Her chocolate brown eyes bore into me as she straddled me, her bare legs on mine. I felt myself shiver from her intense stare, and she smirked at me, scrapping her fingernails down the length of my body, barely brushing my breasts and lingering outside my dripping hot centre.
"Emily" I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion and desire. Her lips danced on my face and I felt her fingers enter me.
"Wake up!"
I snapped up in bed, staring at Freddie laughing at me, his hair sticking up in his aeroplane pyjamas. I glance at my bed to see Cook and Effy still sound asleep, and I smile softly, thinking about the four of us snuggled up in bed together. I lay back and pull Freddie to me as he whispers things to me about planes and trucks.
I sigh contentedly at the small boy in arms, as I listened to Freddie talking I couldn't help but imagine Emily holding a little blonde girl with blue eyes in her arms, smiling and laughing.
I opened my eyes was such a bittersweet thought, I turned my head glancing at a very aware Effy staring at me. I smiled and she returned the smile before shaking Cook to wake up.
"Cook, wake up and make us breakfast", she smacked him jokingly.
"Make your own breakfast, you hussy" he replied sleepily and snuggling closer to her.
"No, none of that snuggling. Breakfast, or no sex for you", Effy said moving closer to Freddie and me.
"Fine, bloody tease", he grumbled getting out of bed, "Morning Naomikins, Fredster you coming we need to make our queens their breakfast. The major queen being Naomi of course"
"Shut up", I laughed at him, "Twat"
"You love it" was Cooks reply stumbling blearily out of the room, Freddie close behind him.
"Oh Nomi, I forgot to ask," Freddie said stopping outside the door, "Why did you say Emily's name in a funny voice in your sleep?"
I blinked hard, my face turning the same colour as Emily's hair
"What voice" asked Effy sitting up.
"Like this; Emily" said Freddie imitating my moan, while I fell back onto my pillows in shame, as Cook's booming laugh and Effy's soft chuckle filled my ears.
"Out" called Effy to Freddie giggling, before turning to me smirk and raised eyebrow in place.
"Just shut up" I replied burying my face deep into my pillow.
"No"
"What about"
"No"
"How about that place on"
"No"
"For fuck sake Effy, you have to find a dress for tomorrow night. Cook is actually making an effort", I cried out in irritation. It had been a few days since my arrival home and I had found it very easy to slip back into domestic life.
"I know and I want to look good, no better than good", Effy replied staring through a shop window
"You could look better than good in a fucking plastic bag" , I mutter at her before freezing. The same red hair, the gentle sway of those sensual hips. Emily. My heart began to race and my mouth went dry. She was all I could think about. She was like oxygen and here she was walking right towards me.
"Hello Effy", her sexy husky voice filled my ears and I struggled not to come undone just from her voice. Jesus. I smiled goofily at her.
"Hello Emily", Effy replied smiling warmly, glancing between Emily and me.
"Still need me to babysit tomorrow?", Emily asked, not even glancing at me.
"Yeah, that would be brilliant. About 7 yeah?", Effy replied
"See you then", Emily grinned at her before strolling past us.
What the fuck.
I must have looked hilarious, with all the conflicting emotions on my face because Effy was laughing.
"What just happened?", I asked myself and her, "I'm not wearing my invisible cloak by mistake am I?"
"Nope", replied Effy before walking forward leaving me perplexed, upset and surprisingly aroused.
Hold up. Babysitting. Freddie. My house. Emily. What the fuck?
"Effy", I said chasing after her.
I fiddled with my vest for the fifth time and watched as Effy applies the last of her make up.
"Jesus, Naomi, I'm the one going out and you're more worried about your outfit than I am", said Effy staring at me through the mirror.
"Sorry, I just don't get why she'd still come if she knew I was here, its clear she hates me", I reply vaguely thinking about the power of the blank Emily had flawlessly delivered to me yesterday. I was little spinning.
"Because I told her you wouldn't be home", Effy replied nonchalantly.
"What?", I screamed at her, "Why the fuck would you do that?"
" She rang last night and asked if we still needed her with you being home and I said you would be out anyway so we did"
"But I'm not out Effy, I'm very clearly in front of you" I reply, feeling like a blood vessel was about to pop out of my forehead.
"Don't do that, you know that vein scares me in your head, Naomi", Effy replied putting things in her purse.
"Don't you dare act so fucking nonchalant with me, you have no right meddle in my affairs" I shout at her, I felt angry and betrayed.
"Get over yourself Naomi, you may think your different from before you left but the situation is still the same. And you haven't exactly made the effort to contact Emily since you've got back and in all honesty you ran away the same as always and its about fucking time you stood up and fucking fought for Emily, if you actually truly love her"
I stood shocked by Effy's outburst and distantly I hear the doorbell ring and Cook's booming voice. Fuck.
