Ficlets (Skins, Naomi/Emily)
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thegirl20Title: Untitled ficlets
Fandom(s): Skins
Pairing(s): Emily/Naomi
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Notes: Just some pointless little ficlets that I mostly wrote at work through utter boredom.
Ficlet #1
Emily thought she'd hidden her smile with some degree of success. But finding herself faced with Naomi's frown and folded arms, she realises she had perhaps been less subtle in her amusement than she imagined.
"What?"
Naomi's tone is so petulant that Emily almost reaches over and ruffles her hair. But she contents herself with going up on her tiptoes and kissing that glorious pout until she feels Naomi's lips twist into a reluctant smile. She pulls away and attempts to look contrite.
"What?" Naomi demands again, an eyebrow adding to the inquisition.
"Nothing," Emily says, collapsing onto the sofa and patting the spot beside her.
Naomi waits for a few seconds before sitting down, casting a sidelong glance at Emily who quickly snuggles up against her side, hiding her face in Naomi's shoulder to cover her smirk. Naomi drapes an arm around her shoulders and she turns to face the TV. They watch in silence.
"It's the film isn't it?" Naomi asks. "You think it's shit."
"No, I love the film. It's one of my favourites," Emily says, her voice rich with mirth.
Naomi sighs, slumps a little. Emily turns her head to observe Naomi's profile. She decides to put her out of her misery.
"I'm just a bit surprised that you chose it."
"Why, because I'm an unfeeling bitch who couldn't possibly enjoy a classic love story?"
The sarcasm is clear, as is the insecurity that underlies it. Emily presses her lips against Naomi's neck, murmuring against warm skin as she moves up to her jaw.
"No. I...I s'pose I was expecting a four hour documentary about the forgotten Pygmy tribes of the Congo." Kiss. "In Congolese." Nip. "Without subtitles." She brings their lips together.
Naomi snorts, but it's amused rather than indignant and she makes no move to stop Emily as she climbs onto her lap, straddling her thighs. They kiss slowly, Naomi's hands on Emily's waist. Emily draws the kiss to a close and sits up.
"Although, it shouldn't come as a shock that you like a story about an intelligent, spirited young woman falling in love with an arrogant prick."
Naomi's eyebrow makes a slow journey up her forehead before Emily halts it with a stroke of her thumb.
"My, my Fitch, was that an attempt at a subtle allegory to the beginning of our relationship?"
Emily shrugs, the sides of her mouth turning down in her attempt to remain serious. Naomi purses her lips, considering the comparison.
"So I'm Darcy, am I?"
"Except blonder. And a girl. But otherwise, yeah."
Naomi nods as she ponders this.
"All the girls want Darcy."
"Well, he is infuriatingly attractive."
"And you did cream yourself after seeing me getting out of a lake all dripping wet."
"Naomi, I couldn't have given a toss about watching you getting out of that lake. All I wanted was a blanket. I was freezing my tits off."
"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we? I'm rather fond of those."
Emily smothers a laugh and bats Naomi's hands away as they slide up her sides towards her breasts.
"Oh how romantic. I can just imagine Mr Darcy saying that to Lizzy."
"Nah, it'd be more like 'Oh, Miss Elizabeth, please accept the offer of my jacket around your shoulders to prevent your exquisite bosoms from dropping off from the cold.'"
"You never offered me your jacket."
"I built you a fucking fire, didn't I? You were no help. Just sat there shivering and turning blue."
"I could've fucking had hypothermia or something!"
"It would've served you right. Luring me there to seduce me."
"Seduce you, yeah, that was my plan all along." Emily rolls her eyes. "Fuck's sake, Nai, I was just deliriously happy that you were even talking to me."
Naomi flinches, Emily almost misses it. She sighs. It's still hard for them to discuss that time. She leans in and kisses Naomi on the mouth, a real, solid kiss. She stays close when the kiss comes to an end, her chin resting on Naomi's shoulder.
"That was pretty much the shittiest thing I've ever done, leaving you there."
