Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 33
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: "Because I'm a fucking model, that's why!" Naomi blurted out, yanking her chin away from the red head's grip. "And I've got bloody rehearsals on the forthcoming days and I can't show up there looking like this!" She scowled as she explained, her hands flailing in the air. "Besides, it's your sister's fault."
A/N: Apologies for a pretty long delay! I was meant to be updating yesterday but I watched t4 on the beach instead and how I wished I didn't. I want my four hours back! LOL Anyways, hope you really enjoy this once. *crosses fingers* Please leave a comment/ review if you have the time! Thanks so much! (tried finishing this till 6am so please bear with me)
It still was a mystery how they managed to end up sleeping on the couch.
It was Naomi who stirred on her sleep first, moving her head from side to side to shake the somewhat numbing feeling that was starting to build along her nape. Her hand instantaneously soared upwards, gently squeezing and rubbing down the length of the back of her neck, wincing a little when she felt the prickling sensation rush in as the numbness started to lift up, her nerves slowly coming back to life. The sudden surging feeling caused her other hand to jerk, its loose hold tightening at once around something she never knew she was holding close to her. It felt so soft and warm under her fingers, too warm for it to be a pillow that she had to bat her eyes open to find out what exactly it was. She slightly lifted her head, which was lying on the armrest, and gasped at the sight of a pool of red hair lying on her chest, Emily's cheek pressed against the space where her heart was laid beneath. Her eyes squinted a little, blinking a few times more than usual, to make sure that she just wasn't seeing things, a small smile pulling up on her lips when she realized that Emily was indeed there. She shifted on the couch, lifting her upper body ever so gently, so as to not startle Emily, propping up against her elbow as she thought about waking her or leaving her as she was. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in, her aching back was proof enough, but Emily seemed to be in such a deep slumber, looking so peaceful and so damn beautiful that she decided to drop it and just leave her laid like that. She shuffled a little more, her elbow now fully supporting her weight, and tried to stretch a tad bit to somehow relieve the mild soreness she was feeling along her back. As she tried to roll a little to her side, it dawned on her that something was wrapped around her waist, Emily's arms to be exact, her fingers pressed against the small space of her back. Emily's hold on her was so tight, as if she was clinging to Naomi for her dear life, that it made the blonde smile even wider, basking on the warm and fuzzy feeling settling on her stomach upon knowing. Her fingers began running mindlessly along Emily's hair, the bright strands brushing against her fingertips over and over. She inclined even closer, that the scent of Emily's hair started to fill her nose, its fragrance making her stomach twist and turn in such a weird way.
Nobody ever smelled this good to her before.
The scent was so inviting, so intoxicating, that she found herself edging forward already, planting a soft kiss on top of Emily's hair while she continuously stroked it with her nimble fingers. The contact though might have woken the red head up, as she suddenly began stirring from her sleep, much to Naomi's surprise, making the blonde revert quickly to her previous position, wincing a little when the back of her head hit against the armrest a little too strong. She half closed her eyes and pretended that she too was just waking up, Emily's warm smile greeting her when she batted them open. Her own blue orbs met Emily's sparkling ones and she smiled back instantaneously while staring at them in awe, pretty much thankful that the same glint she had seen before was still there, dancing in Emily's eyes, that very same glint that she knew was just for her. "Good morning." She murmured absentmindedly. She could see the red head's messy fringe hindering her chocolate brown eyes and she couldn't help but reach out and brush the fringe to the side, her pinky finger slowly tracing Emily's temple down to the corner of her jaw, like it was the most natural thing to do at that time.
It's probably the sweetest gesture she had ever done, and Emily's husky response of the same greeting just made her want to lean in even closer.
The surprise on the red head's face when she trailed her finger for the second time seemed to pull her out entirely from whatever daze or stupor she was into. She began to be well cognizant of how close she was to her, the proximity suddenly becoming a huge deal as she slowly got aware of it. She quickly jerked up to sit upright, disentangling her legs from Emily's in the process, the sudden motion causing the red head to roll over and end up falling on the floor, landing straight on her bum with a small squeal escaping from her lips.
"Naomi, what the fuck?" The red head cried out as she attempted to get back up to her feet, glaring at Naomi.
