A/N- Decided to do this particular chapter from Emily's POV, something which I always find that little more difficult for some reason. I'm sure this is the one you've all been waiting for, so I hope you enjoy.
I'm pretty sure I can hear my racing heart thump in my chest as I rediscover the sweet familiar taste of Naomi's lips. My brain is hazy and now it's finally caught up with the fact that I'm actually kissing her, after being nothing but tempted to do it for days, I don't want to stop. I lose my fingers through her blonde hair, drawing her closer, deepening the kiss further, knowing nothing has changed at all. All I'm feeling now, is exactly how she used to make me feel. Like I'm everything, like I'm the only thing in the whole World that matters. My stomach is full of flutters and it has been ever since she picked me up tonight. No one has ever made me feel like this, no one except her.
I gently and reluctantly part my lips from hers, knowing if I didn't, we would get lost in ourselves right here in my front room. That alone wouldn't of been a terrible thing but I wanted to be sure after last time, I wanted her to be sure. She groans at my decision, closing the gap I just created to share another lingering kiss. Stopping her is pretty much the last thing I want to do but I force myself to break our kiss again and rest my forehead on hers, sighing contently as her hands rest on my hips.
"You've no idea how much I've wanted to do that tonight," her whisper turns into the cutest laugh, which I now realise I missed much more than I ever thought. I run my thumb over her cheek with a smile. I did have an idea because as much as she thought it, I did too. She looked stunning in that dress and for the majority of the night, I rudely yet secretly knew she'd look even more breathtaking out of it. "I couldn't take my eyes off you at dinner,"
She kisses up my neck, lightly nipping the skin in the way that used to drive me crazy. It still does. I know she'll leave a noticeable mark, one which Katie will definitely pick up on in the morning but I couldn't care less.
"Stay tonight," I say suddenly, chewing my bottom lip when I realise how ridiculously desperate I must of sounded. It wasn't a question, more of a plea. I didn't want her to go. I feel her hand on the back of my neck, her thumb running over my skin gently, giving me shivers. I wanted to be near her, to fall asleep tangled up in her body and wake up the exact same way. I loved waking up to Naomi in the mornings, despite her always admitting that she was never quite a morning person. To have her lips on mine, our fingers entwined. It had been so long. Now she was here, I'm sure I've never wanted anything quite as much before.
"Are you sure?" She questions me, I nod and she smiles happily, biting her lip in that infuriatingly sexy way she does. God, she's incredible. "I'd love to,"
"Great," I can't wipe the smile from my lips. "I've got some more wine in the fridge, if you fancy it?" I attempt to take off in direction of the kitchen but Naomi clasps her hand in mine and gently tugs me towards her. She was totally transfixed on me and I remember how much I used to love it when she looked at me like that. Now I know, I still do.
"I fancy something else," a cheeky wink makes me laugh and I find myself wrapping my arms around her neck to draw her close. I give in and kiss her deeply, her tongue immediately working against mine. I get too lost in the moment when it's her who breaks away, burying her face into my neck. I groaned, the feeling of her lips leaving a trail of hot kisses of to my earlobe. Her breath tickled me to the point where I shivered. "I don't want this to be like last time,"
"Me neither," I gasp as I feel her suck on my pulse point. I knew what she meant. Last week I ran. We were drunk. I woke up in the office, half my clothes strewn across the floor and when I noticed it was Naomi asleep next to me, I panicked and took off then made excuses later. This time, I didn't want to run.
I clasp her face in my hands and tenderly kiss her mouth, once then twice. The second more passionate and hungry than the first. Without parting, I guide us backwards through my front room and up the spiralling stairs, which proves to be more of a challenge than either of us expected, both of us laugh as we clumsily trip on the last step. I tugged her hand and we took a few steps before she pulled me back gently.