Emily's eyes close, she turns her face so that her nose is pressed into Naomi's neck.
"Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do."
Naomi's head droops.
"But you were scared, I get that. I expected...I dunno, too much. I wanted you so much and I had for so long that I forgot how scary it is to feel something you're not expecting to feel."
Naomi arms wind around Emily's slim waist.
"Well, I definitely didn't expect to start college and fall for a red-headed dwarf, that's true."
"Oi," Emily murmurs, her voice carrying very little threat.
"I did fall for you though. Hard," Naomi continues, her voice more gentle than usual. Emily loves when she sounds like this.
"I know."
Emily sits up and smiles, she turns to look over her shoulder at the TV.
"We're missing the film."
Naomi reaches for the remote and switches it off.
"We know how it ends. Happily ever after and all that shit."
Emily smiles.
"Sounds good to me."
~*~
Ficlet #2
She heads out into the late afternoon sunshine after a day of working in the library and spots Naomi's mum's car waiting for her. She notices the 'L' plates before her eyes are drawn to the driver's seat, where Naomi is sitting with a scowl on her face. Gina is leaning against the back of the car, smoking a cigarette.
Emily waves at Gina as she walks towards Naomi's window, knocking on it lightly and startling the girl inside. She winds down the window on the ancient vehicle.
"Hey hot wheels, this is a pleasant surprise," Emily says, leaning down and resting her arms on the edge of the window.
Naomi looks back at her with doleful eyes.
"I'm shit at driving."
"I'm sure you're brilliant," Emily assures her and Gina laughs loudly before turning it into a cough.
"I knocked over a garden gnome before we even left the street."
"Oh...well, at least it wasn't a kid," Emily says, regretting her words when Naomi's face slides into an expression of abject horror, like she hadn't thought of that as a possibility.
Emily glances at Gina and notices that the hand holding the cigarette is shaking slightly and that she seems to be sucking the life out of the thing.
"Take it I'm in the back, yeah?" she asks Naomi, who nods. She leans in and drops a kiss on Naomi's cheek. Gina is grinding out what's left of her cigarette end with her toe as she draws close.
"Is she that bad?" Emily asks, her voice low.
Gina looks over at her with pity.
"Just fasten your seatbelt and close your eyes."
Emily clambers into the backseat, trying not to lose her dignity in the process. She takes the seat directly behind Naomi so that she can't really see what's going on.
Gina takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey.
"OK then, off we go."
Naomi sighs and turns the key, the car rumbles into life.
"Now, love, let's see if we can get out of second gear this time, eh?" Gina speaks in a calm, soothing tone, with apparently infinite reserves of patience.
"Fuck off, mum. I'm a learner, you're putting too much pressure on me!"
"No darling, I'm trying to make sure you don't burn the arse out of my car, that's all."
Emily hears Naomi take a deep breath before she puts the car in first gear.
"OK sweetheart, now remember, slowly release the clutch and find the biting point."
The engine strains. When Naomi releases the handbrake, the car lurches forward and the engine cuts out. Emily bites her lip.
"One snicker out of you, Fitch and there'll be no sex tonight."
Naomi's face flushes a deep red as she realises what she's just said. Emily glances at Gina, who doesn't bat an eyelid.
"I think she'd probably settle for getting home in one piece, love. Now let's try this again."
Emily leans forward and places a hand on Naomi's shoulder, squeezes.
"Remember, I think you can do anything."
Naomi turns and rolls her eyes at Emily, but she is grinning like an idiot. She shakes her head and faces forward again.
"Soppy git," she mutters.
Emily watches her square her shoulders and can imagine the concentration on her face as she goes through the motions of starting the car again. This time, the engine hums and when the handbrake is released, the car moves away from the pavement in a smooth motion.
“Second gear,” Gina whispers, as if she’s afraid to startle Naomi into making a mistake.
Naomi makes the shift easily and the car picks up pace. Gina glances over her shoulder and raises her eyebrows at Emily who smiles in response. Gina opens her mouth but before she gets the words out, Naomi is already moving into third gear.
