Author's Apology --- Breakdown (Naomily)
Breakdown
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Skins, Naomi/Emily, Emily/other
Rating: M
Author’s Notes: Written as a response to the use of the suicidal lesbian stereotype by the Skins peeps; Published as an apology for the lack of updates on “Past Present”. To those who remain interested, Chapter 8 is in progress. Unbeta’ed, all mistakes mine.
Gratitude Alert: Thank you to all those who review my work at ff.net and lj. Your encouragement brings joy.
When she went upstairs to talk to Naomi, she set the note down on a nearby desk and forestalled whatever the blonde wanted to say by moving to kiss her.
Whatever the other woman thought of what happened that time, to Emily it could only be called fucking. When they were done, she sat up, got out of bed and started looking for her clothes. It was reminiscent of another time she stormed out of a freshly fucked Naomi. With one quick glance back, she said, "If you meant it, that you'll do anything, don't be here tomorrow". She's not going to leave the blonde with a request though, so as a final point she added, “And thanks for... this. Let's do it again sometime."
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A month later, at another shindig Thomas was orchestrating, Emily saw Naomi. She stared and waited for the blonde to see her, to meet her eyes. With a slight tilt of her head, she started towards the ladies room. Naomi followed and was greeted by the sight of Emily by the sink, leaning back with arms crossed. She uncrosses her arms as Naomi walked closer. With a glance to the side, Emily walks ahead into one of the cubicles.
She closed the lid and sat on the toilet. "Lock the door", she softly commanded and Naomi complied. As she began walking towards the redhead, Emily began lifting the hem of Naomi's dress and pulling her knickers down. As they gazed into each other's eyes, without hesitation Emily shoved two fingers into her and the blonde gasped, on reflex placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders.
Emily stood up and began thrusting. She placed her free hand on Naomi's lower back, pulling her in as she lifts a thigh to thrust against the back of her hand that was now insistently pumping inside the blonde.
Naomi moved to cup the other woman's face, but Emily uttered a harsh no with a particularly hard thrust.
“Please…”
“Anything, right?”, Emily pulled her head down and whispered, “Come for me then”.
She began moving her hand more forcefully, placing her free hand to Naomi's side to better guide the blonde's hips in time with her thrusts. With her leg solidly supported by the toilet, she had the leverage she needed. She pushed the blonde a bit back and inserted two more fingers, the most they have ever gone.
She didn't stop when the blonde hang hear head down and grabbed her shoulders. “Em...please…”
Emily held her close and sucked on her neck, her voice huskier than usual she said, “c'mon, let go and come for me, sweetheart.”
She could feel the blonde begin to tremble as she almost uncontrollably began riding her hand with a look of concentration on her face. “I love you...”
“Stop talking.” With frenzied movements, emily began thrusting as fast and as hard as she could, moving past the discomfort in her arm and leg. What she hadn't counted on was that with her leg hiked up, her jeans would then bunch against her clit with movements that resonated with every pull she made on Naomi. “Fuck”, she exhaled as her own arousal began to rise.
They've mostly made love before Naomi fucked things up. Not that they were always vanilla, but this, what they were doing now, this was different. She certainly never had the upper hand like she did now. Some part of her was always careful with Naomi, afraid to let the other woman see how much she needed the blonde. Emily knew, more than anyone, how vulnerable Naomi was underneath her sarcastic veneer. She remembered that most of all; it was time to remind Naomi that she knew what to do with that bit of insider information. “ Let go, love, I'm here”.
With a few more thrusts, Naomi began clenching against her fingers, moisture drenching her hand. She kept thrusting throughout the blonde’s orgasm.
Emily pulled her leg back but kept her hand inside Naomi. She leaned forward to kiss the other woman's neck. “Thanks, that was fun,” she whispered as she pulled out. She left the cubicle without looking back as Naomi's tears began falling.
Before Emily managed to get out of the door to find that night’s random girl, she heard Naomi say tiredly, ”I'm not giving up on us, Em.”
Suit yourself, Emily wanted to say, but walked on instead.
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She was beautiful, pleasant enough company, and she certainly knew how to get a woman off. But Emily always needed to shut her eyes tightly before falling off the edge. She always kept them close for a few moments afterwards, afraid that her eyes would reveal that she wasn't really there, that it was the memory of someone else that made her fall, and whoever had her hand or mouth on her was a substitute. It was never enough, though, to compensate, to assuage her anger about Sophia. Even during the first time she fucked and got fucked with a strap-on, the perverse idea that she was depriving Naomi of something gave a fleeting, too fleeting, sense of getting even. She didn't stay over that night, just drove to Naomi's house, and sat outside smoking. She thought then that if she happened to see the blonde crawling home with some woman, man or beast, she would take Naomi right there and then on the street. The idea in her head that the blonde would let her do it, legs splayed and eyes screwed shut as she came hard --- Jesus, given the fucking she just got you think her cunt would get the idea and fucking stop getting wet at the mere idea of the lying cheating bitch.
She started driving home but changed her mind. She took out her mobile and began dialing a familiar number.
“Emily?”, Naomi's sleepy voice greeted her, “everything all right?”
