The Scent of Desire
This is the first in a five part series posed as a challenge by Vangoghgurrl - one story for each of the senses.
[Against the stacks in a used book store. Featured sense: smell]
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins nor do I know what it smells like. And that's probably a good thing.
The Scent of Desire
They'd stepped into the store hours ago, to escape the oppressive summer humidity for a few minutes. Nearly groaned in relief when the air-conditioned coolness washed gently over their overheated skin. The woman behind the counter had chuckled at their obvious reaction, bid them welcome. Told them to avail themselves of the coolness for as long as they'd like. Naomi had smirked, assuming they'd linger in the entrance for a little while before continuing on their way. Hadn't expected Emily to take one look around, and be lost.
The store was an old converted double story terrace-style house. The original structure and fixtures had been preserved, but every wall in the place had bookshelves built onto it. Each room had custom built free standing shelving as well, creating a narrow, labyrinthine effect. Emily cried out in delight, disappeared around a corner, and Naomi had a momentary panic that she'd never find the redhead again in this maze. She took off hurriedly after the smaller girl, trailed by a ringing laugh and the cloying scent of incense. Finally caught up to Emily two rooms down, having been distracted by the seemingly inexhaustible array of books on display. Emily smiled up at the blonde, the look on her face one of such pure pleasure that Naomi felt her stomach flip, heart thudding happily in her chest.
'This place is fucking amazing, I can't believe we've never found it before.'
'Mmm, it is rather wonderful.' Naomi left the redhead with her nose buried in a copy of Charlotte Brontë's Villette, continued through the stacks. Smirked, as she wandered through the fiction shelves, at the hundreds of unwanted vampire books. Blue eyes open wide in fascination at the rows upon rows of luridly coloured, tacky romance novels that lined the whole wall alongside the stairwell.
She climbed the stairs, snorted in amusement as they creaked ominously. Fit for a b-grade horror film. The upstairs was clearly less frequently traversed. Here the air was thick with the scent of promising discoveries: dust, old paper and leather bindings. Long fingers trailed over the spines, exploring. Naomi pored over the politics books for a while, flipped through several fat history tomes before finally settling in the far back corner of the store. Amongst the mythology and classics texts. Her guilty pleasure was an almost child-like fascination with the Greek myths. They were so awfully misogynistic, so terribly, overbearingly patriarchal. And yet...
****
Brown eyes twinkled, a knowing smirk curling the corners of red lips. Emily stood in the doorway for a while. Watching. Enjoying the absorbed look on Naomi's face, the way she bit her lip in concentration. The way her nose turned up when she read something particularly distasteful. Emily quietly placed the books she had selected on a nearby shelf, stalked silently toward the tall form in the corner. Waited until she was only a couple of feet away before speaking.
'I knew I'd find you with your head in a Greek myth somewhere.'
Naomi visibly jumped, pressed the heel of her palm into her chest. 'Jesus fucking Christ, Ems. You scared the shit out of me.'
'That was the idea.' Emily peered at the shelves, impressed by the collection on display. 'There's enough here to keep you going for a while.' A pause. 'But do you always have to find the dustiest, dirtiest place to loiter in?'
'Don't speak to me about dirty. I can guess what you've been looking at, I noticed the queer section down there. And the kind of books in it.'
Emily felt the flush heating her face. Smiled, sheepish. 'Alright, so we know each other pretty well, then.'
'Indeed.' Blue eyes studied her face for a long moment, flickered to her empty hands and back. 'So... did you find anything... interesting?'
'I might have.'
'Care to share?'
'Maybe.'
'Oh, so you're being coy now?'
Emily snorted, derisive. Plucked the book out of Naomi's hands and placed it on the nearest shelf.
'It doesn't go there, it belongs...'
