Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 35
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: "She was broken from her musings by the creaking sound of the front door being opened, never been that glad to be actually pulled out from them, because her thoughts were starting to spin around such a dangerous and likely inappropriate direction, her mind delving into scenes and images she shouldn't really be thinking about, let alone, imagining."
A/N: Next chap. I hope you all like it! *crosses fingers*
Naomi had never been keen on having unexpected visitors hovering around, and the sudden incessant ringing of the door bell just made her hate the idea more.
A low, miffed groan, more likely a gnarl, resonated from deep within Naomi's throat as she felt Emily slowly pull back, scowling altogether when the red head disentangled her entwined hands from being encircled around her neck, sliding it down to her shoulders to somehow stop her attempt of leaning in and re-capturing Emily's lips for another kiss. She reluctantly scooted a fair distance away from the red head, not too far and not too near either, merely putting enough space between them so as to reign some control over herself, because, Jesus, she seemed to be losing it if she was so near to Emily. Though she let her hands remain wound around Emily's waist, so there would still be some contact present, because she just couldn't stand it, from completely leaning away.
God knows why, but she just couldn't.
"Nai-Nai, somebody's at the door." The red head barely whispered, her eyes flickering between the front door and Naomi's face. "I'll get it." She added with a light chuckle when the blonde didn't answer, nor seemed to even bother that there was someone waiting by the front door. She found it rather amusing, the peeved expression on Naomi's face that is, the way her nose was scrunching up as she continued to scowl, like she's actually ready to pounce once somebody had emerged from the door.
"Wait." She was startled by Naomi's sudden protest, a small squeal escaping from her as she felt herself being pulled back down to the couch while she was nearly up to her feet.
"What?" She asked in confusion, throwing the blonde a quizzical look.
"You've got--" Naomi motioned with her hands as she pointed at Emily's smudge-filled lips. "Lipstick." She softly mumbled, beating the red head from wiping the smear with the pad of her thumb, gently stroking the skin until the stain had disappeared entirely. "There." She smiled in satisfaction, completely unaware of the hitched breaths Emily was heaving, as she was too busy catching her own, for they were leaning that close again, so close that Naomi could feel her lips tingling just by staring at Emily's already swollen ones.
A mere brush passing across the length of ruby red lips and Naomi felt herself losing it altogether.
She quickly dipped her head for the umpteenth time that morning, stopping midway in the process upon hearing the door bell ring again, the echoes filling the whole house. "Jesus Christ." She hissed sharply and shut her eyes in an annoyed manner as she pressed her lips together, somehow contemplating on the idea of having the door bell removed first thing in the coming afternoon.
"I-I better get that."
She batted her eyes open and answered Emily with an exasperated sigh and a half-hearted nod as she shuffled on the couch to be properly seated, with her back leaning against the couch rest, because really, like she had any other choice. With another resigned sigh, she darted her tongue out and licked her still tingling lips, remembering to wipe her own smudged lipstick with some tissue paper she had pulled out of the box standing on one of the side tables. She smacked her lips a tad bit noisily, a stupid grin shaping up on it afterwards, the huge smile growing ear to ear as she leaned her head at the rest as well. Heaving a deep contented breath, she chuffed out loud and puffed her cheeks while still smiling, savoring the euphoric feeling overwhelming her, pretty much brought by Emily's kisses. She knew she hadn't felt this good for the longest time, hadn't felt this lively where her blood was pulsating wildly in her veins. Every inch of her was buzzing and humming even if she was no longer under Emily's scorching touch, the feel of Emily's skin leaving a smoldering trail along hers. And it was just a mere touch, almost barely there, but it left her all burning inside, like her body was thrown into a fit of invisible flames, slowly consuming her entirely.
The tiniest of all touches, and it already sent her into an unexplainable frenzy. What if, what if--
She was broken from her musings by the creaking sound of the front door being opened, never been that glad to be actually pulled out from them, because her thoughts were starting to spin around such a dangerous and likely inappropriate direction, her mind delving into scenes and images she shouldn't really be thinking about, let alone, imagining.
