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Chapter Twenty Seven: Rooms On Fire
Naomi
I know I shouldn't have left Emily alone like that. It wasn't my proudest moment, but I just needed some time alone for a bit. I felt so guilty as I got dressed in silence, trying not to wake her. Then I crept out of there like I was escaping some kind of one night stand. I'm not running away, I reasoned to myself. I just need a little space for a while, that's all.
I went to my own room first of all. I had a quick shower and threw on some old jeans and a clean t-shirt, then I went down to the deserted theatre. It wasn't yet seven o'clock in the morning, so there was no-one else around. It felt peaceful, being the only one there. I ambled around, running my hands over the various props that were stored backstage there. Then I picked up a piece of rope and started practicing one of my favourite rope routines. I already knew the moves perfectly, but it felt good to work through something familiar. As my hands moved nimbly through the sequence of sleights, I was able to get lost in the moment and let all other thoughts drift away.
I had been there for maybe an hour or more before another sound rose across the room.
"Hi." I looked up from my work, but I already knew who that voice belonged to. Emily stood a few feet away, dressed in a pleated skirt, a plain t-shirt and slip-on shoes. She smiled uncertainly at me, bringing back my earlier guilt. I stared at her, wondering what her reaction to me was going to be. She slowly moved nearer, her guarded body-language giving nothing away. Would she be angry at me?
"Hey you" I muttered, giving her a small smile. Emily just strolled past me, heading towards the frame that we use for our final illusion. She stood there looking up at it, not saying a word. She had her back to me, so I had no idea what her expression was. I braced myself for whatever was about to come. After a few minutes, her silence felt like it was taunting me. "Emily…" She didn't seem to hear me.
"How quickly can you get out of this?" She asked, gesturing up at the frame. I frowned. Was that really what she wanted to talk about? When I didn't answer, she looked back at me over her shoulder with a questioning look.
"I don't know" I answered with a shrug.
"Can I time you?"
"Yeah, if you want to." Perhaps Emily didn't even want to talk about my little disappearing act. That suited me fine – I'm all for avoidance. I walked to the frame and stood with my back against it. As Emily stepped nearer I stretched my arms up in position to be tied up. She didn't make eye contact with me at all, she just picked up the first rope and bound my wrist. I held my breath as she reached across me and tied my other wrist. Then she arched an eyebrow at me, challenging me to get myself free. I grinned at her, and tugged at the end of the rope dangling near my left wrist. Nothing happened. That should have been a slip-knot. I paused, then tugged again. Still nothing happened. An unpleasant sensation settled in my stomach, but I tried to keep calm. Perhaps she had tied my other wrist with a slip-knot instead. I caught the rope dangling near my right wrist and gave that one a tug. That knot didn't move either. Emily gave me a smug grin of satisfaction, and I realised that this was no mistake - she had tied me up for real. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. I was helplessly tied to the frame, and I didn't like the thought of that one bit. Emily took a step closer, pressing her body firmly against mine. A prickly heat began to make its way up my neck.
"I've got you right where I want you" she murmured in my ear. Her hot breath sent a delicious little shiver running down my spine.
"Emily, let me go" I groaned, tugging helplessly at my bound wrists. I didn't like the idea of things happening beyond my control.
"You can't run away now" she breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to my jawbone. "I can do whatever I want with you." There was a husky sensuality to her voice that made my skin tingle. Emily's hands slipped under my t-shirt, trailing softly across my waist. Goosebumps prickled across my skin as she did so. She continued to kiss along my jaw, before nipping at my earlobe. I squirmed awkwardly, torn between being incredibly turned on at the thought of being at Emily's mercy, and being really uncomfortable at my lack of freedom. The room felt suddenly clammy, stifling me.
"Let me go" I pleaded, pulling ineffectually at my bonds again.
"Ssshh!" Soothed Emily. She reached up on her tiptoes to place her hands gently onto mine. She interlinked our fingers and pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Her thigh found its way between my legs, pressing against the crotch of my jeans. I gave a small whimper at the contact, but it was swallowed by Emily as her tongue moved teasingly between my lips. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. As Emily's thigh ground inexorably against me, my breathing quickened and my skin felt like it was on fire. I was in delicious agony, not sure whether I was hating this or loving it. I desperately wanted Emily to release me, but I was aching for her to undo my jeans and fuck me where I stood, too. I just didn't know which of them I wanted more.
Suddenly, Emily broke the kiss and looked intently into my eyes. She pulled back, leaving a few inches between us. My body surged forward a little, as though craving the contact with hers.
"I just want you to know that you don't have to run anymore" she said firmly. Still intent on denial, I tried to refute that.
"I didn't…"
"I know you find all of this very scary Naoms, but I'm not going anywhere." She smiled softly at me. "I love you. I love you just as you are, and I don't want to change you, or control you like Justin did." Her eyes practically shone with the sincerity in them. I swallowed thickly, and tried to get my breathing more under control. "And we don't have to rush things just because everybody knows about us now, okay?" Emily continued. I nodded, which seemed to please her. "But we've got something really special going on here Naomi, and I hate it when you pull away from me." I shook my head.
