Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 37
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: "And, as if on cue, adding to the wonders of the 'mother and daughter bond' mystery, Gina shook her head gently, seeing the panic register in Naomi's already baffled eyes. "I'm fairly sure Emily has no idea yet." She supplied matter-of-factly. "Though I'm rather very well certain that, that girl loves you."
A/N: Sorry for the long delay people. I had a hard time getting this one out. You'll know why as you read on, coz I don't wanna spoil anything. LOL I really hope you all like it. Thanks for the amazing comments! Please leave one if you could. ^^
Naomi fumbled with the tea cups she was carrying in her arms as she set them one by one on the kitchen table, patiently waiting for the kettle to boil, the cups religiously queued up in a straight line, as if the arrangement itself was of great importance or else it could bring about the next apocalypse once one of the cups got misaligned. She exhaled exasperatedly and dropped herself on one of the classy kitchen chairs, her arm instantly folding on top of the table as she rested her chin over it, her other hand starting to toy with one of the tea cups lazily, flicking it lightly from time to time for it to produce a sound, merely as a lame source of entertainment. Another weary breath loudly blown out and she turned the cup around this time, playing with the handle instead, her forefinger tracing the curvature indolently while she huffed out more loud, deep sighs along with it.
"Naomi." She jumped at the sound of her mother's voice, hissing "Jesus Christ." sharply under her breath in the process as her knee accidentally bumped against the corner of the table when she pushed back the chair in a haste, attempting to get up to her feet. The shrill scraping sound it made against the marbled floor pierced Gina's ears that her face quickly pulled up into a grimace. "No. Your mother."
"Ow." She winced in pain with shallow tears forming in her eyes, her nose scrunching up high while she frantically rubbed her offended knee with her warm palms to ease the painful throbbing in some way.
"The kettle's boiling." Gina walked past her and over the stove as she turned it off herself, spinning around right afterwards to face her daughter. "Would you like to tell me what that was all about?"
"What was what about?" The younger Campbell snapped back harsher than she had been meaning to, though it was merely because of her still aching knee bothering her, on which she continuously rubbed in the same soothing manner.
"Naomi." The older woman called out in a motherly tone, eyeing her daughter with a look that was torn between amusement and reproach. "Love, do me a favor."
"What?"
"Just drop the act, will you?"
"Act?" The younger blonde's eyebrow rose into an arch, shooting even higher as she watched her mother nod with enough conviction. "What act?" She suddenly stopped on tending her now almost throb-free knee, her fingers falling into a frantic fidget instead. "There's n-no act. It's all true! I really had a dream!"
"Is that so?" Gina drawled out with a flippant tease hinted in her tone, not missing the sudden fretting of her daughter. She paused for a few beats and made a quick turn to reach for the teaspoons by the draining board. "Hun, you do know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"I think we should concentrate on making great tea Mum." Naomi pointed towards the kettle's direction instead as she tried to sway the topic off onto a different direction, surreptitiously praying that her mother would just get the hint and drop the entire conversation off. "Emily loves your tea. Adores it actually." Though hearing the creaking of the cupboards and the fridge door, along with discontented sighs in it, instead of a straightforward response from her Mum pretty much confirmed her gut feeling that Gina wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy.
She wondered if it had always been a part of the 'mother thing', where mums just go all bloody quiet when their children gave a rather vague response to a question they knew very well that had a much deeper answer lying beneath it. And this abrupt quietness was bound to make daughters feel guilty, which would lead them into spilling things out in the end. "Really Mum, it's just-- I'm just tired, that's all." The splattering sound of the water coming from the tap, eventually hitting the metal sink, was the only reply she got. "Christ." She screwed her eyes shut and ran her palm along the smoothness of her face, scrunching it altogether before heaving a loud resigned sigh, puffing it all out to blow on her scattered fringe.
Why her mother was bloody good at this guilt trip thing, she'd never know.
"Mum." She softly called out, wavering.
Gina slowly spun around on her heels, with teaspoons, tea bags and a carton of milk in hand, placing them down on the table carefully. "Yes love?" She murmured with a small smile that seemed more of a triumphant smirk to Naomi.
The younger blonde hesitated for a few moments, catching her bottom lip in between her teeth while she fidgeted uncomfortably on her seat, her mind suddenly engaged in an internal battle, whether to actually tell the truth or just keep it to herself. But upon seeing the expectant yet comforting look in her mother's eyes, she just gave in instantly, because there was something oddly assuasive in them, something that was telling her to trust Gina, as if it was the best thing to do particularly at that moment. She swallowed hard to clear her throat, pushing back the remaining doubts she had in her chest. "How do you--"
"Go on." The older woman encouraged as she watched her daughter hold back for about a beat, placing a hand on top of hers and squeezing it tightly, in a loving manner, somehow reassuring Naomi that it was going to be fine, whatever it was.
"How do you exactly know if you're, you know," Naomi fell into a short pause, her shoulders hunching into a small shrug. "I mean, if you love somebody?" She carried on after another deep swallow, though sounding off key in some way, her eyes squinting a little bit merely out of shyness since she had never ever envisioned herself to be asking about these kinds of things one day. "Effy's asking." She blurted out quickly, like she was elucidating that it didn't have anything to do with her, when, if truth be told, everything was actually revolving around her. Call it saving face or whatever, but she badly needed it, some of her old self back to remind her one way or another that she was still in control of things, of herself more importantly. There were just too many changes happening, all of them occurring almost at the same time that she genuinely felt like she didn't know herself anymore, couldn't put a grasp on the whole thing.