Jesus, she felt like a fucking perv.
She shook her head in such a drastic manner that it had her feeling dizzy for a few beats, her eyes instantaneously flicking towards where Emily was standing once she'd finally regained her vision back, her forehead turning into a deep furrow quickly when the thick wooden door hindered her from seeing Emily's face. She craned her neck, lifting her upper body up from the comfortable position she was previously in, wondering what was taking Emily so long. As she was about to call out for her to ask, Katie's voice reverberated from the outside, sending Naomi up to her feet in no more than a second and hastily rushing to the younger twin's side without even having a second thought about it.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Emily?"
"What the hell Katie?" Emily spat back quizzically, eyeing the older twin with a confused look. "What's your problem now?"
"Ladies, I think we need to calm down." JJ butted in, placing a hand on top of Katie's shoulders as he tried to somehow restrain and keep hold of her. "Katie, we could talk about this inside."
"Talk about what?" It was Naomi, stepping in front of Emily, half shielding the younger twin from Katie's dagger-like glares.
JJ fumbled with the envelope he was holding, producing a thin sheet of paper from the inside and raising it shamefacedly, because it was primarily his fault that Katie had found out about the contract and got involved. He jumped nervously when Naomi grabbed the paper from him, his eyes trained on the side as he couldn't bear to look at the shocked expressions he knew would appear on Emily and Naomi's faces.
"Where did you get this JJ?" Naomi's thundering voice made JJ flinch tremendously that he failed to come up with a coherent answer at all, his mouth spilling out gibberish words and stuttering sounds. "I said where did you get this?" She repeated, this time more forcefully, sending JJ to cower with fear.
"So it's true then?" Katie interrupted harshly, the look on her face demanding for a straight answer.
Naomi chanced a glance to a still shocked and disbelieving Emily, deciding to speak for both of them as it would seem that Emily had no capability of doing so at that particular moment. "Get inside Katie." She replied in such a serious tone that it startled the older twin a little bit, her face faltering with surprise for a few seconds before the cattish expression was back up.
"Just answer me Naomi." Katie retorted as she folded her arms over her chest.
"Get inside." It was more of a command rather than a plea, and was said in such an imposing tone that Katie and JJ had no choice but to follow. She led them to the couch, nudging Emily softly in the process because she seemed to be rooted to where she was standing. With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed her by the elbow and motioned for her to walk when she didn't even budge. Emily could be so out of herself sometimes, with utter worry or God knows what, it was getting ridiculous.
"I can't believe this."Katie started once again as she settled on her seat, her hands soaring up and flailing in the air, which Naomi thought was simply for dramatic effect and overacting, hence earning a roll of the eyes. "How? How did that even happen? I can't believe you Emily. How can you do such a stupid thing?" She continued to blabber about that Naomi suddenly had this sudden urge to cover her ears just to block everything Katie was saying. "Are you that desperate?"
Something inside the younger twin snapped, her head whipping towards Katie's direction so quickly that it was a surprise it didn't break. A fierce scowl etched into her forehead, her eyes turning into a squint as she eyed Katie with an incredulous look. "What the fuck Katie?" She spat back harshly. "You can't call me things like that. For fuck's sake, you sold my fucking house without me knowing it!"
The words hit Katie like a blow to the gut, stopping her completely, and Naomi couldn't help but somehow be proud of Emily.
"You and your boyfriend sent me to Paris and made a complete fool out of me so don't you dare ask me how I could do this." The younger twin continued, already at the edge of her seat, like she was completely prepared of launching herself if ever Katie decided to bring the fight into another level. "Don't fucking ask me why Katie. I had to do everything I could think of just so I could have this house back."
Katie remained in silence for a few beats, as well as the rest of them, the extreme quietness just further thickening the tension lingering in the air ever since she and JJ had arrived. They were all holding their breaths in carefully, though as if one unanticipated exhale could spark the next World War.