"I love you, Naomi, so much that I will push you because I know deep down that Emily is it for you", Effy whispered softly to me before brushing my lips with hers and exiting the room.
I stayed in Effy and Cook's room for ages, listening to the house.; to Effy and Cook's goodbyes, Freddie's excited voice for Emily to play x-box with him, Emily's soft husky one saying she was going to whip his butt.
Now I listened to Freddie's giggles and Emily's soft chuckles, and I felt my heart turn over. Could I honest face Emily, after everything? It was true what Effy said I had run away from Emily because I couldn't deal with the pressure of staying. It was easy to blame Emily, but I should've stayed and listened and tried to work it out. I jumped off the bed, and run down the stairs.
I arrived in the lounge room finding it empty before following the voices and padding into the kitchen.
"Nomi!" Freddie cried with joy as he saw me. Emily was cutting him a slice of cake for after dinner. She stared at me, several emotions flickered across her face; shock, anger, hurt and finally she went blank, glancing down and swearing to herself.
"Shit", she mumbled and I glanced down and saw her hand bleeding.
"Jesus", I cried, before rushing forward to help her and reaching for her hand with a tea towel.
"Don't", she growled, "Don't fucking touch me", before snatching the tea towel and walking over to the sink and running her hand under the water. I stood back shocked by her reaction but pressed forward to help her.
"Does it need stitches? Do I need to call or drive you somewhere?" I asked her concerned as I ushered Freddie back into the lounge to his game.
"No, its not deep just long. Do you have a first aid kit?", she mumbled to me.
So here I find myself, sitting on one side of the lounge and Emily as far as possible on the other side, a couple of bottles of wine between us. We hadn't spoken since I'd gotten her our first aid kit and then poured her a glass of wine and watched as she fixed herself off growling at me if I tried to help her. Freddie was asleep and some crappy romantic comedy played while we sat in silence.
"I'm going to bed", she said standing up and walking upstairs. I watched her go, and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. Stop it Naomi, she doesn't want anything to do with you.
"Goodnight, Emily" I whispered softly and stared at the place she had been before turning off the television and going to my room. Stripping off, I threw on my pink pig t-shirt, a favourite of Emily's that she use to steal from me. I was almost in bed when a knock at my door interrupted my train of thought. Thinking it was Freddie, I called for the knocker to come in and was very surprised when Emily tentatively opened my door and stepped into my room.
She looked awkward, still fully dressed and I couldn't help but think she was cute when she was unsure.
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you but I need your help. Um. I can't get the buttons", she whispered softly, " My hand is too swollen".
"Oh" I said softly, realizing she needed my help undressing
"Forget it actually, I'll just sleep in my clothes", she said turning away
"No" I screamed, then coughing at the volume and whispering "No, I'll help".
Her back took a shaky breath and she turned around and walked towards me. Her red hair hung loose over her shoulders and I struggled not to reach out and run my fingers through it. Sexual tension clung to the air but I knew Emily wouldn't have felt it.
I felt her stiffen as I gently reach for her buttons, and I realize we're both shaking. Slowly I undid each button, revealing her creamy torso, and I swallowed hard in both awe at her beauty and arousal. I softly pushed the shirt down her shoulders and she physically quivered at my touch. It fell to the floor, and we stared at each other. Her chocolate eyes so conflicted and yet deep in them I saw desire. The air was tense between us, so still as we stared lost in each other's eyes. I let my hands fall loosely on her hips bringing her closer to me until we were centimetres apart, barely brushing each other's skin.
"Don't touch", she half choked and growled at me but I didn't pull away.
"Don't touch", I whispered nodding to her and reaffirming I wouldn't. Feeling courageous, I gently leant forward and breathed my hot breath on her neck, enticing a breathy moan from her lips. No touching I reminded myself. Ghost touches.
I barely brushed my lips all down her neck, her breathing hitching as she tried defiantly not to moan. She didn't touch me and my hands remained on her hips, gently massaging with my fingertips. I dipped my head, my lips barely touching her chests. I slowly work my way down, trying not to moan as she breathing turns fast. I reach her pants line before working my way back, grazing over both her breasts and back to her neck before pulling away and looking at her.
Our eyes met and I saw love, desire and want and in a second it was gone, replaced by anger, hurt and betrayal. I hear the rebounding smack before I feel it and I stare at her in shock as she stares at me tears falling down her perfect cheeks.
"Emily" I choked out but I'm silenced as two lips smash against mine and I'm pushed against the wall. She pulls at my hair, pulling me to her as she pushes her tongue into my mouth and we fight for dominance. Our tears mingle as we clutch at each other. Then as abruptly as it begins its over and I'm felt gasping against my bedroom wall staring at the vacant space that once held Emily Fitch.
