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The small interaction with Effy had confused the blond even more than she had been in the first place. She had never been attracted to girls in her entire life. Sure, she could find another girl beautiful, could compliment her, but never had she felt the fire in her belly just by looking. That feeling was usually reserved for guys, but if she thought further about it… it had been a while since one of her flings had given her the feeling that the small red head had caused within her with just a glance. Naomi brought up her right hand to run her fingers through her peroxide blond locks. Frustration was evident in the action, but she kept her facial expression as blank as possible.
The effects of the drugs were still coursing through her veins, but instead of wanting to feel anything, touching everything, she only wanted to feel and touch one thing… one person, really… Emily. What was going on with her? What was it that this chocolate hued girl held over her? Sure, she had an extremely fit body, a sweet and innocent smile… the blond had to stop herself for probably the hundredth time. It just wasn't going to happen. Whatever 'IT' was… wasn't going to happen.
"I got to pet a horsie, Nao!" Panda exclaimed as she ran over to Effy and Naomi. "My mom would go rah rah if she saw me!"
It was a welcome distraction. Pandora was as innocent as they got, and her child-like attitude brightened up Naomi's spirits slightly. Crystal blues looked over to Effy who had a friendly smirk on her face; probably regarding what they had spoken about only moments ago. "Maybe you should take your head out of your arse and talk to her," the mysterious girl whispered to the blond before taking Panda's arm in her own and walking away. Effy did manage to look back over her shoulder to give Naomi a smirk and a wink, which left the tall blue eyed girl shaking her head. She had no problems going up and flirting shamelessly with guys, but it was a whole other ball game with a girl, at least, that's what she suspected.
After Katie had accepted her first place ribbon, the twins made their way back to the trailer. Jenna and Rob were there to hug the other twin and congratulate her on her win. Emily was leading Sir Paint around to stand near Thunder. She patted him and told him what a wonderful run he had made. The paint stallion seemed to snort a reply which caused a brief laugh to escape through her lips. The interaction between herself and the equine was relaxing, and kept her mind off the radiant blond that continued to pop into her head at regular intervals. After removing the saddle and replacing the bridle with Sir Paint's halter, she moved to stand next to her black stallion.
Her head fell forward onto the thick neck of the Friesian, and he could feel the emotions running through her. His head moved around to nudge her lovingly, which caused the red head to wrap her arms around his neck for comfort. She didn't know what was going on inside her head, and didn't understand why the beating in her chest was so wild and crazy. Emily needed to get ready, needed to get herself prepared and block out the exquisite blond from her mind, at least until after she performs.
Emily pulled away from Thunder, moving to his muzzle to place a soft kiss between his nostrils. "I need to go change, yeah? I'll be right back." She spoke softly to him. The younger twin opened the door to the mini tack room in the front of the trailer and got out her black and white riding suit and spit-shined black boots. "Dad, can you please saddle up Thunder for me, I'm running late." Rob simply nodded his head with a smile and went about tacking the stallion up as his daughter walked off with her clothes in hand to change.
The short red head slipped into a changing room of sorts and found a corner to face as she changed. Her nerves were shot, and she was struggling to go through her routine when all she could really think about was the body and lips of the stranger she saved earlier. Once she was dressed she neatly folded her other clothes and stood in front of the mirror to make sure everything was sitting right on her body. It was, it always did, but it didn't help to ease her nerves at all. Her free hand moved to straighten her outfit once last time before she headed back out to her family.
The announcer was saying over the loud speaker that the dressage competition would be starting in less than fifteen minutes. Naomi moved toward the arena, her hands were rubbing together nervously. She had no idea what dressage even was, so she didn't exactly know what to expect. Crystal blue eyes found a seat right in the middle of the very front row, and since she was by herself, she didn't have to worry about saving a seat for Pandora and Effy.
The blond's hands had moved away from one another and now she was softly rubbing them up and down her thighs as if she were trying to chase away the cold. She wasn't of course, but it made her look that way.
Once the competition started, Naomi was in awe of what dressage really was. She watched as the horse and rider pairs danced and flowed around the ring, but after the fourth or fifth pair, she was getting antsy to watch her Emily. She chuckled to herself… she just referred to the almost stranger as hers.
The announcer man interrupted her thoughts as he introduced the next rider, "Ladies and Gentlemen, you're in for a treat today. Up next we have the 3 time National Dressage Champions, Emily Fitch riding her Friesian Stallion, Thunder." Naomi's jaw dropped… 3 time national champion? Seriously? I mean, the girl looked fit, and she was sure she wouldn't have been in the competition if she wasn't good, but DAMN, she wasn't expecting that.
Crystal blue orbs watched as the gorgeous red head rode proudly out on a massively large black horse. The pair looked almost awkward, as if either Emily should have been bigger, or the horse should have been smaller. None-the-less, she watched intently.
The red head looked sophisticated and calm atop the great steed, but she was anything but. Sure, she was confident in her equine friend, and she knew she was a champion, but the fact that the blond haired beauty could be in the crowd was really throwing her off her game. She bowed her head toward the judges before moving Thunder to the center of the arena.
A soft instrumental song started to play, though the younger twin wasn't sure if it was in her head or actually playing out loud, either way, her fingers began to tap slightly against the reins. Her short muscular legs tightened against the stallion's sides and he started off in a proud walk. Thunder's head was held high and his movements were fluid, she pushed him into a trot, it was fluid and free moving at first until Emily leaned back slightly and the stallion slowed down in speed, but his legs continued to rise and fall in a piaffe, or suspended trot. They continued on with the piaffe for a few more steps before she leaned forward again and he began to move forward with the trot. Emily squeezed with her thighs and the trot became a slow canter. The pair moved in the canter around the ring before the horse looked to be skipping. They preformed one-tempis changes for six or seven steps before evening back out into a smooth canter.