A warm, knowing smile fell on Gina's lips. "I thought Effy loved Freddie?" She asked in a slightly amused tone, slipping in on the kitchen chair beside her daughter after having felt that this was going to be a rather long talk.
"Well, yeah." The younger blonde drawled out, wondering a little to herself how she managed not to flinch while her mother blatantly spilled out the remark, when normally, she probably would have. Though maybe, she already knew the exact reason why but was just too damn afraid to acknowledge it. "But, you know, she could always meet someone else."
"I take it Effy's confused then?"
"Yeah, kinda like that." She shrugged. "She can't figure things out."
Gina pressed her lips together as she watched her daughter play with her fingers, Naomi's eyes refusing to meet hers, as if Naomi was scared that she'd be able to see through them. It was by then had she confirmed that this wasn't about Effy at all, unlike her daughter had claimed it to be. "Maybe I should give her a call." She spoke only after a few beats, her tone suggestive and rather motherly, masking the amusement in it, because Naomi had always been like this, afraid of admitting things that she had to make up ridiculous and often funny excuses just to cover up for it. The 'dream' alibi was one perfect example.
"Jesus, Mum." Naomi hissed lowly, rolling her eyes in the process. "It's embarrassing enough as it is that we're talking about Effy's life without her knowing it." She twisted around, getting a better look at her mother and throwing a good-natured glare to vindicate her point. "We're like bloody gossipers or something."
A light chuckle broke forth Gina's throat, her head slightly shaking as she laughed. "Effy," Naomi didn't miss the different tone her mother had put on the name, like she was actually implying something. "Is still sorting her feelings out."
"Probably. Yes, I think."
"And she's asking you for signs that could help her."
"Mhm." The younger blonde pressed her lips in a thin line while nodding in the process, watching her Mum from under her lids.
"Well, tell her that there's really no exact sign for it."
Naomi's expression turned further more confused, her forehead furrowing into several layers of creases. "What do you mean there's no exact sign Mum?"
"It's different for everybody." Gina answered casually and leaned her elbow against the top of the table, her open palm catching her chin as she gently dropped it.
"But how did you figure out that you love Dad then?"
"Hmm, let me see." The older woman tilted her head slightly as she fell deep into her own thoughts, like she was traveling back in time while she recalled, her eyes squinting a tad bit. "I feel happy whenever I'm with him." She spoke after a few beats, with a fond smile shaping on her lips. "Like a different kind of happy. Something I've never felt with anybody else before."
"It's that simple?"
"For me, it was, or at least I made it to be. You know I hate complexities."
"What about the complications? I-- I mean the problems bound to come up?"
"Love, you don't think of them as problems. You take them as a challenge instead." Gina answered with a rather encouraging tone. "Something you and Emily will have to work out. Together." She uttered the last word with such weight and emphasis that Naomi could feel her stomach dropping on its very pit upon hearing it, the bile suddenly rising up, feeling like acid as it left a burning trail at the back of her throat.
Together.
The word rung loudly on her ears, like millions of buzzing bees, and it was making her head spin.
Naomi's whole form immediately turned stiff as she realized what her mother had said, her mouth instantaneously opening to voice out an objection. "Mum I told--"
"Naomi." The older woman interjected, cutting her off completely. "I maybe old but I'm not blind. Not stupid either." A light chuckle escaped from her lips as she watched Naomi's face turn extremely pale at once, even paler than she already was, almost stark white. "Besides, you may think that I don't know you at all, but I do."
Busted.
Naomi screwed her eyes shut and let her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, sliding them up to her forehead afterwards to have a finger or two run along the whole length of it in a comforting way. She could swear that her mother had this amazing power to read minds, like she's bloody psychic or something. Or maybe, maybe--
Maybe she was just that obvious.
She gasped in horror at her abrupt realization, her eyes looking up in an instant and immediately searching for Gina's own to seek some solace in them, some form of assurance that could tell her that she was wrong, that what she was thinking was rather impossible, however little the chances of it maybe.
And, as if on cue, adding to the wonders of the 'mother and daughter bond' mystery, Gina shook her head gently, seeing the panic register in Naomi's already baffled eyes. "I'm fairly sure Emily has no idea yet." She supplied matter-of-factly. "Though I'm rather very well certain that, that girl loves you."
"Really?" Naomi asked breathlessly, the word almost coming out as mere air.
"Yes." The older woman bobbed her head in firm agreement, smiling widely. "Do you know that every time you move, Emily moves too?"
The younger blonde shook her head slightly, eyeing Gina with a puzzled look. "I'm not sure I get what you mean Mum."
"Every time you move, like taking a step for instance, Emily would do the same. It's as if, subconsciously, she's feeling this need to be close to you as much as she can. Like magnets Naomi. You're pulling each other close."
"Mum, that's just ridiculous." Naomi brushed off with an added scoff, though her heart was already turning over in her chest at the new found information.
"Maybe." Gina shrugged. "But it's what I'm seeing."
"Please don't tell me I'm doing the same?"
"No." The older woman replied as she shook her head. "You're doing something rather different."
"Really?" Naomi blurted out in disbelief, her eyes growing wide with surprise. "What then?"
Gina unknotted her hands from being encircled around her daughter's shoulder, her fingers brushing Naomi's fringe away from her eyes. "Your eyes are the most expressive part of your body, love. Your body maybe doing a whole lot of things, but your eyes says otherwise."
"And?"
