Fic: Refresher - Emily/Naomi
Title: Refresher
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6000
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me.
Summary: Naomi's been waiting for Emily to come back from holiday. Does it matter?! This is more porn. DON'T READ AT WORK! Love to all <3
It takes her a few moments when she first wakes up to realise what day it is.
There have been too many days, way way too many, between the one when Emily fucked off to France with her family and today, so Naomi can’t be blamed, really, for briefly forgetting that today won’t be another Emily-less day.
She’s coming home. Today. And Naomi knows it’s going to be the longest one yet.
She smiles nonetheless, even as her leg kicks out across the other side of the bed, and pretends that she likes having it to herself, that she likes to indulge in saying things like, ‘God, I’ll have to fucking share it again soon, Jesus’.
She can’t even take herself seriously, not when she knows it would be lying, and she’d given that up fucking ages ago.
****
She joins her mum at the kitchen table, permanent scowl already in place, and pours herself some tea from the pot.
“Morning love,” Gina says chirpily. “Emily’s home today, isn’t she?”
The scowl fades slightly then, and Naomi knows her mum can see it even though she’s staring into her tea about as intently as she knows she’ll be looking at her watch for the rest of the day.
“Do you know what time?” Gina asks when Naomi’s been silent for a while and, well, Naomi’s got an idea but she doesn’t know just when Emily her mum will release her onto the streets of Bristol again and back on her way to Naomi’s house.
“Dunno,” she settles for then, raising her cup to her mouth. “She’ll ring me, I s’pose.”
“Well then,” Gina pushes back on her chair and heads over to the sink. “I’ll be fucking off out at about seven, so let me know if that’s too late.”
Naomi smiles more fully then, now that her mum’s back is turned, and sometimes she does Naomi’s head in but then others, times like right now, she’s so grateful for her that she doesn’t know what to do about it.
In lieu of a thanks Naomi picks up her tea and walks over to her where she’s running the tap to wash up, giving her a gentle squeeze from behind and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Naomi’s learned that what she does can sometimes be more important than what she says.
Emily’s taught her that. Emily’s taught her lots of things.
****
The shower’s already warm when Naomi steps into it and she realises that she hasn’t shaved her legs in two weeks so gets to doing it.
It’s a boring process, this one, and it causes her mind to wander back to the last time she and Emily were in the shower together.
Emily had stepped in and scared the fucking life out of her so much that she’d shrieked out a ‘Jesus!’ as she felt hands on her waist and tensed until she heard a throaty chuckle from behind her and a kiss between her shoulder blades.
She relaxed instantly, sighing as she felt Emily’s breasts press into her back and a hand slide down the part of her thigh that Emily could reach.
Naomi remembers tipping her head back onto Emily’s shoulder and letting Emily kiss her neck teasingly gently, dragging her lips up and down the skin that Naomi exposed for her.
It causes her to shudder now so that she almost cuts herself and tries to put those thoughts out of her head while she’s performing such a delicate task. But everything’s filled with Emily, every touch to her own leg bringing back memories of Emily kissing her way up Naomi’s calf and thigh and higher.
She blinks as she finishes one leg and moves onto the other, wanting to get finished as soon as possible. The water’s still hot, and it’s not helping the flush that she’s feeling spread across her body. There’s a familiar throb building between her legs, and perhaps it’s just the thought that Emily will actually be here soon, touching all of these places that Naomi’s felt have been neglected for too long, that makes her think of touching them herself. Just so that she doesn’t pounce on Emily as soon as she walks through the door later.
Of course Naomi wants to do that anyway but there’s talking to be done, and maybe just some sitting, and some dinner, so it wouldn’t do to be selfish and drag Emily to her room before she’s even offered her a cup of tea or a glass of wine.
As soon as the second leg is done, Naomi runs her hands down it, and it’s all a bit much then, how much she’s feeling, and she straightens up, tilting her head up into the steady stream of water so it’s covering her face as she props herself against the wall with one hand.
The other doesn’t need to be told where it’s going, and Naomi’s fingers are quickly pressing down onto her clit gently and she’s biting her lip at the feel of it.
Fuck, she thinks, because it never gets old, this feeling. And knowing that it’s Emily that’s making her want so much just spurs her on.
It’s easy, then, to imagine that it’s Emily’s fingers on her, and it brings to mind the rather surprising and actually rather fucking good phone sex they’d had last week.
Hearing Emily come and not being able to see caused Naomi to use her imagination a little more than usual, and it’s helping now as she thinks of Emily lying there on that beach with her hand down her knickers and thinking of Naomi and wanting to touch her.
It’s enough to instigate a change in pace, and soon Naomi’s fingers are moving so fast against her clit that her legs are shaking and she’s blinking into the water and biting her lip so as not to cry out.
She stops touching her clit for the briefest of moments as she dips her fingers a little further into her cunt and finds a wetness there that has nothing to do with the water running from the shower head and she does moan then, and hopes it’s swallowed by the sound of water hitting the bath in rhythmic pitter-patters that makes her think of how the sea must have sounded that night, with Emily telling Naomi she was going to come right before she did, low and throaty and broken.
Naomi pushes harder and faster against her clit, wishing there was something to grip onto other than the porcelain tiling in front of her; wishes it were skin, pale and silky and warm.
There’s an image in her head, then, as she squeezes her eyes shut, and it’s Emily, her mouth open and head tilted back against the stones and coming at just the suggestion that soon they would be touching each other again, and it’s a shocking orgasm that courses through Naomi as she comes, hair wet and sticking to her skin and her legs just about ready to give way.
She brings herself down, reveling in the aftershocks that lessen as she slows.
It’s this good, always, when she thinks about Emily.
But it’s better, like so much fucking better, when Emily’s actually there. And it wouldn’t be long now.
****
At least she was prepared, she thinks as she flicks another page of her magazine over, each turn angrier than the last.
It’s not really Emily she’s angry with, though - just circumstance. How this day just seems to be getting fucking longer the more she tries to distract herself.
There’s no more coursework to do (two weeks really is a long time) and she’s got no interest in calling anyone else up. And it’d never really bothered her, being alone, but then she hadn’t known what the alternative was so now, now that she’s had all that time back that she’d had before Emily, she has fuck all idea what to do with it.
It had gotten so bad that last week at some point her mum had even suggested a trip into town to have a coffee at that nice new fair trade place that had just opened in West Bristol and Naomi had actually gone. After fielding a few inappropriate questions about what kind of lube they invest in, and whether or not it was easier to fit in a bath with Emily seeing as she was so small (like Naomi had ever shared a bath with anyone else before, anyway) Naomi wrote it off and finished her coffee in record time, demanding to be driven back home.
So, really, without Emily, Naomi’s a little bit lost.
Sighing for what seems like the millionth time that day, Naomi flops down on the couch and puts the telly on. She fucking hates Doctors but can’t be arsed to change the channel so ends up watching it until she feels her eyelids start to droop and she can’t think of a good enough reason to stop them from doing so.
****
Waking for the second time that day proves to be thoroughly more enjoyable, as well as a little more disorienting.
There are fingertips on her forehead, brushing her hair back and out of her eyes rather helpfully, so that when she opens them she catches Emily clearly, smiling down at her warmly.