"I-I think we can discuss this calmly, without the need of shouting at each other." JJ spoke hesitatingly, feeling the need to break the most awkward silence he had ever been into.
Katie knew she had overreacted but couldn't bring herself to admit it out loud, let alone apologize for it, for being so stupid and just so used to bossing Emily around. She was never good at apologizing, her words usually turning out as sarcastic rather than sincere. But Emily's words just hit her so hard that she couldn't help but feel very much guilty because she was so damn right about it, every word hurting like a physical punch thrown straight to her face. "Look Ems, I'm sorry alright." She screwed her eyes shut after murmuring "Shit." under her breath, her apology sounding like what she had been exactly expecting it, nowhere near sincere even though it probably was the most heartfelt sorry she had ever spoken. "I mean, I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what I should think of it. I never expected you to do things like this, to step into things like this." She slowly lifted her head and threw a glance towards the younger twin, exhaling wearily when she saw that Emily wasn't even looking. "I was just surprised because, you know, you were always the smarter one, the most rational one."
"And she's hormonal." JJ tried to back-up but was shushed by Naomi that he had to return his attention back on his fidgeting fingers.
"You left me no choice Katie." Emily answered so bitterly that it made the older twin feel guiltier if anymore possible.
"I know." Katie admitted with a slight bob of the head. "I know. I've done the worst thing a sister could do to her twin."
"Yes." Emily answered softly. "You did."
"And I'm such a bitch."
"Too right." Naomi couldn't help but answer, her fingers immediately running along the cut made by Katie's fist, though she somehow considered thanking it.
Katie rolled her eyes and threw an annoyed look towards the blonde's direction, though seeing the wound she had managed to mark made her tear her gaze away from Naomi guiltily. "I really owe you two a big apology." She mumbled ever so shyly, the words barely even making a sound.
Naomi turned to look at Emily, and seeing it from her eyes that she wasn't ready to forgive Katie yet, that she needed some more time, she decided to speak for her instead. "Katie, about the punching thing, just forget about it yeah?"
"But I--"
"I know you didn't mean it." The blonde broke off. "So it's forgiven."She paused, shuffling to sit a bit closer to Emily, their knees almost brushing. "But I think Emily needs--" A hand on her knee stopped her from speaking, and she could feel the hairs at the back of her neck stand all at once. She turned to look at Emily and a single nod coming from the red head somehow assured her that Emily could handle this herself.
"Katie." The younger twin started. "I know you're really sorry. But I need some time yeah?"
Katie answered with a brief nod. "But I'm really sorry."
"I know. I know you are."
They fall again in silence, with deep sighs and deep breaths being the only sounds audible, and it was JJ who broke it again. "So about the contract--"
"What about it?"Naomi could feel herself tensing up a bit and it was that gentle squeeze on her knee which made her lighten up instantaneously, her eyes focusing on Emily's hand that was still comfortably settled on top of her knee, and it was raising goose bumps all over her for the second time.
"It's--"
"What exactly would happen?" Katie interjected, cutting JJ off. "How will the terms work?"
"It's something that's just between me and Emily, Katie." Naomi answered ever so politely that she actually surprised everybody, even herself. Another squeeze on her knee and she was at a loss for words in an instant. She had to pause for a few seconds and gather her thoughts quickly, hoping that nobody noticed her sudden disruption. "I really can't give details about it." She actually meant to explain about in little details, but Emily's hand was just so distracting that she couldn't think of anything else aside from it, and of course, kissing Emily again.
"Are you going to remain true to your word?" Katie voiced out. "I mean, you really are going to give the house back?"
Naomi snorted out a snigger. "Of course. There's a written contract. I can't not abide by it."
The older twin heaved a sigh, more of relief. "I see."
"One thing though." The blonde moved her gaze from Katie towards JJ and back. "I need you two to keep schtum about it." She dragged her eyes back to JJ, stared at him with a serious glare, hoping that he'd get the message that she meant it, about the contract being a secret. "Nobody else can find out about the contract." She turned quickly to Katie. "Not even Cook."
