes, before mouthing 'two secs' while holding up two fingers to one of the adults. I took her hand in mine, and looked around me. The nearest was a garage of sorts, and with the urgency inside of me I figured that would have to do.
I hastily nodded while dragging Emily after me until we were behind the garage, and just when we rounded the last corner I slammed her up against the wall, kissing her with all that I am. She let out a surprised moan at first, before her hands delightedly drifted into my hair, while mine was grasping at her waist needing her closer than possible.
I had never snogged her with so much desperation, but it seemed like she welcomed it as we almost melded into the wall. I exploded with emotions of it all, and wondered if it had been like this all along. Probably, I thought.
"Mmm, Naomi.." she mumbles and pushes lightly on my shoulders after a little while. "I really like this interruption, but-"
"I love you." I say loudly and clearly while resting my forehead against hers, eyes shut and breathing heavily after our make out session.
"What?" I can hear the smile in her voice.
"I love you." I say again, before kissing her deeply and quickly. "I love you so much Ems, and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."
Finally I opened my eyes to look at her. She was grinning so big, and looking at me with that look. The look that make me feel so special, like I'm the only one on earth for her.
She giggles before grabbing my neck and mashing our lips together again. I can feel that she keeps giggling a bit and smiling throughout when I kiss her, and it make me smile too, until we just end up grinning up against each other. She keeps stroking my cheeks and making deliciously little squeaks.
"You make me so happy, Naoms." she husks. "I think I'm the luckiest girl alive."
I pull her so close that all of her front is pressed up into mine, and tilt my head down to kiss her yet again. Her breath hitches as this kiss becomes more serious than the previous.
"I love you. I love you." I smile as we break apart for air, wondering if I'll ever contain the urge to say it out loud all the time.
"I know." she grins prettily, her thumb stroking over my bottom lip and her eyes sparkling. "But I have to go back to work and I think we've given enough of a show behind Dougs garage, don't you think?"
I snap my head hastily behind me and seeing a blue house that obviously belongs to Doug. Ooops. I bite my lip as I check each window to see if we have any sneak peekers.
I get yanked back by Emily pulling me back to the others. I soon catch up with her as we walk in stride.
"You're still coming over later, right?" I ask.
"Hell yeah." she raises her eyebrows while nodding furiously. I smile back at her, and just then we reach the rest of the kids that started yelling as soon as they saw Emily re-emerging.
I give her one last lingering look, our hands slowly sliding apart. As her nut brown eyes are transfixed on me, I mouth 'I love you' one last time, making her grin again and roll her eyes at me, before mouthing it back. Then she turns back to the kids and slips into work mode again and I go back to a smirking Effy. She has her arms folded and are lightly stomping her foot, like she's been waiting for me for too long.
"Alright?" I say as I reach her, a permanent smile fixed to my face.
"You told her then?" she asks.
"Yeah." I cast one last look back on my love, noting that she's watching me too even though some kid is yanking her hand for contact. My heart flutter uncontrollably.
"So you had a revelation?" I mull over the answer a bit while we start walking back to mine.
"Both yes and no." I conclude.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think it was a discovery, more like it finally opened my eyes."
"Good girl." she smiles. We walk the rest in silence, me lost in thoughts of Emily, a great contrast to what they were a mere thirty minutes ago.
"So I'm heading home to Freddie, have fun with cleaning the kitchen or whatever you're doing." Effy waves dismissively and continues up the hill from my drive in. I stand back looking at her with a light frown, suddenly wondering if she just had a plan with coming to mine today and that now it was fulfilled. I shook myself out of it after a beat and walked down to my house. Because I had other things on my mind.
All the things Cook said to me saturday night came back to me. Emily was the kind of girl that anyone would be lucky to have, which meant that people would want her. But one thing was shone clearer in my head now than ever. She loved me, and fucking hell I loved her. I can't believe that's all it took to open my eyes, but now I was sure. I would do anything for her. I was ready to fight with and for her.
I couldn't really believe that I even visited the thought of throwing all this away.
When I reached the kitchen I found that mum had cleared away all the washing equipment from before and was hunched over her computer on the table. She smiled when I entered, and I couldn't hold back a smile myself. Oh god, had Emily cured bitchy Naomi?
"Hi love." she greets me warmly.
"Hi mum," I said back, and continued as a sudden idea began to form, "sorry to ask, but do you have any cash? I'll pay you back later."
"Sure, but actually I wanted to talk to you about something." she replies and beckons me to the chair beside her.
"Oh?" I ask before moving over.