Naomi doesn’t bother hiding a smile then and bites her lip.
“Hey,” she says, as Emily’s hand continues to push back hair that isn’t even falling anymore.
“Hey you. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Fucking liar,” Naomi says with a wink that she thinks doesn’t quite work but it doesn’t matter because Emily’s cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her through both their smiles.
Naomi’s not surprised they sigh into it because, fuck, it feels like they haven’t done this in forever and at first it feels like Emily might actually think that they haven’t and they’ve both stopped being cowards now so it isn’t really how they should be kissing each other.
Reaching up, Naomi pulls Emily down by her shoulders until she gets the point and she’s climbing onto the couch as the kiss deepens.
With their bodies pressed together now, just like they should be, Naomi feels more content than she’s ever done because Emily’s come back. Back to her and she’s staying.
Emily breaks the kiss first and her eyes are a little sadder now, and it looks like she’s breaking when she says, “I missed you.”
Naomi knows and, she could just kiss Emily again, show her how much she’s missed her too, but Naomi knows that there are sentences that occasionally need to be spoken, some that Emily needs to hear her say, so she takes a breath and holds Emily’s gaze before she speaks, because this is important.
“I missed you, too. A ridiculous amount, actually.”
It’s all it takes for Emily to be smiling again and all they both need to be kissing with a little more vigor than before. The burn is there, then, starting low and Naomi knows that it really hasn’t been that long since she made herself come in the shower but it’s all back again. And stronger. And just more.
So it’s a great time, obviously, for her mum to come in with a tray of tea like they do that all the fucking time.
“Well, looks like Emily’s learned something in France…” she says, and she must wink at Emily because as she pulls away from Naomi she bursts out laughing and it’s really not fucking funny, but she’s learning about these two, and how they just revel in fucking torturing her, so she tries to hold in the bitchiness that’s replaced Emily on her tongue.
“Just a few choice words, Gina,” Emily grins, pushing herself up and off of Naomi and it’s just annoying because she’s only very recently got her back and now she’s gone again.
“Smashing, why don’t you tell us all about it.”
“Yeah,” Emily smiles, glancing nervously down at Naomi who manages a headshake in return. “I’m dying for a proper cup of tea anyway.”
As Naomi pushes herself up onto her elbows she glares at her mum, who just flashes a smile back.
“I thought you were going out,” Naomi mutters, swinging her legs around so she’s sitting rather than lying, and then winces as Emily slaps her leg gently with the back of her hand.
She turns to frown at Emily then, who completely wrong-foots her by leaning into kiss her, and well, if it was Emily’s plan to shut her up then it worked, because she’s still dazed as Emily’s handing her tea and talking to her mum about the chalets and whatnot, and how she managed to cope with spending so much time with her sister.
Naomi feels at points like she’s the odd one out around them because the way they talk to each other is like family, and Naomi’s the retarded cousin that’s come for a visit with it’s parent.
But she listens, and then she laughs when Emily tells them about James getting a crab in his trunks one day at the beach, and how she made a joke directed at Katie about how it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to a Fitch that totally went over their parents’ heads but earned her a toothbrush covered in soap that evening.
It gets Naomi’s back up a bit knowing that Katie was picking on her, but Emily must sense it and soon has a hand on Naomi’s thigh, stroking absently, and Emily should have known, must have known, that just the slightest of touches would drive her mental.
And, well, fuck her then - because this is hardly fair, how Emily’s touching her without really touching her nearly enough and at a time where they can’t do anything more than this, so Naomi figures that Emily shouldn’t get off lightly.
Emily’s still talking, and reaching for a biscuit, which causes the back of her top to ride up as she leans forward, and it’s just about perfect, that bit of skin there, so Naomi takes advantage of it’s exposure.
Still holding her tea with one hand, the other waits for Emily to sit back into it, and Naomi leaves it there for a moment while she keeps the bottom part of Emily’s shirt hoiked up. Emily simply smiles with her eyes, nods as Gina talks about how she always wanted to shag halfway up the Eiffel Tower but the guards caught her just as she had her hand down some bloke’s pants but Naomi’s not listening (she heard this story last week and, really, once was more than enough) and is focusing on looking at nothing in particular as she lowers her hand and traces her fingertips along the gap between Emily’s top and skirt.
To Emily’s credit, she only flinches a little, like not enough for Gina to have noticed, and Naomi tries to keep her expression neutral even as she drags her fingernails slowly across Emily’s back.
The fingers on Naomi’s thigh stop moving then and grip little too tightly but, fuck it, that means it’s working.
Naomi’s not sure when they started playing games like this and, it’s not like they could ever do it in front of Emily’s mum or anything, but with Gina there it was like… even if they did get caught none of them would give a fuck.
It didn’t make it any less of a turn on to keep it a secret for as long as they could, though.
****
Naomi’s nearly finished her tea and is keeping her legs pressed so tightly together because she’s worried if she opens them then Emily won’t be able to stop herself from pressing a hand straight in between them and, well, Naomi’s mum’s still there and while they’re quite open about sex they’re not that open.
She knows that Emily’s feeling it, all of the things that she’s feeling, in the way that she’s started to swallow more frequently, and keeps licking her lips like they’re in danger of drying out completely in the seconds between.
It doesn’t help (or help immensely, depending on how Naomi wants to take it) when she slides her arm a little further around Emily’s side and strokes her way up Emily’s waist, smoothing a palm against the skin there until her fingertips just brush the bottom of Emily’s bra.
Emily nearly spills her tea then, though it’s long gone cold. But Naomi knows that she really has to get rid of her mum. Like, right fucking now. So she clears her throat.
“Mum, it’s getting on a bit now, yeah…?” she tells more than asks and waits for the penny to drop.
When it does, after a moment, Gina stands and collects the cups.
“Right, yes it is! And I’ve got a date, so I’ll be ten minutes and then I’ll be out of your hair,” she smiles, and Naomi has to fight the urge not to sigh in relief. “Glad you’re back Emily. Naomi’s been a right whiney cow while you’ve been away.”
She’s already out of the room before she can think of something decent to say back and she knows her mum doesn’t do it on purpose but sometimes Naomi wishes she just wouldn’t say anything at-fucking-all.
Naomi does sigh, then, and turns back to Emily with an apology on her lips but is cut off by the feel of Emily’s being pushed firmly against them. And it’s different, this kiss, from the last one and Naomi knows it’s because she’s wound Emily up now and Naomi wishes that she hadn’t even bothered to defrost that pizza because she knows they’ll be too lazy to even stick it in the oven later and end up ordering a takeaway.
“Christ, Ems,” Naomi manages as Emily pulls back to lick her lips, and it would be annoying, that, but sometimes Naomi needs a breather so it’s kind of a relief that Emily so often has to pull back to do it. “Easy now.”
“Oh don’t fucking start that,” Emily says before she’s kissing her again and Naomi resists for all of a second before thinking fuck it and pulling them both back down onto the couch.
****
She hears the front door open and her mum shout out a goodbye sometime after she’s put her hand down the back of Emily’s skirt and is grabbing her arse and pushing them closer together.
There’s just been too much time wasted for them to bother making it up the stairs to Naomi’s room and it would involve stopping touching and that just isn’t in Naomi’s plan at all.