"And whenever you look at Emily, you're like a blind man seeing the beauty of the world for the first time." She smiled warmly as she watched the faint blush on her daughter's face heighten, the bright pink taint turning hastily into red. "You're so drawn to it that you can't bear to take your eyes off."
"I do--"
"Hey." Emily cried out from nowhere, catching both Gina and Naomi's attention, her voice nearly making them jump. "Can I disturb you guys for a minute?" She asked sheepishly, walking in on the kitchen with deliberate steps, her hands clasped together as she moved forwards.
"Sure dear." Gina answered cheerfully. "You need something?"
"I was just going to borrow Naomi's phone. Katie called and mine died while we were talking. I just need to call her back so she won't think that I hung up on her or something."
"Oh, alright." Naomi replied as she fished her mobile from her pocket, handing it to the red head afterwards. "Here."
Emily took the phone and offered a warm beam in return, murmuring a soft "Thank you Nai-Nai." first before spinning around on her heels to head back to the living room, leaving Gina and her daughter by themselves once more.
Naomi's eyes were trained at Emily's retreating form, her gaze averting only when the red head had gone completely out of her sight. She scowled upon turning to her mother, seeing the somewhat teasing expression on her face. "What?"
"That." Gina pointed out, with a tone so full of conviction. "That is what I am talking about."
"Oh please." Naomi rolled her eyes. "Mum, clearly you can see I'm not blind."
"It's a metaphor love, in case you don't know." The older woman replied with a light chuckle. "Besides, I don't think the problem is figuring things out."
"What's the problem then?"
"It's admitting them."
***
Naomi hesitatingly stepped inside the living room after having been practically thrown out of the kitchen by her ever loving mother, regardless of the loud protests she had made, not even when she enthusiastically volunteered on helping her make tea the second time around, given that the first ones had turned rather cold. Stopping by the doorway, she roamed her eyes around, scanning the whole room for Emily and eventually spotting her hovering by the line of paintings hung up on the wall, deeply engrossed on Naomi's own personal favorite artwork to be exact, the red head completely oblivious to her presence and lingering gaze. She folded her hands over her chest and propped her shoulders against the doorframe, leaning comfortably on it while she continued to watch Emily staring at the particular painting, with an incognizant warm smile in her lips as she recognized the expression of deep awe gracing Emily's face, Emily's lips twitching up into an impressed smile, like she had just seen the painting for the first time ever, when, in fact, she had seen it countless times already. "Mum's making another set of tea, first ones got cold." She couldn't help but call out, clearing her throat in the process to finally make her presence known. "You like it then?"
"Oh, alright." Emily answered without looking, her gaze fixed intently on the painting. "Yeah, I like it. It's amazingly beautiful." She muttered out in a hushed tone, quite resembling something akin to deep admiration. "She really looked like you." She lifted her forefinger and pointed at the little girl sitting by the piano, chancing a glance at Naomi as she spoke. "Your dad is seriously amazing."
The corner of Naomi's lips curled up into a bigger smile. "I take it Mum has already told you about that painting." She dislodged herself away from the doorframe and walked towards Emily, standing beside the red head to study the painting as well, even though she had probably memorized every single stroke it bore, having to look at it practically every day back when she still was living at her mother's house.
"She did." Emily's answering smile was so radiant that Naomi could feel herself melting under it, her heart clenching tight beneath her chest (in a rather good way), the sudden wobbling of her knees making it difficult for her to stay upright.
"Well, that's not a surprise." The blonde mouthed breathlessly with a contagious light chuckle coming out of her lips, on which Emily had effortlessly joined.
It was then when the laughter had died down that Naomi could feel the tension building up around them again, instantaneously filling the room with thick, stale air. She turned and met Emily's eyes, the questions lying beneath them she could almost read, questions that she was bound to face any moment, entirely inevitable.
"Naomi--"
"Can we not talk about it now?" It wasn't running away at all. She just wasn't ready to answer any of the questions Emily had in mind yet, not when she hadn't even figured out the answers to the questions she had formed on her own.
Emily, being herself as always, nodded in understanding, backing away for a few steps to give Naomi some room upon realizing how close they were stood together, like she was invading Naomi's personal space or something. "Yeah, sure." She murmured in that husky voice of hers, her tone wavering.
"Thanks." Naomi soundlessly mouthed as she pressed her lips together.
The red head offered a tight smile before turning around to sit back on the couch, her eyes spotting the grand black piano lying at the far corner of the room while she spun on her heels. She quickly stopped on her steps and stared at the piano with wide, surprised eyes, her gaze flickering fast between the painting she had been looking at a while ago and the musical instrument that had caught her attention just now. She hadn't noticed the piano there before, or maybe, she just wasn't paying that much attention. Nevertheless, it was there. She quickly spun around once again, looking at the blonde standing behind her. "Is that--"
"Yeah." Naomi nodded in confirmation, seeing the quizzical look on Emily's face.
"Oh wow." The red head gasped in what seemed to be like a mix of shock and excitement, scrambling onto her feet at once as she hurriedly walked to the grand piano, almost hurling herself towards it, her fingertips running along the keys ever so lightly as if they were going to break into pieces under her touch. "This is just so cool." She pressed one key gently and giggled at the sound it made, pressing the key next to it afterwards to see how different it sounded from the other, pressing another one again until she had pressed all the other keys while making weird and funny noises that sounded of amusement, discovery and astonishment.
"Haven't you seen a piano before?" Naomi cried out in disbelief as she continuously watched what the red head was doing.