The words were cut off as Emily leaned up and kissed her. Hard. She wrapped her arms around the taller girl's body, deepening the kiss as her hands roamed to the blonde's bum. Squeezed, using the leverage to bring their hips together. Naomi moaned softly and she used the opportunity to slip her tongue inside her mouth, moved one hand up to hook around the back of her neck. Drew her closer. She stepped forwards, guiding Naomi until she was pressed firmly against the bookshelf behind her. Small hands moved intently to the hem of Naomi's long tshirt, worked their way up and onto the warm skin of her belly. The blonde sighed into the kiss, and Emily felt the corners of her own mouth curl up into a cocky grin. Wrenching her mouth away from Naomi's lips, she pressed a line of wet kisses along her jaw and throat. Trailed her hands in long, sweeping caresses along the blonde's belly and sides. Each movement coming closer and closer to her bra.
Emily debated with herself for a moment. Knew she was teetering on the precipice of control, knew she should back away. But the blonde's skin smelt so good, salty and sweet with her perfume. The quiet, the sense of solitude, the permeating scent of the books around them all combined to overthrow her restraint. Her mouth latched onto Naomi's pulse point, sucked vigorously as small hands covered her breasts.
'Fuck! What are you doing?'
'I want you. Right now.'
'But...'
****
'Shhh.' Emily reached behind the taller girl's back, expertly unclasped her bra. One smooth motion pushed both the tshirt and the bra up, uncovering her breasts. Naomi wasn't sure if it was the sudden exposure to the cool air or the hungry look in brown eyes that cause her nipples to harden. She bit her bottom lip, struggled not to cry out as a warm mouth closed over one breast, a small hand teasing and caressing the other.
'Jesus.' Naomi threaded a hand into red hair, clutched one of the shelves behind her with the other. Needing support for her suddenly weak knees. Emily's free hand moved purposefully down the length of the taller girl's torso, over the curve of her hip, along her thigh. Bunched up her skirt until she was touching bare skin. There was no teasing. The redhead drew her fingers up Naomi's inner thigh, caressed her very deliberately through her knickers.
'You need to take these off babes.'
'But what if..?'
'Just do it.' A pause. 'Please.' There was a raw quality to Emily's tone that shot straight to her groin, caused a sudden surge of wetness. Was impossible to deny. She reached down, slipped the material over her thighs. Let them drop to the floor. The redhead used her feet to guide Naomi's legs apart. Smiled, feral. 'Good. Now hold on.'
****
Naomi was slick and hot, smooth and wet. So very good. Emily's fingers glided over her clit, firm, unhurried strokes that she knew Naomi loved. She pushed the taller girl's top up again, matched the rhythm of her tongue on her breast to the one set by the fingers between her legs. Long hands grasped her shoulders, clutching for support as Naomi slumped heavily against the bookshelf behind her.
Conscious of their compromising position, of that fact that the blonde would be mortified if they were caught, Emily increased the pace. Within minutes Naomi was thrusting against her hand, a high pitched whimper building in her throat. The redhead moved her hand suddenly, muffled the sound of Naomi's protest by kissing her fiercely. Her fingers travelled down and...
****
Pushed inside, one firm, fluid motion that overrode any compulsion to be silent, had her crying out into the redhead's mouth. Adept fingers pumped in and out, a strategically placed thumb grazing her clit with each thrust. The pressure built and crested and Naomi threw her head back. Dislodged some books from the shelf behind her. She came with the scent of old books and Emily filling her senses, clamping her eyes and her jaw shut. Willing herself to silence. As the waves subsided she became aware of Emily placing tiny kisses on her face and neck, whispering over and over that she loved her.
****
'I love you too.' Shaky. 'Although if you pull another stunt like this I may never recover.' Blue eyes finally opened, looking a little dazed. Rueful. 'I can't believe you...'
'I know. I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait to get home.' But the redhead wasn't really sorry. Naomi had looked so sexy there amongst the stacks, it had been impossible to resist. Inconceivable to consider waiting. And fuck had it been hot. So hot that she just wanted...
'I think we need to leave. Now.'