“Fucking hell,” Gina exclaims. She turns to wink at Emily. “I didn’t realise all you needed was your little inspirational speaker in the back.”
“Shut up, mum,” Naomi grits out, concentration taking away her usual level of vitriol.
“Tell you what, Em. If she makes it into fourth gear, I’ll shag you.”
The car swerves violently to the left.
~*~
This one was written for the prompt 'Skins, Naomi/Emily, Cyprus' in the Femslash Today Porn Battle.
Ficlet #3
She stretches, one of her arms under the pillow, the other blindly reaching out to find only cool, crisp sheets. She prises one eye open to confirm that she is alone in the bed. A small pink piece of paper is lying on the pillow next to her own. She smiles and reaches for it, pushing too-long blonde hair out of her eyes as she reads.
'Gone to get breakfast. Back soon. Love ya. Em x'
Her smile grows into something resembling a dopey grin. She turns onto her back and sighs in contentment. The sun is already warm through the open window, the sky a brilliant blue. Yes, this had been her best idea ever. She remembers the look on Emily's face when she handed her the tickets.
*
Naomi was sitting on the steps outside the college, having a fag. A body dropped down to sit beside her, depositing a heavy bag of books on her feet.
"Ow," she said, cigarette still in her mouth.
"Sorry, babe," Emily said, leaning in to kiss her cheek and resting her head on her shoulder. "I brought them to take back to the library but they weigh a fucking ton, I'm buggered."
"Knowledge is a heavy burden to bear," Naomi said, nodding sagely as she dropped her cigarette and stubbed it out with her toe.
"It'll be worth the effort if I passed my exams."
Naomi scoffed.
"Pfft, Ems, you're the most conscientious student in this place. Of course you passed your exams. They'll probably need to invent a new grade to give you because your answers will be so stunningly brilliant and insightful."
Emily turned her face and pressed a kiss to Naomi's neck.
"Thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere."
“I’ve already been everywhere,” Naomi murmured, rummaging around in her bag.
"You know, if you got a smaller bag, you might be able to find stuff occasionally," Emily suggested.
"But I wouldn't be able to fit as much stuff in it, would I?" Naomi reasoned, finally locating what she'd been looking for.
She held up a plain white envelope and tried not to blush.
"Here," she said, giving the envelope to Emily.
Emily looked at her in confusion.
"What's this?"
Naomi rolled her eyes.
"Open it and find out."
"It's not my birthday..."
"I know that."
Emily's eyes went wide.
"Oh fuck. It's our anniversary isn't it? The Love Ball was a year ago today. Shit, Naomi, I didn't get you anything...we...I...I thought we were counting our anniversary as...well, we celebrated on the anniversary of the day we first had se-"
"It's not for bloody anything in particular, just open the fucking envelope!" Naomi half-shouted.
"Right, sorry," Emily mumbled, peeling the envelope open and pulling out another envelope, this time with 'easyjet' emblazoned on it in orange writing.
Emily opened the second envelope and pulled out two flight tickets. When she finally looked up at Naomi, her eyes were shining.
"We're going to Cyprus?" she whispered.
Naomi shrugged.
"If you fancy it," she said, attempting to be casual, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at Emily's reaction.
"But...how did...how could you afford this?" Emily asked, her fingers reverently tracing across the print on the tickets.
"I've been keeping my eye out for a good deal, and my mum has a friend out there so we're staying at his hotel," Naomi leaned in closer to Emily to whisper. "I'm pretty sure she was shagging him at one point so we're getting a freebie."
"This is...I can't believe this," Emily said. She turned to look at Naomi with big, serious eyes. "I love you."
Naomi laughed and wrapped her arm around Emily, pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.
"I know that you silly twat, don't get all soppy on me now. Who says it's a romantic gesture, anyway? Maybe I just want to keep you locked in a hotel room and have my wicked way with you for seven days straight."
Emily giggled against her shoulder.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Naomi closed her eyes.