"I had." Emily peered over her shoulder, fingers still running along the keys. "But, you know, I never got to play."
"You call that playing?" The blonde retorted with a scoff, eyeing Emily with an incredulous look.
"No." Emily answered back. "But at least it's something close to it."
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Not even close." She uncrossed her arms and dropped it to her sides as she walked towards the red head, stopping a few inches away behind her. "That's just random pressing you know. Like you're going trigger happy with the piano."
Emily poked her tongue out at the blonde. "Teach me then, if you're so great." She retorted as she dropped herself on the seat, goading Naomi in the process.
"I don't want to." Naomi shook her head vehemently. "It's a waste since you won't even learn. Remember the last time?" She added with a sneer, teeth bare and all.
"That was how to ride a bike." The red head answered back, her eyes squinting at Naomi. "And I wasn't interested in it."
"What's the difference?" The blonde exclaimed, her shoulders hunching high. "Point is, it is still teaching you. It'll take a miracle"
Emily stayed in silence for a few beats, staring at Naomi incredulously with a tad bit of antipathy dancing in her eyes, her lips quivering with utter annoyance. "You're just not capable of teaching me." She hissed sharply and stuck her tongue out once again before returning her attention back to the piano, pressing the keys heavily this time, merely to piss the blonde off with the unharmonious sounds starting to fill the room. "Admit it."
"What?" Naomi blurted out. "I could so teach you." She dropped herself by the piano seat as well, right beside Emily, her hands instantaneously reaching for the keys, fingers falling in their exact places in an instant. "You want to learn? Do this then." She spoke rather provocatively, chancing a look at the red head with her lips curled up into a smirk. She started pressing the keys, tentative at first, her once stiff fingers relaxing later on as she continued to play, fingers smoothly gliding along the keyboard until she was able to create a simple melody, which somehow sounded quite familiar to Emily's ears, and rather beautiful as much as the red head hated to admit it.
"You're meant to teach me the basics Nai-Nai." Emily interrupted with a scowl as she placed a hand over Naomi's, eventually stopping the blonde from pressing the keys.
"Basic." Naomi snorted out loud, her eyes rolling. "That's for babies."
"Alright then, have it your way." The red head withdrew her hand quickly and folded it along with the other above her chest, her head turning on the direction opposite Naomi's, pouting so much that her bottom lip was sticking out.
Naomi let out a small laugh at the sight before nudging Emily's shoulder with her own. "I was kidding Em."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
Emily snapped her head back and squinted her eyes. "Try me."
"Oooh, scary."
"Christ. You're unbelievable." The red head huffed out in quick breaths as she sprung up onto her feet at once, turning her back completely at the blonde to storm out of the room.
Naomi, on the other hand, was quick enough to catch Emily by her wrist before she could even get away that far, pulling the red head back to the piano seat straight away. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Outside." Emily replied sternly. "You don't want me in here anyway."
"What? No, it wasn't like that."
"Looks to me that it was."
"Em." Naomi called out in a wavering tone. "You know I was just kidding right?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"I was." She murmured, slipping two fingers beneath Emily's chin, returning the red head's gaze back to her when she turned her head away. "Look, I'll teach you okay? I mean, seriously this time."
"Never mind." Emily huffed out with a hard tone and an added scowl, refusing to give in even though Naomi's touch was already making her skin tingle.
"Em. I'm really sorry."
The red head tried to pull away, even wriggling her head in the process, but Naomi's grip on her was just that tight. She pressed her lips together and squared her shoulders, her arms folding above her chest.
"I'm sorry yeah?" Naomi smiled apologetically when she didn't receive any form of reply, planting a light kiss at the tip of Emily's nose afterwards, which, as she had hoped, brought a small smile to Emily's lips. "I can't resist being a twat sometimes."
"I think it's natural." Emily quipped and unfolded her arms, raising one to brush the fringe away from Naomi's eyes. "Play for me, will you?"
The blonde gently relinquished her hold on Emily's chin and dragged her hand back to the keyboard, her eyes softening at the sight of the red head's hopeful face that an incognizant warm smile fell on her lips. "Sure. What do you want?"
"Anything."
"Right then." Naomi turned her head and took a deep breath, her eyes glued to the piano keys, which, for some reason, seemed to be glistening under her gaze, while she thought of the perfect song to play. One particular song popped in her head and she smiled instantaneously, more to herself, upon thinking of it. Another glance at Emily and she started playing, pressing the keys with ease, as if she had never stopped playing the piano in years, when, if truth be told, she had.
"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case." She smiled as she felt Emily slowly inching closer to her, their shoulders almost touching. She loved this proximity, this closeness to Emily and she realized, as the red head drew near and her scent started swimming in her head, she'd never want to lose it. "I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love." She took a glimpse of Emily's reaction, almost falling off her seat when she saw the way the red head was looking at her, so full of adoration and awe, Emily's eyes sparkling with something deeply akin to--
Love.
"When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love." She could feel her heart turning over in her chest when she saw Emily's eyes soften, almost welling up and staring back at her ever so lovingly that a burning desire to kiss the tears away suddenly rushed through her, completely taking over.
"Like a blind man seeing the beauty of the world for the first time."
She found herself gazing back at Emily with the same exact emotions mirrored in her eyes, and she stopped playing altogether, her hands leaving the piano keys to let them touch something instead, something of far greater importance.
The need was so strong that it was nearly killing her.