"Wow!" is the first thing that comes out of Emily's mouth as she enters my room. Her eyes roaming around.
I had covered every surface with candles of different sizes and heights, had scattered rose petals on my bed and floor, had changed my sheets into my favorite ones and I had even sparked up some incense to make the experience complete. And slow songs were playing from where I had connected my iPad to the iPhone dock. In other words, I had gone all out, probably making a fool of my tough and rough self. But the gleeful look on Emilys face right now made it all worth it. It was incredibly mushy, but I knew Emily was a sucker for such romantic gestures. Since I had been a bit rash with her this morning when she told me she loved me, and probably made her go and mull over it a couple of hours before righting my wrong, I felt it needed to be done.
"Have you done all this?" She turns to me after a minute and closing the door behind her. I just stand fiddling with my hands and watching her nervously. I hadn't bothered dressing myself up, just took a shower and dressed myself in comfy clothes. I didn't really see us with clothes in the near future anyway. Saying 'I love you' did something to my libido, which is a miracle since I already thought it was maxing out around her.
I nod timidly at her, waiting for a vocal approval.
"Naomi Campbell," she says with humor to her voice, walking towards me, "I never thought you had it in you."
"Doubting my womanizing ways, are we Ems?" I play along, gently gripping her waist as she steps into my embrace.
"No, I know that part is very functioning." she draws out, stroking down my collarbone, "but this room takes my breath away."
"This?" I make a grimace at her, "Ah, no, just had some candles lying around." I lie, smirking.
"And rose petals and incense too? I know that brand, we sell it at the store." she smiles gently, touching the sensitive skin on my neck.
"Yeah well…" I say, suddenly getting embarrassed for trying so hard. "I fucked up again, didn't I? Had to make it up to you."
"Stop making things up to me, you haven't fucked anything up. I love that you're trying so hard, but I'm not going anywhere." she smiles, and she said the exact right words. I had felt that she was too good for me, too pure for someone like me. And I had tried with all my might to make her happy and comfortable. It wasn't exactly unnatural, because it was just an instinct for me to be overly nice with her. I had never wanted to get up from my comfortable position to fetch a insignificant little thing for someone, but for her … as I said, I'd do anything. And her dimply smile was worth more than all the awards combined.
"I can't help it." I defend myself, my hands drifting under her shirt. "I can't stop myself from doing these things for you. I love you." The words came tumbling out yet again.
"I know," she says with hoody eyes. "And now I'm gonna show you how much I appreciate you," she gives an open mouthed kiss to my neck "and how wonderful you are," a kiss under my jaw "and how much I love you too." she kisses me on my lips and starts to bunch up my sweatshirt.
We delicately undress each other to the lovely tunes of 'How long will I love you' by Ellie Goulding. And now I can definitely feel the love in every touch and caress from her, but also realize it's not different from before. This, I realize, has been there for a while. This feeling, I can't believe how it was before it.
It's quite romantic, actually, having this kind of sensual dance with her in a room dimmed with candles and a delicious smell. Maybe I'm not so much against this mush after all.
After she discarded all of our clothes (she was definitely the most aggressive of us) she guides me to the bed and gently lays me down while gripping under my thighs. I position myself on top of the pillows just in time before she crawls up and put her whole weight on me. I welcome the feeling and tenderly stroke up and down her back.
Her hot mouth moved down my neck and further down to my breasts. Her fingers brushed down my stomach as she sucked on my nipple. As my back started to arch, I thought that there was nowhere else I'd rather be. That I would fight to stay right here.
It was a thoroughly process with much teasing and nipping with both mouth and fingers before she reached where I desperately needed her. Every lick drove me wilder until she replaced her mouth with her fingers and moved back up to let me taste how aroused she made me. But she held back, never really gave me the release as she nuzzled my neck.
"Ems" I breathe out, feeling that if she's not giving in any time soon, I literally will explode or something similar. She comes out from where her head was buried to look at me with an expression that told me she was in control.
"Mmm?"
"Could you- I mean, I need you to-" I try breathlessly, rotating my hips uncontrollably. She understands fine what I'm initiating, but she leans closer with a firm smirk on her lips.
"Say it." she says, stalling her fingers somewhat.
"Urgh-" I scrunch my eyes shut "Please fuck me." I rush out, figuring that's the magic words.
"Wrong," she says, driving her fingers deep inside me, making me scream out in pleasure. "Say it."
"I-" I gasp as she bites my neck.
"Say it." she mumbles against my neck, finding her steady rhythm again.