"I, uhm, I-I need to--" The blonde stuttered, her eyes falling everywhere except at Emily. She tipped her head up to somehow hide the flush that was starting to form on her cheeks. "I need to pee." She quickly stood up and scrambled on her steps, dashing upstairs as she left Emily flustered on the floor.
Naomi never appreciated mornings, just this once, though it didn't turn out exactly as how she wanted it to be.
***
"Just what are you doing?" Naomi murmured in a frustrated tone as she paced back and forth in her room, her hand running through her hair, pulling it from time to time as if it would knock some sense into her. She clearly had no idea about what had happened earlier, let alone, why it happened in the first place. It just occurred all of a sudden, just took place too fast, like she couldn't control herself whenever she's near Emily. "Fuck's sake." It was totally unexplainable, why she was doing things that she never actually thought of doing, as if they were done unconsciously, without her fully knowing it. Most of them were entirely involuntary, never crossing her mind even once. It was as if they all come out in nature, these things she do unexpectedly, that she would surprise even her own self.
"Naomi."
She jumped at the muffled sound of Emily's voice, nearly tripping on her steps. "What?" She managed to blurt out, catching herself just in time as her hand stretched out to lean against the side of the cabinet, stopping her from her impending fall.
"Breakfast is ready." The red head replied, knocking twice. "I'll see you downstairs yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah." Naomi answered, almost too quickly. "I'll be out in a bit." She resumed her pacing as soon as she heard Emily's footsteps getting fainter by the second, this time with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself, scolding actually for overreacting a bit on such a small thing.
Really, what could hurt being that close to Emily?
"Except you do stupid things you stupid twat." She shrieked out of nowhere, answering the question that was meant to remain in her head loudly. She lifted her hand and buried her face on her palms, scrunching it altogether frustratingly as she shook her head. Things might be getting ridiculously out of her hands, first, the unexplainable jealousy against Freddie and now this. "Jesus! Calm down Naomi!" She cried out, taking deep heavy breaths along with it, somehow convincing herself that she's got everything under control and no need for making a big deal out of things, because really, it wasn't something to be freaked out about. Well, except for the fact that she kissed the top of Emily's hair almost lovingly, almost.
And never in her entire life had she done something akin to that. Not even to her Mum, or worse, to Effy.
"Nai-nai, the toasts are getting cold!" She heard Emily shout, probably from down the staircase landing, the red head using her once despised nickname to address her, that bloody nickname that did all sorts of stuff in her stomach whenever Emily said it.
"Right, I'll be down in a minute." She shouted back and faced herself in the mirror, her forefinger raising and pointing towards her reflection. "Get a fucking grip." She mouthed, scowling later on once she realized what she was doing. She didn't even know what she was fretting on about. It wasn't like she snogged Emily or anything, and clearly, she was far from jumping on her, for crying out loud.
Finally mustering enough composure, she decided to step out of the comforts of her own room and ran downstairs, slipping straightaway in her usual seat. She found Emily already seated with an impatient scowl in her face, fingers drumming on the table.
"About bloody time." The red head rolled her eyes, reaching for one of the toasts on the plate. "I'm so hungry."
"Why didn't you eat without me then?" Naomi retorted, grabbing a toast for herself as well.
"Do you really have to ask?" Emily answered back, throwing the blonde an incredulous look, watching her respond with a mere shrug and a smirk. "Oh and next time you wanna pee, could you at least tell me and not just throw me on the bloody floor?" She added sardonically, nipping a piece of toast afterwards.
"I'm sorry about that." Naomi replied apologetically, biting her bottom lip. "I kind of, you know, panicked."
"Why? Because you wanna pee that bad?"
"Yeah. That bad." The blonde nodded with a sneer. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder who was more naïve between the two of them, not that she'd admit that at times she's pretty immature. Her eyes tore away from Emily, eventually falling on the vase full of lilies standing at the center of their dining table. "Is that from your garden or from last night?"
"From last night." Emily answered casually, her eyes glued on the toast she was spreading honey and marmite with. "They won't fit in the vase on my room. I can't think of anywhere else to put it, so I figured, why not in here." She grabbed another toast and topped it over, taking one big bite at once on her most favorite sandwich mishmash ever. "You don't like it?"
