Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 7

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.

Summary: More Naomily times :D

A/N: Unbeta'd, so mistakes are mine. Hope you all like this chap! ^^

Emily gripped Naomi's waist as the blonde pinned her against the wall, peppering her with kisses. Hot, sweet kisses that made the hairs on Emily's back stand. Goose bumps surged all over her body, her blood pulsating wildly in her veins. Naomi's lips brushed from the space behind Emily's ear, down to her chin and back up, Naomi's fingertips tracing the red head's shoulder and collarbone, torturing her, leaving a tingling and burning sensation in her trail. Suddenly, all Emily could see was Naomi, everything she could feel was Naomi's touch, the blonde's intoxicating scent filling her senses. She watched as Naomi slowly pulled away, her brown eyes meeting the pristine blue ones, drowning in them all at once, a certain glint of hunger mirrored in both their eyes. She took a sharp intake of breath as Naomi slowly bent her head down, bringing their lips close, almost brushing, almost meeting.

Almost.

Emily bolted right up, rising from the sleeping bag she was lying down at, her breath short and jagged. "Fuck's sake." She muttered, wiping the droplets of sweat that had formed in her forehead with her sleeve. "Damn fucking dream." She swallowed hard, feeling the urgent need of it as her throat had ran dry. She stood up and walked out of her room, hoping that a cold glass of water could wash away the burning sensation running throughout her whole body. Stupid, fucking poster's fault. She made a mental note to never stare at it again. Even a glimpse should never be allowed. She was almost half way down the stairs when she noticed that the lights on the kitchen were still on. She half expected that it was Naomi, although there was this tiny bit of worry in her, suspecting that it might be a burglar who would rob the fridge, of all places. (Food burglars, if there was such a thing, though Emily was pretty sure there was.) She quietly grabbed one of the vases, holding it tight in her hands, ready to pounce at once. She tiptoed her way to the kitchen, blowing out a breath of relief as soon as she recognized Naomi's familiar figure though the blonde's back was turned from her. She lowered the vase down but remained silent, trying to make out what Naomi was mumbling.

"Stupid. Fucking. Ugh."

"Naomi." She called out.

"Jesus!" Naomi jumped, quickly turning around. "Emily, what the fuck?" She blurted out, glaring at Emily.

The red head bit her lip. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"I-uhm, I came down to get a glass of water." Emily stuttered, bringing her head down as she tried to hide the blushing of her cheeks from the memory of the recent dream she had.

"You gonna drink from that vase then?" Naomi's brow shot up as she eyed the vase, her lips pulling up into a sarcastic smile.

Emily quickly hid the vase behind her. "Erm, no. I-I was going to clean this tomorrow. Thought I'd best put it here in the kitchen so I won't forget." She answered, fixing her eyes on her fidgeting toes.

"Right." Naomi answered with a skeptical look on her face. "Silly twat." She whispered.

"Bitch." The red head soundlessly mouthed before she lifted her gaze, noticing the shot glass on Naomi's hand. "You're drinking?"

"It's nothing." Naomi brushed off. She watched as Emily took another shot glass from the bar, pouring some vodka for herself.

"I'll join you then." The red head stated, walking beside Naomi as they both faced the glass window, the calm beach in view. They stayed silent for a while, watching the water hit the rocks on shore, until she decided to ask. "What was that you were mumbling about?"

"What was what about?"

"The one you were calling stupid." The red poured more vodka, for another shot.

Naomi paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "It's a movie I've seen." She lied, her eyes fixed on the waves the sea was making.

"What's it about?" Emily asked before downing the shot of vodka on her hand.

"Some girl who likes her best friend." Naomi muttered as she closed her eyes, her breath jagged, like every word spoken was a direct stab to her heart. "But her best friend likes some other person."

"Let me guess." The red head paused to drink her shot. "The girl wants to tell her best friend what she feels, but she can't."

Naomi's head quickly turned towards the girl beside her. "How do you know?"

Emily beamed at the blonde. "I'm a writer." She answered smugly. "So this girl, till the end, wasn't able to tell her feelings because she's scared. She's scared that her best friend would stay away from her. And since she couldn't live without her best friend, she chose to keep it instead, just so she wouldn't lose anything."