As her hands recoiled away from the piano keys, it oddly felt like she was letting go of the past, like she was letting go of the blame she had forcefully placed on herself for almost half of her entire life. She suddenly dropped her defenses down, without any second thoughts, and stopped pushing people away. The walls she had built around her were crumbling into pieces before her, but she had never been glad to see them fall, if it meant that she was finally letting Emily in. Or maybe Emily had already managed to chip her way in, she was just looking at somewhere or somebody else that she had failed to notice it.
Their lips met in a slow, sweet kiss and as Naomi closed her eyes, she could see her father smiling at her, could even hear him saying "Finally." in his usual tone, something she used to vaguely remember, but could clearly hear at this very moment.
On the living room threshold, Gina quietly stood by, with her hands over her chest, a wide smile gracing her features before she turned around to leave Naomi and Emily on their own. "Finally."
***
"Thank you." Gina pulled Emily into a tight hug once the red head had bade her good bye, soon after her daughter had darted out of the front door, straight to her car.
"For what?" The red head asked curiously, her forehead crumpling.
"Everything." The older woman answered with a wide beam, her eyes tearing up a little as Emily had noticed.
The red head opened her mouth to ask further but Naomi broke her off by calling out her name. "Em come on, it's getting late."
Gina pulled away and nodded at Emily, leading her towards the doorway. "She's right. You better go."
"Okay then." The red head answered with a smile. "See you soon."
***
"I think tonight should be a movie night."
"Movie night?"
Emily tore her gaze away from the car window and faced the blonde seated by the driver's side. "Yeah, we should go watch a movie or two."
Naomi twisted around after she had brought the car to a complete stop, in accordance with the traffic light turning red before them, her brow quirking for about half a beat. "You mean, like, with popcorns and stuff?"
"Mhm." The red head nodded in confirmation, her head bobbing up and down a little too animatedly, with excitement, no doubt, and a matching huge grin.
"But I don't--"
"Please Nai-Nai?" She clasped her hands together, a loud thud echoing in the car at the contact, as she begged the blonde to agree, her eyes turning into an adorable squint out of pure pleading. "Pretty please?"
Naomi rolled her eyes as she shook her head, letting out an amused small chuckle in the process, her breath puffed out noisily as she returned her attention back to the road ahead. She lifted her feet and let her toes gently step on the gas pedal, because she could feel her nerves losing it just with the way Emily's looking at her at that particular moment, with wide, pleading eyes, twitching lips and a warm smile, and if she wasn't careful about it, she'd probably send her car flying down the road.
"Nai-Nai, come on."
"Alright, alright." She hissed sharply as she threw sideway glares to the red head. "Just stop bouncing on your seat yeah?"
A small squeal escaped from deep within Emily's throat as she threw her hands up in the air, shrieking "Yes." together with it, her seatbelt unbuckled afterwards so that she could rise from her seat, planting a soft kiss on Naomi's cheek without fair warning once the car had skidded into another stop. "Thank you." She smiled genuinely when Naomi turned her gaze to her, with surprise dancing in Naomi's eyes, Emily's head dipping in to rub their noses together. Once, and it turned twice, even thrice, until she just couldn't help but plant a kiss to Naomi's perfectly shaped nose.
The corner of Naomi's lips curled up into a rather pleased smile while she gazed at Emily's eyes, getting insanely lost in them eventually, like she had been transported to some place else, where reality didn't even exist, an alternate universe or something and it was just the two of them, her and Emily. She found herself slowly inching closer, aiming to capture Emily's lips, the strong urge to kiss her completely taking over her, that her hand had recoiled from the steering wheel just to brush her fingers along the smoothness of Emily's warm, blushing cheeks, her fingertips leaving ghostly touches but still made Emily's skin tingle nevertheless.
"Em." Naomi watched as Emily swallowed when she called her name, her eyes trained on Emily's throat as it moved, and back up to her pressed lips. "I want to, I want to--"
A loud, obnoxious honk suddenly erupted from behind them, waking them up from this dreamlike situation they had conjured out of nowhere, this, this-- whatever exactly it was that they were in. They both shuffled back to their seats quickly, their gazes avoiding each other, though they'd often catch one another's eyes by the reflections on the rear view mirror. And the same smile would fall on their lips, brought about by a huge mix of various unexplainable emotions, which would free the fluttering butterflies within their stomach.
Naomi had managed to develop a strong revulsion against BMW cars and a rather great liking for movie nights within such a short span of time.
***
"Butterfingers!" Emily exclaimed out of excitement, bouncing on her heels while she continuously unwrapped the small package she found sitting by their mail box, mainly addressed to her from her Los Angeles based Dad. She tossed the plastic of DVDs they had borrowed from the video store onto the coffee table as she dropped herself on the couch, her nimble fingers finally tearing the last piece of packaging tape away, squealing again when she had successfully yanked out one chocolate bar from the entire box.
"Eeeew, peanut butter." Naomi cried out from the doorway, tossing her keys to the table near the front door first before walking towards a now nibbling Emily. "Disgusting."
"What are you talking about?" Emily replied after swallowing the huge piece she had managed to bite off from the whole bar. "Butterfingers is, like, the most delicious chocolate bar ever."
"Right." The blonde drawled out with a snort, throwing the other girl a skeptical look. "You have a very odd taste in food."
"Odd?"
"Yep." Naomi answered, popping the 'p' in the end. "First, honey and marmite, and now, peanut butter."
"It's yummy." Emily stretched her hand out and offered the blonde a bite, rolling her eyes when she saw Naomi make a face. "You should try it."