"Especially him."Emily added acerbically, her words full of weight.
"If this gets out, it's the two of you who'd be responsible for it." The blonde warned fiercely. "I think you might have a faint idea of what I could do." She smirked smugly, though she meant every word.
JJ nodded nervously in answer whilst Katie remained perfectly still in her seat, worried about how she could actually keep something from Cook without slipping one bit. And if she did successfully keep it, the next question would be was, how long.
"I need the both of you to swear to us." Naomi watched as JJ lifted his right hand instantly, holding it in an oath taking position, and she couldn't help the smile that broke free from her lips at how he easily persuaded he could be. She knew JJ blabbed a lot, but she's trusting him more than she's actually trusting Katie.
"Katie." She heard Emily call out, training her eyes away from JJ and back to the older twin.
"What? Do I have to do what he does?" Katie retorted, biting her bottom lip afterwards upon realizing the sarcasm in her words.
"No Katie." Naomi answered with a roll of her eyes. "I just need you to look yeah? Is it that hard to do?"
"Sorry." The older twin shifted on her seat and uncrossed her legs so that she was sat facing Emily and Naomi completely.
"Just promise us that you two are keeping your lips sealed." The blonde continued, her eyes flickering between JJ and Katie.
"Yup." JJ answered with an animated nod of the head, perhaps too exceedingly because he could see Emily biting her lip to stifle a chuckle.
"I promise." Katie answered faintly.
"You don't seem so sure about it Katie." Naomi blurted out. "Having problems keeping your promise?"
"No, no." The older twin shook her head as she let out a nervous laugh. "Of course not."
"I swear Katie, if this gets out I'm--Jesus." The blonde blew out an exasperated breath and dropped her weight on the couch rest, her hand pinching the bridge of her nose hard. "I just need you to be sure about this yeah? Because it's gonna stir a massive talk and it's going to be nasty."
"God, it's not like I'm going to tell it to everybody I come across with." Katie couldn't help but snap back, because, really, the pressure Naomi was putting wasn't helping one bit. "It's JJ you should be worried about, not me."
"It's not you I'm actually worried about." Naomi answered in defense, brushing the older twin's remark off, because, in truth, it was no surprise. "It's you slipping up and accidentally telling Cook. And he'll go tell the whole world."
"Why do you hate him so much?"
"I don't hate him." The blonde clarified. "I just don't trust him."
"Cut him some slack Naomi. He's not a bastard." Katie retorted. "He's still got a heart."
"Right." Naomi snorted. "Selling your sister's house without her knowledge was a very noble act."
Katie was about to give another harsh retort when Emily broke the two of them off, giving another tight squeeze to Naomi's knee and throwing Katie an apprehensive look. "Nai-Nai." She softly mumbled to catch the blonde's attention. "Don't. Please?"
Naomi answered with a nod, indicating that she had understood. "Look, Katie." She shifted on her seat and leaned forwards, her hand unconsciously dropping on top of Emily's, covering it entirely. "I'm sorry. I went a little bit off."
"Yeah." The older twin answered. "I'm sorry too."
"I'm just worried alright?" Naomi continued. "It's really going to be nasty and I don't want that to happen."
"Who does?"
Naomi heaved a deep sigh and filled her cheeks, the air blowing out noisily as she puffed it all out. "I'm going to give you and Cook jobs. Just, just make sure that this doesn't get out."
Katie's eyes widened at Naomi's words. "Are you serious?"
"I am."
The older twin stayed quiet for a bit, the guilt within her growing. "Naomi, you don't have to."
"It'll give me some peace of mind. At least I'll know where you two are and the people you're mingling with."
"Naomi--"
"Think about it Katie." The blonde answered in such a dismissing tone that Katie had ceased to voice out the reply forming in her mouth.