"Then what happens next?" Naomi asked, impressed on how Emily was able to narrate the story, her story. She gave the red head an urgent nudge when she didn't answer speak right away. "Oi! What's next?"

"Christ Naomi! Keep your knickers on!" Emily snorted, letting out an amused laugh. She downed her fourth shot, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "The girl then decided to leave for some time, because she couldn't cope with the heartache."

"She leaves?"

"Well she could just avoid her best friend, or she leaves because she couldn't take it." Emily shrugged. "She goes to this cruise to heal her heart."

"A cruise sounds nice." Naomi agreed, contemplating on the idea.

"But then, a huge storm comes up and it wrecks the ship!" Emily watched as Naomi's forehead creased, the blonde's nose scrunching from the sudden turn of the story. "The girl then wakes up in this island full of wild fruits and vegetables. As she roamed around, she will later on discover that this was no ordinary island. It was in fact, a treasure island!" The red head cried out, her eyes sparkling, deeply satisfied with the story she had come up.

"What the fuck?" Naomi pinched the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes tight for a brief moment. "I can't believe you're drunk already."

"Oi! I'm not." Emily disagreed. "Intoxicated, but clearly not drunk."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "I'm going to sleep." She placed the shot glass on top of the table. "Good night Emily." She said before making her way to the stairs, a small pleased smile shaping in her lips.

Emily was taken aback. It was the very first time the blonde had bade her good night. "Erm, yeah, good night." She called out as she watched Naomi walk. "I think she's the one who's drunk." The red head muttered with an incognizant smile pulling up.

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"Naomi!" Emily rushed out to the garden, her eyes spotting the blonde seated on the wooden chair swing, peacefully reading a book under the warm sun. "Naomi!" She called out again, startling the other girl.

"What?"

"Can I come?" The red head asked, her eyes excited. "Can I come please?"

"Come where?" Naomi asked back, her forehead folding into a crease.

Emily lifted her hand and waved the black invitation she found while cleaning the living room. "Please Naomi?" She looked at the blonde, hopeful that she'd let her come to this premiere party to be held later on that night.

Naomi pressed her lips in a tight line, pausing for a few moments. She stared at Emily with considering eyes. "No." She replied nonchalantly after, turning her attention back to the book she was reading.

"What?" Emily cried out. "Why not?"

"It's a pain." Naomi answered coldly, eyes still on the book.

"Come on Naomi!" Emily cried out. "I won't be a bother promise. I'll behave."

"Still no."

"There'd be people in there who could be interested in my novel!"

Emily gave the blonde a soft nudge when she didn't answer. "Take me along." She nudged again. "If this works, I'd be able to pay you back sooner!"

Naomi quickly tore her gaze from the book, snapping it shut. "What part of 'no, I don't want to' do you not understand?"

Emily pursed her lips and squinted her eyes, her nostrils flaring. She waited until Naomi had gone back to reading before she kicked the chair swing so hard that the blonde lost her balance and landed flat on the ground on her bum. She stuck her tongue out, her nose scrunching, before storming back into the house keeping the invitation with her.

"Emily! Come back here you-" The red head continued marching, ignoring Naomi's fit.

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Emily stayed almost the whole day in her room, waiting for Naomi to leave the house. After what she had done earlier in the garden, she was sure for certain that any encounter with the blonde would result into a massive fight and she might end up being strangled on her neck. She eyed the invitation lying over her bag and came up with a decision not long after. This could be the biggest opportunity she could ever have and she's not going to lose it. She stood up and peered through her door, her eyes checking Naomi's room. The lights were already out so she rushed to her window, relief washing over her as she saw Naomi's car speed off. Wasting no more moment, she quickly headed to the bathroom and took a shower, drying her hair and fixing it afterwards. She put on her favorite dress and applied her make-up, smiling on her reflection as she checked herself in the mirror. Pretty satisfied with the result, she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her purse and darted to the door, the invitation clutched tight in her hand.

Upon arriving at the party, she nervously handed the invitation to the checker, breathing a sigh of relief once she was allowed to come in. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes wandering everywhere as she marveled at the elegance of the party, stifling a squeal because she could not believe that she was really here, about to rub shoulders with all kinds of famous people.

Due to Emily's excitement taking over, she failed to notice a flash of peroxide blonde hair marching towards her direction, fuming and extremely annoyed that her words were once again ignored.