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The drive home was agony. Absolute agony. She was starting to push herself to feel numb so she wouldn't have to feel the confusion of everything coming down on her like a hail storm. The half open windows of her car blew any tears that tried to make their way down her cheeks, and it pushed her red locks back behind her shoulders. The bitingly cold air felt good against her heated skin, or maybe it was just nice to feel her body becoming physically numb to go along with her emotions.

Emily got home and didn't even bother going into the empty house. Her short legs brought her around the back of the house to the stables. She got into her routine of feeding the horses, measuring out the portions for each equine and bringing it to them in their stalls. The red head then checked the water levels and even managed to clean out a few of the buckets, only to refill them. It would have been nice if the work would have kept her mind busy, but it didn't. It didn't take much brain power to work around the stables, even if she did try to push everything away.

Once the chores were done, she moved to Thunder's stall. He looked both sorrowful and happy to see her all at once. The petite red head opened the stall door and the massive black stallion walked out and right over across the way to where Rain's stall was. It had been cleaned out, of course, but he looked so sad, as if the young filly would simply reappear. Emily moved to put her hand on his neck and her brown orbs stared into the empty stall as well. The rider wished she could just bring the young Friesian back to life, but even more, she wished she knew what happened in that stall.

She turned to her steed, her confidant, her best mate, and put her arms around his thick neck. The pair stayed like that and it was actually starting to make Emily feel a little better. Reluctantly she stepped away and started walking toward the pasture. The stallion followed close behind, his muzzle would reach forward a couple inches to brush against her hand. The act made the red head's lips curl into a small smile, but it only lasted a moment before it faded yet again.

"How did this all happen?" The question was spoken aloud, but it was to herself… it wasn't as if she was expecting Thunder to reply or anything. One hand reached up to massage her forehead and around to one temple, then the other. After a bit of walking Emily found herself at the lake. Her lips curled into another tiny grin, but it stayed a little longer when she remembered her time spent with Naomi there… before Katie came along to ruin it, of course.

She sat on a fallen log that was only a few meters away from the water's edge. Thunder walked off to munch on some of the juicy foliage, figuring that his owner would be here for a while. Brown eyes looked out across the water, watching the small ripples form from the wind blowing across its surface. Her mind wandered to many different things, but she found it always came back to the shockingly radiant blond. This little trip was not helping her. The more she thought about it, the more perplexed she became. Her body leaned forward and she put her head in her hands, struggling to keep herself composed, even without anyone else around her.

The blond was curled into a ball, facing the wall, with tears finally falling from her icy blues. She could vaguely hear the door to her room opening because of the squeaky hinges holding the door to the frame, but she couldn't be bothered to even turn over. She knew it was either Emily, or her cow of a mother, and she didn't want to see either of them right now.

"Naomi…"

"Fuck off." She said before her mum could say anything more. Her body became impossibly smaller into the fetal position. Moments later she felt the bed dip behind her and soon after she could feel her mother's hand sitting softly on her shoulder. "Just go away, mum."

Gina sighed softly before she softly spoke, "The people who make us happy are never the people you expect. So when you find someone, you've got to cherish it."

The words hit the blond so hard that a fresh round of tears began to fall. Her body was trembling and she was gasping for air between sobs. "I've really gone and fucked it all up, mum. How can I fix it?"

"Love is never easy, Naomi."

"Who said we were talking about love?" Naomi half sat up and turned to face the woman who gave birth to her. Crystalline orbs were red and puffy.

Gina's lips curled into a sympathetic smile and she reached forward her hand to wipe her daughter's cheeks. "If it wasn't about love, you wouldn't be acting this way. Contrary to your beliefs, I do know you. I can see it in your eyes whenever Emily comes over, or when you're talking about her. You have to open yourself up to it, love."

"But mum, I… I'm scared."

"Love is a scary thing, darling, but it's well worth it."

With renewed purpose the blond pushed herself up, wiping her face with her bed covers. She threw her arms around her mum in an awkward hug from the side. Naomi stayed there for a moment before pulling away. She had something she needed to do; something she wanted to do, and hopefully she wouldn't end up fucking it up like she always did.

The tears had stopped falling down her cheeks and the chocolate orbs were once again staring at the water's surface. The wind had died down somewhat, leaving the water calm and uninterrupted. She was in her own little world, her own bubble of numbness. There were no more tears for Emily to cry. All she could do now was wallow in her thoughts, fears, and desires.

"Emily…"

The voice sent both ice and fire running through her veins, and she wasn't sure which one was overpowering the other. "Yes," she said rather coldly.

The blond stepped forward, her heart beating so fast that she was sure she was about to go into cardiac arrest. Naomi knew she couldn't stop though; she needed to get everything out in the open. "When I'm with you, I feel like I'm a better person." She paused, hoping that the red head would turn around to face her, but when she didn't, she swallowed, knowing she would have to go on. "I do want someone… need someone. I feel happier… less… alone. Less lonely." She took in a deep breath; her voice was starting to waiver. Naomi was letting herself open up, letting someone in, and she was scared to death. "It's not as simple as that, is it… being with someone?"