"You're not going to have a problem with me Emily." JJ interjected with a comforting smile, making his almost forgotten presence known.
"Thank you JJ." Emily answered with a faint smile in return.
The silence enveloped around them again, though this time, not even JJ knew how to break it.
***
"Em." Naomi called out at dinner later on that day, hours after Katie and JJ had left.
"Yeah?" The red head tore her eyes away from her meal and slowly lifted her head to face Naomi, looking at her expectantly.
"I was just thinking." The blonde paused as she averted her gaze, watching Emily from under her lids. "Maybe we should make another contract."
"What?" Emily blurted out in confusion as she placed her fork down. "Make another one?"
"Yeah." Naomi bobbed her head animatedly. "What we have now isn't really clear, you know." She added. "We haven't really set well thought rules."
"But I don't like rules." The red head protested.
"It's not really rules, merely guidelines." A shrug rolled out of Naomi's shoulders. "Just so, you know, everything's clear."
"But--"
"Like for instance, the part where we void the contract when somebody finds out about it, Katie and JJ found it by themselves and it's not your fault right?"
Emily felt herself tensing up a little bit. "Yes, that's true."
"So this time maybe we could be clear about what we want and what our obligations should be." Naomi supplied convincingly, a small smile that she tried to hide pulling up in her lips when she saw Emily be caught in deep thought. "So what do you say Em?"
The red head pursed her lips to the side before nodding in agreement. "I guess you're right."
Naomi had to stifle the huge grin that was threatening to break loose from her lips, clearing her throat first before she replied. "We'll make a new one then. A more detailed one."
"Okay." Emily answered with a nod before picking up her fork and returning her attention back to her meal. "How are we gonna do it then?" She curiously asked after a few beats. "I mean, the new contract?"
"Good question." The blonde replied while scratching her chin with her free hand as she thought about what exactly they would do. "How about, we write everything that we want to happen, rules to be followed and stuff like those?" She added with a light shrug. "And then we discuss it over and find out if we both agree to those rules."
"That would work."
"Of course it would. It's my idea." Naomi cried out, her lips curling up into a smug smirk.
"Right." Emily rolled her eyes.
"Oi." The blonde tried to counter. "Why? Can you think of something else more brilliant than that?"
"Christ. I'm not even complaining."
***
Several pouts and a couple of arguments later, they found themselves back on the living room, Naomi sprawled all over the couch with a pen caught in between her lips and a couple of papers in hand, Emily seated by the desk in front of her computer, the ticking of the keyboard keys being the only sound audible in the whole room, aside from the occasional low grumbles and sighs, mostly coming from the blonde. She actually had no idea what to write, because Naomi herself rarely followed rules, let alone set them.
There was only one thing she wanted, out of all this blabber she had created about making a new contract, something she knew Emily would never agree with but she had no plans of it not being followed.
For the umpteenth time that night she had crossed out the scribbled sentences and crumpled the paper out of frustration, throwing it down to the carpeted floor along with the other discarded papers she had managed to throw earlier. She had tried everything she could to put what she wanted in a nice, clear sentence, but had always ended up crossing it out anyways. It was starting to get into her, really, because Emily seemed to be typing non-stop while she was left stuck at one fucking sentence she couldn't even write nicely about. She tried peeking at the red head's work but her reflection on the screen always gave her away that she had to give up completely, to stop Emily from throwing her disapproving looks.
It may have worked, but she still was as blank as hell.
With one last paper left in her hand, she jotted down what she exactly needed to happen, never mind what Emily would probably say, because this was what she wanted.
And what Naomi Campbell wants, Naomi Campbell gets.
She heard the printer go off just as she finished scribbling down the last letter and the period, an impish grin playing in her lips while she heaved herself up from the couch to sit properly. "Em, you done?"
"In a few." The red head answered without looking back as she was busy fumbling with the papers being spooled out of the printer. Her fingers continuously drummed on top of her desk as she patiently waited for the printing to finish, quickly spinning around and rushing to the couch once the last bit was printed. "Alright, I'm done."
