It's not that Easy - Part Eight!
I was motivated to the extreme this week... so some serious ninja took place!
Enjoy lovely people...!
Author: Itinerant Poet
Title: It’s not that easy 8/?
Pairing: Naomily
Rating: M (for possible content later)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this; it’s just what happens in my mind sometimes.
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Naomi felt a blush dance across her skin, her drink felt suddenly heavy and she had to grasp it with both hands for fear of its dropping to the floor.
“Urm, thanks. I think. If you meant me. Obviously you could have meant anyone. Not like we’re… anything…something…You could save me here you know?” Naomi spluttered.
“This is much more fun” Emily smirked, letting her fingers absent mindedly trace a pattern around the rim of the glass.
This movement had caught Naomi’s attention and she couldn’t’ quite tear her eyes away, letting the slow movement entrance her into a daydream.
“Nai, you ok, where’ve you gone?” Emily let some concern drop into her voice, the blonde in front of her was seemingly in a trance, staring straight ahead, albeit a little downwards, with the blush from before slowly leaving her porcelain skin.
“What, sorry, was trying to work out what this sample was, you know, in the song,” Naomi managed to keep a straight face, quickly taking a gulp of her drink to mask her lie.
“Right, yeah, of course, and its Peggy Lee…” Emily explained, just as the music turned form a gentle hum to a loud thumping bass throughout the house. The last of her words seems to dissolve into the air, getting carried away by the voice singing.
“You want to…. DANCE?” the last of Naomi’s words had to be shouted, the deafening beats now a permanent fixture in this room of the house.
Emily stepped closer, her body now merely millimetres away, each tiny hair across her body standing to attention, she took one final gulp of her drink before replying, letting her proximity cause a new tension to flow between.
“If you’re asking,” Emily said, leaning in slightly so that Naomi could hear her, “Then I would definitely like to dance.” With the shots from earlier coursing through her veins, Emily had found some confidence, she let her little finger graze over Naomi’s, just teasing her with the contact. Naomi had held hands with plenty of people, but the fire that was currently burning from the contact with Emily was a whole new world of explosions.
Naomi’s face lit up, and with a swift action she had necked the last of her drink, and slotted her cup nicely into Emily’s empty one so her left hand was free. Naomi let a cheeky side smile dance over her lips as Emily realised what she had just done, and before she could pause long enough to loose her courage she grabbed the cups and chucked them onto the table just behind them. The room had been emptied, and just a few tables and the bar filled the vast space. Naomi couldn’t even work out for a moment which room this was actually meant to be when the house wasn’t filled with teenagers as she let her eyes wander around the ceiling decorations. Her arm suddenly jerked in its socket and looking down she found Emily smirking and trying to pull her towards the throng of dancers.
“YOU WANTED TO DANCE!!” Emily shouted at her, her voice barely travelling the distance between them as Naomi noticed the temperature drop. Emily had been so close that the heat had built, and now with her body at arms length Naomi could feel the air moving passed her.
As they moved towards the mass off dancers they seemed to be enveloped, swallowed by the crowds of sweaty groups and individuals high on compounds and alcohol. The lights in the room were barely there, the odd pulse from a light by the DJ and the translucent glowsticks which marked the hardcore party goers.
Naomi had lost everyone else in the room, the view started and ended with Emily, and with the alcohol now coursing through her veins Naomi wasn’t scared anymore. Reaching out her hand she captured Emily’s fingers with her own, and twirled her around to the beats that were resonating around the white walls.
Out of the corner of her eye Naomi could see the rest of the party carrying on as if nothing had happened, she had been worried, even in her slightly drunk state, that others would care, it was too easy to blame everyone else. Things still felt dangerous to Naomi, when the excitement of her companion made the illicit hand holding feel like she was fighting a fire, where you wish you could sell the electricity because if you keep hold of it as your fingers graze hers you might just explode.