"Maybe both."
*
Naomi is drawn from her reminiscences by the sound of the door opening. She smiles as Emily enters carrying two Styrofoam cups and a bag. Emily struggles slightly as she attempts to close the door without spilling hot liquid everywhere, but her eyes brighten when they land on Naomi.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
Naomi stretches again. She brings her hands down so they are behind her head.
“Nearly.”
Emily comes and sits by Naomi on the bed, depositing the cups and the bag on the bedside cabinet.”
“Mmmm, smells good.”
Emily lifts the corner of the bag to reveal a loaf of bread.
“It’s baked fresh, I waited on them taking it out of the oven.”
“I wasn’t talking about the bread,” Naomi says, grabbing Emily’s waist with both hands and pulling her down into a kiss.
Emily is only thrown for a second and responds eagerly, her hands skimming up Naomi’s bare sides, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. Naomi shivers and surges forward, forcing Emily onto her back, keeping their lips fused together all the way. Naomi pulls back and hovers over Emily, her blonde hair practically glowing in the early morning sunshine.
“Uh uh uh,” she chastises as Emily trails a hand down her stomach. “You wore me out last night. I’m sore in bits of me I didn’t know I had. Now it’s my turn.”
She watches Emily’s pupils flare with desire and feels her own body react. She quickly divests Emily of her t-shirt and moves in to kiss her lips briefly before shifting her attention to Emily’s neck, nipping and licking at the patch of skin just below her earlobe. Emily starts to squirm underneath her as she carries on down, licking a stripe along Emily’s clavicle.
She sucks on the skin just hard enough to leave a mark. There’s no Jenna here to shoot them disgusted looks, no Katie to make sarcastic remarks about vampires, it’s just them. She hates herself for wanting to brand Emily, it seems to contradict all of her feminist principles. But some part of her brain wants the world to know that this girl is hers.
Emily’s hands tangle in her hair as she flattens her tongue against a hardened nipple before taking it into her mouth. Her hand slides up Emily’s thigh, under her skirt and into her pants. She already knows what to expect and isn’t disappointed when Emily’s hips rise up, bringing her hand into contact with wet heat. Her fingers slide against Emily easily, with no great urgency. Emily tugs on her hair and she stretches up for a languid kiss.
She circles Emily’s clit and Emily wrenches her mouth away in a gasp. Naomi moves back down, kissing Emily’s quivering stomach and swirling her tongue in her bellybutton briefly. She slides off the bed and onto her knees, pulling on Emily’s hips, urging her down until she is at the edge of the bed.
Naomi runs her short nails up the inside of Emily’s thigh, noting the contrast between the creamy whiteness of the skin and her own tanned arm. Using both hands, she pulls Emily’s underwear down her legs and throws them over her shoulder, turning back to the inviting sight before her. She leans in and swipes at the glistening flesh once with her tongue, slowly, dragging a moan from Emily. She lifts both of Emily’s legs and hooks them over her shoulders before setting about her task with vigour.
“Jesus fuck!”
Naomi smiles at the slightly muffled exclamation from somewhere above her. She flicks the tip of her tongue against Emily’s clit and feels her whole body spasm in response. She continues teasing the enflamed flesh, but eventually caves in to Emily’s please for release, flattening her tongue and licking one final, torturous path up Emily’s centre. She supports Emily’s hips as they rise up, her heels digging into Naomi’s shoulders, hands gripping the sheets before she collapses back down.
Naomi is there, urging her back up the bed, cradling her quaking body and kissing her face. They lie tangled up in one another until the sun has moved enough to shine on Emily’s face, making her squint and prop herself up on an elbow.
“The coffee will be cold,” she observes.
Naomi shrugs happily. Emily drops back down and snuggles into Naomi, hiding her face from the sun by pressing it into Naomi’s neck.
“Can we stay here forever, like this?” Emily asks, her voice taking on an edge of sleep.
“Of course we can,” Naomi says, brushing Emily’s hair away from her eyes. “Or at least until Thursday.”
