Chapter 17

Emily tapped her pencil against her notebook; she was trying to concentrate on her notes, but she kept glancing up at Naomi. The blonde's brows were furrowed as she stared at the open textbook in front of her. Naomi was mouthing along to the words she was reading and Emily's eyes were fixated on her lips; she wanted to lean over and kiss her, but they were studying and she was trying to not be distracted. It was difficult, though, when Naomi was looking the way she was.

"Am I going to have to kick you out?" Naomi asked as she still looked at the book

"No," Emily replied.

"We have our exam in two days," Naomi pointed out.

Emily smiled. "I know."

It was her first finals week and it was a lot more stressful than she thought it would be; she had presentations, papers, or exams nearly every day of the week. Studying together with Naomi seemed like a good idea in theory, but in reality, she was proving to be more of a distraction than she'd thought.

"Emily!" Naomi said, sounding annoyed, but Emily could see the small smile trying to spread across her face.

"I think we need a study break," Emily said, setting her notes on top of Naomi's book, and setting them both aside.

"I think you need to quit being a distraction," Naomi retorted, trying to reach for her book.

Emily grabbed her hand and leaned forward, bringing their lips together. Naomi didn't respond at first, but after a few seconds, her lips started moving, kissing Emily back. She heard Naomi drop the book on the floor, and a moment later, the blonde's arms were on her waist and her tongue was running along Emily's bottom lip. Emily threw her arms around Naomi's neck as she opened her mouth and their tongues tangled together.

Naomi moaned as she pulled away and Emily looked at her questioningly as she stood up. The blonde reached out, though, taking Emily's hand, and pulling her off the couch. She leaned in, capturing her lips again, and then pulled away and starting leading Emily toward the back room. As they walked into the room, Emily hoped Naomi's roommates were going to be out for a while because the last thing she wanted was for them to walk in.

She wondered if they were rushing this, but when did they ever do things right? They kissed before their first date, didn't even really like each other—or didn't know they did—when they had that first kiss, and even after admitting they liked each other and going several dates, Emily had no idea where they stood. Naomi was so secretive most of the time that it confused the hell out of Emily; she knew she was completely falling for the blonde, though, so she was just going to have to deal with the confusion.

When Naomi kissed her again, all thoughts flew out of Emily's mind. She wasn't going to worry about what was going to happen after or if they were making the right decision. She was just going to focus on the fact that she was her with Naomi right now, and not about how long things were going to last.

Emily broke the kiss and moved to Naomi's neck, nipping at her pulse point, before trailing the rest of the way down her neck. Naomi froze slightly and Emily pulled back to the look at the blonde. She was going to ask if something was wrong, but didn't have the chance before Naomi reached out and pulled Emily's sweater over her head. Emily fixed her hair, which had been a bit disheveled when the garment went over her head, and then Naomi fused their lips together again.

Emily's hands made their way under Naomi's t-shirt and landed on her smooth skin. She ran her nails along the heated flesh and grabbed them hem of the shirt, pulling it over Naomi's head, and leaving only a bra covering her chest. Emily locked eyes with Naomi for a moment and then looked down, watching as the blonde ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She leaned forward and gave Naomi a lingering kiss; she then pulled back and raised her arms, allowing Naomi to remove the tank top she was still wearing.

Naomi trailed her fingers from Emily's shoulder and down her chest, over the fabric of the bra. Emily bit her lip as the blonde's nails ran over her nipples; Naomi locked eyes with her and had a slight smirk on her face. Emily wanted more—needed more—and reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her own bra, and letting it fall from her shoulders. Naomi's eyes followed the garment before looking back up, landing on the newly exposed flesh.

For the first time, Naomi looked nervous. Emily reached her hand out, tucking a strand of hair behind the other girl's ear, and then gave Naomi a soft kiss. Naomi kissed her back the same way before escalating it; she nipped at Emily's bottom lip and then slid her tongue into the redhead's mouth. The blonde leaned forward, pushing Emily onto her back, and hovering over her. She kissed her lips first, and then kissed, licked, and nipped a trail down her body. She stopped at the band of Emily's skirt, but quickly removed it, sliding the clothing down her legs, and dropping it onto the floor. Emily gasped as Naomi made contact with her center, though her underwear.

She couldn't see Naomi, but she knew she was probably smirking; sure enough, when she came back up and started removing her underwear, she had a smirk on her face. Emily rolled her eyes at the blonde, but smiled nonetheless, and then watched as Naomi grabbed the top of her underwear and pulled them down her legs. A moment later, Naomi's tongue came into contact with her, and Emily half gasped, half moaned at the feeling. When Naomi's tongue found her throbbing clit, Emily let out a strangled cry. She continued focusing on the spot, sending Emily closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck," Emily said, gripping the edge of the bed when Naomi's tongue entered her.

It only took a few thrusts of the blonde's tongue before she did go over the edge and an orgasm rippled through her body. Naomi's tongue slowed, but didn't completely stop, and Emily shuddered at the sensation. Her breathing was ragged as Naomi finally pulled back, looking at her with those piercing eyes. For once, though, they didn't look cold, and Emily could see something else behind them.