They danced like that for hours, each track effortlessly mixed together so they had no cue to suggest that a break might be in order. Their bodies had gradually moved so close together that it was as if they were living in the depth of the arctic, and the heat emanating from each others bodies was the only way to keep warm. Naomi’s skin had started to tingle, each accidentally brush against Emily had shocked her brain into waking up, the colours around them seemed too vivid to be real, and for a short moment she wondered if there was something other than vodka in her drink.
They twirled, and danced, and spun and laughed until the sweat glazed their bodies. To Naomi her laugh was like an addiction. If it stopped for just one moment the air felt empty, the surroundings felt grey and pale and it was only when, after spinning her again and the laughter returned, could she relax. Naomi noticed that Emily’s energy was lacking, the previous few hours of solid dancing, albeit the short stops for more drinks, had taken it out of them both and it seems as if the red head was ready for a rest.
“I could do with a sit down” Naomi said, her mouth dangerously close to Emily’s ear, her skin just millimetres away from the red heads face. She could breathe in her perfume and drown in the smell of her, she had to fight the need to close her eyes and just breathe.
“Yeah, a rest would be good.” Emily stopped dancing and stood still, her arms swinging gently by her side. If Naomi looked at her for too long she could feel the butterflies begin to take flight in her stomach, she had decided earlier that day that whatever happened at this party would happen for a reason, so with the small amount of courage she still had left she took Emily’s hand in her own.
The crowds that had surged around them earlier now seems to part as Naomi led Emily out of the room, rather than go back out to the hallway and risk running into more drunken people they ducked out of the side door that lead to what could only be described as the dining room. It was not being used for its intended purpose as people sat around on the table, drinking and smoking.
Through another side door they found a small corridor and a set of steps leading up to the first floor, a servants staircase and rooms, here there were just a few revilers taking a few moments to get acquainted with each others bodies and mouths. Naomi felt her hand being gripped a little tighter as they weaved their way through and along the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, just before the doors came to an end Naomi found a small room, with just a single strip of fairy lights, the blue glow of them reflecting off Emily’s dress so she radiated Sapphire. There was just a simple sofa, and a small bookshelf in the corner. An escape from the enormity of the rest of the house this room felt cosy, and lived in, the sofa with indents that seemed to sigh contented comfort. No-one had made it this far yet, the crazy dancing and wild drinking were still in full swing, it wouldn’t be until early morning, when the sun started to rise that every flat, comfy surface would be strewn with revellers and their half dressed bodies.
“Now that looks like a good place to recover” Emily laughed, pulling Naomi into the small room and letting the door shut behind them, without the thumping bass that had travelled down the corridor the air was peaceful and almost calm.
“Does this count as another date?” Naomi interrupted, their conversation for the last half an hour had relaxed into a comfortable hum, as they settled into the sofa, impressing their own marks on the old fabric.
“I don’t know, I guess so, though we didn’t come together, so I don’t know” The alcohol was wearing off and Emily knew that if she was too forward it may ruin the evening.
“I’d like it to be.” Naomi let her gaze drop to her hands that where draped in her lap, they suddenly seemed much more interesting to her than before.
“Hey, look at me.” Emily gently raised her fingers to graze Naomi’s chin and pull it upwards so they faced each other. Although she didn’t admit it Naomi was sure that the sudden contact had ignited just about every fire in the universe and they had all converged in her body.
“I’d like that too.” Emily grinned, letting her fingers drop away so they were left, facing each other on the sofa, hands in their own laps, with the floor gently pulsing from the music below.
Before she could give Emily much chance to formulate another conversation Naomi found some courage, half hidden by the alcohol and intoxication that Emily seems to dispel over her. In one smooth movement, Naomi leant forward, and slowly, innocently captured Emily’s lips with her own. The fireworks in her stomach were incredible and she revelled in the fizz that seems to dance across her skin. She held the kiss for just a moment, her lips delicately pressed to Emily’s before she pulled away, her lips suddenly cold and lonely after the soft, strawberry flavour of Emily.