Emily smiles.
“That’ll do for now.”
Fandom(s): Skins
Pairing(s): Emily/Naomi
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Notes: Just some pointless little ficlets that I mostly wrote at work through utter boredom.
Ficlet #1
Emily thought she'd hidden her smile with some degree of success. But finding herself faced with Naomi's frown and folded arms, she realises she had perhaps been less subtle in her amusement than she imagined.
"What?"
Naomi's tone is so petulant that Emily almost reaches over and ruffles her hair. But she contents herself with going up on her tiptoes and kissing that glorious pout until she feels Naomi's lips twist into a reluctant smile. She pulls away and attempts to look contrite.
"What?" Naomi demands again, an eyebrow adding to the inquisition.
"Nothing," Emily says, collapsing onto the sofa and patting the spot beside her.
Naomi waits for a few seconds before sitting down, casting a sidelong glance at Emily who quickly snuggles up against her side, hiding her face in Naomi's shoulder to cover her smirk. Naomi drapes an arm around her shoulders and she turns to face the TV. They watch in silence.
"It's the film isn't it?" Naomi asks. "You think it's shit."
"No, I love the film. It's one of my favourites," Emily says, her voice rich with mirth.
Naomi sighs, slumps a little. Emily turns her head to observe Naomi's profile. She decides to put her out of her misery.
"I'm just a bit surprised that you chose it."
"Why, because I'm an unfeeling bitch who couldn't possibly enjoy a classic love story?"
The sarcasm is clear, as is the insecurity that underlies it. Emily presses her lips against Naomi's neck, murmuring against warm skin as she moves up to her jaw.
"No. I...I s'pose I was expecting a four hour documentary about the forgotten Pygmy tribes of the Congo." Kiss. "In Congolese." Nip. "Without subtitles." She brings their lips together.
Naomi snorts, but it's amused rather than indignant and she makes no move to stop Emily as she climbs onto her lap, straddling her thighs. They kiss slowly, Naomi's hands on Emily's waist. Emily draws the kiss to a close and sits up.
"Although, it shouldn't come as a shock that you like a story about an intelligent, spirited young woman falling in love with an arrogant prick."
Naomi's eyebrow makes a slow journey up her forehead before Emily halts it with a stroke of her thumb.
"My, my Fitch, was that an attempt at a subtle allegory to the beginning of our relationship?"
Emily shrugs, the sides of her mouth turning down in her attempt to remain serious. Naomi purses her lips, considering the comparison.
"So I'm Darcy, am I?"
"Except blonder. And a girl. But otherwise, yeah."
Naomi nods as she ponders this.
"All the girls want Darcy."
"Well, he is infuriatingly attractive."
"And you did cream yourself after seeing me getting out of a lake all dripping wet."
"Naomi, I couldn't have given a toss about watching you getting out of that lake. All I wanted was a blanket. I was freezing my tits off."
"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we? I'm rather fond of those."
Emily smothers a laugh and bats Naomi's hands away as they slide up her sides towards her breasts.
"Oh how romantic. I can just imagine Mr Darcy saying that to Lizzy."
"Nah, it'd be more like 'Oh, Miss Elizabeth, please accept the offer of my jacket around your shoulders to prevent your exquisite bosoms from dropping off from the cold.'"
"You never offered me your jacket."
"I built you a fucking fire, didn't I? You were no help. Just sat there shivering and turning blue."
"I could've fucking had hypothermia or something!"
"It would've served you right. Luring me there to seduce me."
"Seduce you, yeah, that was my plan all along." Emily rolls her eyes. "Fuck's sake, Nai, I was just deliriously happy that you were even talking to me."
Naomi flinches, Emily almost misses it. She sighs. It's still hard for them to discuss that time. She leans in and kisses Naomi on the mouth, a real, solid kiss. She stays close when the kiss comes to an end, her chin resting on Naomi's shoulder.
"That was pretty much the shittiest thing I've ever done, leaving you there."
Emily's eyes close, she turns her face so that her nose is pressed into Naomi's neck.
"Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do."
Naomi's head droops.
"But you were scared, I get that. I expected...I dunno, too much. I wanted you so much and I had for so long that I forgot how scary it is to feel something you're not expecting to feel."
Naomi arms wind around Emily's slim waist.
"Well, I definitely didn't expect to start college and fall for a red-headed dwarf, that's true."
"Oi," Emily murmurs, her voice carrying very little threat.
"I did fall for you though. Hard," Naomi continues, her voice more gentle than usual. Emily loves when she sounds like this.
"I know."
Emily sits up and smiles, she turns to look over her shoulder at the TV.
"We're missing the film."
Naomi reaches for the remote and switches it off.
"We know how it ends. Happily ever after and all that shit."
Emily smiles.
"Sounds good to me."
~*~
Ficlet #2
She heads out into the late afternoon sunshine after a day of working in the library and spots Naomi's mum's car waiting for her. She notices the 'L' plates before her eyes are drawn to the driver's seat, where Naomi is sitting with a scowl on her face. Gina is leaning against the back of the car, smoking a cigarette.
Emily waves at Gina as she walks towards Naomi's window, knocking on it lightly and startling the girl inside. She winds down the window on the ancient vehicle.
"Hey hot wheels, this is a pleasant surprise," Emily says, leaning down and resting her arms on the edge of the window.
Naomi looks back at her with doleful eyes.
"I'm shit at driving."
"I'm sure you're brilliant," Emily assures her and Gina laughs loudly before turning it into a cough.
"I knocked over a garden gnome before we even left the street."
"Oh...well, at least it wasn't a kid," Emily says, regretting her words when Naomi's face slides into an expression of abject horror, like she hadn't thought of that as a possibility.
Emily glances at Gina and notices that the hand holding the cigarette is shaking slightly and that she seems to be sucking the life out of the thing.
"Take it I'm in the back, yeah?" she asks Naomi, who nods. She leans in and drops a kiss on Naomi's cheek. Gina is grinding out what's left of her cigarette end with her toe as she draws close.
"Is she that bad?" Emily asks, her voice low.
Gina looks over at her with pity.
"Just fasten your seatbelt and close your eyes."
Emily clambers into the backseat, trying not to lose her dignity in the process. She takes the seat directly behind Naomi so that she can't really see what's going on.
Gina takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey.
"OK then, off we go."
Naomi sighs and turns the key, the car rumbles into life.
"Now, love, let's see if we can get out of second gear this time, eh?" Gina speaks in a calm, soothing tone, with apparently infinite reserves of patience.
"Fuck off, mum. I'm a learner, you're putting too much pressure on me!"
"No darling, I'm trying to make sure you don't burn the arse out of my car, that's all."
Emily hears Naomi take a deep breath before she puts the car in first gear.
"OK sweetheart, now remember, slowly release the clutch and find the biting point."
The engine strains. When Naomi releases the handbrake, the car lurches forward and the engine cuts out. Emily bites her lip.
"One snicker out of you, Fitch and there'll be no sex tonight."
Naomi's face flushes a deep red as she realises what she's just said. Emily glances at Gina, who doesn't bat an eyelid.
"I think she'd probably settle for getting home in one piece, love. Now let's try this again."
Emily leans forward and places a hand on Naomi's shoulder, squeezes.
"Remember, I think you can do anything."
Naomi turns and rolls her eyes at Emily, but she is grinning like an idiot. She shakes her head and faces forward again.
"Soppy git," she mutters.
Emily watches her square her shoulders and can imagine the concentration on her face as she goes through the motions of starting the car again. This time, the engine hums and when the handbrake is released, the car moves away from the pavement in a smooth motion.
“Second gear,” Gina whispers, as if she’s afraid to startle Naomi into making a mistake.
Naomi makes the shift easily and the car picks up pace. Gina glances over her shoulder and raises her eyebrows at Emily who smiles in response. Gina opens her mouth but before she gets the words out, Naomi is already moving into third gear.