Emily must have heard the door go too because she relaxes in Naomi’s arms and calms for a moment, kissing her way slowly from Naomi’s lips and across her jaw and down to her neck.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Emily says between nips. “Like, a lot.”
“Yeah,” Naomi sighs, squeezing Emily’s bum and Emily bucks into her and it’s just not close enough. “Yeah, so have I.”
“It was so hard, not being near you for so long. And, like, thinking about everything we’ve been doing together lately.”
Naomi hums her agreement, impressed that Emily’s managing to form whole sentences when her own mind is barely functioning at all. And Emily must get it that, really, this isn’t the time for talking in the slightest because her hand is sliding down from Naomi’s shoulder and resting on her tit, moulding itself around it like it’s just meant to be there. Like Naomi’s tits were there, just waiting, all this time for Emily’s hands to be on them.
There’s no point in holding out any longer and Naomi takes her hands out of Emily’s skirt and starts to slide it down her legs. Emily helps and it’s soon by her ankles and being kicked onto the floor.
She takes the opportunity to push her leg between Naomi’s then, and Naomi grinds down onto it as they start a slow movement together. Emily’s got her mouth back on Naomi’s and is pushing at Naomi’s top so that they have to break apart as it comes off and it’s got frantic in the last few moments so their next kiss is far sloppier than the one before.
Naomi can feel that Emily’s wet through her knickers as she pushes against her thigh and it’s just all those things she remembered it being, like hot and warm and just all Emily.
She’s lost in it then, so that she almost doesn’t notice that Emily’s pulled back and is sliding off her.
‘Wait, what…?” Naomi manages, and furrows her brow at Emily’s laugh.
“Sorry hon, I just… I need to nip to the loo. Take your skirt off while I’m there - I’ll be back in a minute.”
Before Naomi can protest Emily’s pecked her lightly on the cheek and is bounding up the stairs like the house is on fire and she’s left her box of fannies up there.
Naomi grunts in frustration but does as Emily’s asked and strips down to her underwear. She’s just considering touching herself to pass the time when she hears Emily thump back down the stairs, probably two at a time, and she’s panting when she returns, having managed to shed her top somewhere along the way.
She’s too busy reacquainting herself with Emily’s tits so that she doesn’t notice that she’s got something in her hand until she draws Naomi’s attention to it.
“I know it’s been a while but I thought we could…?”
And the look that’s on her face makes it impossible for Naomi to deny her of what she wants and it feels like everything just got a tiny bit hotter.
Naomi nods mutely, staring, and stands when Emily tells her to, holding out her hand to take it from Emily.
“No,” Emily says, sauntering over to where Naomi’s stood. “Let me.”
Emily sets it down behind Naomi on the sofa and takes Naomi’s face in both hands, reaching up on her tiptoes as Naomi leans down to meet her.
And they’re kissing slowly as Emily runs the back of her fingers down Naomi’s stomach and to the top of her knickers. Naomi can only shudder as she realises how different it is to touching herself; how her fingers are always hasty and greedy and wanting to just get it done, but Emily touches her like they both have so much time to do this. Like she wants to touch her for the sake of touching her.
Naomi’s stroking Emily’s waist but has to let go as Emily breaks away and lowers herself to her knees. She’s soon gripping Naomi by the backs of her thighs and placing a kiss that’s far too delicate for what Naomi wants right on top of her clit through her knickers and Naomi so desperately wants to rip off her own knickers and push Emily’s mouth into her.
But Emily’s taken charge of this somehow, sometime, and that means that she’s been thinking about this. Emily knows what she wants, and Naomi’s ready to let her take it.
She pulls Naomi’s knickers down then, waits for Naomi to step out of them, and then presses mouth against Naomi’s cunt, which is already ridiculously wet and she’s starting to get the feeling that she’s not getting fucked any time soon. She congratulates herself on her earlier wanking because otherwise she would just not be coping with this and, really, that’s only barely.
“Pass it to me,” Emily says, punctuating her sentence with a flick of her tongue against Naomi’s clit that makes her legs almost give way, but she does as Emily says and reaches behind her, catching a hold of the strap and handing it all over to Emily.
Naomi waits as Emily attaches the harness to Naomi’s legs and over her hips, which has gotten less fiddly over time, and then sits back to admire her handiwork with a small grin.
“There,” she says, smacking Naomi gently on the bum.
Naomi rolls her eyes, because she could make this slightly less twee, really. Seeing as they’re both just about to fuck and when it’s with the strap-on there’s nothing amusing about it.
Emily catches it, and her smile broadens. Naomi just watches as she leans forward and wraps her lips around the end of it and then there’s no more eye rolling or smiling because, fucking hell, Naomi really had forgotten about this and she’s got her hands in Emily’s hair, wrapping it around her knuckles as Emily takes more of the cock into her mouth and it’s when she stops thinking about wanting to get off and it becomes totally about wanting to fuck Emily the way she wants to be fucked.
So she just waits and does as instructed, watching intently as Emily pulls her mouth off of it and raise herself up to her feet. She has to lean away to keep from bumping into it when she kisses Naomi next (and it’s always like this, with very little time between kisses) and takes hold of Naomi’s hand, guiding it down to her own cunt.
Naomi gasps when she gets there, both of their fingers pushing against Emily’s wetness and moving sloppily over her clit.
“I really fucking missed you,” Emily says, and it’s the first time this evening that she’s seemed like she’s not in charge of this. Naomi likes her that way, sometimes, and takes the chance to work her fingers the way she wants to, with more determination, more rhythm, more purpose.
“Yeah, I can tell,” Naomi whispers against Emily’s lips, sliding her fingers down past Emily’s clit.
“Yeah,” Emily’s muttering. “Yeah, inside.”
And it’s not the right angle, but Naomi can just about make it if she dips her shoulder, which Emily bites into as Naomi pushes two fingers inside her, achingly slowly for the both of them.
She’s only in and out twice before Emily’s pulling at her hand and raising it to her mouth, licking herself off of Naomi’s fingers and Naomi really fucking wants to taste, wants so much more of Emily than she’s giving and really wonders why it’s never her fucking turn first.
She knows she’s gawping as Emily’s fingers are pulled out of her mouth and then reaching for Naomi’s, walking her backwards.
“Ems, what…?”
“Sit down,” she says, and it’s so throaty and laced with all the want Naomi’s feeling herself that she goes down without much force when Emily pushes her. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and when I was away it was something that just kept popping up in my mind when I least expected it.”
Emily’s trailing her fingertips up Naomi’s thighs as she speaks, edging closer, and Naomi just has no fucking idea what to say or think now because this Emily… this girl who was brave that one time and decided to snog her at a party and looked at her from under her fringe for the best part of a year was now standing in front of her in the fucking living room and waiting to get fucked by a cock that her girlfriend was wearing. Again.
It’s the first time, though, that Naomi’s felt totally out of sorts wearing it - she’s got no power over this, and, for some reason, that makes it even sexier. That she knows Emily’s about to let go completely and she can’t wait for it to start.
“Oh?” Naomi manages as Emily walks closer, the inside of her legs grazing the outside of Naomi’s thighs and reaching out for Naomi’s hands.
Naomi takes them both, squeezes, and holds them steady as Emily climbs over her, with her knees either side of Naomi’s thighs.