"I didn't mean to" I said desperately. "I just needed some space. I needed to…" I shook my head again, unable to find the words to explain.
Emily moved closer again, and pressed her lips to mine. I groaned as she deepened the kiss. She kept one hand linked with mine, but moved the other one down to slip back inside my t-shirt. Once there, her hand rose higher. She squeezed my breast, sending a rush of longing between my legs. The contact of her thigh was back, this time even more insistent. Things were getting increasingly steamy. I pulled against my restraints for a different reason this time, longing to wrap my arms around the beautiful red–head that was driving me wild. Before I could argue again for my release, she stepped suddenly back from me. I missed the contact immediately. As she moved, she tugged at one of the knots, pulling it free. My arm dropped limply to my side.
"I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable Naoms" muttered Emily apologetically. "I just needed to make sure you would listen to me." Realising that I now had my liberty, I quickly freed my other wrist. I stayed silent, not quite sure exactly how I felt about what she had done. Emily stared at me, waiting anxiously for my reaction. I took a deep breath as an unsteady mix of anger and lust burned through me. I had no idea which to act upon first. I stared at Emily, not sure whether to fuck her or storm from the room. "Are you okay?" She asked uncertainly.
I didn't consciously make a decision. Instead my body just took over control of my actions. I grabbed hold of Emily and swiftly changed our positions. She gave a squeak of surprise as her back crashed roughly against the frame. She looked on the point of saying something, but I didn't give her a chance. I surged forward and caught her lips hungrily with mine. Lust won the battle, and consumed me completely as our lips met. One of my hands moved up to cup her cheek.
"I can't stand it" I muttered as I continued to kiss her frantically. "I can't."
"Its okay" she whispered back. "It's okay." I wanted to tear off her clothes and take her right there, but something made me hesitate. I glanced around us, and realised that anyone with access to the theatre could walk in at any moment. And that included both Cook and Katie. As horny as I was, having them as an audience was not remotely appealing.
"Let's get out of here" I said, grabbing Emily's hand. I led the way towards the dressing rooms. I had no thoughts of going upstairs to my room – that would take too long. I wanted her right that instant, and my dressing room had a sturdy lock.
I burst through the door, pulling Emily along behind me. No sooner was it shut than I had her pressed firmly up against it, and the lock driven home. I kissed her again, claiming her lips roughly with mine. Her tongue eagerly sought out my own, letting me know that she was just as turned on as me. My hands roamed over every bit of her flesh that they could reach. It wasn't enough. I broke the kiss and reached immediately for the bottom of her t-shirt. I hastily stripped it off her, discarding it somewhere behind me. Her bra quickly followed, along with my own top.
I took the opportunity to slow down a little, and relish the sight in front of me. My eyes devoured the vision of Emily's beautiful naked breasts, heaving with every breath she took. Moving slower, though still with an urgency to my actions, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned as I caressed it with my lips and tongue, teasing it into a hard peak. Her back arched towards me, and her hands tangled convulsively in my hair, pulling me closer. I gave the same attention to her other nipple, every little noise from Emily just spurring me on. I slid one hand up the outside of her thigh, hitching her skirt up. I cupped her arse and gave it a squeeze through her knickers, as my other hand moved to her inner thigh. I stroked the soft skin there, before carrying on upwards.
"Oh fuck, yes" moaned Emily, as my fingers reached their destination. I could feel her hot wetness even through her underwear. The knowledge that she was as turned on as me only served to add more fuel to my own fire.
Emily pulled my face back up to hers, and captured my lips with another passionate kiss. Her tongue reached for mine, and I was happy to comply. As I kissed her, two of my fingers strayed beneath the fabric of her knickers, sliding through her wet folds. Her hips rocked forward against me, urging me on. As the temperature in the dressing room screamed higher, I knew that I had to have her naked.
Emily groaned in protest as I withdrew my hands from her skirt. I reached straight for the zip. In my hast to undo it, I fumbled a little before finally relinquishing the skirt from her hips. As it dropped to the floor Emily stepped out of it and her shoes, before kicking them aside. I cast my eyes around the room, looking for where best to move to. As I spotted the small sofa, I knew exactly what I wanted to do: I wanted to strip Emily's knickers off and taste her.
"Sit" I said abruptly to Emily, nodding at the sofa. She grinned lasciviously at me, before doing as I asked. I knelt down on the floor in front of her, reaching straight to remove her underwear. She lifted her hips to make it easier. I tossed her last item of clothing carelessly aside, and pushed her legs apart. I settled myself between them, and with a last grin up at Emily, I moved forwards. At the first touch of my tongue, her hips thrust upwards. I held them down firmly, and turned my whole attention to driving her towards ecstasy. She spread her legs wide in encouragement. I ran my tongue through the length of her folds. I swirled it across her clit and slid it deep inside of her. I sucked at her pussy lips, tugging each one in turn into my mouth. Every action was followed by a moan of pure arousal from Emily. She threaded her fingers into my hair, as she rocked back against the sofa. I kept on with my relentless attention, sucking and licking her clit and her pussy. She was so worked up - I knew that it wouldn't take long.