“Wow” Emily managed to sigh, quietly, as if only to herself.
Enjoy lovely people...!
Author: Itinerant Poet
Title: It’s not that easy 8/?
Pairing: Naomily
Rating: M (for possible content later)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this; it’s just what happens in my mind sometimes.
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Naomi felt a blush dance across her skin, her drink felt suddenly heavy and she had to grasp it with both hands for fear of its dropping to the floor.
“Urm, thanks. I think. If you meant me. Obviously you could have meant anyone. Not like we’re… anything…something…You could save me here you know?” Naomi spluttered.
“This is much more fun” Emily smirked, letting her fingers absent mindedly trace a pattern around the rim of the glass.
This movement had caught Naomi’s attention and she couldn’t’ quite tear her eyes away, letting the slow movement entrance her into a daydream.
“Nai, you ok, where’ve you gone?” Emily let some concern drop into her voice, the blonde in front of her was seemingly in a trance, staring straight ahead, albeit a little downwards, with the blush from before slowly leaving her porcelain skin.
“What, sorry, was trying to work out what this sample was, you know, in the song,” Naomi managed to keep a straight face, quickly taking a gulp of her drink to mask her lie.
“Right, yeah, of course, and its Peggy Lee…” Emily explained, just as the music turned form a gentle hum to a loud thumping bass throughout the house. The last of her words seems to dissolve into the air, getting carried away by the voice singing.
“You want to…. DANCE?” the last of Naomi’s words had to be shouted, the deafening beats now a permanent fixture in this room of the house.
Emily stepped closer, her body now merely millimetres away, each tiny hair across her body standing to attention, she took one final gulp of her drink before replying, letting her proximity cause a new tension to flow between.
“If you’re asking,” Emily said, leaning in slightly so that Naomi could hear her, “Then I would definitely like to dance.” With the shots from earlier coursing through her veins, Emily had found some confidence, she let her little finger graze over Naomi’s, just teasing her with the contact. Naomi had held hands with plenty of people, but the fire that was currently burning from the contact with Emily was a whole new world of explosions.
Naomi’s face lit up, and with a swift action she had necked the last of her drink, and slotted her cup nicely into Emily’s empty one so her left hand was free. Naomi let a cheeky side smile dance over her lips as Emily realised what she had just done, and before she could pause long enough to loose her courage she grabbed the cups and chucked them onto the table just behind them. The room had been emptied, and just a few tables and the bar filled the vast space. Naomi couldn’t even work out for a moment which room this was actually meant to be when the house wasn’t filled with teenagers as she let her eyes wander around the ceiling decorations. Her arm suddenly jerked in its socket and looking down she found Emily smirking and trying to pull her towards the throng of dancers.
“YOU WANTED TO DANCE!!” Emily shouted at her, her voice barely travelling the distance between them as Naomi noticed the temperature drop. Emily had been so close that the heat had built, and now with her body at arms length Naomi could feel the air moving passed her.
As they moved towards the mass off dancers they seemed to be enveloped, swallowed by the crowds of sweaty groups and individuals high on compounds and alcohol. The lights in the room were barely there, the odd pulse from a light by the DJ and the translucent glowsticks which marked the hardcore party goers.
Naomi had lost everyone else in the room, the view started and ended with Emily, and with the alcohol now coursing through her veins Naomi wasn’t scared anymore. Reaching out her hand she captured Emily’s fingers with her own, and twirled her around to the beats that were resonating around the white walls.
Out of the corner of her eye Naomi could see the rest of the party carrying on as if nothing had happened, she had been worried, even in her slightly drunk state, that others would care, it was too easy to blame everyone else. Things still felt dangerous to Naomi, when the excitement of her companion made the illicit hand holding feel like she was fighting a fire, where you wish you could sell the electricity because if you keep hold of it as your fingers graze hers you might just explode.