"Nah." Naomi shook her head gently. "I mean, I like it. I'm just not used to it, I guess."
"You better get used to things then." The red head replied cryptically, a smirk creeping up on her lips. "We've still got a month to go through."
"You make it sound like we're in bloody prison or something."
The red head snorted out loud, falling into a chuckle when she saw the blonde laughing a little as well. It's weird for Emily, really, that a somewhat new and transformed Naomi was sitting right in front of her, not the one she used to know. A new Naomi who seemed to be struggling to control her mood swings, trying to make some changes with herself with no particular reason, or at least that's what she thought. She couldn't really put a finger on it, on why Naomi decided to put some effort on changing just now, just when the contract was drawing into an end. She could've made the effort way before. But when Emily tried to put things together, adding one thing to the other, the confessions, the promises, the flowers, the kiss and this, it just kept on leading her into something she would choose not to believe, a conclusion she couldn't quite grasp because it just seemed so surreal.
Though it's the only thing she'd ever want to be the reason for everything.
"I'd get that."
It broke Emily from her musings, Naomi's voice and the door bell rings suddenly filling her ears. She nodded at the blonde in answer, turning her attention back to her breakfast, her eyes falling and staring at everywhere just to keep her mind off thinking things. She could hear Naomi's faint steps growing weaker, just indicating that the blonde was closing in on the front door. She let out a deep sigh and took a sip of her coffee, waiting patiently for Naomi to come back before she would deal with her toast.
***
Naomi reached out and twisted the door handle, curiously pulling the door open as she wondered who could possibly visit at this early hour of the morning, her mind ruling out the possible persons, of course arriving at one and only one individual, that she thought she should have saved the trouble of thinking at all because she'd end up with the same person anyway.
Freddie.
It wasn't him though, and it actually caught her by surprise, that she was standing here in the doorway with two unfamiliar people in front of her, one of them looking almost exactly like the girl she was having breakfast with. Almost, because she could still tell the difference between the two, surprisingly, considering she had never seen Emily's twin sister before.
"Hey, I'm looking for Emily. Is she in?" She heard Katie (as far as Naomi could remember, that was her name) say, instantaneously noting the huge distinction between their voices, immediately preferring Emily's no matter how biased it may sound, and the lisp that Katie had.
"You're Katie right?" She replied instead, her eyes squinting a little, tilting her head a tad bit as she surveyed Katie more. "Emily's twin?" She asked, like it wasn't the most obvious thing.
"Yeah." The red head nodded. "Yeah, I am."
"I see." Naomi answered and pressed her lips together, her eyes now flickering between Katie and the man she was with. "And I suppose you're Cook." She cocked her head, recognizing his presence as she watched him merely grin in answer. "Are those for Emily?" She couldn't help but ask, eyeing the bouquet of roses Cook was holding.
"Yeah." He answered smugly, twirling the bunch around. "Pretty innit?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes, much to the two new comers' surprise. "You don't really know your sister, do you?" She turned to Katie, throwing her an incredulous and accusing look.
"Excuse me?" Katie retorted, tensing up a tad bit. "I don't think I heard you right?"
"Emily's allergic to roses." Naomi replied acerbically.
"But she likes flowers yeah?" It was Cook.
"Yes she does, but not roses." The blonde tore her gaze from Katie to look at Cook. "She's not that typical, you know." She replied, her teeth baring when she sneered. "Why am I not surprised?" She blurted out exasperatedly as she leaned her shoulder against the threshold, her face looking extremely uninterested all of a sudden.
"Can't you just let us come in?" Katie spat back, the words barely escaping through her gnashing teeth.
"What for?" She replied in a sardonic tone, her eyebrow quirking when she threw them a 'don't mess with me' look, before turning her back from Katie and Cook completely, slamming the door shut behind her. She was about to step back to the kitchen when the door bell rang again, Emily's head now popping out of the kitchen threshold.
"Who is it Naomi?" Emily curiously asked.