"Say something," Naomi requested.

Instead of saying anything, Emily leaned forward, grabbed the back of Naomi's neck, and pulled her into a kiss.

When Emily opened her eyes, she was surprised to turn around and find Naomi looking at her. She didn't know why, but part of her thought the blonde would be gone when she woke up even though it was her room.

"Hey," Emily husked.

"Hi," Naomi replied.

Emily smiled. "That was fun."

Naomi shook her head, smiling, and laid down on her back. "That's one word for it."

"Oh?" Emily said. "What word would you use?"

Naomi glanced at her and then looked away. "My roommates will probably be back soon."

"Is that your way of telling me to leave?" Emily asked.

"Not exactly," Naomi replied.

"What are you doing over the break?" Emily asked, staring at the blonde.

Naomi shrugged. "Helping my mum move, I guess."

"She's moving?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, back to Bristol," Naomi said, rolling her eyes. "She met a man online and they've decided to get married. He's a teacher there. I guess I'm getting a stepfather, who, for the record, I've never met. If you didn't notice, though, my mum's a bit of a hippy; she thinks it's romantic that she's marrying a virtual stranger that could turn out to be some crazy pedo."

Emily laughed. "He's probably not that bad; what's his name?"

"Kieran," Naomi replied.

"Like I said, he's not that bad," Emily said.

"You've met him?" Naomi asked.

"He was one of my teachers at Roundview," Emily replied. "I actually think you'll like him."

Naomi hummed, but didn't say anything; Emily watched her, biting her lip.

"Does this mean I'll see you over the break?" Emily asked. "Since we'll be in the same city and all."

"Maybe," Naomi said with a shrug.

Emily sighed and climbed out of bed. "I'll go."

"You don't have to," Naomi replied.

"Yeah, I do," Emily said, grabbing her underwear, and putting it on. "Katie and Eff wanted to do something tonight, so I really should be going.

It was a complete lie, but she didn't like having the feeling that Naomi didn't want her around, so she wanted to get out of there. She looked around for her skirt and finally found it under the bed. She then grabbed her shirt, which was hanging from the bedpost, and pulled it on.

"You sure?" Naomi asked, watching her.

Emily nodded. "I'll see you."

"See you Monday," Naomi said, grabbing her arm, and pulling her in for a quick kiss.

Emily grabbed her sweater from the floor and draped it over her arm. Without looking back at Naomi, she went into the hall, and walked into the living room. She threw her notebook into her bag, shouldering it, and grabbed her shoes from beside the couch. She walked out into the hallway, not bothering to put her shoes on, and walked down to her room. When she opened the door, Effy and Katie were both sitting on the couch, the former reading, while her sister watched something on the television.

"Where've you been?" Katie asked as soon as the door was closing.

"Nowhere," Emily replied. "Just studying with Naomi."

She glanced at Effy, who had a smirk firmly planted on her face. Emily rolled her eyes and wondered how the hell Effy knew everything. She would think she was just being paranoid, but she swore the girl was omniscient.

"How'd the studying go?" Effy asked.

"Good," Emily replied, feeling herself blushing.

"I'm glad the studying went well," Effy said.

Katie looked between them. "Did I miss something?"

"Usually," Effy replied.

"Fuck off, bitch," Katie said, pushing the brunette's shoulder.

"Don't make me separate you two," Emily joked, squeezing between them on the couch.

"Here," Katie said, handing her the remote control for the television. "I'm meeting someone in a few."

"A date?" Emily asked.

Katie scoffed. "Do I look like I'm going on a date?"

"No," Emily said, noticing the lack of leopard print and cleavage.

"It's just a study group," Katie informed.

Emily furrowed her brows. "A study group? Really?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" Katie snapped.

"No, just a little surprised," Emily said with a laugh.

Katie had never really been one to worry about her education or her grades, so the thought of Katie going to a study group was a little weird. The only other time Emily remembered that happening was when she was trying to impress some guy, but since she was dressed down, that was obviously not the case this time.

"I'll be at the library," Katie said, grabbing her bag.

"Have fun," Emily said, still amused.

"So the sex was good?" Effy asked, turning to Emily the moment Katie was out of the room.

Emily sighed. "How do you know these things?" Effy's eyebrow rose. "Right, I know you're supposedly all-seeing, but really—how?"

"I pay attention," Effy replied.

Emily leaned back, frowning. "I think it freaked Naomi out."

"Give her time," Effy said.

"I just don't understand her," Emily admitted.

"You scare her," Effy stated.

"How can I scare her?" Emily asked.

"Because you can hurt her," Effy answered.

Emily looked at Effy and nodded; she didn't fully understand what the brunette meant, but if Effy thought Naomi just needed some time, then she was probably right.

"Want to watch a movie?" Emily asked after a few minutes of silence.

Effy shrugged. "Sure."

"Any preference?" Emily asked.

"No," Effy replied.

Emily smiled at the fact that Effy didn't want to watch something that was going to make her forget her life. Maybe Effy realized that Naomi only needed time because that's what she needed. The two were definitely alike in a lot of ways, and Emily wondered if she would ever fully understand either of them.