Ah yes, another update. I told you it wouldn't take as long as last time, right?
So this will let you know about that photo that Emily and Naomi found. I hope you enjoy it.
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Blue and brown eyes were opened wide, both staring down at the incriminating photo. Neither could say anything after the blonde had stated that Jenna had known. It was just not something either of them would have contemplated, and even they were questioning the picture's validity. But there it was, staring them both in the face.
In the picture, Jenna must have been holding the camera, holding it so that only she and the blonde girl's faces were visible. The young Mama Fitch's head was tilted down slightly but her eyes were looking sideways toward the unknown woman under her eyelashes. The other girl had her forehead pressed against Jenna's temple and her nose on Jenna's cheek. The blonde girl's lips were parted slightly, and there was no mistaking or misreading the look she held in her eyes.
Both Naomi and Emily were in shock, purely and utterly confused at the photo. Jenna seemed so homophobic, but there she was looking very, VERY close to this blonde girl.
Emily checked the time-stamp on the picture and she gawked, "This was taken almost six months after my parents got married, right before she got pregnant with Katie and me."
"Think your dad knows?" Naomi asked. If there was one member in the family that she would fight to protect, besides Emily, it would be Rob. He was a kind soul. A man with values. A man that loved his family unconditionally. A man that had been cheated on and he probably didn't even know it.
Emily shook her head, her voice breaking as she whispered, "No."
Naomi grabbed the album from her lover's hands and slammed it closed before setting it down on the table between two candles. Her arms enveloped Emily from the side, letting the red head of hair press into her upper chest.
The consequences and events regarding Jenna's conspiracy were getting more and more transparent, at least to Naomi, but she still had questions. Had she fallen in love with this woman? What had happened, and where was she now?
Naomi guessed that the woman was no longer around, for one reason or another. Maybe Jenna was dumped. Maybe something tragic happened to the blonde in the pictures. Maybe that's why there were no other photos in the album. Maybe this was Jenna's secret album; dedicated to the woman she had loved.
Emily still could not say anything. She didn't like secrets, didn't like hiding the truth from anyone, especially her dad, but she wasn't so sure that telling him would do them any good. It had happened so long ago, did her mother's infidelities (with a WOMAN, no less) need to be brought to light? The red head didn't want her father to be hurt by something that happened nearly two decades prior, but she felt obligated to inform him.
"Emily?" Naomi whispered softly realizing that the redhead was in some sort of shock. When Emily didn't answer, Naomi shook her softly to get her to pay attention again.
"Hmmmm?"
The blonde hesitated, trying to formulate what exactly she could say to Emily to make her feel better. Nothing was really seemed like it would rectify the situation though, but she had to try. "It kind of makes sense why your mum is so against you being gay, doesn't it?"
Emily was reflective for a few moments before her chocolate gaze moved up to look into her blonde's crystalline blue eyes. "It does, to a point, you know, but... I guess I don't understand... I mean... My mum is nothing like I thought she was. She's been hiding this secret for years, and it's not like it's a little secret. She... I suppose we can't assume that she was with that woman," Emily said as she nodded to the album full of her mother's secret life, "But really, what other reason could there be, Naoms?"
"I don't know. Are you going to confront her?"
The redhead shrugged one shoulder and took in a deep breath to sort out her rapid heartbeat and trembling form. She was angry. She felt like her mother had been lying to her all her life. If she kept something like this hidden, what else could there be. Not only that, but did this album shed any light on the reason why Jenna was even in the stables at all, and more-so why she was in Rain's stall. Everything seems to not really connect. It wasn't like her mum ever mucked out the stalls, but the truth of the matter was that she did use to compete and ride just like she and Katie did now.
What Emily couldn't figure out, the piece that was missing, the piece that would most likely fit everything together... why did Jenna stop riding? That question was followed closely by a few other questions, like what caused her to stop entering and winning competitions? Of course the mystery behind the blonde woman in the pictures was right up there in her list of questions as well.
"I think I have to," Emily responded, her eyes looking at the closed photo album menacingly, as if that book alone held all the problems in her family's lives for as long as it existed.
Naomi nodded. She agreed, but it wasn't going to be an easy subject to broach with Mama Fitch. "How are you going to bring it up? Just blind-side her?"
Emily couldn't help but laugh at the way it almost sounded like Naomi was worried for Jenna. She knew it wasn't the case, but it was a bit of light in this moment of darkness. "I think the only way to do it would be to just confront her, Naoms. I have to bring the album and just open it up and ask what it is. I have to be careful and not attack her, but inquire about it, you know, ask who the blond woman is, you know?"
The blonde smiled. She was proud and also glad that she didn't have to confront her mum about anything. Then again, Gina had always been annoyingly up-front about everything. Naomi's sure she's scared for life because of some of the conversations her mother forced her into. They weren't horrible, she guesses, but they weren't the type of thing that most mothers would have with their ten year old child. Then again, Gina wasn't like most mums, and Naomi was silently thankful for that. "Do you want me to be there with you, for support?"
"I do, actually, but I don't think it would help me get information from my mum. She'll shut off completely with you there," Emily explained.
She was, of course, completely correct, and Naomi knew that. It didn't stop her from wanting to protect the girl who held such an iron grip around her heart, though. If it did anything, it made her more protective, more fierce, more willing to do anything.
Naomi got that familiar itch. The itch she use to frequently feel in her time before she met Emily. This itch couldn't be scratched without going out to do something that would cause her adrenaline to start pumping frantically through her body. She tried to shake it away and concentrate on the problem in front of her, but it wasn't going away. Even the walls of the shack were starting to close in on her. The need to be bad was overwhelming.