The audience was cheering, but all the red head could hear was the music. That's how it always had to be. She was focused. Her back was straight, shoulders back and relaxed, and there were only slight movements from her hands and arms as well as her legs to tell Thunder what to do next. Emily pulled back slightly on both reins before pulling a little more with her right hand. The pair then preformed a perfect pirouette. Thunder's back legs stayed in the same place as he continued to canter in a circle. It was brilliant, fluid, and spot on.
The last part of the act would be the half-pass; she brought Thunder down the rail at a trot and moved around in a half circle. After two steps straight down the middle in a trot, the Friesian stallion started to trot sideways back toward the rail. Once they were at the rail, he changed directions and moved sideways back toward the middle. The crowd went wild. Emily slowed Thunder down to a walk and moved back to the middle of the arena before coming to a stop. She inclined her head to the judges, waiting until they acknowledged her before heading to the gate of the arena.
During the entire performance, Naomi couldn't remember ever watching something so beautiful in all her life. Not only was the girl brilliant, but the way she commanded the horse was fabulous. She felt something inside her, something she could only describe as intense pride, start to pour out. The blond was on her feet cheering with everyone else. It was clear to her that Emily and Thunder were favorites in this discipline of horse riding, and to be so young and to be a champion, was magnificent.
She started to walk toward the entrance/exit point of the arena, where she knew Emily was going to be, but she stopped before getting too close. Naomi watched as the Fitch family surrounded her as she dismounted, giving her hugs and praise. From afar she could see the red head's smile, which caused her own lips to curl up. She must have been staring too hard because a few moments later her crystal blue eyes locked on with the chocolate orbs… too bad they were connected with the wrong twin's. Naomi tried to look away, but it was too late, and way too late to try to back away slowly to pretend nothing had happened.
Katie was busy telling her twin how well she had done when she looked over her shoulder. She just about did a double take when she saw a lone blond girl staring at her sister. Her eyes were angry and if it was possible, her red hair would have been on fire. She strode toward the girl that had been touching Emily earlier, her hands in fists and a look on her face that would have made even a grown man cower in fear.
The blond didn't realize the severity of the situation until the bitchy twin was a few feet away from her, screaming at her, "Fuck off, you lezza!"
Crystal blue eyes just stared into the angry brown ones before she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "I didn't realize I needed an invitation to congratulate Emily for a great performance. I was just waiting my turn to do so, minding my own business."
Emily noticed the exchange between her twin and the blond and began to jog toward the two, not realizing she still had the reins to Thunder still in her hand. The stallion obediently trotted after her and stopped just when the red head did. She looked over into the blue eyes, which went from defiant while looking at Katie to something else… something she couldn't place when they met up with her chocolate browns, to fear as she looked over at the massively tall black stallion. "Katie, I think I got it, yeah?" Emily whispered to her sister, trying to push Thunder back a little after seeing Naomi's obvious discomfort.
"Fuck no, Ems. This bitch is trying to get at you, and I won't let that happen." Her angry brown hues had locked on with the soft matching ones belonging to her twin.
"Just go, Katie, please. I promise, I'll be fine." Her hand reached out to softly set on Katie's forearm, and with a huff the older twin walked off mumbling something incoherent. When the angry twin was far enough away Emily turned back to the blond with a sheepish smile on her face, "Sorry about that, she's a little protective of me."
"Ya think!?" was Naomi's quick reply as she took a step or two away from the large horse. She couldn't keep her eyes from flicking back and forth between the beautiful red head and the black stallion that seemed to be hovering over his rider.
Emily had never seen someone at one of the shows she went to who was actually scared of horses. Most people that came were horse lovers, so when the crystal blue eyed girl started backing away she reached out her hand to stop her. She forgot all about what had just transpired between her sister and the blond, which was evident by the subject change. "He won't hurt you, yeah?" She tried to pull Naomi closer by their connected hands, but the blond was reluctant.
"He's um… big." She chastised herself… what an intelligent thing to say, you loser.
The red head couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. She looped one arm through the reins and took a step forward. Thunder took a step forward too, just as she knew he would. "Think of him as a huge puppy dog, Naomi." She loved the feel and taste of that name on her lips, loved it a little too much. Thunder stretched out his neck toward the blond and Emily raised their hands up so that he would nuzzle them.
His muzzle was soft against Naomi's skin, but not nearly as soft as the red head's hand that was holding it up. The blond did manage a half-scared smile over to the short girl before she regrettably pulled her hand away. "Yeah Emsy, a massively huge dog!" The little nick-name slipped out accidentally. In all honesty, she had just been so nervous that she pronounced the girl's name wrong, but a smile formed on the red head's face, so she figured she wasn't in too hot of water for it.
"Perhaps you should come to the farm, I'm sure when I finish with you…" she stopped, the sentence died on her lips. Anything she was about to say was gone in an instant. Emily couldn't even remember what the ending of the sentence was going to be, but no matter what it was, it was going to sound wrong, all wrong.
Naomi's lips curled a little bit as the red head stopped in a rather bad part of the sentence. She figured it was going to be something about riding, but the door was left wide open and she couldn't let something like this pass. Her voice dipped a little lower into that of a whisper and she leaned her head toward Emily before a seductive tone slipped through her lips, "When you finish WHAT with me, exactly?"
A shiver ran through her entire body at the delectable sound of the blond's voice. The butterflies were back in full force and she opened her mouth a few times to try to reply, only to close it again when her vocal cords refused to work. She swallowed and turned toward Thunder, hoping to gain some composure, "Finish teaching you how to ride," Was the quiet, whispered reply.
"Oh." Naomi sounded a little deflated. Not that she expected the answer to be any different, but she had hoped it would have been.
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