“Yeah, yeah. Like, I’d be out reading a book in the sun and then it’d be there,” she says leaning forward and cupping Naomi’s breasts through her bra. “And, well. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
It’s a cheeky smirk that Naomi sees then and attempts a smile back but her throat has gone dry and Emily’s teasing them both and, God, she knew this day was going to be long but this is just excruciating.
“The only thing I mind,” Naomi says, reaching forward to finger Emily’s clit while they carry on this conversation they really needn’t be having. “Is that you’re not already doing it.”
Emily’s eyes seem like they deepen in hue, then, and she must wonder why she’s not doing it too. But Naomi can see that there’s this nervous excitement bubbling under the surface, like there always is when they try something new. And it’s fine because she hasn’t ever bottled out. Not once.
And she’s not about to start now, Naomi knows, as she watches Emily swallow once and lean forwards so she’s hovering above the cock, holding it steady with one hand and reaching for Naomi’s with the other.
They share a look that says okay and Emily’s closing her eyes as she guides the cock to her cunt and starts to push down.
Naomi doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and all she can hear is Emily’s breathing and the wet sound of her cunt enveloping the cock, slowly, so slowly, before she’s down on it fully.
Emily gasps then and Naomi can only stare at her with wide eyes as Emily flails about for her other hand.
She’s never looked more beautiful, Naomi thinks, as Emily’s eyes are kept squeezed tightly together and her bottom lip’s between her teeth, like focusing on it all will change anything.
And then she starts to rock forward, letting out a low, guttural moan that makes Naomi wetter still and Emily’s doing it - she’s riding her and fuck if it doesn’t look like it feels fantastic.
“Oh God, Naomi,” Emily manages, tipping her head back and Naomi’s eyes trail from her neck down to her tits and down further still where she can just make out the base of the cock every time Emily raises her hips off it slightly.
And it’s a good rhythm that Emily’s maintaining, rocking back and forth, and it just then occurs to Naomi that she could be moving too and waits for Emily to rock forwards as she pushes her hips upwards and, yeah, that must have done something because Emily’s head falls forward again and her eyes fly open to meet Naomi’s.
“Yeah?” Naomi asks and, well - Emily’s properly lost control of anything that isn’t keeping that movement going and she can only barely nod but it’s good enough and the next time she pushes down Naomi pushes up and then they’re in it together. This rhythm, this thing that they’re building, is perfectly matched and Emily’s doing such a good job of taking what she wants that Naomi just wants to give it to her as best she can.
Emily releases Naomi’s hands and reaches behind her to undo her bra, working quickly and flinging it across the room and, something must take over her then because, as Naomi’s hands find Emily’s waist, Emily’s got her hands in her hair, pulling at bright red locks and she’s still going, working her hips almost wildly.
Naomi has to keep up, knows that she can but she’s almost breaking as she watches Emily’s stomach muscles clench and unclench and she wants to touch more. She slides her hands up from Emily’s waist and it kind of changes things a bit so she’s pushing into Emily a little more and Emily cries out in a way that tells Naomi that was a good movement. So she pushes on, finds Emily’s tits and palms them both and Emily’s come down from her hair to cover them.
It’s just about the hottest thing that Naomi can ever have imagined and it’s happening right now, and Emily’s not letting up and Naomi wonders if now would be a good time to touch Emily’s clit.
“Ems, do you want me to…?” Naomi whispers as she presses a kiss between Emily’s breasts and starts to move a hand away before Emily stops it.
“No,” she breathes, glancing down at Naomi through lidded eyes. “No, I don’t think I need you to.”
And, God, really? Naomi doesn’t think either of them have ever been able to come without touching their clits but this seems like… different.
When Emily grinds down a little harder Naomi realises it must be hitting that spot, like right fucking there, and instead of feeling like she’s let them both down by not doing that with her fingers (she’ll work on it) she just wants to give this to Emily now so she moves their hands off of one of Emily’s tits and flicks her tongue across her nipple, just once.
The resulting cry is good enough for Naomi to smile as she wraps her lips around it and sucks and Emily seems to push all of herself onto and into Naomi. And her breathing becomes juddery as she moans, “Oh… oh, oh,” really deeply, like possibly deeper than Naomi has ever heard before and soon Emily’s dragged it out into one big “Oh,” and she’s pushing down on the cock so hard that Naomi can feel the springs in the sofa under her arse but she doesn’t fucking care because Emily’s about to come incredibly hard with her hands in Naomi’s hair now and sweat lining her collarbone.
Emily’s in total control, knows what’s happening to her, and is letting Naomi know by pulling her up to her mouth to kiss her with no finesse and lots of tongue and Naomi can only kiss back the same, her arms wrapped around Emily’s back and holding them together as Emily comes in jerking, solid movements that Naomi mimics and even cries a little herself against Emily’s mouth as Emily pulls on her hair.
It must have been a strong one, Naomi can tell, because Emily’s taking her time to come back down, still jerking her hips sporadically and Naomi’s pressing hasty and scattered kisses across her jaw with Emily breathing “Jesus, fuck,” into her ear and it’s just fucking amazing. They’re both coated in sweat so that their chests are slick together and Naomi wants to lick a line up between Emily’s breasts to taste it but she can’t bring herself to part their bodies, not now they’re so close again.
“All right, Em?” Naomi chances after Emily’s breathing has slowed a little and she’s got her head rested on Naomi’s shoulder.
“God, yeah. Really, yeah.”
Naomi smiles, because now look who can’t fucking speak? But it’s fine because they don’t need to really. Except for, perhaps, there’s something that Naomi hasn’t told Emily, and she thinks that she should know.
She kisses Emily’s shoulder before hovering her lips by Emily’s ear.
“I love you,” Naomi whispers.
“Yeah, I know,” Emily says, and Naomi feels her smile against her shoulder.
It might not be an I love you too but Naomi knows that it means just that.
****
It takes them a while before they can move, but when they manage it Naomi lays down on the couch, with the strap-on abandoned on the floor, and waits for Emily to curl up against her.
“That all right, then?” she asks into Emily’s hair.
“Hon, that was fucking incredible. Like… wow.”
And, it does get to Naomi that time, that Emily’s so into that. Because she thought she was doing a fairly decent job with her fingers and her tongue up until now but perhaps she’s not quite good enough; perhaps Emily needs something else.
She’s about to say something, possibly, but Emily stops her before she can.
“But, like, nothing beats the feel of your tongue on me, you know that? You’re, like, really fucking good at that,” Emily sighs against Naomi’s chest, placing a kiss just above her heart.
“Yeah,” Naomi says. “I know.”
They’re silent for a few moments, and Naomi starts to feel drowsy again. Or hungry. She can’t decide which and doesn’t get the chance to as Emily’s pushing herself up onto her elbow and raising her eyebrow at Naomi.
“Speaking of tongues,” she grins. “I think I started something earlier that I didn’t finish.”
“Oh?” Naomi tries to keep a straight face, and fails. “I don’t think I remember…”
“Well then,” Emily says, climbing over Naomi and kissing down her chest and stomach, looking up as she reached Naomi’s cunt. “Let me remind you.”
Naomi inhaled deeply. She could never forget, not really. And she’d never be able to, not while Emily was there to constantly refresh her memory.