“Fucking hell,” Gina exclaims. She turns to wink at Emily. “I didn’t realise all you needed was your little inspirational speaker in the back.”
“Shut up, mum,” Naomi grits out, concentration taking away her usual level of vitriol.
“Tell you what, Em. If she makes it into fourth gear, I’ll shag you.”
The car swerves violently to the left.
~*~
This one was written for the prompt 'Skins, Naomi/Emily, Cyprus' in the Femslash Today Porn Battle.
Ficlet #3
She stretches, one of her arms under the pillow, the other blindly reaching out to find only cool, crisp sheets. She prises one eye open to confirm that she is alone in the bed. A small pink piece of paper is lying on the pillow next to her own. She smiles and reaches for it, pushing too-long blonde hair out of her eyes as she reads.
'Gone to get breakfast. Back soon. Love ya. Em x'
Her smile grows into something resembling a dopey grin. She turns onto her back and sighs in contentment. The sun is already warm through the open window, the sky a brilliant blue. Yes, this had been her best idea ever. She remembers the look on Emily's face when she handed her the tickets.
*
Naomi was sitting on the steps outside the college, having a fag. A body dropped down to sit beside her, depositing a heavy bag of books on her feet.
"Ow," she said, cigarette still in her mouth.
"Sorry, babe," Emily said, leaning in to kiss her cheek and resting her head on her shoulder. "I brought them to take back to the library but they weigh a fucking ton, I'm buggered."
"Knowledge is a heavy burden to bear," Naomi said, nodding sagely as she dropped her cigarette and stubbed it out with her toe.
"It'll be worth the effort if I passed my exams."
Naomi scoffed.
"Pfft, Ems, you're the most conscientious student in this place. Of course you passed your exams. They'll probably need to invent a new grade to give you because your answers will be so stunningly brilliant and insightful."
Emily turned her face and pressed a kiss to Naomi's neck.
"Thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere."
“I’ve already been everywhere,” Naomi murmured, rummaging around in her bag.
"You know, if you got a smaller bag, you might be able to find stuff occasionally," Emily suggested.
"But I wouldn't be able to fit as much stuff in it, would I?" Naomi reasoned, finally locating what she'd been looking for.
She held up a plain white envelope and tried not to blush.
"Here," she said, giving the envelope to Emily.
Emily looked at her in confusion.
"What's this?"
Naomi rolled her eyes.
"Open it and find out."
"It's not my birthday..."
"I know that."
Emily's eyes went wide.
"Oh fuck. It's our anniversary isn't it? The Love Ball was a year ago today. Shit, Naomi, I didn't get you anything...we...I...I thought we were counting our anniversary as...well, we celebrated on the anniversary of the day we first had se-"
"It's not for bloody anything in particular, just open the fucking envelope!" Naomi half-shouted.
"Right, sorry," Emily mumbled, peeling the envelope open and pulling out another envelope, this time with 'easyjet' emblazoned on it in orange writing.
Emily opened the second envelope and pulled out two flight tickets. When she finally looked up at Naomi, her eyes were shining.
"We're going to Cyprus?" she whispered.
Naomi shrugged.
"If you fancy it," she said, attempting to be casual, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at Emily's reaction.
"But...how did...how could you afford this?" Emily asked, her fingers reverently tracing across the print on the tickets.
"I've been keeping my eye out for a good deal, and my mum has a friend out there so we're staying at his hotel," Naomi leaned in closer to Emily to whisper. "I'm pretty sure she was shagging him at one point so we're getting a freebie."
"This is...I can't believe this," Emily said. She turned to look at Naomi with big, serious eyes. "I love you."
Naomi laughed and wrapped her arm around Emily, pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.
"I know that you silly twat, don't get all soppy on me now. Who says it's a romantic gesture, anyway? Maybe I just want to keep you locked in a hotel room and have my wicked way with you for seven days straight."
Emily giggled against her shoulder.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Naomi closed her eyes.
"Maybe both."