The way she was looking at me made me stomach flip.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" She questioned softly, her hand giving my own a gentle squeeze as we stood outside my bedroom door. "Because, we don't have to,"
"Yes, we do," I interrupt, despite her genuine concern. "You've been driving me crazy all night, I can't stand it much longer,"
We were kissing again as I lead her through my bedroom door. She skilfully kicked it shut with her leg and I pushed her up against it, carefully unzipping the back of her dress. I lift it over her head, my eyes trailing over her almost tanned skin, my heart skipping that little bit quicker when I see just how beautiful she still looks. Last week in the office, it was rushed, clumsy even. We didn't take time with each other. It wasn't us. It was never just sex between us. Now, I wanted to saviour every inch of her the way I used to.
"Are you just gonna stand there, Em?" She laughs, breaking my gaze.
"No," I answer back, reaching out to pull the straps of her bra down her shoulders, placing soft kisses on her skin. She still smelled the same. She still wore the same perfume. It was always my favourite. She used to wear it specially just for me and as soon as my nostrils caught it earlier, I knew she'd done it again.
"Take me to bed Emily,"
I swallowed hard, fully admitting to myself that that was indeed the sexiest thing I'd heard in a long time. Certainly since the last time we properly did anything like this, which felt like a whole other lifetime ago now. My stomach was fluttering like crazy and the sight of Naomi in her underwear, suddenly had me all over the place. I steadied myself, pushing her down onto my bed before straddling her waist. I brushed my lips across hers, agonisingly teasing her the way I used to. She swore out loud and I innocently smile in return, doing my absolute best to hold in any sort of laughter that seemed desperate to escape. I knew exactly what I was doing.
"What?"
"You fucking know what," her whisper was throaty, her cheeks flush and I was too busy taking in the details of her face to prepare myself when she overpowered me and flipped me on my back, pinning my arms above my head as she kissed my lips for a few seconds. "Now, that's much better. You really are beautiful, you know?"
"Naomi," I could almost feel my cheeks blush. I'd never tire of her saying those things. I could always feel that she really meant every word.
"I've missed every little inch of you," she continues, sliding her hands up my legs, the material of my dress going with it. I sat myself up and gave her access to unzip the back. "As gorgeous as this looks on you, we really have to lose it,"
I was so lost in what she was doing, carefully removing the dress from my body, that I forgot something. It hit me full force and suddenly, all the things I had felt in the last ten minutes has been replaced with fear, anxiety and embarrassment. I remove my hand from her hair and tug over the bed sheet, attempting to cover my now near naked half. Naomi stops the assault on my neck and places a single light kiss on my lips, one which I barely respond to. She looks at me, a sense of confusion washing over her face before it faded into some look of genuine concern.
"Em, are you okay?" I barely hear her whisper, she reaches out, tracing her fingers over my cheek and I clench my eyes shut, almost wishing this moment away. She wasn't going to let it. I knew that. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing,"
"Emily," her voice is more forceful and it forces me to look at her instead of closing my eyes and hiding behind them. "Hey, don't do that. Talk to me,"
"I can't,"
"You can," she kisses the back of my hand. "Is it all this? We don't have to do anything, not if you don't want to. Just laying here with you is enough,"
"It's not that," I insist quickly. She's being so incredibly sweet and I'm pretty certain I've never wanted her more.
"Then what?"
"When I had Olivia, there were some... Complications," I struggled, swallowing the lump that's appeared in my throat, I felt her squeeze my hand gently, almost urging me on to open up to her. I wanted to, I really did. "I was so scared,"
"Shhh, it's okay,"
"I had to... They had to," I stopped and instead of struggling with words, I pulled part of the sheet away from my body. She placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder and whispered something I didn't quite hear. "It's horrible," I say tearfully, feeling increasingly vulnerable now she was seeing what I didn't want to. I hated it and now feared she would to. I knew she hadn't noticed in the office, I was drunk, she was drunk and all we wanted was sex. Tonight was completely different and that fact alone smacked me in the face a few minutes ago.