Again. And again. And again.
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6000
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me.
Summary: Naomi's been waiting for Emily to come back from holiday. Does it matter?! This is more porn. DON'T READ AT WORK! Love to all <3
It takes her a few moments when she first wakes up to realise what day it is.
There have been too many days, way way too many, between the one when Emily fucked off to France with her family and today, so Naomi can’t be blamed, really, for briefly forgetting that today won’t be another Emily-less day.
She’s coming home. Today. And Naomi knows it’s going to be the longest one yet.
She smiles nonetheless, even as her leg kicks out across the other side of the bed, and pretends that she likes having it to herself, that she likes to indulge in saying things like, ‘God, I’ll have to fucking share it again soon, Jesus’.
She can’t even take herself seriously, not when she knows it would be lying, and she’d given that up fucking ages ago.
****
She joins her mum at the kitchen table, permanent scowl already in place, and pours herself some tea from the pot.
“Morning love,” Gina says chirpily. “Emily’s home today, isn’t she?”
The scowl fades slightly then, and Naomi knows her mum can see it even though she’s staring into her tea about as intently as she knows she’ll be looking at her watch for the rest of the day.
“Do you know what time?” Gina asks when Naomi’s been silent for a while and, well, Naomi’s got an idea but she doesn’t know just when Emily her mum will release her onto the streets of Bristol again and back on her way to Naomi’s house.
“Dunno,” she settles for then, raising her cup to her mouth. “She’ll ring me, I s’pose.”
“Well then,” Gina pushes back on her chair and heads over to the sink. “I’ll be fucking off out at about seven, so let me know if that’s too late.”
Naomi smiles more fully then, now that her mum’s back is turned, and sometimes she does Naomi’s head in but then others, times like right now, she’s so grateful for her that she doesn’t know what to do about it.
In lieu of a thanks Naomi picks up her tea and walks over to her where she’s running the tap to wash up, giving her a gentle squeeze from behind and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Naomi’s learned that what she does can sometimes be more important than what she says.
Emily’s taught her that. Emily’s taught her lots of things.
****
The shower’s already warm when Naomi steps into it and she realises that she hasn’t shaved her legs in two weeks so gets to doing it.
It’s a boring process, this one, and it causes her mind to wander back to the last time she and Emily were in the shower together.
Emily had stepped in and scared the fucking life out of her so much that she’d shrieked out a ‘Jesus!’ as she felt hands on her waist and tensed until she heard a throaty chuckle from behind her and a kiss between her shoulder blades.
She relaxed instantly, sighing as she felt Emily’s breasts press into her back and a hand slide down the part of her thigh that Emily could reach.
Naomi remembers tipping her head back onto Emily’s shoulder and letting Emily kiss her neck teasingly gently, dragging her lips up and down the skin that Naomi exposed for her.
It causes her to shudder now so that she almost cuts herself and tries to put those thoughts out of her head while she’s performing such a delicate task. But everything’s filled with Emily, every touch to her own leg bringing back memories of Emily kissing her way up Naomi’s calf and thigh and higher.
She blinks as she finishes one leg and moves onto the other, wanting to get finished as soon as possible. The water’s still hot, and it’s not helping the flush that she’s feeling spread across her body. There’s a familiar throb building between her legs, and perhaps it’s just the thought that Emily will actually be here soon, touching all of these places that Naomi’s felt have been neglected for too long, that makes her think of touching them herself. Just so that she doesn’t pounce on Emily as soon as she walks through the door later.
Of course Naomi wants to do that anyway but there’s talking to be done, and maybe just some sitting, and some dinner, so it wouldn’t do to be selfish and drag Emily to her room before she’s even offered her a cup of tea or a glass of wine.
As soon as the second leg is done, Naomi runs her hands down it, and it’s all a bit much then, how much she’s feeling, and she straightens up, tilting her head up into the steady stream of water so it’s covering her face as she props herself against the wall with one hand.
The other doesn’t need to be told where it’s going, and Naomi’s fingers are quickly pressing down onto her clit gently and she’s biting her lip at the feel of it.
Fuck, she thinks, because it never gets old, this feeling. And knowing that it’s Emily that’s making her want so much just spurs her on.
It’s easy, then, to imagine that it’s Emily’s fingers on her, and it brings to mind the rather surprising and actually rather fucking good phone sex they’d had last week.
Hearing Emily come and not being able to see caused Naomi to use her imagination a little more than usual, and it’s helping now as she thinks of Emily lying there on that beach with her hand down her knickers and thinking of Naomi and wanting to touch her.
It’s enough to instigate a change in pace, and soon Naomi’s fingers are moving so fast against her clit that her legs are shaking and she’s blinking into the water and biting her lip so as not to cry out.
She stops touching her clit for the briefest of moments as she dips her fingers a little further into her cunt and finds a wetness there that has nothing to do with the water running from the shower head and she does moan then, and hopes it’s swallowed by the sound of water hitting the bath in rhythmic pitter-patters that makes her think of how the sea must have sounded that night, with Emily telling Naomi she was going to come right before she did, low and throaty and broken.
Naomi pushes harder and faster against her clit, wishing there was something to grip onto other than the porcelain tiling in front of her; wishes it were skin, pale and silky and warm.
There’s an image in her head, then, as she squeezes her eyes shut, and it’s Emily, her mouth open and head tilted back against the stones and coming at just the suggestion that soon they would be touching each other again, and it’s a shocking orgasm that courses through Naomi as she comes, hair wet and sticking to her skin and her legs just about ready to give way.
She brings herself down, reveling in the aftershocks that lessen as she slows.
It’s this good, always, when she thinks about Emily.
But it’s better, like so much fucking better, when Emily’s actually there. And it wouldn’t be long now.
****
At least she was prepared, she thinks as she flicks another page of her magazine over, each turn angrier than the last.
It’s not really Emily she’s angry with, though - just circumstance. How this day just seems to be getting fucking longer the more she tries to distract herself.
There’s no more coursework to do (two weeks really is a long time) and she’s got no interest in calling anyone else up. And it’d never really bothered her, being alone, but then she hadn’t known what the alternative was so now, now that she’s had all that time back that she’d had before Emily, she has fuck all idea what to do with it.
It had gotten so bad that last week at some point her mum had even suggested a trip into town to have a coffee at that nice new fair trade place that had just opened in West Bristol and Naomi had actually gone. After fielding a few inappropriate questions about what kind of lube they invest in, and whether or not it was easier to fit in a bath with Emily seeing as she was so small (like Naomi had ever shared a bath with anyone else before, anyway) Naomi wrote it off and finished her coffee in record time, demanding to be driven back home.
So, really, without Emily, Naomi’s a little bit lost.
Sighing for what seems like the millionth time that day, Naomi flops down on the couch and puts the telly on. She fucking hates Doctors but can’t be arsed to change the channel so ends up watching it until she feels her eyelids start to droop and she can’t think of a good enough reason to stop them from doing so.
****
Waking for the second time that day proves to be thoroughly more enjoyable, as well as a little more disorienting.
There are fingertips on her forehead, brushing her hair back and out of her eyes rather helpfully, so that when she opens them she catches Emily clearly, smiling down at her warmly.
Naomi doesn’t bother hiding a smile then and bites her lip.