They danced like that for hours, each track effortlessly mixed together so they had no cue to suggest that a break might be in order. Their bodies had gradually moved so close together that it was as if they were living in the depth of the arctic, and the heat emanating from each others bodies was the only way to keep warm. Naomi’s skin had started to tingle, each accidentally brush against Emily had shocked her brain into waking up, the colours around them seemed too vivid to be real, and for a short moment she wondered if there was something other than vodka in her drink.
They twirled, and danced, and spun and laughed until the sweat glazed their bodies. To Naomi her laugh was like an addiction. If it stopped for just one moment the air felt empty, the surroundings felt grey and pale and it was only when, after spinning her again and the laughter returned, could she relax. Naomi noticed that Emily’s energy was lacking, the previous few hours of solid dancing, albeit the short stops for more drinks, had taken it out of them both and it seems as if the red head was ready for a rest.
“I could do with a sit down” Naomi said, her mouth dangerously close to Emily’s ear, her skin just millimetres away from the red heads face. She could breathe in her perfume and drown in the smell of her, she had to fight the need to close her eyes and just breathe.
“Yeah, a rest would be good.” Emily stopped dancing and stood still, her arms swinging gently by her side. If Naomi looked at her for too long she could feel the butterflies begin to take flight in her stomach, she had decided earlier that day that whatever happened at this party would happen for a reason, so with the small amount of courage she still had left she took Emily’s hand in her own.
The crowds that had surged around them earlier now seems to part as Naomi led Emily out of the room, rather than go back out to the hallway and risk running into more drunken people they ducked out of the side door that lead to what could only be described as the dining room. It was not being used for its intended purpose as people sat around on the table, drinking and smoking.
Through another side door they found a small corridor and a set of steps leading up to the first floor, a servants staircase and rooms, here there were just a few revilers taking a few moments to get acquainted with each others bodies and mouths. Naomi felt her hand being gripped a little tighter as they weaved their way through and along the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, just before the doors came to an end Naomi found a small room, with just a single strip of fairy lights, the blue glow of them reflecting off Emily’s dress so she radiated Sapphire. There was just a simple sofa, and a small bookshelf in the corner. An escape from the enormity of the rest of the house this room felt cosy, and lived in, the sofa with indents that seemed to sigh contented comfort. No-one had made it this far yet, the crazy dancing and wild drinking were still in full swing, it wouldn’t be until early morning, when the sun started to rise that every flat, comfy surface would be strewn with revellers and their half dressed bodies.
“Now that looks like a good place to recover” Emily laughed, pulling Naomi into the small room and letting the door shut behind them, without the thumping bass that had travelled down the corridor the air was peaceful and almost calm.
“Does this count as another date?” Naomi interrupted, their conversation for the last half an hour had relaxed into a comfortable hum, as they settled into the sofa, impressing their own marks on the old fabric.
“I don’t know, I guess so, though we didn’t come together, so I don’t know” The alcohol was wearing off and Emily knew that if she was too forward it may ruin the evening.
“I’d like it to be.” Naomi let her gaze drop to her hands that where draped in her lap, they suddenly seemed much more interesting to her than before.
“Hey, look at me.” Emily gently raised her fingers to graze Naomi’s chin and pull it upwards so they faced each other. Although she didn’t admit it Naomi was sure that the sudden contact had ignited just about every fire in the universe and they had all converged in her body.
“I’d like that too.” Emily grinned, letting her fingers drop away so they were left, facing each other on the sofa, hands in their own laps, with the floor gently pulsing from the music below.
Before she could give Emily much chance to formulate another conversation Naomi found some courage, half hidden by the alcohol and intoxication that Emily seems to dispel over her. In one smooth movement, Naomi leant forward, and slowly, innocently captured Emily’s lips with her own. The fireworks in her stomach were incredible and she revelled in the fizz that seems to dance across her skin. She held the kiss for just a moment, her lips delicately pressed to Emily’s before she pulled away, her lips suddenly cold and lonely after the soft, strawberry flavour of Emily.
“Wow” Emily managed to sigh, quietly, as if only to herself.