"Think I'm gonna pass." The blonde replied while she shrugged out of her coat, tossing it on the couch afterwards.
"Popcorn and soda then?" The red head asked after a few beats, her words coming out muffled as she was still busily munching on her Butterfingers bar.
"Sounds good." A light chuckle broke forth Naomi's lips as she watched Emily happily springing up to her feet, skipping while she headed to the kitchen to prepare the snacks, like she'd been having a sugar rush already when she had managed to munch up only one bar.
Too much sweetness, Naomi thought, yet she wasn't entirely sure if she was actually referring to the chocolate bar at all.
***
Emily emerged from the kitchen with a huge bowl and two cans of soda in hand, her second bar of Butterfingers caught in between her teeth, a few strands of hair escaping from her messy bun and if it wasn't the most adorable thing Naomi had ever seen, The Oxford English Dictionary might have to change the entire definition of the word.
"So what are we watching?" She decided to ask, noticing that she had probably been ogling at Emily the whole time she was walking towards the living room.
"It's a surprise." Emily answered with a rather mysterious smirk gracing her lips. After placing the bowl of popcorn and the soda cans on top of the coffee table, she rummaged through the bunch of DVDs they had borrowed, smiling to herself the moment she had found the movie she was looking for. She turned around, bending before the DVD player to put the movie in, feeling the tip of her ears suddenly burn hot, like it had been thrown on a fit of flames, which was somewhat an uncanny sign of someone looking at her, no, not looking--
Staring.
She peered over her shoulder, almost at breakneck speed that it was a surprise her neck didn't snap, and bit her bottom lip when she caught Naomi indeed staring, with wide eyes, who, once she had realized, quickly averted her gaze to somewhere else, though the faint blush fast spreading across her cheeks pretty much gave her away. "Are you staring at my arse?" She bantered, smirking in the process.
Naomi snorted out a loud scoff, which sounded like feigned in some way, rolling her eyes as pretty much expected. "Like you have one."
"Oi!" Emily poked her tongue out at the blonde. "I caught you yeah?"
"Whatever."
The red head grabbed the remote as she headed back to the couch, still giggling, much to Naomi's annoyance, sitting next to the blonde with a good few inches away, even though she hated the distance, if truth be told. She held the remote, hit on play and leaned her back comfortably against the rest, preparing herself to catch the line which had led her into watching the movie in the first place. The opening credits rolled and everything had been good so far, as she was somehow worried that Naomi wouldn't like the movie, though the blonde seemed to be okay with it, until she heard her snort.
"Imagine me and you? What kind of movie is that?"
Emily rolled her eyes and ignored the remark, reaching forward for the bowlful of popcorn instead, munching on it as soon as she slumped back to her previous comfy position. She wedged the bowl in between them, so that they didn't have to pass it back and forth, which could be pretty tiring and somehow galling, and also, as a precaution because she could just feel the strong urge of kissing Naomi again, exactly like what she had felt in the car, and it was fucking embarrassing.
"What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?"
Emily's eyes widened as she heard the line she had been waiting for, shifting on her seat so that she was leaning towards the screen, eagerly expectant of whoever was going to answer the question, or rather, what the answer would be, because finally, she'd get to understand what Freddie had meant the last time they talked.
"I like this kid, she's genius." She heard Naomi speak from beside her, chuckling lightly as she pointed towards the screen.
"Yeah." Emily answered half heartedly, her thoughts focused on waiting for the damn answer to be delivered on screen.
"It never happens. If there's a thing that can't be stopped, it's not possible for there to be something else which can't be moved, and vice versa. They can't both exist. You see, it's a trick question is the answer."
"What?" She huffed out in a hushed tone, bringing her hand to run through her hair once she had heard the answer, because whatever it meant, it made things just more confusing to her, actually, it didn't made sense either.
"You alright?"
She flinched nervously at the sound of Naomi's voice, nodding in response as she offered a tight smile when she chanced a glance to the blonde. "Yeah." She muttered faintly. "I'm okay, why?"
A light shrug rolled out of Naomi's shoulders. "Nothing. You just seem to be very into the movie."
"It seems like a nice movie." She slumped back, her fingers digging on the bowl of popcorn instead, because the way Naomi was smiling playfully at her right now made her want to reach out and grab Naomi by the hem of her shirt, forget about the movie and do something else instead.
And she repeated in her head, fucking embarrassing.
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Somewhere through the movie, when the leads turned to each other and stroked each other's faces lovingly, they realized that they were actually sitting close together, the bowl of popcorn no longer wedged between them, but was stacked along the with the rest of the DVDs hired, the cans of soda and the box of Butterfingers on top of the coffee table. Suddenly becoming aware of the dangerous proximity, one had to scoot away because they were about a beat close into doing what exactly had happened on screen.
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"Tell me about the lily."
"You don't want to know about the lily."
"What's so special about the lily?" Naomi blurted out, halfway through the movie, reaching for her can of soda standing by the coffee table.
Emily hunched her shoulders into a shrug in reply. "It's really pretty."
"Lovely. Now tell me about the lily."
"The lily means--"
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Aside from that?" She raised the can to her lips and took a series of sips, eyes glued on tv and preventing herself to scoff, because she was finding the two leads funny in some way.
"The lily means, I dare you to love me."
She suddenly snorted out the long sip of soda she took, the liquid coming out of her nose and mouth like the way garden sprinklers spat out water, eventually splattering all over her whole top and leaving her shirt soaking wet in the end. "Fuck's sake."