“Hey,” she says, as Emily’s hand continues to push back hair that isn’t even falling anymore.
“Hey you. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Fucking liar,” Naomi says with a wink that she thinks doesn’t quite work but it doesn’t matter because Emily’s cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her through both their smiles.
Naomi’s not surprised they sigh into it because, fuck, it feels like they haven’t done this in forever and at first it feels like Emily might actually think that they haven’t and they’ve both stopped being cowards now so it isn’t really how they should be kissing each other.
Reaching up, Naomi pulls Emily down by her shoulders until she gets the point and she’s climbing onto the couch as the kiss deepens.
With their bodies pressed together now, just like they should be, Naomi feels more content than she’s ever done because Emily’s come back. Back to her and she’s staying.
Emily breaks the kiss first and her eyes are a little sadder now, and it looks like she’s breaking when she says, “I missed you.”
Naomi knows and, she could just kiss Emily again, show her how much she’s missed her too, but Naomi knows that there are sentences that occasionally need to be spoken, some that Emily needs to hear her say, so she takes a breath and holds Emily’s gaze before she speaks, because this is important.
“I missed you, too. A ridiculous amount, actually.”
It’s all it takes for Emily to be smiling again and all they both need to be kissing with a little more vigor than before. The burn is there, then, starting low and Naomi knows that it really hasn’t been that long since she made herself come in the shower but it’s all back again. And stronger. And just more.
So it’s a great time, obviously, for her mum to come in with a tray of tea like they do that all the fucking time.
“Well, looks like Emily’s learned something in France…” she says, and she must wink at Emily because as she pulls away from Naomi she bursts out laughing and it’s really not fucking funny, but she’s learning about these two, and how they just revel in fucking torturing her, so she tries to hold in the bitchiness that’s replaced Emily on her tongue.
“Just a few choice words, Gina,” Emily grins, pushing herself up and off of Naomi and it’s just annoying because she’s only very recently got her back and now she’s gone again.
“Smashing, why don’t you tell us all about it.”
“Yeah,” Emily smiles, glancing nervously down at Naomi who manages a headshake in return. “I’m dying for a proper cup of tea anyway.”
As Naomi pushes herself up onto her elbows she glares at her mum, who just flashes a smile back.
“I thought you were going out,” Naomi mutters, swinging her legs around so she’s sitting rather than lying, and then winces as Emily slaps her leg gently with the back of her hand.
She turns to frown at Emily then, who completely wrong-foots her by leaning into kiss her, and well, if it was Emily’s plan to shut her up then it worked, because she’s still dazed as Emily’s handing her tea and talking to her mum about the chalets and whatnot, and how she managed to cope with spending so much time with her sister.
Naomi feels at points like she’s the odd one out around them because the way they talk to each other is like family, and Naomi’s the retarded cousin that’s come for a visit with it’s parent.
But she listens, and then she laughs when Emily tells them about James getting a crab in his trunks one day at the beach, and how she made a joke directed at Katie about how it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to a Fitch that totally went over their parents’ heads but earned her a toothbrush covered in soap that evening.
It gets Naomi’s back up a bit knowing that Katie was picking on her, but Emily must sense it and soon has a hand on Naomi’s thigh, stroking absently, and Emily should have known, must have known, that just the slightest of touches would drive her mental.
And, well, fuck her then - because this is hardly fair, how Emily’s touching her without really touching her nearly enough and at a time where they can’t do anything more than this, so Naomi figures that Emily shouldn’t get off lightly.
Emily’s still talking, and reaching for a biscuit, which causes the back of her top to ride up as she leans forward, and it’s just about perfect, that bit of skin there, so Naomi takes advantage of it’s exposure.
Still holding her tea with one hand, the other waits for Emily to sit back into it, and Naomi leaves it there for a moment while she keeps the bottom part of Emily’s shirt hoiked up. Emily simply smiles with her eyes, nods as Gina talks about how she always wanted to shag halfway up the Eiffel Tower but the guards caught her just as she had her hand down some bloke’s pants but Naomi’s not listening (she heard this story last week and, really, once was more than enough) and is focusing on looking at nothing in particular as she lowers her hand and traces her fingertips along the gap between Emily’s top and skirt.
To Emily’s credit, she only flinches a little, like not enough for Gina to have noticed, and Naomi tries to keep her expression neutral even as she drags her fingernails slowly across Emily’s back.
The fingers on Naomi’s thigh stop moving then and grip little too tightly but, fuck it, that means it’s working.
Naomi’s not sure when they started playing games like this and, it’s not like they could ever do it in front of Emily’s mum or anything, but with Gina there it was like… even if they did get caught none of them would give a fuck.
It didn’t make it any less of a turn on to keep it a secret for as long as they could, though.
****
Naomi’s nearly finished her tea and is keeping her legs pressed so tightly together because she’s worried if she opens them then Emily won’t be able to stop herself from pressing a hand straight in between them and, well, Naomi’s mum’s still there and while they’re quite open about sex they’re not that open.
She knows that Emily’s feeling it, all of the things that she’s feeling, in the way that she’s started to swallow more frequently, and keeps licking her lips like they’re in danger of drying out completely in the seconds between.
It doesn’t help (or help immensely, depending on how Naomi wants to take it) when she slides her arm a little further around Emily’s side and strokes her way up Emily’s waist, smoothing a palm against the skin there until her fingertips just brush the bottom of Emily’s bra.
Emily nearly spills her tea then, though it’s long gone cold. But Naomi knows that she really has to get rid of her mum. Like, right fucking now. So she clears her throat.
“Mum, it’s getting on a bit now, yeah…?” she tells more than asks and waits for the penny to drop.
When it does, after a moment, Gina stands and collects the cups.
“Right, yes it is! And I’ve got a date, so I’ll be ten minutes and then I’ll be out of your hair,” she smiles, and Naomi has to fight the urge not to sigh in relief. “Glad you’re back Emily. Naomi’s been a right whiney cow while you’ve been away.”
She’s already out of the room before she can think of something decent to say back and she knows her mum doesn’t do it on purpose but sometimes Naomi wishes she just wouldn’t say anything at-fucking-all.
Naomi does sigh, then, and turns back to Emily with an apology on her lips but is cut off by the feel of Emily’s being pushed firmly against them. And it’s different, this kiss, from the last one and Naomi knows it’s because she’s wound Emily up now and Naomi wishes that she hadn’t even bothered to defrost that pizza because she knows they’ll be too lazy to even stick it in the oven later and end up ordering a takeaway.
“Christ, Ems,” Naomi manages as Emily pulls back to lick her lips, and it would be annoying, that, but sometimes Naomi needs a breather so it’s kind of a relief that Emily so often has to pull back to do it. “Easy now.”
“Oh don’t fucking start that,” Emily says before she’s kissing her again and Naomi resists for all of a second before thinking fuck it and pulling them both back down onto the couch.
****
She hears the front door open and her mum shout out a goodbye sometime after she’s put her hand down the back of Emily’s skirt and is grabbing her arse and pushing them closer together.
There’s just been too much time wasted for them to bother making it up the stairs to Naomi’s room and it would involve stopping touching and that just isn’t in Naomi’s plan at all.