'Oh yeah. Take me home, babes.'
[Against the stacks in a used book store. Featured sense: smell]
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins nor do I know what it smells like. And that's probably a good thing.
The Scent of Desire
They'd stepped into the store hours ago, to escape the oppressive summer humidity for a few minutes. Nearly groaned in relief when the air-conditioned coolness washed gently over their overheated skin. The woman behind the counter had chuckled at their obvious reaction, bid them welcome. Told them to avail themselves of the coolness for as long as they'd like. Naomi had smirked, assuming they'd linger in the entrance for a little while before continuing on their way. Hadn't expected Emily to take one look around, and be lost.
The store was an old converted double story terrace-style house. The original structure and fixtures had been preserved, but every wall in the place had bookshelves built onto it. Each room had custom built free standing shelving as well, creating a narrow, labyrinthine effect. Emily cried out in delight, disappeared around a corner, and Naomi had a momentary panic that she'd never find the redhead again in this maze. She took off hurriedly after the smaller girl, trailed by a ringing laugh and the cloying scent of incense. Finally caught up to Emily two rooms down, having been distracted by the seemingly inexhaustible array of books on display. Emily smiled up at the blonde, the look on her face one of such pure pleasure that Naomi felt her stomach flip, heart thudding happily in her chest.
'This place is fucking amazing, I can't believe we've never found it before.'
'Mmm, it is rather wonderful.' Naomi left the redhead with her nose buried in a copy of Charlotte Brontë's Villette, continued through the stacks. Smirked, as she wandered through the fiction shelves, at the hundreds of unwanted vampire books. Blue eyes open wide in fascination at the rows upon rows of luridly coloured, tacky romance novels that lined the whole wall alongside the stairwell.
She climbed the stairs, snorted in amusement as they creaked ominously. Fit for a b-grade horror film. The upstairs was clearly less frequently traversed. Here the air was thick with the scent of promising discoveries: dust, old paper and leather bindings. Long fingers trailed over the spines, exploring. Naomi pored over the politics books for a while, flipped through several fat history tomes before finally settling in the far back corner of the store. Amongst the mythology and classics texts. Her guilty pleasure was an almost child-like fascination with the Greek myths. They were so awfully misogynistic, so terribly, overbearingly patriarchal. And yet...
****
Brown eyes twinkled, a knowing smirk curling the corners of red lips. Emily stood in the doorway for a while. Watching. Enjoying the absorbed look on Naomi's face, the way she bit her lip in concentration. The way her nose turned up when she read something particularly distasteful. Emily quietly placed the books she had selected on a nearby shelf, stalked silently toward the tall form in the corner. Waited until she was only a couple of feet away before speaking.
'I knew I'd find you with your head in a Greek myth somewhere.'
Naomi visibly jumped, pressed the heel of her palm into her chest. 'Jesus fucking Christ, Ems. You scared the shit out of me.'
'That was the idea.' Emily peered at the shelves, impressed by the collection on display. 'There's enough here to keep you going for a while.' A pause. 'But do you always have to find the dustiest, dirtiest place to loiter in?'
'Don't speak to me about dirty. I can guess what you've been looking at, I noticed the queer section down there. And the kind of books in it.'
Emily felt the flush heating her face. Smiled, sheepish. 'Alright, so we know each other pretty well, then.'
'Indeed.' Blue eyes studied her face for a long moment, flickered to her empty hands and back. 'So... did you find anything... interesting?'
'I might have.'
'Care to share?'
'Maybe.'
'Oh, so you're being coy now?'
Emily snorted, derisive. Plucked the book out of Naomi's hands and placed it on the nearest shelf.
'It doesn't go there, it belongs...'