"Read your side first." Naomi instructed, hiding her piece of paper away from Emily's prying eyes. "You'll find out about mine later so stop looking."
"I wasn't looking yeah?" The red head countered. "Here." She handed a pile of papers and watched as Naomi's forehead creased into an obviously annoyed crumple.
"Hey! Why so long?" Naomi blurted out as she flipped the pages in her hands. "There are like, ten bloody pages in here!"
"We have to be precise." Emily answered casually, producing her own copy in front of her. "I'll start." She held the paper and began to read. "First, in going out, we are to inform one another who are we going with and where we are going."
"Does that mean you'll tell me if you're going to go out with Freddie?" The blonde couldn't help but blurt out, cringing a tad bit upon realizing how utterly stupid she sounded. "Don't think about anything, I was just asking." She deliberately added, seeing the amused and smug smirk curling up in Emily's lips.
"You sound a bit too excited for somebody who's just asking."
"Jesus." Naomi mumbled. "Just go on yeah?"
Emily snorted a chuckle before deciding to continue. "Second, if one is to be late, we should tell the other about it immediately."
"That one's known already."
"Third then." The red head replied. "If Emily is busy and can't do the laundry, the dishes and the cleaning, Naomi will do it for her instead."
"What?" Naomi cried out, blinking a few more times more than usual, as if assuring herself that what she had read in her own copy was right.
"When either of us is busy, we have to help each other." Emily reasoned out.
A low grumble escaped from Naomi's throat. "Fine then."
"Fourth. At dinner, whatever is served, we will eat it and like it." Emily carried on. "Fifth--"
"Alright, alright, I get it." Naomi interrupted, cutting the red head off. "You don't have to read everything. I agree to it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Well, saves me some energy then." Emily answered with a smile, her shoulders hunching into a slight shrug as she placed down her own copy on top the coffee table. "Let's see yours then."
Naomi tossed her copy of Emily's contract before grabbing her own contract behind her. "I've only got one thing." She spoke, handing the paper to the red head.
"What is it then?"
"That the relationship lasts one year instead." The blonde answered in a matter of fact tone.
"One year?" Emily cried out, rubbing her eyes to somehow prove that she wasn't reading the wrong thing.
"I'm complying with your terms so at least comply with this one thing." Naomi reasoned out. She wasn't going to back on this one down. She'd make sure Emily would agree to it no matter what.
"But that doesn't make sense!"
Naomi shifted on the couch so that she was facing Emily completely. "Think about it. If we break up in three months, what would people think?"
"I don't know either." Emily violently shook her head. "But whatever they say, a year is just so bloody ridiculous!"
"You can say that. But what about my mum? What would she feel?" Naomi watched as Emily turned almost perfectly still, seemingly engulfed in her own thoughts. "She'll be so disappointed in us. She'd probably think I'm a playgirl or something." She added, stifling the triumphant smile threatening to escape from her lips, because by the looks of things, she was winning.
The thought stopped the red head from protesting, the retort she had been planning to spit out left bundled in her mouth instead. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tight, heaving a couple of deep, jagged sighs as she tried to think and weigh things.
Because Naomi had a point, as always, she had a fucking point.
She let her fingers run through the whole length of her forehead before letting out a resigned sigh. She knew that if she said yes to it, there'd be a huge risk of things getting more complicated than they already were, although there would be a good side to it of course, like Naomi's kisses for example.
And just merely thinking about it made her want to say yes in that instant.
She had managed to stop herself though, because this was one decision that could mean life or death to her. The longer she stayed, the harder she'd fall, maybe up to the point that she wouldn't be able to heave herself up anymore. She was confused enough already, and Naomi had to add Gina. She loved the older Campbell like a real mother, and she couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her or causing her any pain.
It would seem like she actually had no escape.
"Alright, fine." She murmured in defeat. "One year is it then." She sighed exasperatedly as she stood up and reached for the pen from her desk, completely unaware of the silent rejoices Naomi was soundlessly shouting.