Emily must have heard the door go too because she relaxes in Naomi’s arms and calms for a moment, kissing her way slowly from Naomi’s lips and across her jaw and down to her neck.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Emily says between nips. “Like, a lot.”
“Yeah,” Naomi sighs, squeezing Emily’s bum and Emily bucks into her and it’s just not close enough. “Yeah, so have I.”
“It was so hard, not being near you for so long. And, like, thinking about everything we’ve been doing together lately.”
Naomi hums her agreement, impressed that Emily’s managing to form whole sentences when her own mind is barely functioning at all. And Emily must get it that, really, this isn’t the time for talking in the slightest because her hand is sliding down from Naomi’s shoulder and resting on her tit, moulding itself around it like it’s just meant to be there. Like Naomi’s tits were there, just waiting, all this time for Emily’s hands to be on them.
There’s no point in holding out any longer and Naomi takes her hands out of Emily’s skirt and starts to slide it down her legs. Emily helps and it’s soon by her ankles and being kicked onto the floor.
She takes the opportunity to push her leg between Naomi’s then, and Naomi grinds down onto it as they start a slow movement together. Emily’s got her mouth back on Naomi’s and is pushing at Naomi’s top so that they have to break apart as it comes off and it’s got frantic in the last few moments so their next kiss is far sloppier than the one before.
Naomi can feel that Emily’s wet through her knickers as she pushes against her thigh and it’s just all those things she remembered it being, like hot and warm and just all Emily.
She’s lost in it then, so that she almost doesn’t notice that Emily’s pulled back and is sliding off her.
‘Wait, what…?” Naomi manages, and furrows her brow at Emily’s laugh.
“Sorry hon, I just… I need to nip to the loo. Take your skirt off while I’m there - I’ll be back in a minute.”
Before Naomi can protest Emily’s pecked her lightly on the cheek and is bounding up the stairs like the house is on fire and she’s left her box of fannies up there.
Naomi grunts in frustration but does as Emily’s asked and strips down to her underwear. She’s just considering touching herself to pass the time when she hears Emily thump back down the stairs, probably two at a time, and she’s panting when she returns, having managed to shed her top somewhere along the way.
She’s too busy reacquainting herself with Emily’s tits so that she doesn’t notice that she’s got something in her hand until she draws Naomi’s attention to it.
“I know it’s been a while but I thought we could…?”
And the look that’s on her face makes it impossible for Naomi to deny her of what she wants and it feels like everything just got a tiny bit hotter.
Naomi nods mutely, staring, and stands when Emily tells her to, holding out her hand to take it from Emily.
“No,” Emily says, sauntering over to where Naomi’s stood. “Let me.”
Emily sets it down behind Naomi on the sofa and takes Naomi’s face in both hands, reaching up on her tiptoes as Naomi leans down to meet her.
And they’re kissing slowly as Emily runs the back of her fingers down Naomi’s stomach and to the top of her knickers. Naomi can only shudder as she realises how different it is to touching herself; how her fingers are always hasty and greedy and wanting to just get it done, but Emily touches her like they both have so much time to do this. Like she wants to touch her for the sake of touching her.
Naomi’s stroking Emily’s waist but has to let go as Emily breaks away and lowers herself to her knees. She’s soon gripping Naomi by the backs of her thighs and placing a kiss that’s far too delicate for what Naomi wants right on top of her clit through her knickers and Naomi so desperately wants to rip off her own knickers and push Emily’s mouth into her.
But Emily’s taken charge of this somehow, sometime, and that means that she’s been thinking about this. Emily knows what she wants, and Naomi’s ready to let her take it.
She pulls Naomi’s knickers down then, waits for Naomi to step out of them, and then presses mouth against Naomi’s cunt, which is already ridiculously wet and she’s starting to get the feeling that she’s not getting fucked any time soon. She congratulates herself on her earlier wanking because otherwise she would just not be coping with this and, really, that’s only barely.
“Pass it to me,” Emily says, punctuating her sentence with a flick of her tongue against Naomi’s clit that makes her legs almost give way, but she does as Emily says and reaches behind her, catching a hold of the strap and handing it all over to Emily.
Naomi waits as Emily attaches the harness to Naomi’s legs and over her hips, which has gotten less fiddly over time, and then sits back to admire her handiwork with a small grin.
“There,” she says, smacking Naomi gently on the bum.
Naomi rolls her eyes, because she could make this slightly less twee, really. Seeing as they’re both just about to fuck and when it’s with the strap-on there’s nothing amusing about it.
Emily catches it, and her smile broadens. Naomi just watches as she leans forward and wraps her lips around the end of it and then there’s no more eye rolling or smiling because, fucking hell, Naomi really had forgotten about this and she’s got her hands in Emily’s hair, wrapping it around her knuckles as Emily takes more of the cock into her mouth and it’s when she stops thinking about wanting to get off and it becomes totally about wanting to fuck Emily the way she wants to be fucked.
So she just waits and does as instructed, watching intently as Emily pulls her mouth off of it and raise herself up to her feet. She has to lean away to keep from bumping into it when she kisses Naomi next (and it’s always like this, with very little time between kisses) and takes hold of Naomi’s hand, guiding it down to her own cunt.
Naomi gasps when she gets there, both of their fingers pushing against Emily’s wetness and moving sloppily over her clit.
“I really fucking missed you,” Emily says, and it’s the first time this evening that she’s seemed like she’s not in charge of this. Naomi likes her that way, sometimes, and takes the chance to work her fingers the way she wants to, with more determination, more rhythm, more purpose.
“Yeah, I can tell,” Naomi whispers against Emily’s lips, sliding her fingers down past Emily’s clit.
“Yeah,” Emily’s muttering. “Yeah, inside.”
And it’s not the right angle, but Naomi can just about make it if she dips her shoulder, which Emily bites into as Naomi pushes two fingers inside her, achingly slowly for the both of them.
She’s only in and out twice before Emily’s pulling at her hand and raising it to her mouth, licking herself off of Naomi’s fingers and Naomi really fucking wants to taste, wants so much more of Emily than she’s giving and really wonders why it’s never her fucking turn first.
She knows she’s gawping as Emily’s fingers are pulled out of her mouth and then reaching for Naomi’s, walking her backwards.
“Ems, what…?”
“Sit down,” she says, and it’s so throaty and laced with all the want Naomi’s feeling herself that she goes down without much force when Emily pushes her. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and when I was away it was something that just kept popping up in my mind when I least expected it.”
Emily’s trailing her fingertips up Naomi’s thighs as she speaks, edging closer, and Naomi just has no fucking idea what to say or think now because this Emily… this girl who was brave that one time and decided to snog her at a party and looked at her from under her fringe for the best part of a year was now standing in front of her in the fucking living room and waiting to get fucked by a cock that her girlfriend was wearing. Again.
It’s the first time, though, that Naomi’s felt totally out of sorts wearing it - she’s got no power over this, and, for some reason, that makes it even sexier. That she knows Emily’s about to let go completely and she can’t wait for it to start.
“Oh?” Naomi manages as Emily walks closer, the inside of her legs grazing the outside of Naomi’s thighs and reaching out for Naomi’s hands.
Naomi takes them both, squeezes, and holds them steady as Emily climbs over her, with her knees either side of Naomi’s thighs.