The words were cut off as Emily leaned up and kissed her. Hard. She wrapped her arms around the taller girl's body, deepening the kiss as her hands roamed to the blonde's bum. Squeezed, using the leverage to bring their hips together. Naomi moaned softly and she used the opportunity to slip her tongue inside her mouth, moved one hand up to hook around the back of her neck. Drew her closer. She stepped forwards, guiding Naomi until she was pressed firmly against the bookshelf behind her. Small hands moved intently to the hem of Naomi's long tshirt, worked their way up and onto the warm skin of her belly. The blonde sighed into the kiss, and Emily felt the corners of her own mouth curl up into a cocky grin. Wrenching her mouth away from Naomi's lips, she pressed a line of wet kisses along her jaw and throat. Trailed her hands in long, sweeping caresses along the blonde's belly and sides. Each movement coming closer and closer to her bra.
Emily debated with herself for a moment. Knew she was teetering on the precipice of control, knew she should back away. But the blonde's skin smelt so good, salty and sweet with her perfume. The quiet, the sense of solitude, the permeating scent of the books around them all combined to overthrow her restraint. Her mouth latched onto Naomi's pulse point, sucked vigorously as small hands covered her breasts.
'Fuck! What are you doing?'
'I want you. Right now.'
'But...'
****
'Shhh.' Emily reached behind the taller girl's back, expertly unclasped her bra. One smooth motion pushed both the tshirt and the bra up, uncovering her breasts. Naomi wasn't sure if it was the sudden exposure to the cool air or the hungry look in brown eyes that cause her nipples to harden. She bit her bottom lip, struggled not to cry out as a warm mouth closed over one breast, a small hand teasing and caressing the other.
'Jesus.' Naomi threaded a hand into red hair, clutched one of the shelves behind her with the other. Needing support for her suddenly weak knees. Emily's free hand moved purposefully down the length of the taller girl's torso, over the curve of her hip, along her thigh. Bunched up her skirt until she was touching bare skin. There was no teasing. The redhead drew her fingers up Naomi's inner thigh, caressed her very deliberately through her knickers.
'You need to take these off babes.'
'But what if..?'
'Just do it.' A pause. 'Please.' There was a raw quality to Emily's tone that shot straight to her groin, caused a sudden surge of wetness. Was impossible to deny. She reached down, slipped the material over her thighs. Let them drop to the floor. The redhead used her feet to guide Naomi's legs apart. Smiled, feral. 'Good. Now hold on.'
****
Naomi was slick and hot, smooth and wet. So very good. Emily's fingers glided over her clit, firm, unhurried strokes that she knew Naomi loved. She pushed the taller girl's top up again, matched the rhythm of her tongue on her breast to the one set by the fingers between her legs. Long hands grasped her shoulders, clutching for support as Naomi slumped heavily against the bookshelf behind her.
Conscious of their compromising position, of that fact that the blonde would be mortified if they were caught, Emily increased the pace. Within minutes Naomi was thrusting against her hand, a high pitched whimper building in her throat. The redhead moved her hand suddenly, muffled the sound of Naomi's protest by kissing her fiercely. Her fingers travelled down and...
****
Pushed inside, one firm, fluid motion that overrode any compulsion to be silent, had her crying out into the redhead's mouth. Adept fingers pumped in and out, a strategically placed thumb grazing her clit with each thrust. The pressure built and crested and Naomi threw her head back. Dislodged some books from the shelf behind her. She came with the scent of old books and Emily filling her senses, clamping her eyes and her jaw shut. Willing herself to silence. As the waves subsided she became aware of Emily placing tiny kisses on her face and neck, whispering over and over that she loved her.
****
'I love you too.' Shaky. 'Although if you pull another stunt like this I may never recover.' Blue eyes finally opened, looking a little dazed. Rueful. 'I can't believe you...'
'I know. I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait to get home.' But the redhead wasn't really sorry. Naomi had looked so sexy there amongst the stacks, it had been impossible to resist. Inconceivable to consider waiting. And fuck had it been hot. So hot that she just wanted...
'I think we need to leave. Now.'
'Oh yeah. Take me home, babes.'