"Hey," she whispered, her fingers tracing the waistband of my knickers. She simply shook her head at me, a gentle, loving smile on her lips as she shuffled herself down the bed and lowered her mouth to my stomach before carefully kissing along the length of my scar. "It's not horrible, it's part of the greatest thing you've ever done," I feel my heart melt. Naomi was always well capable of being a soppy loveable sod but this was far greater than anything I'd experienced with her before. A single tear escapes my eyelid and slides down my cheek but before I get the chance to wipe it clear, Naomi catches it with her thumb and places her lips to mine briefly. "It's part of you and it's beautiful,"
I didn't say anything else. I didn't have to. In a matter of a few moments, my insecurities were gone. She attempted to pull the sheet over us both and I ended up getting rid of it completely before pulling her down on to the mattress with me. I'm sure she kissed every inch of me as we made love, my heart pounding the whole time. No one had ever taken me to those sort of highs since I was with her last.
Naomi got me. Understood me. Knew every detail and worshipped every inch.
"Are you okay?" Naomi whispered, tracing lazy circles on my stomach with her fingers. I lay there comfortably, watching her, staring at the face I'd kissed all over just previously. I hadn't been this okay for a long time. I just nodded, smiling. "It's just you haven't said anything,"
She sounded worried.
"I don't need to," I answered, the same smile still on my face. "That was everything I wanted it to be, it was everything I wished it would be,"
"I know what you mean," she grins, swooping some hair from my face. "I can't believe we're here, I mean, Cyprus, after all this time,"
"I had to leave Bristol," I say in a whisper, almost too quiet for her to hear. "I wanted to get over you,"
"Did it work?"
"Well, five minutes ago I was under you, so not really," I laugh.
"Ever the comedian, Em," she chuckles, propping herself up on her elbow to get more comfortable. She reaches out, tangling her fingers up in my hair. I lay there, watching, soft adoration written all over my face. She makes me crumble. Over & over again. I lean up, capturing her tempting lips in mine, purely because I know now I can. After seconds, she breaks apart and she looks at me in that way again. The way she used to, so many times. "Excuse me for stating the absolute obvious but I still love you,"
My stomach dipped.
"I haven't stopped loving you," I answered back truthfully, she blinked back at me, that goofy yet incredibly sexy Naomi grin lighting up her whole face. I couldn't help but laugh aloud. "You've got the goofiest grin ever, you know that?"
"What?" She laughs. "I do not,"
"You do," I reach out, moving some fallen hair from her face. "But I love it, especially when it's me who's put it there,"
"Which is ninety nine percent of the time,"
"Really? So what happened when I wasn't around?"
"I was a miserable, unbearable bitch," she laughs jokingly then her face falls into a serious one. "I'm nothing without you,"
"Don't say that," I frown towards her. She'd always put herself down in ways I hated.
"It's true, I haven't done anything with my life since I lost you," she continues, I sit myself up, propping the pillows behind my head. Before I lay back down, she leans forward, placing a searing kiss on my lips then rests her forehead on mine afterwards. "You complete me Emily and now I've said it I realise how cheesy it is but I don't care, everyone knows I'm a better person when you're around,"
"I've missed soppy Naomi," I grin, running my hand up and down the flesh of her arm. "I couldn't stop thinking about you today, I couldn't concentrate at work before, I even fucked up the drinks order so Brandon sent me home,"
"Jesus, Emily," She laughs at me.
"It's your fault," I nudge her from under the sheets. "You shouldn't be so,"
"Sexy? Stunning? Unforgettable?"
"All of the above," I whisper quietly against her lips. "And so much more,"
"Now who's being soppy huh?"
"You always brought it out of me," I nuzzle myself into her neck, cuddling into her body closer. "You'll be here when I wake up, won't you?"
"Of course I will, I won't go anywhere," I feel her kiss my hair, her arm cuddling me closer. I contently close my eyes over, the events of the evening finally catching up with me. I was completely worn out and all I wanted to do now was sleep, especially now I knew I'd be waking up to her properly after all this time. "Sweet dreams, Em,"