“Yeah, yeah. Like, I’d be out reading a book in the sun and then it’d be there,” she says leaning forward and cupping Naomi’s breasts through her bra. “And, well. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
It’s a cheeky smirk that Naomi sees then and attempts a smile back but her throat has gone dry and Emily’s teasing them both and, God, she knew this day was going to be long but this is just excruciating.
“The only thing I mind,” Naomi says, reaching forward to finger Emily’s clit while they carry on this conversation they really needn’t be having. “Is that you’re not already doing it.”
Emily’s eyes seem like they deepen in hue, then, and she must wonder why she’s not doing it too. But Naomi can see that there’s this nervous excitement bubbling under the surface, like there always is when they try something new. And it’s fine because she hasn’t ever bottled out. Not once.
And she’s not about to start now, Naomi knows, as she watches Emily swallow once and lean forwards so she’s hovering above the cock, holding it steady with one hand and reaching for Naomi’s with the other.
They share a look that says okay and Emily’s closing her eyes as she guides the cock to her cunt and starts to push down.
Naomi doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and all she can hear is Emily’s breathing and the wet sound of her cunt enveloping the cock, slowly, so slowly, before she’s down on it fully.
Emily gasps then and Naomi can only stare at her with wide eyes as Emily flails about for her other hand.
She’s never looked more beautiful, Naomi thinks, as Emily’s eyes are kept squeezed tightly together and her bottom lip’s between her teeth, like focusing on it all will change anything.
And then she starts to rock forward, letting out a low, guttural moan that makes Naomi wetter still and Emily’s doing it - she’s riding her and fuck if it doesn’t look like it feels fantastic.
“Oh God, Naomi,” Emily manages, tipping her head back and Naomi’s eyes trail from her neck down to her tits and down further still where she can just make out the base of the cock every time Emily raises her hips off it slightly.
And it’s a good rhythm that Emily’s maintaining, rocking back and forth, and it just then occurs to Naomi that she could be moving too and waits for Emily to rock forwards as she pushes her hips upwards and, yeah, that must have done something because Emily’s head falls forward again and her eyes fly open to meet Naomi’s.
“Yeah?” Naomi asks and, well - Emily’s properly lost control of anything that isn’t keeping that movement going and she can only barely nod but it’s good enough and the next time she pushes down Naomi pushes up and then they’re in it together. This rhythm, this thing that they’re building, is perfectly matched and Emily’s doing such a good job of taking what she wants that Naomi just wants to give it to her as best she can.
Emily releases Naomi’s hands and reaches behind her to undo her bra, working quickly and flinging it across the room and, something must take over her then because, as Naomi’s hands find Emily’s waist, Emily’s got her hands in her hair, pulling at bright red locks and she’s still going, working her hips almost wildly.
Naomi has to keep up, knows that she can but she’s almost breaking as she watches Emily’s stomach muscles clench and unclench and she wants to touch more. She slides her hands up from Emily’s waist and it kind of changes things a bit so she’s pushing into Emily a little more and Emily cries out in a way that tells Naomi that was a good movement. So she pushes on, finds Emily’s tits and palms them both and Emily’s come down from her hair to cover them.
It’s just about the hottest thing that Naomi can ever have imagined and it’s happening right now, and Emily’s not letting up and Naomi wonders if now would be a good time to touch Emily’s clit.
“Ems, do you want me to…?” Naomi whispers as she presses a kiss between Emily’s breasts and starts to move a hand away before Emily stops it.
“No,” she breathes, glancing down at Naomi through lidded eyes. “No, I don’t think I need you to.”
And, God, really? Naomi doesn’t think either of them have ever been able to come without touching their clits but this seems like… different.
When Emily grinds down a little harder Naomi realises it must be hitting that spot, like right fucking there, and instead of feeling like she’s let them both down by not doing that with her fingers (she’ll work on it) she just wants to give this to Emily now so she moves their hands off of one of Emily’s tits and flicks her tongue across her nipple, just once.
The resulting cry is good enough for Naomi to smile as she wraps her lips around it and sucks and Emily seems to push all of herself onto and into Naomi. And her breathing becomes juddery as she moans, “Oh… oh, oh,” really deeply, like possibly deeper than Naomi has ever heard before and soon Emily’s dragged it out into one big “Oh,” and she’s pushing down on the cock so hard that Naomi can feel the springs in the sofa under her arse but she doesn’t fucking care because Emily’s about to come incredibly hard with her hands in Naomi’s hair now and sweat lining her collarbone.
Emily’s in total control, knows what’s happening to her, and is letting Naomi know by pulling her up to her mouth to kiss her with no finesse and lots of tongue and Naomi can only kiss back the same, her arms wrapped around Emily’s back and holding them together as Emily comes in jerking, solid movements that Naomi mimics and even cries a little herself against Emily’s mouth as Emily pulls on her hair.
It must have been a strong one, Naomi can tell, because Emily’s taking her time to come back down, still jerking her hips sporadically and Naomi’s pressing hasty and scattered kisses across her jaw with Emily breathing “Jesus, fuck,” into her ear and it’s just fucking amazing. They’re both coated in sweat so that their chests are slick together and Naomi wants to lick a line up between Emily’s breasts to taste it but she can’t bring herself to part their bodies, not now they’re so close again.
“All right, Em?” Naomi chances after Emily’s breathing has slowed a little and she’s got her head rested on Naomi’s shoulder.
“God, yeah. Really, yeah.”
Naomi smiles, because now look who can’t fucking speak? But it’s fine because they don’t need to really. Except for, perhaps, there’s something that Naomi hasn’t told Emily, and she thinks that she should know.
She kisses Emily’s shoulder before hovering her lips by Emily’s ear.
“I love you,” Naomi whispers.
“Yeah, I know,” Emily says, and Naomi feels her smile against her shoulder.
It might not be an I love you too but Naomi knows that it means just that.
****
It takes them a while before they can move, but when they manage it Naomi lays down on the couch, with the strap-on abandoned on the floor, and waits for Emily to curl up against her.
“That all right, then?” she asks into Emily’s hair.
“Hon, that was fucking incredible. Like… wow.”
And, it does get to Naomi that time, that Emily’s so into that. Because she thought she was doing a fairly decent job with her fingers and her tongue up until now but perhaps she’s not quite good enough; perhaps Emily needs something else.
She’s about to say something, possibly, but Emily stops her before she can.
“But, like, nothing beats the feel of your tongue on me, you know that? You’re, like, really fucking good at that,” Emily sighs against Naomi’s chest, placing a kiss just above her heart.
“Yeah,” Naomi says. “I know.”
They’re silent for a few moments, and Naomi starts to feel drowsy again. Or hungry. She can’t decide which and doesn’t get the chance to as Emily’s pushing herself up onto her elbow and raising her eyebrow at Naomi.
“Speaking of tongues,” she grins. “I think I started something earlier that I didn’t finish.”
“Oh?” Naomi tries to keep a straight face, and fails. “I don’t think I remember…”
“Well then,” Emily says, climbing over Naomi and kissing down her chest and stomach, looking up as she reached Naomi’s cunt. “Let me remind you.”
Naomi inhaled deeply. She could never forget, not really. And she’d never be able to, not while Emily was there to constantly refresh her memory.
Again. And again. And again.