She hang up and continued to head home. When she finally closed her eyes to sleep, she chastised herself for feeling disappointed that the blonde didn't call back.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Skins, Naomi/Emily, Emily/other
Rating: M
Author’s Notes: Written as a response to the use of the suicidal lesbian stereotype by the Skins peeps; Published as an apology for the lack of updates on “Past Present”. To those who remain interested, Chapter 8 is in progress. Unbeta’ed, all mistakes mine.
Gratitude Alert: Thank you to all those who review my work at ff.net and lj. Your encouragement brings joy.
When she went upstairs to talk to Naomi, she set the note down on a nearby desk and forestalled whatever the blonde wanted to say by moving to kiss her.
Whatever the other woman thought of what happened that time, to Emily it could only be called fucking. When they were done, she sat up, got out of bed and started looking for her clothes. It was reminiscent of another time she stormed out of a freshly fucked Naomi. With one quick glance back, she said, "If you meant it, that you'll do anything, don't be here tomorrow". She's not going to leave the blonde with a request though, so as a final point she added, “And thanks for... this. Let's do it again sometime."
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A month later, at another shindig Thomas was orchestrating, Emily saw Naomi. She stared and waited for the blonde to see her, to meet her eyes. With a slight tilt of her head, she started towards the ladies room. Naomi followed and was greeted by the sight of Emily by the sink, leaning back with arms crossed. She uncrosses her arms as Naomi walked closer. With a glance to the side, Emily walks ahead into one of the cubicles.
She closed the lid and sat on the toilet. "Lock the door", she softly commanded and Naomi complied. As she began walking towards the redhead, Emily began lifting the hem of Naomi's dress and pulling her knickers down. As they gazed into each other's eyes, without hesitation Emily shoved two fingers into her and the blonde gasped, on reflex placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders.
Emily stood up and began thrusting. She placed her free hand on Naomi's lower back, pulling her in as she lifts a thigh to thrust against the back of her hand that was now insistently pumping inside the blonde.
Naomi moved to cup the other woman's face, but Emily uttered a harsh no with a particularly hard thrust.
“Please…”
“Anything, right?”, Emily pulled her head down and whispered, “Come for me then”.
She began moving her hand more forcefully, placing her free hand to Naomi's side to better guide the blonde's hips in time with her thrusts. With her leg solidly supported by the toilet, she had the leverage she needed. She pushed the blonde a bit back and inserted two more fingers, the most they have ever gone.
She didn't stop when the blonde hang hear head down and grabbed her shoulders. “Em...please…”
Emily held her close and sucked on her neck, her voice huskier than usual she said, “c'mon, let go and come for me, sweetheart.”
She could feel the blonde begin to tremble as she almost uncontrollably began riding her hand with a look of concentration on her face. “I love you...”
“Stop talking.” With frenzied movements, emily began thrusting as fast and as hard as she could, moving past the discomfort in her arm and leg. What she hadn't counted on was that with her leg hiked up, her jeans would then bunch against her clit with movements that resonated with every pull she made on Naomi. “Fuck”, she exhaled as her own arousal began to rise.
They've mostly made love before Naomi fucked things up. Not that they were always vanilla, but this, what they were doing now, this was different. She certainly never had the upper hand like she did now. Some part of her was always careful with Naomi, afraid to let the other woman see how much she needed the blonde. Emily knew, more than anyone, how vulnerable Naomi was underneath her sarcastic veneer. She remembered that most of all; it was time to remind Naomi that she knew what to do with that bit of insider information. “ Let go, love, I'm here”.
With a few more thrusts, Naomi began clenching against her fingers, moisture drenching her hand. She kept thrusting throughout the blonde’s orgasm.
Emily pulled her leg back but kept her hand inside Naomi. She leaned forward to kiss the other woman's neck. “Thanks, that was fun,” she whispered as she pulled out. She left the cubicle without looking back as Naomi's tears began falling.
Before Emily managed to get out of the door to find that night’s random girl, she heard Naomi say tiredly, ”I'm not giving up on us, Em.”
Suit yourself, Emily wanted to say, but walked on instead.
************
She was beautiful, pleasant enough company, and she certainly knew how to get a woman off. But Emily always needed to shut her eyes tightly before falling off the edge. She always kept them close for a few moments afterwards, afraid that her eyes would reveal that she wasn't really there, that it was the memory of someone else that made her fall, and whoever had her hand or mouth on her was a substitute. It was never enough, though, to compensate, to assuage her anger about Sophia. Even during the first time she fucked and got fucked with a strap-on, the perverse idea that she was depriving Naomi of something gave a fleeting, too fleeting, sense of getting even. She didn't stay over that night, just drove to Naomi's house, and sat outside smoking. She thought then that if she happened to see the blonde crawling home with some woman, man or beast, she would take Naomi right there and then on the street. The idea in her head that the blonde would let her do it, legs splayed and eyes screwed shut as she came hard --- Jesus, given the fucking she just got you think her cunt would get the idea and fucking stop getting wet at the mere idea of the lying cheating bitch.
She started driving home but changed her mind. She took out her mobile and began dialing a familiar number.
“Emily?”, Naomi's sleepy voice greeted her, “everything all right?”
She hang up and continued to head home. When she finally closed her eyes to sleep, she chastised herself for feeling disappointed that the blonde didn't call back.