"Nai-Nai, are you okay?" She felt Emily rush to her side with a box of tissue in hand, Emily's hands all over her in an instant, wiping here and there, along her face and neck, and she could feel the hairs of her back and nape standing, as soon as she took notice of it, goosebumps surging through the whole length of her skin in a matter of a few seconds.
"Yeah." Naomi managed to huff out in between her coughs. "Yeah, I'm good." She placed the soda can on the floor and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, suddenly becoming all too aware of how close Emily was to her now, just a mere breath away, their noses almost touching. "Em." She swallowed hard, watching Emily's eyes as they followed the movement of her throat, the usual brown ones blending into something darker, almost black.
"Nai?"
"You're, uhm--" She drawled out, her gaze flickering between Emily's slightly parted lips and expectant eyes. "You're squeezing my thigh." She blurted out in a rush, wincing not long after upon realizing how embarrassing, not to mention, wrong it may have sounded.
Emily's blush spread like wild fire across her cheeks in a matter of seconds, the red head settling back to her own seat, this time maintaining a recognizable distance away from Naomi as she could feel her resolve slowly slipping away by each second, the tiny little bit of self control she'd managed to hold on to the whole day crumbling into pieces.
And Naomi, sitting beside her while wearing only a fucking tank top and jeans wasn't helping one bit.
Her raging teenage boy hormones were suddenly rushing into a frenzy that she felt the need to grab one of the cushions and squeeze it tight in her arms, her fingers clutching the sides to at least busy them with something else to be able to stop her from reaching because she was so near to the edge, just a little push and she'd lose it altogether. One quick simple glance to Naomi, who was clutching a cushion as well, as she had noticed, and Emily found herself tugging on the hem of the cushion with her mouth, her teeth sinking deep into the cloth while she tried not to close her eyes, not even a blink, because, Jesus, her mind had instantaneously jumped onto the idea of the silky fabric resembling Naomi's smooth skin, and she had to dig her nails further into the cushion just to stop her head from thinking other things. Her attention, obviously, was no longer at the movie but was somewhere else instead, a private movie she had started playing on her head. She could feel Naomi's glances at her, sometimes lingering, boring into her sides, but made no attempt to dare and glance back, because what was left of her self control was just a mere, thin thread. She could feel the tension thickening, turning very much palpable, so thick that she could almost taste it, a mix of vanilla and cherries, the very same taste of Naomi's lips. "Shit." She cursed under her breath as she started to feel an intense throbbing down below her torso, in between her legs to be exact, and she knew right then and there, that she had to get away.
She had to leave before she could lose it and regret everything later on.
"I, uhm-- I think I'm going to bed." Emily murmured, almost breathlessly, her throat running dry.
"Oh, right." Naomi replied in a hushed, yet surprised tone. "Sleepy?"
"Yeah." The red head wondered where she had managed to find the strength to nod, to feign a yawn even.
"I'm going to bed too then."
"Okay." Emily quickly tossed the cushion and got up to her feet, grabbing the remote by the side table to turn the DVD player and tv off. As she spun around, her foot got caught with the other and she accidentally bumped against the blonde, nearly falling on the floor only if Naomi didn't manage to catch her.
How she wished that Naomi could've just let her fall though.
The blonde caught her just in time, with Naomi's arms sliding around her waist quickly, encircling tightly to stop her from her impending fall. "You really are sleepy." She heard Naomi chuckle, but couldn't bring herself to join in, because, fuck it, Naomi's tank top had a low fucking line and she could clearly see Naomi's fucking cleavage. Why she chose to wear something as such that day, she had no idea. Emily was pretty sure her cheeks were blushing terribly right now, her face probably as red as her hair. She dragged her eyes up after a few beats, finally getting a hold of herself, well, miraculously, what with Naomi's breasts right in front of her face, blushing even further if it was possible upon seeing the smirk that had brought Naomi's lips curled up to the side, because she had just been caught staring, no ogling.
"You liked them?"
She quickly averted her gaze and wriggled her way out of Naomi's grip, running for the stairs as soon as she had managed to disentangle herself away from the blonde. She knew Naomi was following her but she daren't look back. Just as she had reached the stair landing and was only a few strides left away from her room, Naomi caught her by the wrist and spun her around without any warning at all, the blonde's lips crashing against hers in no time. Her mind had shut down on its own once she felt Naomi's lips moving along with hers, the softness and sweetness of it making her stop thinking about right and wrong altogether, and all she could think of was to kiss Naomi back, with all the strength and all the best that she could muster. A small whimper resonated from deep within her throat as she felt Naomi's fingers sinking by her hips, gripping her tighter, pulling her closer. She glided her arms up, tracing a burning path along Naomi's arms until she reached Naomi's shoulders, holding on it firmly because she could feel her knees weakening, wobbling terribly, as if all the strength from her body was slowly swirling down into the drain, not that she cared.
How they had found their way past the door and straight inside the bedroom without breaking the kiss, Emily had no idea.
As her back gently hit the bed with a soft thud, Naomi's arms guiding her to it, she felt the kiss turn slow and passionate, marked with intense emotions they both were feeling, of need, of want, of desire. Her hands mindlessly knotted around Naomi's neck, her fingers entangling themselves amongst the mass of soft blonde hair. She could feel Naomi's fingers running along her sides, tracing her curves all too lovingly, bringing about a sudden shudder which traveled straightly down to her spine. She tried to voice out a protest when Naomi left her lips, which ended up as a bunch of rubbish words strewn together because Naomi had started to shower kisses along the line of her jaw, the noise of her objection turning into something of approval later on, getting much louder when Naomi had started to nibble on her earlobe and trace kisses down to her neck, sucking on her pulse point that she was pretty sure would leave a purple bruise in there. And she couldn't help the smile that broke forth her lips because she felt like Naomi was branding her in some way, like she was Naomi's, really hers.