"Isn't it?" Emily's voice was quiet, almost too quiet for Naomi to hear.

Naomi started to sniffle before she replied, "No… I mean, I don't know. I mean, I don't think so." The tears began to well in her azure eyes, and all she wanted to do was hold the girl that sat there on the log in front of her. She couldn't though. It wasn't her place. The blond had put herself out there, now it was Emily's choice whether she would push her away again, or meet her somewhere in the middle.

The equestrian rider felt the words right in her heart, like a beautiful love song that made her heart swell. Her unsteady legs pushed herself up and slowly she turned around. Red, puffy coffee coloured hues locked on with glassy, tear-filled blue ones. The two simply stared for what seemed like hours, which only turned out to be a minute or two, until Emily began to walk forward. The shorter girl stopped less than a yard away, still looking into the crystalline pools belonging to the blond. She wanted to be honest, but she knew it would change the subject entirely if she were to go on. "I hate my mum."

The admission threw Naomi off; the subject change was not what she expected. Because she was caught off guard she could only nod, then shake her head, and then nod again. "Why do you hate her?"

Emily's body twitched slightly and she took two small steps forward bringing her so close to the blond that they could feel the other's body head radiating through their clothes. Her red head shook, "I don't want to talk about her right now, but I will later, yeah? I have other pressing issues I'd rather take care of first." She closed the gap between them and reached up with both hands to cup the tear stained cheeks belonging to the blond before leaning up to press her lips hesitantly to Naomi's own.

The moment the red head touched her, and then kissed her, she could feel the rest of the walls surrounding her heart melting away completely. Her hands slipped around the petite girl's waist and around to her lower back, pulling them closer together.

The kiss was slow, but it didn't lack passion behind it. On the contrary the slow building passion brought on by the lip lock was wetting both sets of knickers. Light moans vibrated between the two only to be swallowed up by the other. Their hands moved agonizingly slow against their clothed forms, and soon the articles of clothing were being pushed away. Fingertips were finding any skin that was no longer covered, and the excruciatingly slow movements they were both making were bringing them to places they had never dreamed of being.

The passion was starting to take over the both of them and soon Emily found herself backed into a tree, her body pressed roughly against the bark with Naomi's taller form. The red head felt one hand unbuttoning her jeans while the other teased her nipple under her shirt and through her bra. "Ugh… Naomi…" she managed to say as the blond slipped her fingers over her sodding wet knickers. She thought for the shortest of moments that they should stop, but the feelings that were being evoked were not ones she wanted to stop. Both her hands were pulling the taller girl's head harder into her lips, sliding ever so often along her scalp and down to the nape of her neck.

"You're fucking soaked through, Ems…" Naomi said huskily into the red head's ear when she was able to break from the snog for a brief moment. Her nimble fingers easily pushed the dripping material aside and she groaned at the silky liquid coating Emily's nether region. She moved two fingers through the wetness before sliding back to the girl's clit. The blond's other hand pinched the red head's nipple, twisting it slightly for added effect. Her fingertips moved around the rider's bundle of nerves, teasing it lightly before adding pressure. She could feel Emily's breathing hitch and the kiss became even more heated.

All rational and conscious thought was impossible now that Naomi had started increasing the pressure between her legs. It was to the point that she couldn't think at all, she could only feel… and it felt fantastic. This wasn't fixing anything, not really, but it didn't matter now. All that mattered was the pending orgasm that was on the horizon. She was so turned on it was almost painful, and she was getting to the point when she wanted to feel the taller girl inside her. Emily pulled her face away to whisper, "I want you, Naomi, inside me…"

That wasn't what Naomi wanted though, and managed to whisper back, "Can't you feel me already? Feel me, everywhere at once?" She turned her head slightly and bit down softly on the red head's earlobe while her hand started to make smaller circular movements over the girl's clit.

Maybe she didn't need Naomi inside her after all. Moments after the blond spoke, her hips bucked against the taller girl's hand while she found her lips locked on once more. Emily's hands were pulling at the peroxide blond locks with such force that she may end up pulling chunks of it out… she didn't, of course, but such was the feeling. "I love you…" she moaned loudly as the electric jolts of pleasure continued to course through her body.

Minutes later the kissing had slowed down to gentle pecks and Naomi had removed her hand from the wetness that had fully coated it. She had heard what Emily said, but she wasn't ready to say those words yet… not yet. Not when she was still confused as to what loving a girl could actually mean. The blond backed away slowly after making sure the ginger could stand on her own. Instinctively she brought her fingers up to her mouth and began cleaning Emily's ambrosia off every digit. She almost came simply from the sweet taste that was now invading her senses, and once she had finished she licked her lips… just in case.

"I don't know how you can make me feel like that…" Emily wondered out loud, blushing slightly when she saw Naomi lick her lips. When the blond didn't respond she pushed herself off the tree, "C'mon, let's get some tea, and I can give you a proper tour of my home." She watched the blond nod and she reached out for her hand to lead her back to her house. It wasn't really the house she wanted to show the blond to, it was her bed, but they'd get there eventually.

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