"I love you." I breathe out just as I find that the building finally reached it climax, making me clutch her tightly as my hips rocked to their own beat.
When I come to myself again after the satisfaction I just had, I find Emily propped up on her elbows, eyeing me with a happy smile on her face. I try to smile back as I still breathe heavily. She's so beautiful like this. I have to reach out and brush her fringe out of her face.
"That was earth shattering amazing good sex." I say seriously when I catch my breath. She giggles and strokes my stomach tenderly. "But the next time I will probably strangle you."
"That's part of the fun, teasing you." she grins. "Because I know I'm the only one who can make you like that."
"And how exactly is 'like that'?" I mock scowl at her.
"A shuddering mess." she whispers into my ear. I gasp, both of her cheekiness and the shiver that ran down my spine.
"You little minx!" I screech and turn her so I'm on top of her. She feign to fight against me while laughing, but soon enough I have her hands clasped in mine over her head and are smirking triumphantly at her. She tries to lean up to kiss me, but I pull back just out of reach. She lays back down, a small pout on her lips. As I can't seem to help myself when she gives me that look, I free her hands and leans down to close the distance. Her hands roam freely over my back and I move down her body to satisfy and please her properly. I wonder if my kisses burns her like her touch burns me.
When I come down to her crotch I find that she's already incredibly dripping wet. It results in a moan from both of us when I run my tongue through her folds. She tastes marvelous and I lose myself in her sounds and the feel of her as she clutches my hair. The sounds she makes while making love is my favorites, non stop. But just as I'm about to pick up my pace I recognize the next song coming up and snicker a bit to myself. She'll get an experience she will never forget, I decide.
As he starts to sing, I make sure to mimic his voice by trying to make my own as dark and raspy. I smirk and start to sing with him, leaning slightly back to meet her eyes. They were tightly shut, but when she sense that I stopped what I was doing and is now singing 'When I'm sampling from your bosom, Sometimes I suffer from distractions like, Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks?' they open wide and she stares at me, mouth agape. I'm barely keeping up without bursting out laughing, because her look is priceless.
She looks at me like I'm crazy before snorting out loud and then chuckling a bit.
"Naomi! You're not fucking serious!" she shrieks, as two of my fingers starts to drive into her with a steady pace. Her hips roll with my movements, but she's laughing breathlessly as I keep singing.
"When I'm swimming in, When I'm swimming in your ocean, Floating aloft on creams, An scented lotions, I can get pretty side-tracked, I hope you'll understand" I sing as seductively as I can muster. She clasps a hand over her face and howls and moans at the same time.
"You're horrible," she says while giggling, "I can't believe you - oh, mmmm" she murmurs in the end as I sing into her wetness instead, my voice vibrating through her, heightening what she's feeling.
"When I kneel before your bounty, Sometimes I wonder if there could be really UFO's that come from other planets" I sing and the next chorus while she squirms and moans and laugh and say things like "I can't believe this," or "You're going to pay for this." I can't stop myself from laughing, when I come up for the last verse. I grip her hand and suck her fingers whilst my own are driving her into oblivion, curling at just the right places if I can measure by the way her face keep scrunching up. Luckily it had healed a bit after the great run in with Karen's nose.
"And when you let me taste your fingers, I take them like fruit and as I linger I Wonder if my seed will find purchase in your soil" I finish at she comes undone underneath me. And she's bursting of both that and laughter. She barely catches her breath before she starts to lightly hit my shoulders but at the same time holding me close. I grin at her as she shakes her head in disbelief.
"That was kinky, Campbell."
"You love it, Fitch."
She rolls her eyes as I collapse beside her. Instinctively she curls up beside me, her head on my chest.
"We'll make a new playlist together, and that song will not be on it." she says determinedly.
"No?" I pout, "Because I seriously thought it was a nice touch to it. You know, made you laugh and all." I say cheekily.
"No way, it was terrible," she snickers, poking me in the side making me squirm. "I veto it away from our list."
"What kind of playlist is this anyway? Some sort of shagging list? You know - My Humps, Whistle and Trumpets?" I joke.
"No!" she exclaims, before calming down a bit. "Well okay, some sort of shagging list, but we obviously won't call it that. And what's with all the instruments innuendos? I'm vetoing that out too."
"Ah, Ems, you're spoiling all the fun." I giggle, "I know a song that's going to be in." I say, before leaning over and scrolling through my library at the iPad.
"Which one?" Emily asks curiously from beside me, but also with a doubting look on her face. She know me too well when I'm in this mood.