Soon, I felt Emily's legs tense in anticipation. I knew that I was close to my goal. Her breathing was completely ragged, and her hands moved to clutch on to the sofa beneath her. I kept going. I flicked my tongue firmly across her clit, urging her on towards that big O.
"Fuck, Naoms I'm gonna…" the rest of her sentence was swallowed up as her orgasm hit her. I slowed my pace, but continued my actions as her pussy began to clench. Emily rocked and trembled and swore as the sensations ripped through her.
I didn't stop until I was sure that her after-tremors had all ceased. Then I sat back on my calves and grinned up at her. She gave me a beautiful, bleary-eyed smile in return. We sat like that for a few moments, just staring at each other.
"I love you Emily" I said gently, once her breathing began to return to normal. Her smile stretched wider.
"I know you do. I love you too." She pushed herself further back on the sofa, and gave me an appraising look. "You're wearing too much" she said simply. In a sudden flurry of action, I moved to put that right. Forgetting my normal bashfulness, I rid myself of the rest of my clothes. Emily watched me hungrily as I cast off my bra. I kicked off my shoes, then tugged my jeans and my knickers down together. Rather ungainly I managed to step out of them. As I stood naked in front of her, Emily's eyes skimmed across my whole body. She looked so full of admiration that she made me feel beautiful.
Emily didn't move from the sofa. Instead she crooked her finger, beckoning me to her. Like a magnetic pull I walked forwards. Her eyes settled lustfully on my tits as I did so. I climbed onto the sofa, straddling her with one knee on either side. Her hands moved straight for my boobs, squeezing and caressing them.
"God you're so gorgeous" she breathed as she leaned closer and kissed me. Her hands began to move across my body, seeking out other areas to stroke and tease. She broke our kiss and instead moved her lips down to my tits. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders as she tugged one of my nipples into her mouth. Her hands moved to my bum and pulled me closer. Once certain that she had me securely on her lap, Emily moved one hand around to my front. Her fingers trailed softly down over the muscles of my stomach. Her thumb reached my clit and began to rub against it. I pushed Emily's head back against the sofa so that I could claim her lips with mine. We deepened the kiss straight away. A low, guttural moan escaped me, as Emily's finger pushed slowly and deeply inside of me.
"Oh fuck" I whispered, taking in a big lungful of much-needed air.
"You like that?" She asked with a grin, as her finger continued to move inside me. I gave a hasty nod. "How about now?" She asked, adding a second finger. She began to rub her thumb against my clit once more.
"Fuck yes!" Was all that I could manage to say. She continued to pump her fingers into me, slowly at first but gradually increasing the tempo. I rocked my hips against her, matching her rhythm with my own. I gripped tightly onto her shoulders as she pushed me on towards my blissful release.
"Don't stop" I whimpered, as I felt on the brink of letting go completely. Emily began to curl her fingers, and at that moment I left all worldly thoughts and feelings behind. I cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of delicious sensation tore through me. Emily held me close to her as I rode it all out.
"I'm sorry I ran this morning" I said gently. We were lying curled up together on the sofa in my dressing room. I didn't know how long we had been there in our post orgasmic bliss, but neither of us seemed to care. We hadn't put any of our clothes back on yet. I had tugged the throw from the back of the sofa over us, as the room had grown chilly and we couldn't be bothered to get up and adjust the air-conditioning. The sofa was small, and not really made for stretching out on – at least not for people of my height – but I didn't care about that, either. All I cared about was the beautiful woman that I was currently spooning.
At my words, Emily pressed her lips to my arm, the only bit of me that was within kissing distance.
"It was quite a half-hearted attempt at running" she answered with a smile. She twisted onto her back until she could look up at my face. "There are a million different places in this city that you could have gone to, but you ended up in one of the few places that I was sure to find you." I chuckled as I realised that she was right. I could easily have gone somewhere that she wouldn't have found me, but instead I hadn't even left the hotel. Perhaps this 'relationship' malarkey is getting easier. Though that probably has a lot more to do with Emily than anything else.
"Well, I guess my subconscious knows what's good for me, even when I don't" I said. "And you, Emily Fitch…" I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "…Are very good for me." I reached up and traced my fingers softly across her cheek. "You make me feel amazing."
"You're very good at that, yourself!" She giggled. I didn't need to clarify my words to her – she knew that I was talking about more than sex.
"I guess we're just great together then" I answered with a grin. "You're the most amazing woman that I've ever met Emily. Don't let anyone tell you any different." She nodded slowly. Jenna Fitch hung unmentioned in the air between us. I didn't want to bring her up directly, but she was the only person who seemed to think that Emily should change.
On that particular point, Jenna could not have been more wrong.
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