Naomi tugged on the hem of Emily's shirt and pulled it over her head in one quick sweep, her usually ocean clear blue eyes turning into something darker at the sight of Emily's almost nakedness. With a flick of her fingers, she unhooked Emily's bra at once, letting it fall on its own and slide along Emily's shoulders, her gaze following it while her tongue darted out and licked her drying lips. She pulled back slightly once the bra had been completely gotten rid of, her eyes taking all the beauty in before her, a small smile gracing her features when Emily made an effort to cover her breasts, Emily's cheeks blushing awfully. "Don't." She managed to whisper, her voice raspy and low, and the sound fell deep into Emily's stomach and in between her thighs, unsettling her completely. She gently yanked them away, stooping once again to capture Emily's lips into another feverish kiss. "You're beautiful."
She slowly slid down and sucked on Emily's pulse point again before letting her nose trace an invisible straight line, from there down to the valley of Emily's breasts, the pad of her thumb running along Emily's hardened bud over and over as she planted wet kisses on the trail she had managed to trace. She squeezed Emily's nipple gently in between her fingers and smiled when the red head's body arched under her touch.
She loved how she could have this certain effect on Emily, loved how Emily would writhe and squirm restlessly under her touch.
"Oh God." Emily huffed out when Naomi's wet lips took place of her fingers, kissing her nipple first before taking it in inside Naomi's mouth, her hot breath and skillful tongue incessantly swirling around the bud pushing her to the edge, driving her to insanity. "N-Naomi." She gasped and tipped her head up when the blonde shifted from one breast to the other, doing the same exact sweet torture she did, but this time, with Naomi's hand slowly sliding down past along her taut stomach and to her skirt covered thighs, nails lightly grazing against her already feverish skin. She could feel Naomi's hand under her skirt, tracing lazy patterns on the inside of her thigh that she couldn't help the low moan that escaped from her throat. She tried to form a coherent thought to blurt out amidst all this, because some part of her mind were formulating questions to ask, her efforts washed away in an instant as she felt Naomi's lips back on hers again.
She could feel Naomi's fingers toying with the waistband of her knickers, fingers slightly brushing against her still covered center and it was driving her mad already, leaving her craving for more. "Nai--"
"Say it." Naomi interjected, the feel of her lips against Emily's skin everywhere. She thumbed the waistband and slid her hand quickly, her fingers slip-sliding up and down along the wet slit erratically that it wasn't doing anything else but merely teasing the red head.
"Christ." Emily cried out, though breathlessly, like her lungs had suddenly run out of air just because of what Naomi was doing to her. "Fuck." She bit her bottom lip, her teeth falling on the same dents she had managed to mark her lip with earlier, though this time harder that she could almost taste the rusty flavor of blood.
Naomi shifted on the bed, so that she was propped on her elbows comfortably, her hand still inside Emily's knickers while she continued to nibble, suck, and lap along the whole length of Emily's neck, her earlobes, her jaw, just everywhere. "Say it." She whispered after blowing on Emily's ear, loving the sound the red head made once the hot air made contact with her already tingling skin.
"I-- Jesus." Emily's grip on Naomi's shoulders tightened when a digit entered her without any warning, her hips jerking up quickly, desperate for more contact.
"Say it Em." A low guttural moan escaped from her throat as she rubbed her thumb against Emily's clit, stroking gently, teasingly.
"I want you."
Naomi pulled out her hand and hovered over Emily, planting a kiss first on Emily's chest, where her heart was lying beneath, her own heart swelling ten folds when she felt it beating against her lips, fast and frantic. She began her descent down and thumbed Emily's knickers to finally get rid of it, her lips instantaneously trailing wet kisses on the inside of Emily's thigh as she parted her legs.
"Oh, Jesus." Emily's fingers found Naomi's hair and entangled themselves along the strands, her breath hitching as Naomi began doing wonders with her tongue, her fingers and her mouth.
"Keep your eyes open."
Emily tried to do so, but her lids felt so heavy that she just couldn't lift them up, like there were heavy anchors attached to each of it. "Nai-Nai." She tipped her head up and felt herself getting close, each and every nerve inside her body tingling with a thousand sensations running through her veins, pulsating wildly. She felt like she was being pulled into a hundred different directions all at once as Naomi's phase increased, and she had no idea where to go, where to focus. "Oh, oh." Naomi's fingers curled up inside her, hitting the perfect angle over and over that it pushed her over the edge, her hips bucking up as her orgasm hit her hard, shuddering along with it. "Naomi."
When Emily sighed her name, she felt like imploding at once, her heart swelling to its fullest degree, because her name had never sounded as beautiful as the way Emily said it.
Emily nearly voiced it out when Naomi kissed her again, moaning hungrily as she tasted herself in Naomi's lips. Nearly said three words that may or may not ruin the moment. She didn't say it though, but just rolled them over so that she was on top, dipped her head in and started to deepen the kiss, because she was fairly sure, Naomi would know anyway.
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It was my first time to write smut, (I don't even know if that's enough to be called smut lol) so please be nice. Haha.