She groans as Backstreet Boys' I want it that way seeps out of the speakers. I turn and sing the lyrics with devotion to her.
"Yeah - You are my fire, The one desire.. Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache, Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake .. Am I your fire, Your one desire? Yes I know it's too late But I want it that way … Don't wanna hear you say Ain't nothin' but a heartache"
I hold my hand over my heart and sing with great involvement, as she just try to wiggle away from me while giggling cutely. I turn her and look into her eyes while singing the lines, trying to look convincing and pitiful.
"I hate you." she taunts.
"You love me." I grin, messily kissing her cheek.
"I do." she says quietly, a small smile finding its way to the surface as she studied my face. I figured it was enough singing for now, and changed the music back to something normal. Bon Iver's Holocene filled the room.
We moved back to our previous positions, her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and kissed her hairline.
"I think I have loved you since the first time I saw you." she whispers, almost as if it was said to loudly or to brashly it would ruin the meaning behind the words. I feel something content filling me up, and have to close my eyes at how good she's making me feel. I remember back to the first time we met … and giggles when I recall.
"So that's why you crashed your bike."
"What? No! It was an accident!" she proclaims, burying her face in my skin. I laugh.
"So you're saying that on a straight fucking road, you accidentally swivelled your bike ninety degrees and crashes into the road fence! Then you really must suck at biking. A miracle you didn't hit me, really." I quip.
"Fine!" she call out, "I crashed because I saw you!" she lifts her head up and look at me with dark eyes, "happy now?"
"Very." I smile, and kiss the unhappy frown of her face. It helps, a little.
"I feel really stupid now." she admit.
"Don't. I probably would've done the same if I saw myself for the first time." I smirk. Her mouth snapped open. "I am irresistible after all."
"You're so fucking full of yourself." she snaps, turning away from me in the bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around herself. I laugh quietly until I realize that maybe she is embarrassed by admitting that.
"Hey," I coax, moving closer to her back, laying a testing hand on her hip, "Ems?"
No answer.
I lay down behind her, my face close to her hair.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, "what I really meant to say is that when I first saw you, you rendered me almost speechless. I couldn't keep my mind off you. Haven't really, since then."
She takes my hand from her hip with one of hers, and brings it around her. She kisses each of my fingers, as I've gotten proximately closer to her soft hair. I breathe her in, and her scent make all my tenseness go away. I know everything's alright.
We stay like that for a bit, me hugging her, and she touching my hand lovingly with her lips and fingers. Saying in everything possible without words that she loves me.
"Ems?" I whisper when I'm afraid she has fallen asleep.
"Mmm?" she murmurs, squeezing my hand.
"Come away with me."
"To where?"
"Barcelona."
"What?" she sits up suddenly and turns to me with a shocked face. "When?"
"The weekend. We're leaving friday morning." I say, looking at her beautiful form.
"Naomi!" she exclaim, "I'd love to go, but I don't think I have the money. And why does it sound like it's already taken care of?"
"Because it is." I answer calmly. Her mouth is agape again, just staring blankly at me.
"I can't let you pay for me, it's too much!"
"Relax, I'm not paying." I answer hastily.
"Then who is?" she scowls.
"Mmm.. My mum." I say quickly.
"What! I can't accept it! It's expensive!" she squeaks, looking at me with round big eyes.
"Yes, you can." I drag her to me by her hand. "It's her birthday present to me, or well, as of today. She had actually bought it for her and Kieran, but he needed to go to a workshop for his boat and couldn't go along. So she suggested that me and you take the trip instead, since my birthday is wednesday and everything."
She looks at me with attentive eyes, switching between my eyes. She licks her lips before continuing.
"But it's your birthday, she can't pay for me."
"She also said that she wanted to treat me because I've been less of a moody cow lately, and she said she wanted to treat you because you're the reason for it." I smile, knowing that it will win her over. A small smile grace her lips for a second, before she's back to serious.
"But work, I don't know if I can get off."
"We'll make it work." I assure her, kissing her lightly. "Now, are you coming with me? Our first weekend getaway?" I grin.
"Our first? How many will come?" she asks adorably, while grinning.
"Many many more." I say, touching her warm skin. On her upper back, her upper arms and down towards her tits.
"So we're going to Barcelona?" she whispers against my lips, somehow having ended up on top of me.
"Yep, Barcelona." I smirk. She squeals cutely and kisses me fast and embroiled while rocking her hips down into mine.
Hell yeah, I would buckle up and fight for this and her.
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To Barcelona we go! I've been there two times and love the city :)
Have a nice day/night, hope you liked this chapter. M xx