***
She still couldn't believe it.
Naomi was holding the contract firmly before her as she stood in the middle of her room, eyeing it with deep exaltation and relief, stroking the thin sheet of paper like a precious little gem she had just managed to get her hands on, because, really, it was worth more than any diamonds or pearls in the world.
It was worth more than any other material thing she could think of, even her beloved car.
She hugged the contract and held it close to her heart before grinning stupidly again, her head bobbing over and over, like she was dancing into a certain beat even though there wasn't any music present in the room at all. It was then that she decided to plug her Ipod on the speaker and turned the volume up loud, her hands instantaneously shooting in the air as she danced to the beat, the contract still gripped tightly.
She never knew that things like this could actually put her in a certain high. Probably excessive euphoria, or the lingering taste of Emily's lips, but whatever it was, it had put her into a pedestal.
She turned around and faced the mirror, her body still moving along with the beat, her hands flailing almost everywhere now as she continuously danced, grinning at her reflection from time to time like a mad man. She was even singing along with the music now.
And it was all just because she got to spend nine more months with Emily.
She turned around with her eyes shut and shook her arse in time with the beat, stopping instantly when she batted them open, and the first thing she saw was Emily standing in her doorway with a look that was torn between keeping a straight face and laughing real hard. She quickly stood up and unplugged the speakers, her cheeks turning bright pink all at once as she blushed out of embarrassment.
Emily cleared her throat and scrunched her nose, stifling the incoming laughter she could feel bounding to escape from her. "What are you doing?"
"Don't you know how to knock?" Naomi spat back instead of answering.
"I knocked a couple of times actually." The red head replied casually. "My knuckles have turned red, see." She watched as the blonde rolled her eyes. "So what are you doing?"
"I'm exercising." Naomi answered in such a low tone that Emily almost failed to catch it.
"Exercising." The red head repeated. "At this time of the night, you're exercising."
"Exercising doesn't always have to be in the morning."
"You're exercising with the contract in your hand?" Emily continued, her brow arching up, completely amused by Naomi's obvious loss for words and excuses.
"It fell." The blonde answered defensively. "I just picked it up."
"Right."
"Look, what do you want?" Naomi asked with a scowl, her cheeks still tainted with a blush.
"I just came to say good night." The red head answered. "But apparently, you're not planning to sleep yet because you're still exercising." She added with a soft chuckle, quoting the last words with her fingers.
"I was exercising!"
"Alright, alright." Emily motioned her hands, as if giving up. "Fine, you're exercising." She smirked in amusement, because Naomi was so wound up. "Good night anyway." She muttered in a few beats, this time offering a sincere smile.
"Good night too." Naomi answered sheepishly, watching Emily under her lids, because, really, after being walked in on such a ridiculous situation, how could she look her straight in the eye?
"Sleep well." The red head added before turning around.
"You too." Naomi replied. "A-And sweet dreams!" She blurted out, her free hand soaring up to cover her mouth quickly, as soon as she realized what she had just said.
It stopped Emily on her tracks and Naomi watched her with a frantic heart beat, as she just stood there motionless for a few moments before spinning around and walking hastily towards the blonde. She halted just a few inches away, leaning on her toes afterwards to plant a soft kiss on Naomi's cheeks, which took the blonde by a complete surprise. "Thanks, you know, for earlier." She murmured sheepishly in that husky tone of hers that it made Naomi swallow hard. "Sweet dreams." She quickly left before the blonde could even respond, feeling the hotness spread fast across her cheeks.
That was one brave move there, and she was more than glad she did it.
It caught Naomi off guard, her reactions kicking in when the door had already been closed by Emily. She fell into a soft chuckle once it all sunk in to her. She dropped herself on the bed and flapped her limbs over and over before releasing another giggle, the stupid grin she was wearing earlier now plastered once again in her face.
Nine more months of this. Bring it on.