"No one special Em." She replied casually with a shrug, masking her strained and annoyed voice with an uninterested tone. "I'll deal with this, just stay there yeah?" She turned around again upon seeing the red head return to her seat, her lips dangerously pressed in a tight line as she opened the door for the second time, rolling her eyes at the expected sight. "What now?" She scowled.
"Just let us in alright?" Katie retorted, taking a tentative step forwards, drawing closer to Naomi. "I don't even know what your problem is."
"No." She goaded firmly, stepping forward as well so that she was towering over Katie. "I won't."
"She's my sister and--"
"Really?" Naomi scoffed, breaking Katie off. "Because as far as I know, you ditched her during your birthday." She paused in preparation for her next retort. "And oh yeah, you sold her house without her knowing it!" She spat out while sneering at Katie. "So much for a twin sister huh?"
"Look, will you just move out of the way?" The red head shrieked out, her lips quivering. "I just wanna see my sister."
"You just don't know how to take no for an answer, do you?" Naomi watched as Katie shook her head and twisted around, a victorious smile pulling up on her lips, thinking that the older twin was backing out and retreating.
That's what she thought.
Her smile lasted only for a few seconds before Katie spun around, her fist connecting with the corner of Naomi's lips. She stumbled a tad bit backwards from the contact, almost falling on the floor on her bum if she wasn't fast enough to steady herself up. She winced a little, feeling a slight sting on the offended part, tasting a certain rusty flavor in it as well. She lifted her hand and wiped the blood with the pad of her thumb, her eyes still trained to a fuming Katie, her gaze flickering between a grinning and smug looking Cook, and the older twin from time to time. She braced herself when she saw Katie preparing to charge at her again, her hands ready to defend whenever Katie would pounce on her since she can't really hit her because she knew that she was pregnant. She cringed once the red head let out a scream as she marched angrily towards her, only to be surprised later on when another red head jumped in front of her, as if shielding her from Katie's wrath.
"Katie, what the fuck are you doing?" Emily shouted, her hands spreading wide to keep Naomi behind her. "What's going on?"
The older twin stopped dead on her tracks as Cook launched herself towards her, his hands latched carefully around her waist, eventually precluding her from hurting Emily as well. "It's that bitch--" She angrily spat out, squirming her way out of Cook's hold.
"Who are you calling bitch?" Emily retorted, turning around to check the damage her sister had managed to inflict at Naomi. "Fuck's sake Katie! What did you do?" She cried out loud, seeing the cut that had formed on the corner of the blonde's lips as she cupped Naomi's cheek with one of her hands.
"And you're defending her?" Katie spat out in disbelief. "It's her fucking fault! She won't let me see you."
"But it's not enough to just hit her like that!"
"She was asking for it Ems!" The older twin tried to reason out. "She knew what was coming to her!"
"Jesus!" Emily exclaimed, wiping the little pool of blood forming again, with the pad of her thumb. "I can't believe you did this Katie!" She growled, throwing her twin a heated glare.
"Oh, come on! We all know she deserved it! Besides, it's not like she's gonna die with such a tiny cut."
"I think you should go home Katie." Emily answered in a serious tone.
"What?" The older twin blurted out disbelievingly. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Just go Katie." She paused, turning around to nod at Cook. "We'll talk some other time. Not now, please."
Cook got the message and whispered something to Katie's ear, making her turn around and leave the house completely, whatever it was. Emily watched them as they go, her attention reverting back to Naomi when she saw the front door shut and heard the gate close. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, wiping the blood gushing out from the wound once more.
"Yeah." Naomi answered with a half-hearted nod. "Stings a bit, but I'm good."
Emily blew out a weary breath and reached out for the blonde's hand, leading her towards the couch. She turned and went to her desk, grabbing the medicine kit in one of the drawers before running back to the couch and dropping herself next to the blonde. She slid a couple of fingers under Naomi's chin and slowly turned her head towards her, opening the medicine kit afterwards as she started to treat the wound gently.
"Your sister hits pretty hard." Naomi spoke after a few beats, wincing a little when the painful sting surged in. "What's with you Fitch twins? You two are bloody strong for your size."
"My dad used to own a gym." Emily replied, dabbing the cotton on the wound lightly to wipe off the blood. "We practically grew up in it."