*
Naomi is drawn from her reminiscences by the sound of the door opening. She smiles as Emily enters carrying two Styrofoam cups and a bag. Emily struggles slightly as she attempts to close the door without spilling hot liquid everywhere, but her eyes brighten when they land on Naomi.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
Naomi stretches again. She brings her hands down so they are behind her head.
“Nearly.”
Emily comes and sits by Naomi on the bed, depositing the cups and the bag on the bedside cabinet.”
“Mmmm, smells good.”
Emily lifts the corner of the bag to reveal a loaf of bread.
“It’s baked fresh, I waited on them taking it out of the oven.”
“I wasn’t talking about the bread,” Naomi says, grabbing Emily’s waist with both hands and pulling her down into a kiss.
Emily is only thrown for a second and responds eagerly, her hands skimming up Naomi’s bare sides, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. Naomi shivers and surges forward, forcing Emily onto her back, keeping their lips fused together all the way. Naomi pulls back and hovers over Emily, her blonde hair practically glowing in the early morning sunshine.
“Uh uh uh,” she chastises as Emily trails a hand down her stomach. “You wore me out last night. I’m sore in bits of me I didn’t know I had. Now it’s my turn.”
She watches Emily’s pupils flare with desire and feels her own body react. She quickly divests Emily of her t-shirt and moves in to kiss her lips briefly before shifting her attention to Emily’s neck, nipping and licking at the patch of skin just below her earlobe. Emily starts to squirm underneath her as she carries on down, licking a stripe along Emily’s clavicle.
She sucks on the skin just hard enough to leave a mark. There’s no Jenna here to shoot them disgusted looks, no Katie to make sarcastic remarks about vampires, it’s just them. She hates herself for wanting to brand Emily, it seems to contradict all of her feminist principles. But some part of her brain wants the world to know that this girl is hers.
Emily’s hands tangle in her hair as she flattens her tongue against a hardened nipple before taking it into her mouth. Her hand slides up Emily’s thigh, under her skirt and into her pants. She already knows what to expect and isn’t disappointed when Emily’s hips rise up, bringing her hand into contact with wet heat. Her fingers slide against Emily easily, with no great urgency. Emily tugs on her hair and she stretches up for a languid kiss.
She circles Emily’s clit and Emily wrenches her mouth away in a gasp. Naomi moves back down, kissing Emily’s quivering stomach and swirling her tongue in her bellybutton briefly. She slides off the bed and onto her knees, pulling on Emily’s hips, urging her down until she is at the edge of the bed.
Naomi runs her short nails up the inside of Emily’s thigh, noting the contrast between the creamy whiteness of the skin and her own tanned arm. Using both hands, she pulls Emily’s underwear down her legs and throws them over her shoulder, turning back to the inviting sight before her. She leans in and swipes at the glistening flesh once with her tongue, slowly, dragging a moan from Emily. She lifts both of Emily’s legs and hooks them over her shoulders before setting about her task with vigour.
“Jesus fuck!”
Naomi smiles at the slightly muffled exclamation from somewhere above her. She flicks the tip of her tongue against Emily’s clit and feels her whole body spasm in response. She continues teasing the enflamed flesh, but eventually caves in to Emily’s please for release, flattening her tongue and licking one final, torturous path up Emily’s centre. She supports Emily’s hips as they rise up, her heels digging into Naomi’s shoulders, hands gripping the sheets before she collapses back down.
Naomi is there, urging her back up the bed, cradling her quaking body and kissing her face. They lie tangled up in one another until the sun has moved enough to shine on Emily’s face, making her squint and prop herself up on an elbow.
“The coffee will be cold,” she observes.
Naomi shrugs happily. Emily drops back down and snuggles into Naomi, hiding her face from the sun by pressing it into Naomi’s neck.
“Can we stay here forever, like this?” Emily asks, her voice taking on an edge of sleep.
“Of course we can,” Naomi says, brushing Emily’s hair away from her eyes. “Or at least until Thursday.”
Emily smiles.
“That’ll do for now.”