"Naomi?" Emily enquired when Naomi seemed to close herself off and enter her own little world.
The need, the itch, flared up the moment her head whipped to the side to take in her coffee eyed lover. The blonde had never thought of having sex to quell her need, not until this moment.
"N... Naoms?" Emily said, her voice shaky.
Without a word the blonde reached her hand forward to grasp the nape of Emily's neck, pulling her into a possessive snog. Her tongue pushed through her lover's lips, immediately taking control as she pushed Emily onto her back, moving to straddle her hips. Once she was firmly on top, her hands slithered down to roughly grasp at Emily's breasts, kneading them as if they were dough balls.
Emily was confused and slightly frightened of this side of Naomi, and frankly, her mind was in too many different places to be in the mood for a good, hard fuck. She pushed up on Naomi's shoulders, but her position didn't give her the strength that she needed to remove the rebel from atop her. She tried to call out to her lover to stop, but her decline was swallowed up by the prowess and power of Naomi's impulsive mouth. She lifted her knees and set her feet flat on the bed and pushed up as hard as she could with her hips to throw Naomi off balance. It worked, kind of, and t he blonde tilted to the side, releasing the redhead's lips in the process.
Emily's frightened chocolate pools looked up and she exclaimed, "Naomi, stop!"
It was like a splash of cold water over her. She hadn't really realized that the lustful beast within her had completely taken over, and the worst thing is... she had let it. Naomi pushed herself off of the petite redhead and moved into the corner to put as much space between herself and Emily as was physically possible. Her eyes were downcast, unable to lift them to meet those of her beloved.
Emily moved forward, confused as to the complete turnaround the blond just went through. "Naomi?" she whispered as she lifted a hand to the blonde's cheek.
"Christ Ems, I... I'm so sorry. I... God... I haven't felt like that in a long time," Naomi stammered to explain, but it really did nothing.
"Felt like what?" Emily prodded.
"Well... when I was younger I'd get this... this feeling... this... Christ Ems, it's hard to describe it. I quickly figured out that the only way to make the prickling feeling go away, was to do... well, at the time, they were usually not good things. You already know I'm not the most pristine citizen, but the adrenaline would chase it away. Since I've known you, I haven't once had even a tickle, but right then, I just... I'd..." Naomi cleared her throat, knowing just how horrible this next part would sound. "I realized that if I fucked you, that that might quell it."
Emily stayed silent, but she was just barely holding herself together from laughing. It wasn't the right time, she knew, but now that she didn't have the blonde topping her, she did see how funny it was. A snigger slipped through though and Naomi's eyes hardened and her brows furrowed into straight lines above her eyes that curved down above her nose. "Well, if you would have just said something, instead of attacking me, I might have been a more willing victim."
Naomi's jaw dropped slightly and her eyebrows lifted to their normal position. "Ems, I saw your face, I could feel your fear... how... how is it you find this funny?"
"Naoms," Emily began, "I just didn't know what was happening and my fight or flee instincts were kicking in. If you wanted to... well... you could have just mentioned it."
A smile brightened up her face as she chuckled a bit, her eyes not straying from Emily for a moment. She even tried to avoid blinking so she wouldn't miss a single thing. "And you would have just accepted it if I'd have said something?"
Her lips curled into a seductive smile, and her eyes burning into Naomi's eyes and skin to the point where the blonde wondered if she was leaving a burn, a mark that would brand her as belonging to the redhead. The idea actually wasn't as odd as she would have thought it would have been. Not that it was actually happening, but still... having a piece of Emily ingrained in her skin didn't seem all that bad. She pushed that away for now, because for now, she had a very feisty Fitch to make scream her name.
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A couple hours later both girls had fallen back into their own thoughts. Naomi was positive that she shouldn't have just instigated the ferocious sex they just experienced, but she had tried to stop, kind of. She would have maybe been able to hold herself back if Emily wouldn't have given her that look. That look that told the blonde to take her to places she'd only ever dreamed.
Naomi did just that.
Their excursion didn't help the problem though, nor the situation that they found themselves in. Emily looked to the incriminating album on the side table. Her stomach dropped as the reality of what had been discovered hit her full on like a train hitting her at full speed, knocking the breath from her lungs in one swoop. "We need to go."
Naomi wasn't so sure she wanted to leave just yet. The beast within her had been sated, but she wasn't ready to let the red head go off and take on her mother all by herself. "Can't we just..."
"No." Emily interrupted. "I need to do this now, and I need to..." she paused to look at Naomi for a brief moment before she got to her feet and readied herself to leave.
"I'm going with you, Emsy. Even if I have to just wait outside. I want to be there for whatever happens."
Emily realized that it wouldn't matter if she asked Naomi to leave or not, she knew that the blonde would do whatever she pleased, and in this case it meant she would wait outside the Fitch residence. Emily knew that whether she ended up walking out on her own or if Naomi ended up coming in because Jenna started yelling at her, it would mean the world to her just to know the blonde was there. "I know, love. Thank you."
Naomi couldn't help but smile softly and get to her feet. "We off then?"
"Yes," Emily responded unsurely.
It didn't take them long to get up on Thunder and Sir Paint for the torturous ride back to the unknown. Emily held the album tightly to her chest. She couldn't help the feeling of dread that spread through and over her. She knew it was the right thing though. She knew she needed to talk to her mum, but even with the knowledge that Naomi would be near wasn't really enough to make her feel alright.
With a deep breath she continued on, trying to ready herself mentally for her confrontation with her mum.
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Up next, what happens when Emily asks Jenna about the rather intimate photo she and Naomi found? What do YOU think will happen? Do you think she'll deny it? Maybe she'll admit it? What do you think? Let me know by hitting that little Review button again.