"Explains why."
"I'm sorry about Katie." The red head answered apologetically. "She's got such a bad temper."
"Like I can do anything about it can't I?" Naomi retorted. "I mean, the damage has been done. My lip's been--Ow! Take it easy Em."
"Sorry."
"That hurt." The blonde scowled as she winced from the sudden sting, pulling her head away from Emily's hold though the red head caught her chin again.
"Stay still." Emily hissed, her hold getting tighter. "Thanks by the way."
"For what?"
"Well, you know." The red head let out a shrug. "For the concern."
"It's nothing." Naomi replied casually.
"Really. Thank you."
They both fell silent while Emily continued dabbing the cotton over the wound, until she was sure that it had stopped bleeding.
"I think you should kiss it." Naomi spoke after a few beats, surprising the red head entirely. "The wound I mean."
"What?" Emily exclaimed in disbelief. "Kiss it? Naomi, are you serious?"
"It's going to heal faster." The blonde replied in a matter of fact tone. "That's how TLC works."
"And what exactly is TLC?"
"Tender loving care." Naomi blurted out, looking at Emily skeptically. "Don't tell me you don't know about that?"
"How does it even heal a wound?" The red head's eyes squinted, throwing Naomi an unconvinced look.
"Jesus!" Naomi cursed under her breath, rolling her eyes. "It's like what nurses do. As well as Mums and Nans."
"But that just works for kids." Emily protested.
"It works for everybody Em."
"I don't get it."
"Don't get what?"
"Why I should kiss it."
Naomi lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Because I want this bloody cut healed alright?"
"That's why I'm treating it yeah?" Emily retorted.
"But I told you, I need to heal it faster!"
"Christ Naomi!" The red head rolled her eyes. "It's gonna heal eventually. Give it a few days."
"It can't wait Emily."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a fucking model, that's why!" Naomi blurted out, yanking her chin away from the red head's grip. "And I've got bloody rehearsals on the forthcoming days and I can't show up there looking like this!" She scowled as she explained, her hands flailing in the air. "Besides, it's your sister's fault."
"Alright, fine." Emily slammed the medicine kit on the coffee table, flicking the small piece of cotton she used inside it. She shifted on the couch, so that she was facing Naomi entirely, frowning at her a little, because, really, TLC? She watched as the blonde shuffled on her seat as well, so that they were sat face to face, their noses merely an inch away from each other. "Don't move yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah." Naomi answered impatiently. "Just get on with it and let's get this over with."
Emily took a deep breath and swallowed hard, pushing back her frantic beating heart that seemed to lodge on her throat. She slowly leaned in, her body tentatively rocking towards Naomi, her breath caught up in her throat when she felt the blonde's hot breath hitting her cold skin. She aimed for the corner of Naomi's lips and closed her eyes, waiting for her own pair to land on the right place. She meant it to be a quick kiss, just a hasty peck, but it turned out to be a lingering kiss instead, pressing her lips a little bit too long than she had originally planned. When she felt like she had enough, although she knew she'd never have enough, she slowly pulled away, but felt a hand against the back of her neck. She opened her eyes and she was met by Naomi's blue ones, the usually ocean blue now dark with something akin to deep want and desire.
And it was the only sign Emily ever needed.
She plunged in once again, meeting Naomi's lips halfway, as it would seem that the blonde leaned in towards her as well. She was no longer kissing the wound, she was kissing Naomi's lips instead, and the best part was, Naomi was kissing back.
They were kissing slowly, languidly, much like how they kissed during that first time, in the middle of the street, under the moonlight. And it had the same effect on both of them like it had before. The world stopping, everything around them freezing, not caring about anything at all.
Only the two of them mattered. Her and Naomi.
"Nai-nai." She managed to mutter in between her kisses. "Your cut."
"Fuck the wound Em." The blonde answered instantaneously, claiming Emily's lips once again, again and again. "Fuck the wound."
The red head smiled in the kiss, wondering if this was what Naomi had wanted all along. She should've just asked and saved the effort of coming up with ridiculous excuses and explanations.
If this was what Naomi meant by TLC, she'd gladly do it every fucking day of her life.